Super War God in the City

687: Chapter 687: Alone and Unaided, Toughing It Out Against Three Armies!

687 -687: Alone and Unaided, Toughing It Out Against Three Armies!

Ling Fan coldly eyed the massive army before him, his figure flashing as he surged forward.

“Rabbits and dogs, you dare to try and stop a chariot with your arms, overestimating your own ability!” Ling Fan shouted coldly.

“Kill!” Inside the castle, Jack yelled into the radio.

The Doom Legion, with three lines of defense, saw the first line at the front—fifty thousand armored mercenaries, in eighteen formations, move at the command, swift as the wind.

The two formations at the forefront split to encircle Ling Fan from the left and right, holding weapons capable of threatening those in the Martial Saint Realm.

According to the intelligence Sam received, Ling Fan was in the late stages of the Martial Saint Realm.

Therefore, the mercenaries had been hastily equipped with these weapons, at great expense.

Each one of these weapons was exorbitantly priced.

Naturally, it was impossible to fully arm everyone with them, but they had done their best to distribute them widely.

However, Ling Fan had already broken through to the Wuxuan Realm, lessening the threat of these weapons considerably.

But quantity can induce a qualitative change, and they were still a threat.

The encircling formations advanced like floods, with armored formations and elite tanks behind them, firing a salvo of a thousand cannons!

“Boom, boom, boom!”

Cannon projectiles sparked brilliantly, and the mercenaries surrounding him poured out Godslayer bullets as if their lives depended on it.

In an instant, with all guns blazing, it was a scene of slaughter as if two countries were at war.

Unbeknownst to others, they might think this was the filming of some Hollywood blockbuster.

But whether it was Sam or those nervously watching the screens, they all vaguely understood that this clash might not cause any harm to Beiming.

Seeing this, Official Ling couldn’t be bothered to clash head-on, avoiding the thankless task, and immediately struck with Exotic Fire, vanishing into the ground.

Ling Fan’s frequent use of Earth Escape was truly irritating, leaving everyone scratching their heads, especially the mercenaries armed with Godslayer weapons, utterly bewildered.

But they dared not stop firing, knowing they were facing the legendary War Emperor, Ling Beiming, once the world’s most ruthless man.

With their target vanished, they could only shoot wildly at the place where Ling Fan had disappeared, knowing it was futile but finding a bit of psychological comfort.

“Boom—rumble—rumble—”

The tank shells fell, and a series of dense roars ensued, almost a complete carpet bombing.

Suddenly, with the place where Ling Fan disappeared as the center, artillery fire filled the sky for miles around, shrouding the area in smoke and dust.

By this time, Ling Fan, like a mole burrowing through the earth, had already drilled deeply underground, quickly heading towards the rear of the army.

You could say Official Ling’s move was cunning, as technological means of underground detection have always been limited, making it a blind spot.

The surface may be manageable, but too deep and the shells can’t reach, radar can’t detect, and even satellites can’t penetrate; for a moment, everyone was without a target.

“Damn it, just a coward hiding in its shell!” Sam cursed from within the castle.

He had an ominous feeling that if the battle continued this way, it wouldn’t matter if they had a hundred thousand troops instead of ten thousand; it might all be in vain!

“All personnel on full alert, watch for the enemy appearing from any angle or location, full coverage with the ground detection system!” Jack, after a brief shock, hastily made a temporary strategic deployment.

Jack didn’t actually have much Combat Power, but what caught Sam’s eye was his outstanding talent and wise mind.

He was the most trusted strategist-like figure beside Sam.

Even someone as strategic as him hadn’t anticipated that his opponent would pull this move.

At this time, within Moses Manor.

Under the guidance of a beautiful woman, Qiao Yuchan arrived at the most low-key yet most mysterious estate in the world.

Walking into the estate, the typical European retro style was something that Qiao Yuchan, who had grown up in Zhongnan Mountain, had never seen before.

Within the estate, there were pavilions, water kiosks, small woods, and various rare animals, birds, and beasts—though all docile species like rabbits, deer, and golden monkeys!

As Qiao Yuchan walked, her curiosity grew about what kind of person Ling Fan’s friend might be—it seemed he was someone who truly knew how to enjoy life!

Shortly after, Qiao Yuchan was led to a large hall.

Qiao Yuchan looked intently and saw a young man standing before a large screen with his hands behind his back, focused intently.

Just by standing there, this man exuded a sense of tranquility and peace, calming the entire hall.

“Master, Beiming’s girlfriend has arrived!” Mary said respectfully.

Ivan, who was absorbed in watching the screen, started upon hearing this and quickly turned around to look at Qiao Yuchan, dressed in a white outfit that outshone snow, embodying the classical beauty of the East.

The moment Ivan caught sight of Qiao Yuchan, even a composed man like him couldn’t help but feel his heart skip a beat, a fleeting trace of astonishment flashing through his eyes.

As the heir to the World’s Number One Family and its future helmsman, he had encountered the most elite beauties in the world.

Some beauties shone through their looks, some through their temperament, and some possessed both.

But the beauty before him seemed not of this world, not just unparalleled in looks and temperament, but also exuding a soul-deep allure.

She stood there, like a blooming white lotus, a vision of uncontaminated purity.

It was a beauty so profound that it induced a sense of shame, as if one dared not associate with her for fear of profaning her sanctity.

After a brief state of shock, Ivan caught his breath, aware of his own lapse.

He then smiled wryly, “Hello, beautiful lady, it is an honor to welcome such a distinguished guest here; I am a bit jealous of Ling Beiming now!”

Ivan’s cultivation and temperament were also rare in this world, exuding an exceptional charm.

If it were a matter of cultivation, he might claim second place in the world, and no one would dare claim the first!

Qiao Yuchan looked at the impeccably mannered young man before her, his presence a breath of spring air, making it challenging to harbor negative emotions in his company.

Miss Qiao was inwardly astonished, thinking that Ling Fan also knew such friends?

This man appeared to be the complete opposite of Official Ling in character and temperament—a stark contrast.

Yet, these two entirely different people had somehow become friends?

“Hello, my name is Qiao Yuchan!” Qiao Yuchan immediately introduced herself.

In front of Ling Fan’s seemingly significant friend, she had to maintain good manners and not let anyone criticize her lacks.

“I am Ivan, a friend of Beiming.

Not too long ago, he entrusted me to take care of you for a bit.

Just stay here for now.

Once he has handled his business, he’ll come to get you,” Ivan said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, something stirred in Qiao Yuchan’s heart.

As a friend of Ling Fan, he must know about his past, she thought. freewebnøvel.com

This was a good opportunity to learn more.

Just as she was about to say something, the large screen on the wall in front of her suddenly changed.

A startling figure burst out from the ground.

Qiao Yuchan glanced unintentionally and immediately widened her eyes in shock.

If that person wasn’t Ling Fan, then who could it be?

On the battlefield.

Official Ling emerged from underground like a burrowing pangolin, swiftly breaking through to the enemy’s rear.

The moment he sprang forth, the Doomsday Army’s ground detection systems had already picked up on his trace.

“Careful, careful, the enemy has appeared behind us!” shouted the officer in charge of battlefield command.

Alerted, the soldiers scrambled to turn, with the rear ranks becoming the front as tanks and armored vehicles swung their turrets around.

Once Ling Fan rose from the ground, he wasted no time; his hands moved quickly, sending streaks of light soaring toward the mercenary army in front of him.

At first, no one understood what those streaks were.

But by the time they realized, it was already too late.

Explosions rocked the earth, sending the 50,000-strong army into chaos, with tanks and armor left wrecked in their wake.

“Hahaha, damn it, blow up you sons of bitches, Beiming, well done!” Lawson from the Ais Duchy Prison suddenly clapped his hands together and burst into laughter.

What Ling Fan had just unleashed were the surplus of small super weapons that Lawson had given him back in Snow Country.

Though not at the forbidden level of power, they were more than sufficient against the mercenary army before them!

Right then, his Cang Ling Realm was essentially a small arsenal, which was proving quite useful.

Before coming out, he had inscribed those weapons with arrays and branded them with his Divine Sense.

That’s why he had been so adept at deploying them, easily tossing these dangerous devices with a flick of his wrist.

Observing the disarrayed mercenary army before him, Ling Fan let out a cold laugh, “Heh, Sam, this rabble of yours dares to call itself the Doomsday Army?

I hear the nations of the world can’t do much about you, but I see you’re nothing special after all.

With such meager skills, you dare act so arrogant before me, Ling Beiming?

You’re truly ignorant!”

As Ling Fan spoke, the onlookers were stunned into silence.

Many small Western countries, previously helpless against Sam’s Doom Legion, were now flushed with shame.

Inside the castle, as Sam watched the defiant figure on the screen, his face turned ashen with fury.

Around the world, people watching the screens fell silent, beholding the remarkable sight of one man, standing alone against the wind, facing an army with nothing but his own formidable presence.