The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

"No way, no way, you think I came here without any preparation?"

Instead of being angry, He Linshan laughed and raised the battle flag high.

Then he slammed the battle flag into the ground!

"Innocent!"

"I'll show you that offending the Heavenly Decree means even death will be your most extravagant wish!"

"In the name of holy war, may the warrior spirit return!"

With a roar, the demonic head on the battle flag suddenly opened its eyes, shooting out two beams of bloody light.

A terrifying suction force emanated from the flag, forming a blood-red vortex.

On the battlefield, there were pets that had just been killed by plants, as well as the corpses of some Revelation Online players, or the corpses of mutated plants.

They all transformed into streaks of red light, which were frantically absorbed into the battle flag.

The battle flag shook violently the next second.

A rotting bear paw, emitting black smoke, emerged from the flag.

Then came the second, the third...

Countless rotting limbs crawled out, squeezed out, and broke free from that eerie battle flag.

It was the Earth-Splitting Demon Bear that had been strangled by the vines. Its corpse was already mangled, with half of its head collapsed, but now it was burning with blood-red soul fire and stood up again.

It was the Storm Griffin, corroded by the poisonous fog, its feathers fallen and its flesh mangled, yet its shrieks were even more mournful than when it was alive.

And then there were the Revelation Online players torn apart by Zhao Chuang's plant army, the treants scorched by the flames of Helin Mountain, the man-eating plants ripped apart by sharp claws...

All the creatures that died in the battle have now returned.

They staggered out of the blood-red aura of the flag, their bodies emanating ominous black mist, and their empty eye sockets pulsating with the same scarlet light.

Then, they all stood neatly behind He Linshan.

The previously empty defensive line was instantly filled again by this undead army composed of corpses.

For the first time, cracks appeared in the calm and mockery on Zhao Chuang's face.

He could clearly feel that the spiritual connection between himself and the resurrected mutated plants was forcibly severed and distorted by a more domineering and evil force, and then reconnected to the battle flag.

Their own creations became the enemy's weapon.

"What...what the hell is this?!"

"The dead are resurrected? No, even the plants that were killed are coming back to life! What kind of bug-level item is this?!"

"Revelation Online's trump card... is this? Turning slain enemies into their own army? How are we supposed to fight like this?"

The spectators on the hillside, who had just been amazed by Zhao Chuang's miraculous feat of "forming an army by himself," were now speechless with astonishment at He Linshan's unconventional methods.

If Zhao Chuang is a natural disaster, then what He Linshan is summoning at this moment is an immortal plague.

He Linshan reveled in the horrified gazes from those around him, and even more so in the fleeting look of astonishment on Zhao Chuang's face.

He carried the battle flag on his shoulder, and the demonic heads on the flag seemed to be grinning at him.

"So you're good at fighting? What good is fighting? In this world, it's about skill, but you also need power and connections. What do you have?"

"Oh, so he's just a nobody."

He Linshan looked at Zhao Chuang, grinned, and revealed a set of gleaming white teeth.

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly waved the battle flag in his hand forward!

"roar--!"

The undead army has moved!

The rotting Earth-Splitting Demon Bear charged ahead, its ferocity far exceeding that of its former self, relentlessly heading towards Zhao Chuang's plant formation.

Behind it were hundreds and thousands of undead creatures, who had once belonged to the opposing side, but now had only one goal.

As soon as Zhao Chuang had a thought, the tree-man legion in front of him immediately raised their thick wooden arms, forming an unbreakable defensive line.

"boom!"

The undead bear and the treant defense line collided violently.

This time, there was no sound of bones breaking, no scene of being instantly strangled.

The undead bear's claws tore open the treant's chest. Even though its arms were entangled by vines and pierced by thorns, it felt no pain, only frantically biting and destroying.

For the first time, Zhao Chuang's plant army felt real pressure.

A treant fell, and soon its corpse turned into a red light, which was absorbed by the battle banner in the distance. A few seconds later, a treant with a putrid smell emerged from the banner and joined the undead legion of Helin Mountain.

Zhao Chuang felt an unprecedented pressure.

These resurrected creatures, though individually less powerful than in life, are fearless, feel no pain, and... are inexhaustible.

Even more fatal is the shift in power dynamics.

For every unit he loses, the enemy gains one unit.

This was a war of attrition that was impossible to win from the very beginning.

His green ocean is being constantly eroded and swallowed up by that filthy, blood-red wave.

The plant army's lines began to show visible signs of collapse.

"Why aren't you being so arrogant anymore?"

He Linshan's voice drifted over, carrying a sense of exhilarating satisfaction at finally getting revenge.

He walked forward step by step, stepping on the path cleared by the undead creatures, his smile growing increasingly cruel.

"Aren't you supposed to be a great fighter? Aren't you a one-man army?"

He mimicked Zhao Chuang's previous tone, using extreme sarcasm.

"Why aren't you saying anything now? Are you just naturally averse to talking?"

On the hillside, the players who had just been cheering for Zhao Chuang were now silent.

"It's over... Zhao Chuang's talent has been completely countered."

"This battle flag is simply the nemesis of all summoner and swarm strategies."

"The foundation of the Revelation Guild is terrifying. They can even bring out strategic items of this level... This is something no single player can compete with."

"It's all gone, everything's gone. My 517 Source Crystals, all gone!"

"That good-for-nothing Zhao Chuang, why can't he even beat a single Heavenly Oracle?!"

Those who had suppressed Zhao Chuangsheng were now shouting and cursing wildly.

He Linshan was very satisfied with the results.

He wanted not only victory, but also to repay Zhao Chuang a hundredfold, a thousandfold, for all the humiliation he had just inflicted upon him!

He no longer intended to give Zhao Chuang any chance to catch his breath or turn the tables.

When he was still thirty meters away from Zhao Chuang, he stopped and slowly stretched out his right hand, making a grasping motion in the air.

Om-!

An invisible ripple spread through the air, and a long spear gleaming with metallic luster suddenly appeared in his hand.

The spear was entirely silver-white, with blue energy patterns winding around its shaft. At its tip, a sharp, cold glint flickered, radiating a dangerous aura.

"Rank B Source Soldier, Wind Cutter."

He Linshan stroked the gun as if admiring a work of art, his words filled with a condescending sense of superiority.

"High-end goods in a high-end recycling shop. You've probably never even heard of a high-end recycling shop."