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Looking at the vanished peak and the mocking laughter coming from afar, it felt an overwhelming surge of regret, anger, and despair.

"How could this be? No, the heavens are against me!"

Pig Meng let out a resentful roar, finally understanding the true meaning of Peak's words, "My plan is yours."

From beginning to end, it was merely a casualty of the Peak Project.

"Mengyi, get out of the way!"

On the ground, Zhu Shitian let out a heart-wrenching howl.

However, it was too late.

On Zhu Mengyi's enormous pig head, only endless sorrow remained at this moment.

It shook its head, its voice filled with despair.

"There's no chance anymore, clan leader..."

Its massive body, corroded by frost, was now completely unable to dodge.

It had no choice but to actively face that lightning arrow.

Zhu Mengyi stared at the lightning arrow carrying an aura of destruction ahead, and watched as more and more parts of his body were frozen by frost.

It wanted to use water magic to wash off the gunpowder and flour on its body, but it was afraid that the water flowing down would ignite the forest prematurely, and it was also afraid that it would accelerate the ice's spread, leaving it no time to block the arrow.

It could only drag its fragile body and face the situation with equanimity.

"boom!"

The lightning arrow arrived in front of it in an instant.

With a deafening roar, the violent lightning strike exploded instantly.

"Boom!"

Immediately afterwards, the gunpowder, flour, and oil that had been poured down on its body by the lightning strike caused a chain reaction of explosions.

Two terrifying explosions, almost simultaneously, engulfed Zhu Mengyi's massive body.

It couldn't even let out a scream.

Having withstood two terrifying explosions, Pig Mengyi was powerless to turn the tide.

Chapter 141 Pig Slays the Heavens, Let's Play a Game

Its massive body was instantly torn to pieces by the terrifying impact of the explosion.

All that could be seen was a charred, mangled, and unrecognizable body, engulfed in flames, slowly falling from mid-air...

Zhu Mengyi, the most powerful of the twelve fierce generals of the pig-headed people, was thus killed.

Its sacrifice was merely to stop an ordinary lightning arrow.

Standing atop the stone bridge, looking down upon the peak below, one sees the charred body, still glowing with fire, trailing long plumes of smoke and flames, plummeting straight into the depths of the forest.

A contented and satisfied smile appeared on his face.

A gentle breeze blew by, ruffling the stray hairs on his forehead.

Peak slowly stretched out his hands, feeling the airflow passing through his fingertips, squinted his eyes, and whispered.

"Comfortable".

The moment Zhu Meng fell, all eyes shifted from his charred body to the seemingly thin but terrifyingly imposing figure on the stone bridge.

At this moment, on the ground below, Madman, who was fighting the group of pig-headed men strengthened by the red mist, suddenly looked up and saw his brother in the air who was like a god of war. His eyes were filled with admiration. He ignored the pig-headed men who were attacking him and shouted loudly.

"Holy crap, bro, that's awesome."

Upon hearing this, Xu Tian was stunned. He turned to look at the madman beside him, his face showing an expression of disbelief.

"Insanity? Holy crap, is this peak your brother? His real brother?"

He knew that the man was eccentric and that he usually acted in a rather unpredictable and cunning manner. But he never expected that he would have such a relationship with the peak.

Crazy looked at Xu Tian with a hint of doubt on his face, then said matter-of-factly.

"Yes, Feng Dian is indeed my older brother. Didn't he tell you that?"

Upon hearing this affirmative answer, Xu Tian was stunned again, then suddenly realized and slapped his forehead.

"No wonder, I was wondering why your names sounded so similar, one is called Madman and the other is called Peak."

Xu Tian shook his head, a bitter smile appearing on his lips.

"However, one is born with a particular playing style, and the other makes sarcastic remarks. Both are also born with a particular playing style, and neither of them is very ethical. They do seem to be from the same family."

However, while Xu Tian and his companions were marveling at this unexpected discovery, Zhu Shitian on the ground was plunged into endless grief and rage.

Its massive body remained sluggish due to the effects of aging.

It could only watch helplessly as Zhu Mengyi's charred corpse, glowing with despair, crashed heavily into the depths of the forest.

"Meng Yi!"

Pig Killer let out a deafening roar. Ignoring Xu Tian and Lu Chen who were right beside it, it rushed forward and carefully cradled the mangled corpse, which was still burning with a few embers, in its arms.

Looking at the charred body in its arms, burned beyond recognition, an indescribable pain instantly spread throughout its body.

Although it had only known these subordinates for a short time in this world, Zhu Mengyi's loyalty and strength were deeply imprinted in its heart.

Zhu Shitian always regarded it as his right-hand man and the hope for the future rise of the pig-headed people.

However, now it can't even protect its own brothers.

Before Zhu Shitian's eyes, scenes from the past resurfaced.

It clearly remembered how it had escaped from the encirclement of Peak and his group of humans, all alone, severely injured and in a sorry state.

At that time, it was completely empty, having lost all its power and subordinates, like a stray dog.

Alone, it went through countless hardships before finally finding a remote tribe of pig-headed people.

The pig-headed people there, upon seeing this powerful demon king, not only showed no fear, but warmly welcomed him, cared for him, and obeyed his commands.

Zhu Mengyi, the most powerful warrior in the tribe, was the first to pledge allegiance and vow to lead his people to follow him and rise again.

From that moment on, Zhu Shitian made a vow in his heart.

It will lead these pig-headed men onto the true path of Warcraft.

We must free them from their fate as wild monsters and make them true magical beasts on this continent.

It aims to ensure that the pig-headed race stands firmly at the pinnacle of the continent, reducing humans to mere food and stepping stones for their rise.

Those past humiliations, those past vows, those beautiful dreams of the future...

At this moment, however, under the masterful direction of the peak, it has once again vanished into thin air.

The meetings of the past have gradually faded away.

Zhu Shitian's scarlet eyes were now filled with endless pain, anger, and deep-seated hatred.

It suddenly looked up, its bloodshot eyes fixed on the peak in the sky, its voice filled with endless questioning and sorrow.

"Why, why? You attacked our pig-headed tribe and slaughtered all my men, leaving only me to escape by chance."

The giant pig face of Zhu Shitian was now filled with grief and indignation, and it questioned him once again.

"Now, is it going to happen again? You despicable humans, can't you just leave our pig-headed race alone?"

Despite hearing Zhu Shitian's tearful and bloody question, Dianfeng remained unmoved.

He merely raised the corners of his mouth slightly, a signature sinister smile on his face, and responded casually.

"Pig kills the heavens? Impossible. What happened before can't be repeated."

Peak paused deliberately, then spoke slowly and deliberately in an extremely irritating tone.

"Because... this time, I won't let you escape."

"you!"

Zhu Shitian's boundless rage, already fueled by Zhu Mengyi's death and past humiliations, reached its peak instantly under the mockery and provocation of the peak.

It carefully put down the charred corpse of Zhu Mengyi from its arms, then clenched its fists, its massive body suddenly stood up, and the magic power within it surged again. It roared, intending to charge directly towards the peak in the sky.

However, when Peak looked at Zhu Shitian's actions, which were blinded by hatred, he showed no sign of panic.

He simply sat leisurely on the edge of the stone bridge, swinging his legs, like a chess player high above, watching Zhu Shitian below with amusement.

"Zhu Shitian, since Zhu Mengyi is dead, how about the two of us play a game?"

The voice at the pinnacle was both alluring and dangerous.

"This game is simple. It all comes down to your choice: will your people die, or will you, like Zhu Mengyi, bravely face death for your people?"

Chapter 142 Iron Golem Slaughtering Pigs

Upon hearing these words from the peak, Zhu Shitian, whose boiling rage had been completely consumed by hatred, had his boiling anger extinguished as if by a bucket of ice water.

It snapped back to reality, staring intently at the peak, its voice tinged with apprehension.

"You damned human, what else do you want?"

Zhu Shitian knew all too well that the peak before him was extremely treacherous and cunning.

The game he was talking about was definitely not some simple trick. If I were to be led by the nose by him, I would definitely be manipulated by him.

Seeing the fear and wariness in Zhu Shitian's eyes, Dianfeng felt even more smug and chuckled softly.

"This game is a lot of fun, trust me, you'll like it. I'm looking forward to your choice now."

After saying that, Dianfeng suddenly waved to the back and shouted loudly.

"Brothers of the Second Regiment, pour the stuff down, but don't set it on fire yet, don't rush to set it on fire."

"Received, Commander."

The members of the second regiment, who were already on standby, immediately sprang into action.

On the bridge, countless wolves were speeding along the stone bridge, each carrying a bulging bag of flour in its mouth.