"What?"
Ye Yun leaped from his lounge chair.
Wasn't he targeted by the Heavenly Dao? Wasn't he abandoned? How could successful defenses now reward evolution points?
This was like a pillow arriving just as one was falling asleep.
All the questions in his heart were replaced by surprise, and his mind began to calculate furiously.
With less than five months, or twenty weeks, remaining until the Sword Immortal Legacy mission, if he could gain one evolution point per week from defending the city, that would only be 20 points. Even if he launched an offensive every week and destroyed one ghost city, he would only gain 40 evolution points. This was still far from the required evolution points.
Thinking this, Ye Yun was filled with regret. If he had known about this mission earlier, he wouldn't have squandered his points. Now, he was so worried his hair would turn white.
The battle at the east gate was still ongoing, while the reserve members at the west gate had already cleaned up the battlefield and, under the command of Li Chenxu and Liu Hai, began to reinforce the east gate.
"Damn it, how are these aliens from the divine cities so powerful? Hey, Wood, you hold the line for now, let us take a break."
On the city walls, four thousand members looked down at the three thousand-plus warriors clad in yellow robes, speechless. Each of them craned their necks, wanting to see what their transformed corpses, the Yellow Turban Warriors, looked like.
Xie Yifeng and Chen Jiamiao collapsed on the city wall, gazing at the figures below with astonishment.
All four thousand Dragon Palace members had died once. It was only after their deaths that a guy named Mu Ziming used his innate skill again, transforming the corpses of his fallen comrades into four thousand Yellow Turban Warriors.
What was most terrifying was Mu Ziming's stats. He hid within the heavily protected circle of Yellow Turban Warriors. Occasionally, when hit by ranged attacks, the damage dealt to him showed a mandatory one-point reduction. Even the Yellow Turban Warriors under his protection took less than ten thousand damage! This showed the extent to which this fellow's stats had accumulated in these short two hours.
After all, even Xie Yifeng and the others would lose tens of thousands of health points when hit by enemies, and the enemies' attacks were dense and numerous. Thus, even with support, their health was slowly depleted.
"You guys, stop just watching the show. Who has any辟谷丹 (Pigu Dan - dietary pills)? Trade some over, I'll buy with gold." Mu Ziming sat inside the inner circle of the two-meter-tall Yellow Turban Warriors, his body almost completely covered by them. Even on the city wall, if one wasn't looking carefully, it was hard to spot him.
"Little Wood, what's your offer?" Ye Yun landed on the city wall, looking at the three thousand-plus Yellow Turban Warriors below, glancing sideways. This fellow's strength was somewhat monstrous. After supporting for more than ten minutes, more than three thousand nine hundred of the four thousand Yellow Turban Warriors remained. In terms of battlefield kills, Mu Ziming was far ahead with over thirty-six thousand kills. For players at this stage, this was an astonishing feat!
Even the three legion commanders, Xie Yifeng and the others, had only managed over three thousand kills.
"General!"
Hearing Ye Yun's words, everyone in the field respectfully shouted.
"Good. Soldiers should undergo the baptism of battlefield blood. The game is an excellent place for that. I hope you can learn from this experience, so you don't end up dying in the real world and making your families sad." Ye Yun looked at these fellows with satisfaction, a rare smile on his face.
"Yes!" The loyalty of the formal members of the Dragon Palace to Ye Yun had reached 100%, they were his die-hard followers.
"Look at the alien army below. What do you see? I see endless wealth, a shortcut to becoming stronger, and stepping stones for our human race to rise!"
Ye Yun pointed at the army below, looking at the empty teleportation array, his spirit soaring. Although these fellows were from military backgrounds, they were more familiar with the use of modern weapons. Their familiarity with this cold weapon era was not high, let alone close-quarters combat like this.
In the game, all resources could become a part of one's reality. In the previous life, for almost the first year, very few players manifested their strength from the Heavenly Dao. Even those who did manifest strength would not announce it, but would instead frantically invest and plunder resources.
It wasn't until the fifteenth month after the Heavenly Dao began that game data could be manifested into strength through the assessment of the Enlightenment Tower, and this became a consensus across the Blue Star, widely known.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Upon hearing Ye Yun's words, the members of the Dragon Palace immediately forgot about resting. They were not foolish. Previously, Ye Yun had always spent money on them, without asking for anything in return. But Ye Yun couldn't keep spending money on them forever, as Ye Yun himself also needed to develop.
"Damn it, the General's words make sense. Little brothers, no more rest, this is a rare opportunity... What the hell..." Xie Yifeng nocked an arrow and shot dead a shadowy demon, intending to command everyone on the city wall to jump down and continue fighting.
However...
"Not again, it never ends..."
From the teleportation array, warriors in green robed skirts began to appear again. A faint green light emanated from their bodies.
"We just fought two million, and now there are more? I wonder what race these are," Zhou Ningdong said, frowning deeply as he watched the situation in the teleportation array. Although these aliens were here to provide resources, their relentless arrival was utterly exhausting.
More than half of the previous two million remained, and now another million appeared. When would this slaughter end?
Ye Yun was also puzzled. Why so many appeared this time? Moreover, he noticed that four divine city forces had appeared today alone, which was very abnormal.
The newly appeared aliens resembled the Wood Elementals in appearance, but their agility was far inferior to that of the Wood Elementals. They were like moving trees, their bodies wrapped in vines that formed a tight, armor-like covering.
"Old Zhou, what's going on? My west gate battle is over, why are there more enemies on your side?" At this moment, Liu Hai and Li Chen, leading the reserve members, walked over and asked curiously, looking at the aliens below.
"Stop talking nonsense. Have all your support units assist them. Damn it, it feels like we'll be fighting until dark," Zhou Ningdong said irritably.
At this point, the members of the four major legions had re-entered the battlefield. For them, wasting even a second was a loss of a fortune.