I Can Get 1,000,000x Returns from Selling Anything!-Chapter 138 --Explosion! With a Raise of His Hand, He Annihilated a Ten-Million-Strong Army!
Lucas quickly opened the game’s built-in forum and started a real-time text livestream simultaneously in the Multiverse section and the No. 616 World Zone section.
[17:00 — No. 616 World Zone · Faustus, standing alone against an army of tens of millions!]
In the post, Lucas wrote down his impressions of the battlefield.
[The imperial army from World Zone No. 1213 stretches beyond the horizon. They cover thousands of miles — how could their numbers possibly be counted in mere tens of millions?]
[And yet Faustus stands right in front of an army like that. The wind tugs at the corners of his robe, and there he is, all alone, standing proudly in place.]
[He’s planning to... challenge the entire army of an empire by himself!]
Under the livestream thread, players from World Zone No. 616 began piling up replies one after another.
"Faustus is really alone? This scene is making me think of that World War in the secret realm last time..."
"Relax, relax. Faustus is famous for being a humanoid natural disaster — by himself, he’s worth an entire army."
"Seriously invincible. Facing tens of millions all alone and not even flinching!"
"Hold on, boss! Once you win, give me a chance to join Doom Guild!!"
"The guy upstairs is dreaming."
...
Daniel gazed coldly at the forces before him.
He treated the tens of millions of warriors from World Zone No. 1213 as if they were nothing, as though they were no more than ants by the roadside.
Roar—!
Hisss...
Yet in the very next moment, the mounts and pets within the legion of World Zone No. 1213 suddenly grew restless all at once, neighing and shrieking one after another.
A bone-deep chill abruptly rose through the bodies of countless warriors from World Zone No. 1213.
The man in their field of vision did not look particularly special, and yet he gave them the suffocating pressure of facing a legendary-grade powerhouse.
The momentum of the tens-of-millions-strong army from World Zone No. 1213 was actually being completely suppressed by Faustus alone.
Lucas faithfully recorded this moment.
[From the looks of it, Faustus is clearly crushing them with sheer pressure. He’s practically making those guys from World Zone No. 1213 unable to breathe!]
[To put it simply, he’s not just going to crush them in strength — he’s going to make sure they can’t even lift their heads in terms of aura!]
"This move doesn’t do much damage, but the humiliation factor is off the charts."
"Holy shit, that arrogant? I’m actually starting to respect Faustus for real now. He’s way too insane!"
"The boss is truly wild — but I like it!"
"Even if the whole world stands against him, it still won’t stop Boss Faustus from moving forward!!"
"Who says a single stick breaks easily? Look at Faustus right now — this is what legendary-grade individual strength really means!"
"After this battle, let those pieces of trash from Zone 1213 who love slandering and smearing others experience what true despair feels like!"
...
At the same time, the livestream thread from players of World Zone No. 1213 had also gone live.
[That cheating dog Faustus is insanely arrogant. Just waiting for him to slap himself in the face...]
Players from World Zone No. 1213 flooded the thread with replies.
"Demonwood, charge! Let that cheating dog see what we’re made of!"
"Warriors of Demonwood, teach that Faustus bastard how to behave!"
"He’s just one person! If we still lose this battle, we might as well kill ourselves to apologize!"
"That bastard!"
"He’s dead for sure!"
"..."
At this moment, the players of World Zone No. 1213 had flames practically shooting from their eyes. This was an enormous humiliation to them!
They all turned their gazes toward Quin.
Quin’s face was ashen, his eyes flickering uncertainly.
And then, right at that moment—
Ninety-nine clones suddenly materialized around Daniel!
The instant those clones appeared, they activated God Speed, blinking across the battlefield and dispersing to every corner of World Zone No. 1213’s military formation.
At the same time, they all raised Stellar Wrath.
[Shattering Comet]!
[Shadowfont]!
[Arrowstorm]!
[Aetherlance]!
[Serpent’s Thundercell]!
Tens of thousands of skills poured down in the same instant, as though heaven and earth were collapsing.
Golden arrow rain, purple thunder-serpents, dark curses, and burning meteors intertwined into a death net that blanketed the sky.
-8,136,454!
-8,435,616!
-8,235,644!
Blood-red damage numbers cascaded down like a waterfall.
In a single exchange, the number of warriors in World Zone No. 1213’s legion was reduced by one-third!
More than ten million lives vanished in less than a second!
At this rate, it would take only three waves for the mighty army of World Zone No. 1213 to be completely wiped out.
Lucas’s hands trembled as he recorded the scene, overwhelmed with excitement.
[Faustus has made his move! With one attack, a third of World Zone No. 1213’s army is gone — my eyeballs are about to pop out of my head!]
The replies from players of World Zone No. 616 exploded instantly.
"WTF? Is the boss playing match-three or something?"
"Match-three my ass — that’s a freaking army of tens of millions! Since when does match-three work like that?! He’s invincible!"
"Today, Faustus is teaching everyone the proper way to use AoE skills!"
"I understand the principle, I’m just missing the cheat. Where do I pick one up? (doge)"
"No, seriously, why is an archer’s AOE skill producing the effect of a mage’s forbidden curse? What kind of joke is this?"
"Absurd, right? Watch carefully and learn. Forbidden curse? A forbidden curse isn’t even close!"
...
World Zone No. 1213 battlefield.
"Faustus!"
"Today will be the end of your legendary-grade reign!"
A dragon’s roar suddenly exploded across the sky, the sound surging like rolling thunder.
Quin’s figure dove down from the clouds. Standing atop the dragon’s back, his long hair whipped wildly in the wind.
Sword in hand, his face was gloomy, and his gaze locked firmly onto the figure hovering in midair.
"What’s so impressive about slaughtering the weak? I am your true opponent!"
Before his words had even fully fallen, the dragon beat its wings and carried him forward like a meteor, charging straight at Faustus.
Faustus’s face remained calm as still water.
In his eyes, this so-called Unvanquished Reaper was not even worthy of polishing his shoes.
Lucas nervously recorded everything before him.
[Quin has appeared! He declared: killing that trash doesn’t count for anything — your opponent is me!]
[But what about Faustus? There isn’t even the slightest change in his expression. He doesn’t take Quin seriously at all.]
[Next, the ultimate showdown is about to begin!]
"Wait, ’killing that trash’? Are you sure those were Quin’s exact words?"
"Hahahaha... this thread is obviously filled with extremely strong subjective interpretation!"
"Faustus: barking in front of me? Are you worthy?"
"The show’s starting, the show’s starting! Charge, Boss Faustus!"
"The champagne’s already prepared — just waiting for the celebration!"
...
Facing Quin’s headlong charge, Faustus slowly raised Stellar Wrath.
[Wind’s Embrace]!
Invisible chains of wind surged forth from the void, binding Quin and his dragon tightly in place.
Quin let out a cold sneer. "You think a trick like this can hold me?"
A flash of light burst from his body, and he instantly broke free of the restraints.
Yet Faustus swung Stellar Wrath again.
A second [Wind’s Embrace] followed immediately after.
Quin was bound once more.
"He can cast a restraining skill infinitely?!"
Quin’s face instantly turned deathly pale.
His immunity skill required time to cool down, but Faustus’s restraint seemed endless.
Right now, as long as Faustus casually threw out any attack skill, Quin would die without a doubt!
...
When Lucas saw this, his heart pounded wildly.
He stared fixedly at Faustus, eagerly awaiting the moment he would strike and instantly kill Quin,彻底 dragging this number one expert of World Zone No. 1213 down from his pedestal.
And yet Faustus did not even spare a glance for the immobilized Quin.
He simply stood there, a faint smile hanging at the corner of his lips, as though waiting for something.
Lucas shuddered all over, and a chill rose from the bottom of his heart.
At that very moment—
Several dozen figures suddenly shot up into the sky from within World Zone No. 1213’s army and charged straight toward Faustus!
