National Tower Defense Survival: Start Awakening Fusion System

36: Choose one of three Hextech options! Everyone in the server is choosing combat power, and I choose the money printing machine!Lin Feng’s Goblin Hut had long since become like a green beehive that had been pierced, spewing out wave after wave of cheap cannon fodder.

These cunning-eyed, scrawny little creatures did not flinch from the bone-shattering hoofbeats coming from the front.

They bravely surged forward, using their lowly and fragile bodies to forcibly construct a constantly wriggling, thickening green wall of flesh and blood in front of the fortress.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The Youhun Wolf Riders’s death charge finally arrived.

The scarlet tide crashed violently against the green “Great Wall”.

The 300% charge damage, capable of instantly killing any elite unit, was perfectly absorbed by these Goblins, whose health points were even less than a hundred, at this moment.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, only the teeth-grinding sound of flesh being torn.

For a time, green viscous liquid and pale bone fragments flew everywhere; countless Goblins were crushed into a pulp upon contact, not even having time to let out a scream.

However, the value of cannon fodder lay precisely in this.

Their deaths bought Lin Feng the most precious breathing room.

Just as the Wolf Cavalry’s charge momentum was obstructed by this wall of flesh and blood, and their speed plummeted, Lin Feng moved.

“Hero Incarnation.”

The War Lord’s figure appeared on the cold city wall without any warning.

He did not rush to switch to that berserk Close Combat Stance, but calmly took down the grotesque war bow made of dragon bone from his back.

His gaze penetrated the chaotic, bloody meat grinder in front, even ignoring the Youhun Wolf Riders that had begun to brandish their claws due to their obstructed charge.

His sight, like the most precise cruise missile, locked firmly onto the two Blood Moon Warlock, guarded by the Wolf Cavalry in the center, leisurely waving their staffs and providing healing for the entire legion, a hundred meters away.

That was the heart of this killing machine.

Whoosh!

The bowstring vibrated, emitting a low hum.

An arrow shot from the string, tearing through the air, bringing with it a sharp sonic boom, like a black lightning bolt ripping through the bloody sky!

It traced a trajectory almost imperceptible to the naked eye, passed over countless fighting heads, and accurately pierced the head of a Blood Moon Wizard!

-400!

A shocking damage number burst from that fragile cloth-armored body.

This Blood Moon Wizard didn’t even manage to let out a scream before his entire upper body exploded, turning into a shower of minced flesh.

The other wizard, seeing this, let out a piercing shriek from his throat, stomped his withered bone staff, and turned to retreat, wanting to vanish deep into the Wolf Cavalry formation.

But the War Lord’s second arrow had already caught up.

Pfft!

The second healing unit fell to the ground.

From Lin Feng’s appearance to the death of the two wizards, the entire process took less than two seconds.

Deprived of continuous health regeneration, the fifty arrogant Youhun Wolf Riders instantly became rootless duckweed, fish on a chopping board.

Lin Feng’s lips curled into a cold arc.

He switched to the [Close Combat Stance].

A wildly powerful aura exploded, and the War Lord’s body seemed to swell by a circle in an instant; a bloodthirsty red light flashed on the blade of the grotesque great axe in his hand.

The next second, he, like a god of slaughter descending from the sky, leaped directly from the city wall and crashed violently into the center of the battlefield.

The great axe swung.

Blood splattered.

The [Netherworld Body] that the Youhun Wolf Riders prided themselves on seemed so ridiculous under the War Lord’s doubled terrifying attack power and high-frequency attacks.

Physical immunity?

Then just chop one more axe.

The magical damage of the defensive towers and the physical attacks of the hero intertwined into a death net, clearing out these unhealed monsters in swathes like cutting grass.

The entire battle, from start to finish, did not even exceed one minute.

[Ding! You have perfectly resisted the first wave of the Blood Moon Demon Tide!]

[Now drawing a Prismatic Hextech reward for you… ]

A shimmering, illusory screen slowly unfolded before Lin Feng.

Three options, glowing with colorful light and seemingly composed of countless data streams, were quietly displayed on it.