There's a skeleton dungeon connected to my basement.

Chapter 503, What a knock-off game!
The war entered a halftime break after those bulky steel behemoths entered the battlefield.

Amidst the creaking and groaning sounds.

These tin cans, engraved with magical patterns, rolled over the undulating trenches.

The massive magic cannon began to charge up.

After the condensed radiance accumulated to its peak, it suddenly burst forth.

Their targets were the Ghost Cave disciples hiding in the distance.

The shot was very accurate.

One volley of fire killed one or two disciples.

These demonic cultivators valued their lives extremely much.

After being injured, it immediately began to flee like a frightened rabbit.

The continuous black fog dissipated.

There are also unexpected gains.

A disciple of the Ghost Cave was captured.

When I was caught.

It was still unwilling to give up and continued to crawl, dragging its half-body along.

"I'm not resigned to this! I can't die like this!"

It has to be said that the magic cannons mounted on these big-headed tanks are really powerful.

The one who found and caught this guy was a player from the waning tide game.

His eyes lit up, as if he had found a treasure.

Upon seeing the crawling Ghost Cave disciple from afar, they rushed over without caring what they were holding.

The will to survive of this creature, now reduced to only half its original size, is astonishing.

"Spare me! Spare me! I have spirit coins and equipment. I'm willing to use spirit coins and equipment to redeem my life!"

"Spirit Coins? Equipment!"

The former is still a bit unclear, but the latter is really tempting.

A strange look fell on the Ghost Cave disciple in front of him, who was now only half-dead.

"That's strange. Is it possible to capture an elite monster and make him ransom?"

"This game can be played like this?"

"As expected, less than one percent of players are willing to participate in the game's release despite the decline in popularity!"

He muttered to himself.

This muttering was overheard by the disciples of the Ghost Cave.

"Game? Player! Are you a player of the God-like Game too?!"

"Let me go! If you're willing to let me go, everything I have is yours!"

Excited words rang out.

"Give me the things first, and I'll think about it."

"No, sign a contract, a short-term contract for the Gods' Game. I'll give it to you, as long as you...!"

This half-disciple of the Ghost Cave is still desperately fighting for a chance to survive.

But before he could finish speaking, he was hit on the head with a stick.

"Stop babbling! If you don't want to give it, then don't!"

A mouthful of saliva was spit onto the motionless figure in front of him.

"What kind of divine game is this!"

"Grandpa, I'm a gamer who's been retiring from the game!"

"Where did this knock-off come from!"

If the silent disciple of the Ghost Cave were to hear this guy's words, he would surely turn red with anger.

………….

Soon after, based on the confessions of the captured prisoners, an important piece of information was obtained and reached Xiao Yang's ears.

"A fallen paradise?"

"A mad earth immortal?"

Xiao Yang kept repeating these two words.

"Something's wrong!"

"Something's nine out of ten wrong!"

Xiao Yang felt that the Ghost Cave was about to cause him a big disaster.

It is directly connected to the ley lines of the Decaying Lands.

"How dare He!"

Putting everything else aside, just from the last war between the evil gods, who knows how many messy things were buried in the ley lines of the rotten land.

No.

"The plan has changed!"

"We can't let this guy mess things up!"

A new round of blitzkrieg is about to begin.

………….

On the front line towards Ghost Cave.

The Salvation Army troops at the front lines were given a rotation opportunity after one round of fighting.

In the brightly lit camp behind.

A short break.

Not all guys are made of steel. Under immense pressure, frequent rotations of frontline troops when the situation is not critical are more effective in maintaining morale and combat effectiveness.

A box full of beef.

Xiao Yang never skimped on spirit coins when it came to logistics. He was very wealthy.

They didn't really care about the increasing number of spirit coins in their hands.

"Many departments in the City of Hope, schools, the Salvation Army."

They all frequently benefited from Xiao Yang's tangible intervention.

This beef is a product of such circumstances.

It's piping hot, and you can even find a certain amount of potatoes inside.

This is a commendation for outstanding soldiers.

He was very brave today.

Holding the box, he silently walked into a large tent.

He sat down quietly and ate heartily.

There was another person next to me without my noticing.

A long, shiny silver box was handed over, accompanied by the sound of liquid sloshing around and a sentence.

"Have a bite!"

Somewhat surprised.

"Isn't drinking alcohol prohibited during rotation periods?"

"Drinking a little bit won't hurt; in fact, it can give you more courage!"

"No, I'd rather not!"

"By the way, don't dwell too much on what happened during the day."

The old soldier with a hideous scar on his face said this.

He took a swig and drank it down.

He pointed to the hideous scar on his face.

"This mark on my face was left by those monsters. I couldn't bring myself to do it back then, and I almost died."

Said so.

The young soldier didn't respond.

The atmosphere on the field became somewhat awkward.

He patted the young soldier on the back with a large hand.

"That's basically it. By the way, who's that unlucky guy from earlier today?"

"Don't worry too much about it. On this front, people come and go like weeds. They don't stay in one place for long before a new batch sprouts up. Don't be too attached to it."

That's my brother.

The endless chatter stopped.

A hint of embarrassment was clearly visible on the veteran soldier's face.

I wanted to say something more, but I couldn't say anything at all.

He awkwardly drank alone.

Before long, in silence, the beef in their hands was eaten clean, and the plate was put down.

A hand was extended in front of the veteran soldier.

The grotesque scarred face raised its head.

"Let me try it."

The metal box was handed to me.

Before drinking strong liquor.

I've been thinking about it for a while.

"Thank you for everything during the day!"

A sincere thank you.

The seasoned soldier grinned at the sight.

"It's nothing, we're all comrades who fought together in the trenches!"

"For the great heroes!"

Say it in one sentence.

It was as if some kind of switch had been triggered.

A series of responses followed.

"For the great heroes!"

"For the great heroes!"

This tent serves as a common rest area for the rotating shifts.

At this moment, many figures turned their gazes toward the young soldier.

I'm keeping an eye on what's happening here.

At this moment, they all grinned.

"For the great heroes!"

Now it's the young people's turn.

He seemed to be venting his frustration by raising the iron box high in his hand.

"For the great heroes! Victory belongs to hope!"

As he said this, he suddenly gulped down a large mouthful of wine.

As it turns out, taking such a big gulp of alcohol on your first drink is never a good idea.

He started coughing violently.

His expression twisted together, and his face turned red.

At that moment, the Salvation Army soldiers gathered around the tent burst into loud laughter.

(End of this chapter)