I hacked through the chaotic world with my blade-Chapter 1441 - 346: The Creator of the Cross-National Battle Faces Doomsday (Part 4)
The moonlight tonight is beautiful. During peaceful times in the past, surely someone would appreciate the scenery, but alas, past events are like smoke; only zombies can admire it now.
"Chuisang, you were looking for me?" Ogamoto Reiyi asked with feigned ignorance.
How could he not know what the Lord of Deception wanted, but his brilliance lies in playing dumb like he knows nothing—what can you do about it?
The Lord of Deception said, "Little Oka, you should remember your hatred. You want revenge against Lin Fan; only Wang can help you achieve that, no one else. You should keep that in mind."
"No worries, Chuisang, I understand," Ogamoto Reiyi replied with utmost respect, regardless of who watched, his attitude seemed impeccable.
The Lord of Deception said, "Wang is still evolving and hasn’t reached the strongest stage yet. You can’t take any risks, even if it seems there’s none, treat every situation as the most dangerous."
Previously, his perception of Ogamoto Reiyi was quite favorable.
But gradually, he realized Ogamoto Reiyi enjoyed pulling Wang into unnecessary troubles, such as today’s cross-border battle—should Wang even be involved?
Let’s not mention Lin Fan, just speaking of the Creator, who can guarantee there isn’t a creator stronger than Wang at the moment?
If true danger arises, everything will vanish like smoke.
"Yes, Chuisang is right. I was careless," Ogamoto Reiyi nodded fervently.
Such a sincere attitude leaves anyone facing him unsure of what to say next.
The Lord of Deception patted his shoulder, "Alright, that’s all I’ll say. Don’t rush; your future will be gratifying. Give Wang some time, and everything will cease to be an issue."
"Yes, Chuisang."
At this moment, the Lord of Deception had nothing more to say and turned to leave.
With his departure.
Ogamoto Reiyi stroked his chin, still contemplating matters concerning the cross-border battle.
As for what the Lord of Deception had just said.
It went in one ear and out the other; he paid no mind.
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Days later.
The day of the Henghe Country’s Creator Cross-border Battle had arrived.
Wang Qitian, using the sight of an advanced zombie, viewed the entire scene of Henghe Country’s capital, Delhi.
With the arrival of the event day, the entire city was filled with zombies and creators. Most creators were huge and malformed, having taken a wrong path on the evolution journey.
Similarly, there were many humanoid creators whose evolution was perfect, boasting extreme explosive power.
The structures in capital Delhi had been trampled to ruin, giving the impression of a fierce past battle. Yet, creators kept pouring in from all directions, showing their vested interest in Henghe Country’s Creator Cross-border Battle.
"Exciting."
Sitting on the edge of a fortress, Wang Qitian muttered to himself.
The patrol officer asked, "Qitian, what’s exciting?"
Wang Qitian said, "Today is the Henghe Country’s Creator Cross-border Battle. It’s started now—so many creators, I’ve never seen this in my life. They are numerous beyond imagination, with varied evolution levels; these places haven’t been cleared by Uncle Lin, and now they’ve evolved into something remarkable."
As the patrol officers listened to Qitian’s narrative.
Though they weren’t on site to watch, they could easily imagine how perilous the location must be.
Being ordinary survivors, with weapons, they could eliminate standard zombies, but facing evolutionary zombies? Absolutely dangerous—practically a dead end—and facing creators is beyond their handling capacity.
"How many countries’ creators are here?" asked the patrol officer.
Wang Qitian shook his head, "Don’t know, but a lot. The advanced zombie I’ve controlled has climbed up the highest building, overlooking a sight that seems endless."
Even with his high status transcending the zombie realm, seeing Delhi’s state through the zombie’s eyes truly broadened Wang Qitian’s perspective.
"By the way, is Uncle Lin here?" asked Wang Qitian.
The patrol officer said, "Yes, I heard a roar early in the morning."
The roar marks Lin Fan’s arrival—created by his velocity—but it causes no fear, only reassurance.
"Oh."
Trying to locate Uncle Lin through controlling the advanced zombie amidst a sea of corpses was like searching for a needle in a haystack, nearly impossible; it’s just waiting for Uncle Lin to appear.
At this moment.
Wang, Ogamoto Reiyi, the Lord of Deception, and Lv Xian stayed in a hidden spot, observing the transmitted scene.
"Incredible, truly incredible. This is the grand feast creators should attend."
Ogamoto Reiyi’s eyes widened—the scene left a deep impact, never before had he seen so many creators gathered together.
All types of creators were present.
Even nearly perfect creators had arrived, appearing small in stature, yet zombies dared not come close, nor did some creators approach.
"Wang, look how arrogant this fellow is. If Wang could be on site, it would surely be breathtaking; no creator would dare to compare with Wang," Ogamoto Reiyi enthusiastically pointed at the scene, speaking fervently.
