一区二区素人制服

After learning that the blood demon race had returned, the leader sought revenge for his beloved son. The blood demon army charged forward like a grieving army, and the allied army was forced to retreat.

Was that not a coincidence?

Why would they encounter the eve of the blood demon race’s victory every time they were there?

!!

Were they lucky or unlucky?

Wang Wen surmised that the blood demon race was also interested in the answer.

So he returned to the front lines.

He went to the land and received the hidden reward for the first time.

There was no surprise.

The archmage, Darbus, and his precious daughter, Di Lu, were also there.

Reuniting with old friends was always a joyous occasion.

Even though the battle was a mess, the commander still opened a bottle of wine to welcome Wang Wen back to the front line and expressed his sincere gratitude for his previous help.

Wang Wen enjoyed drinking and would not turn down any wine.

He was drinking cheerfully.

The adjutants broke the news of their defeat.

The commander was the first to apologize. He left the table with a solemn expression to command the battle.

Darbus was unable to sit still after that. He got up and left his seat, telling his daughter, Di Lu, to accompany Wang Wen.

A round of drinking…

The host had left.

What was the point of keeping the woman?

Furthermore, he had already seen every detail of her body.

Wang Wen smacked his lips and put down the glass. He asked Zhu Xingguo to put away all the wine and dishes on the table so they would not be wasted.

He took out the Oath Scepter and made a light oath.

That consumed 24 percent of his energy.

The teleportation gate appeared.

The allied forces stared blankly at the dark red powder on the main battlefield, which seeped into the ground and turned into nutrients.

The blood-demon army suffered heavy losses once again.

The loss had scared them so much that they fled underground for decades.

The leader of the blood demon race, who had been reborn through the blood of the royal family, had personally experienced the great defeat that his beloved son had suffered back then. He could not find the person who had destroyed the blood demon army twice in a row when he was about to win, so he could only be enraged by the divine punishment.

In the end, he was disheartened.

Without the protection of his subordinates, he did not turn around and run away as he observed the Allied forces approach.

He took one last look at the fruitful land and sighed deeply.

He self-destructed on the spot.

He, like the blood demon army, would be turned into nutrients.

It could also be argued that he remained in the land for which he had yearned.

Wang Wen and the others had already left by the time the commander and the archmage returned to the table.

There was only a glass of wine in Di Lu’s hand and a table that was so clean that even the tablecloth had disappeared.

The archmage asked his daughter what had happened.

“I only heard him say that all blood demons who disturb his drinking should die,” Di Lu said. “Then he disappeared.”

The archmage and the commander looked at each other.

A terrifying guess rose in the couple’s hearts.

Did those few people cause the blood demon race’s defeat again?

Their strength was already so terrifying. Did they not even need to go to the battlefield?

It was 3 a.m. on Sunday.

World Tower, the 300th floor.

Cheng Qiaoyi felt a surge of vitality in her body as if her entire being had evolved.

Her eyes were wide open as she lowered her head and touched her body. “So this is how it feels to be an expert on the 300th floor? I seem to have transformed into a superhero. That is odd; nothing has changed.”

She looked at the people around her, saying, “I’ve already reached the 300th floor. I must go to the guard department to register after leaving the tower. ”

Chen Hansheng and Mo Ran, who had barely survived after a round of drinking, turned their heads. “Don’t look at me. I don’t want to make any comments on this tower-climbing process.”

Zhu Xingguo looked at Wang Wen, who was interacting with the drone.

“Looking at the Master’s stance, I guess you don’t need to register with the guard department,” he said to Cheng Qiaoyi with a smile.

Cheng Qiaoyi nodded thoughtfully.

One had to register with the guards when they reached a particular floor.

However, at a certain level, there was no need to register.

That was not a math problem but a philosophy problem.

Wang Wen picked the same psyche to increase by 0.1 units. He could feel the amount of energy.

There was almost no change.

He had to admit with regret that the rewards for the 300th level were almost useless to him.

That was the result of his strength increasing too quickly.

It made some of the World Tower rewards in the lower levels less meaningful.

Goodness!

That was a total of 300 levels!

The reward is only available to one out of every ten thousand people on the planet!

Tower climbers on the 300th floor could already hustle for food, drinks, and artillery.

Let alone someone who was on the 300th floor frequently.

Every time he received a reward, it would increase by 0.1, and ten times would be equivalent to one whole unit, which was very frightening.

Even though it was not as simple or quick as World Power’s overall quality superposition strengthening…

However, if he increased it to 300 points every week for a year, he would be able to strengthen a certain mastery by five units, equivalent to boosting his body to the first level of world energy points without spending a single penny!

And so on.

As long as the person had enough patience and longevity.

It would only take 32 years to reach Level 5.

They would get to Level 6 in the 64th year.

For Wang Wen’s current Level 7 enhancement, if he kept on receiving the reward for the 300th level every week, he would only need 128 years to get it for free!

Free of charge!

One could conclude from that.

The slogan of computer or mobile games outside the tower—as long as one had the perseverance and determination, one could compete with rich players without spending a single cent, was utterly credible!

Unfortunately …

Wang Wen had only collected the reward for the 300th floor a few times, but he shamelessly spent money strengthening his body to Level 7.

That caused the reward for the 300th floor to become highly unremarkable.

If he wanted to rely on the reward to reach Level 8, he would have to redeem it 256 times, which was about 12800 times.

The money he earned from the Square Formation had grown over time.

How awkward was that!

It was around 3:50 a.m. on Sunday.

World Tower, 350th floor.

It was the same special checkpoint, the one with the cement sculpture.

Wang Wen wanted to see what else could be used as progress for a level that had already been completed.

The result shocked him.

There was no progress at all for that level!

It was like the 750th floor all over again—when the main body of the progress vanished, the tower simply refused to give them points!

Wang Wen frowned and pondered.

Chen Hansheng, on the other hand, felt his face heat up as he looked at the familiar environment.

If he remembered correctly, that was where he was scared out of the tower.

He did not expect Wang Wen to bring everyone there.

A return to an old haunt…

That person, who controlled more than a dozen consortiums and divided the world with the academy, was somewhat embarrassed.

“Where are the cement statues?” he asked Wang Wen curiously.

Wang Wen woke up from his thoughts.

He thought about it.

He carried everyone and flew to the mountain behind the building.

The place where the body was buried had been carefully repaired. Cement had been poured to cover the cemetery, and stone steps had been specially made for walking.

Wang Wen pointed to the repaired cemetery and said to Chen Hansheng, “These are the few. They can be considered the victims. The content of the previous progress was to avenge them. Everyone who participated in harming them was part of the progress.”

Chen Hansheng nodded and walked to the tombstone. He clasped his hands together and bowed.

Zhu Xingguo was quick to react. He took some incense from the Fair Exchange and handed them to him.

Chen Hansheng took them, shocked. “Why do you even have this?” he inquired.

Zhu Xingguo lit a match and said proudly, “I also have ingots and candles; do you want them?”

“This is enough.” Chen Hansheng lit the incense with a match and retreated with a look of displeasure. He attentively paid his respects to the tombstone and inserted the incense into the burner.

Mo Ran took a look around.

He walked over to Wang Wen and asked, “Is there a problem? I don’t see any progress on this level.”

Wang Wen nodded.

“The last time you weren’t here. It was when I brought Zhou Shengsheng on a trip,” he explained. “It seems like the progress of this level has been stagnant ever since I finished it.”

“Then what do we do?” That was the first time Mo Ran had heard that the progress had stopped.

“I’ll ask.”

Wang Wen turned his head and looked at the gravestone strangely.

He pondered that.

Besides the blood demon race, these cement sculptures were also quite annoying.

He walked forward and kicked the tombstone. “Are you still alive? Come out and have a chat.”