My lord, spare his life!

Shen Zhi hesitated: "A...Persian has arrived?"

"Not Persian, it's the BOSS!" Zhang Yang corrected his accent. "Tsk, he's got a lot of health, not easy to deal with."

"...You can't beat him?" Shen Zhi didn't understand what a health bar was; his attention was entirely focused on the last sentence, "He's not easy to deal with."

After saying that, he was stunned for a moment.

He knew perfectly well how useless this important person was, so why did he subconsciously assume that she could handle a difficult enemy?

Before he could feel ashamed, angry, or regretful, Zhang Yang scoffed.

"What nonsense are you spouting?"

A game that has been running for sixteen years is bound to have version updates and new level caps. From the initial level cap of ten when the server opened, to the current maximum level of one hundred and fifty, the speed at which players progress is incredibly fast.

The NPCs that players interact with and fight against are also included. They will grow as the story progresses, and their stats will be enhanced in various ways. However, only those who participate in the story will receive this benefit.

There are no NPCs outside the main storyline.

Zhang Yang is naturally an ordinary NPC outside the main storyline.

If she were an important NPC in the main storyline, how could she disguise herself as a player and live freely for so many years? The fact that she hasn't given herself away all these years, and that the human samples she secretly observed and contacted haven't noticed anything amiss, is not because those samples were incompetent, but because she is incredibly skilled! She observes and imitates at the same time, and her behavior blends in with the players without showing any abnormality.

"So what if the boss has a lot of health?" As long as it has health, it's a target to be killed! Zhang Yang does value her life, but she won't make herself miserable just to save her life!

Amid the chaos, the sound of a horse's hoof was exceptionally clear.

"Are you openly making an enemy of our army?"

A majestic and powerful voice came from within the formation.

Glancing sideways at the group of soldiers who were blinded by the gold coins and only cared about grabbing them, disregarding military discipline, the newcomer didn't deliberately suppress his power. With just a cold snort, the burst of air sent them flying, screaming in agony: "Who are you?"

The headless man turned to face the other person.

Without a head, it naturally cannot respond.

But "He" blocked the path of the approaching people, and behind "He" were prisoners fleeing in panic, making his attitude very clear.

"You won't move aside?" The newcomer seemed unconcerned about whether the prisoners would run away; his attention was entirely on the headless figure who had suddenly appeared. His eyes, hidden beneath the mask, shifted from serious to mocking. "Fine, you've got guts! But what if I do this?"

He raised his knife and charged in the direction the prisoners had fled.

Suddenly, a terrifying drumbeat, growing ever stronger, seemed to force the heart to resonate, surging through the ranks of the troops and forcibly heating the blood in every limb. The soldiers, who had just been dazzled by the gold coins, froze the moment the drums sounded, their limbs stiffening, the gold coins they clutched falling to the ground without them noticing. When they half-raised their heads, their eyes, which should have been dark, were bloodshot.

Zhang Yang made a sound of surprise.

"What kind of support skill is this?"

Zhang Yang was unaware of the situation, but Shen Zhi knew it all too well. He now even had a great psychological aversion to this kind of drumbeat: "This drumbeat will make those soldiers fearless and timid, leaving them with only the impulse and courage to charge into battle."

Naturally, it will no longer be corroded by gold coins.

Below, the headless man stands firm amidst the wind and sand.

Along with that majestic and powerful shout of "Kill!" came the golden brick in the headless man's hand. Shen Zhi on the mountain clenched his fists, not expecting the nobleman beside him to be so reckless and impulsive, but he quickly forgot about worrying about Zhang Yang.

Seeing the situation below, his eyes widened in fury.

"How dare you!" The headless man charged at the general's face with a gold brick, while the soldiers, under the general's orders, surged forward like two torrents, chasing after the fleeing prisoners. What could this mean?

Shen Zhi knew perfectly well what was going on!

The sound of metal clashing was accompanied by sparks flying.

The commander hadn't anticipated the headless man's immense strength and suffered a minor setback due to his miscalculation. However, the sharp, hawk-like eyes beneath the mask held no anger, only mockery.

"Remember, you're the one who killed these people!"

Shen Zhi's voice trembled with hatred.

"These thugs are going to slaughter all the prisoners!"

That war drumming conveyed only two simple commands.

First, [Chase!]

Second, [Kill!]

The commander sneered at the headless man, "Prisoners who are escorted back, whatever their fate, can at least eke out a living for a while, and with luck, might even escape with their lives. But now they've escaped, which is unforgivable! You tried to save them but instead caused their deaths. Hero, what are your thoughts now?"

Want to be a hero?

no problem.

But being a hero comes at a price.

Instead of becoming a hero, he became a buffoon, and the price he paid was even greater!

The headless man, whom everyone expected to receive no reply, gave a clear response. The voice was neither male nor female, and the source was his abdomen. The headless man said indifferently, "I have no feelings about it. Kill me if you want, but you should think carefully—once you make your move, how many of you will leave this place alive?"

Players never care about the lives of NPCs; a red name means a monster.

When Zhang Yang realized that these NPCs were just a bunch of data controlled by the game's official team and not her kind, she didn't care about the NPCs' lives, because NPCs don't have lives!

They will refresh and repeat.

Even if they couldn't rescue the prisoners, killing all these red-named players would be a way of avenging the captured NPCs. Zhang Yang didn't see anything wrong with it.

The commander had not expected the headless man to give this reply.

"You didn't come here to rescue them?"

The response to the commander was no longer the ventriloquism of a headless man.

A golden-red luster, like flames, rose from the headless woman's feet, enveloping her entire body, and finally converging on the golden brick she held in her palm. Abandoning any fancy moves, she focused all her strength on this one point, intending to smash it down on the head of her master!

Boom—

A thunderous roar echoed throughout the entire battlefield.

The commander's eyes went from astonishment to fear!

click-

The battle sword, subjected to the full force of the gold bricks, shattered under the strain. The fragments were consumed by the golden-red flames and burned into nothingness. The commander was also sent flying like a cannonball under the irresistible impact, and even his internal organs under his armor were devastated!

The headless man was tossing gold bricks up and down.

In just a few steps, they closed in on the general who was flying backward.

Do it again in the same way.

Zhang Yang's human observation samples stated that—

Even the best kung fu master is no match for a brick.

Zhang Yang didn't have a brick, but she had a gold brick in her hand.

The general narrowly avoided the second attack, but even though the gold brick missed its target, the shockwave it caused still dealt a significant blow to him, forcing him to retreat another hundred feet in the opposite direction of the army's advance. The general began to feel genuine fear.

There was no time to weigh the options, so they had no choice but to believe the headless man's story.

He truly didn't care about the lives of the prisoners, but if all the prisoners died, the army escorting them wouldn't survive either.

Moreover, you will be the first to die at the hands of the headless man!

The commander's first reaction was to survive!

He ordered his soldiers to return to reinforce his troops, giving himself a chance to escape.

"Sound the retreat—"