Chapter 827 - 699: Senior

"After the breakup, his little puppy-like voice came through the radio, ’Princess, I’m leaving, and this departure is for a lifetime!’ The whole school was engulfed in sadness, even the principal secretly shed tears in the office..."

The car radio of the Edge Fighter was still playing the audio from a reading software from the last startup, leaving Don Juan and others perplexed.

Li Cheng didn’t have the time to turn off the radio; he let the Edge Fighter’s AI control the joystick, while he used his hands to tinker up, down, left, and right.

Mei Wenyi, squeezed in the back row, remained silent for a long time and finally couldn’t help asking, "Uh... Mr. Pi Fu, what are you doing?"

"Adjusting the antenna."

Li Cheng slightly turned sideways, revealing a microwave-like, screen-equipped radio receiver placed on his thigh, "Trying to receive the spiritual energy radio waves sent from the Zhongtian Beiji headquarters."

"Eh?" Mei Wenyi was stunned and hesitantly said, "Is that possible?"

"It is."

Li Cheng replied without turning his head, "On one hand, there will definitely be people from GOC and other big guilds going to the Execution Committee headquarters to join Zhongtian Beiji.

The more people there are, the stronger the spiritual energy pulses the headquarters can emit.

On the other hand, when players find a space rift, they can set up two signal stations at both ends of the rift, connecting them with data cables.

As long as there are enough stations, this relay method can expand the signal transmission range.

Besides, the explored total area of the Broken Land is only a bit over two million square kilometers. Even without spiritual energy radio waves, digital signals should be enough to cover it.

Otherwise, why do you think Mike Maxwell and I set up those devices at every space rift entrance?"

"...I thought those were street lamps."

Mei Wenyi’s expression was awkward; her cultural subjects were indeed lacking, which is why she became an idol trainee.

"Well... technically you’re not wrong; they do qualify as street lamps."

Li Cheng nodded. The signal stations he installed were bought domestically from online platforms and were extensively modified.

Due to the abundance of people opposing signal stations in residential areas domestically, claiming station radiation affects pregnant women and fetuses, that 5G signals control brain thoughts,

operators had to creatively modify signal stations in various bizarre forms to outwit these opponents.

Street lamps, chimneys, exhaust pipes, rooftop solar water heaters, and even big trees painted green.

Previously, when Gray Rain’s phone was confiscated by Li Cheng, his internet addiction would strike, prompting him to sneak downstairs and crouch on the tree-shaped signal station to connect directly online.

Leading to ghost stories among elementary school kids in the community, "Saturday evenings near Building No. 7, you can hear an old ghost lady laughing in the trees."

"FM... AM..."

Li Cheng continued fiddling with the antenna when suddenly, the Edge Fighter shook.

It wasn’t due to running out of power from the fighter, nor was it because Li Cheng accidentally pressed a button, launching Don Juan from the weapon pod; it was the space itself vibrating.

The ground below rose and fell like a trampoline. The low-rise brick-wood antique buildings, despite being parallel to the ground, weren’t collapsing.

The Edge Fighter itself was also affected. Its wings rippled; the faces of Mei Wenyi and Divine Era Rain Prayer twisted and spun.

Before everyone could react, the next moment, invisible waves swept across the entire space,

all distortions instantly dissipating, and the Edge Fighter stalled and shut down, plunging towards the ground.

"The plane crashed again, wait, why did I say ’again’?"

Li Cheng’s expression remained calm and composed, used to crashes, as he pressed a button to launch the weapon pod, ejecting all seats.

During the ejection’s instant, he retracted the Edge Fighter into the backpack.

Bang!

The parachute-equipped seat shot skyward, gently descending.

"What’s happening, what’s happening?!"

Mei Wenyi steadied herself in shock, her accent unconsciously changing from the precise Seoul accent to Jeju Island dialect.

"The space rift was blown open."

Li Cheng pointed upwards, where the previously empty sky now revealed an inverted gray-white mountain range.

The mountains stretched endlessly, peaks rising and falling, mountain goats leaping between steep cliffs, evading hunting eagles, unaffected by overlapping gravitational forces.

Mei Wenyi and others stared in disbelief at the mountain sky. Li Cheng understood the situation and forcibly straightened the antenna.

Sure enough, signal reception became smooth, and Zhongtian Beiji’s somewhat frazzled voice came through the speakers,

"...This is the Broken Land GOC broadcast station, I am Zhongtian Beiji, currently broadcasting to all players."

"Previous judgments were wrong; all previous earthquakes were just preludes. Hostile forces represented by Solomon’s 72 Pillar Demon Gods are collapsing space rifts, triggering a massive chain-collapse."

"Soon, all spaces in Broken Land will be forcibly connected and fused together. Including those spaces with deadly environmental factors!"

"No time left, as GOC’s interim leader in Broken Land, I’ve begun organizing manpower, evacuating Execution Committee-controlled residents. We’ve left a sufficient number of stars at each settlement point."

"Players currently tuning into the broadcast, if your level is below Level 25, or if your closest settlement point distance exceeds two space rifts, it is recommended to withdraw—you may encounter demon god forces along the way."

"That’s all for now; reporting each settlement point and remaining crystal numbers now. Frozen Soil Ice Plain Settlement, 857 crystals remaining. Dragon Valley Ruins, 1410 crystals remaining..."

Zhongtian Beiji quickly reported as if reciting dish names and added, "I and my colleagues will stay at each settlement point until the end, providing real-time updates."

With the broadcast concluded, it was repeated but still evident Zhongtian Beiji was speaking live.

Mei Wenyi and others turned to Li Cheng; the crystal numbers at each settlement point were not enough for all players to ascend to the next level.

First-come, first-serve; later players not only might fail to gather enough stars, but their risk of encountering demon gods would sharply increase—those demon gods are highly intelligent beings, wouldn’t be ignorant of what a broadcast is.

Li Cheng promptly considered and quickly stated, "Returning to the settlement point from here requires passing four space rifts. Even if spaces have fusions in-between, the direct distance exceeds 1100 kilometers.

I suggest we proceed to find Mike Maxwell, because..."

He adjusted the antenna, and Mike Maxwell’s action camera footage instantly appeared on the radio receiver’s screen.

Their physical distance was already very close, possibly just one last space rift away, and Mike Maxwell himself hadn’t realized his action camera was streaming.

In the footage, the entire forest blazed, the ground sunk like a nuclear blast center.

Mike Maxwell and several other players had just been through a fierce battle, bodies riddled with tenacious fire resembling White Phosphorus.

Needing to chug Life Potions while using knives to gouge out large chunks of flesh to barely clear the yellow flames.

Residual flame burns carried Anti-Demon attributes, with transcendent beings like Mike Maxwell, Merlin, Black Trojan Horse possessing certain resistance, whereas the weakest member Su Jie among them was tortured to near death, consciousness fading.

A healer cannot treat themselves, Su Jie’s eyes rolled back, constantly fainting and waking, waking and fainting.

"The anti-demon flame burns too deep, my healing Blood Magic is ineffective on him."

Claudia urgently said, "If we can wake him, he can cast the Mysterious Marsh Green Blood Skill on himself."

"Let me."

Hassan adjusted his Ninja Headband confidently, "I self-taught Konoha’s Medical Ninjutsu·Hand Immortal Technique through studying the Ninja Book."

Merlin and Claudia instinctively felt things were amiss, yet Hassan already grabbed Su Jie’s collar, with green healing micro-light emanating from his palm.

Hand Immortal Technique is an A-level healing ninjutsu, utilizing Chakra output through the palm accelerates wound healing, capable of treating both internal and external injuries simultaneously.

However, Hassan was clearly not an ordinary ninja...

Slap!

Hassan slapped Su Jie hard across the face, maliciously saying, "Trash!"

"Useless!"

"Dead last!"

"Small fry!"

"Not using honorifics with seniors!"

"You’ve only been in the killing field for a few years? I was fighting in script tasks when you were still wearing split pants!"

Green healing Chakra was infused into Su Jie’s body, whose face swelled high, dazedly opening his eyes.