National Tower Defense Survival: Start Awakening Fusion System

46: Crazy, right? All five types of soldiers combined into one! A mythical demon descends!Ghost Pig Rider

Quality: Legendary (Orange)

Population Cost: 10

Health: 1200

Attack: 400

Trait: Shadow Step (Evolution) — This unit enters deep stealth when not attacking, making it immune to active targeting by any hero or defensive tower.

Trait: Leap Walls (Evolution) — When attacking, this unit can ignore walls, leaping directly into the enemy fortress, and its first attack deals 300% damage.

Trait: Ceasefire — This unit ignores all enemy troops and heroes, focusing solely on defensive buildings as its target.

Lines of scorching orange data flowed like a divine brand, deeply etched into Lin Feng’s retina.

It’s done.

This was the god-slaying spear he desired.

A Ghost Spear capable of tearing through all defenses and piercing directly into the enemy’s vitals.

The evolved Shadow Step could even bypass a hero’s active targeting.

This meant it could brazenly pass through Little Devil’s seemingly inescapable net of dense firepower, as if entering an unmanned territory.

And the combination of Leap Walls and Ceasefire granted it unparalleled precision.

An ultimate ability to strike directly at the heart and decapitate the core.

A cold thrill, mixed with an extreme desire for control, surged up Lin Feng’s spine, almost breaking through his skull.

However, this emotion only rose in his mind for less than a second.

His brain, with an almost absolute zero calmness, instantly extinguished all emotional flames.

His thoughts raced, and a crystal-clear tactical simulation seemed to appear before his eyes.

The Ghost Pig Rider stealthily infiltrates.

Leaps over the wall.

The moment his Ghost War Pig landed, it was met not by panicked defensive towers.

But by a pre-prepared, indiscriminate magical inferno.

The Log roared.

Poison spread.

Fireballs rained down from the sky.

These area-of-effect damages, which didn’t require active targeting, were an insurmountable chasm for its fragile body.

Little Devil’s talent dictated that he was inevitably a madman who would implement a ’turtle strategy’ to the bone.

He couldn’t possibly not guard against this move.

In Lin Feng’s pupils, the simulated scene became incredibly clear: the Ghost Pig Rider’s mere 1200 health would instantly evaporate in the magical fire and poisonous mist, unable to even make a single attack.

A one-time assassination had an abysmal success rate.

This was still a gamble.

And Lin Feng never placed his hopes on vague luck.

”A sharp spear alone isn’t enough.”

Lin Feng’s eyes grew deeper, chillingly devoid of any warmth.

”I also need a heavy enough hammer.”

He needed a behemoth.

One that could exert terrifying, mountain-shattering pressure from the front lines, forcing the opponent to reveal all his magical trump cards!

Only when all of Little Devil’s area-of-effect spells were forced out by this heavy hammer, could his spear, hidden in the shadows, deliver the most fatal blow!

His gaze fell back onto the blueprints of the Institute.

That terrifying figure in heavy armor, wielding twin blades, reappeared in his sight.

P.E.K.K.A. Superman.

A pure king of ground combat.

In front of the Hell Tower, it was merely a slow-moving, living target that would eventually be burned through by lava beams.

But what if…

A plan bolder and crazier than any before abruptly formed in his mind.

What if he gave this pure war machine wings of magic?

Lin Feng glanced at his population limit of two hundred, his will like a mountain, instantly pressing down on the barracks.

”Train, P.E.K.K.A. Superman x1!”

”Train, Goblin x1!”

”Train, Mage x3!”

Population Cost: 38

heavy oil Cost: 5310

Five units with vastly different styles, arguably completely unrelated, appeared simultaneously on the training ground.

The hulking P.E.K.K.A. Superman, with a faint blue glow emanating from the seams of its armor, exuded a pure physical sense of oppression.

The slender Goblin, with cunning eyes and a slight forward lean, was ready to burst forth with astonishing speed at any moment.

Three Mages in blue robes, arcane energy coalescing in their hands, filled the air with a faint ozone scent.

An unprecedented, terrifying ritual, capable of overturning the entire war zone’s understanding, was about to begin.

”Synthesize!”

Boom—!!!

Five beams of light, representing different attributes, shot into the sky, but instead of merging, they converged and collided savagely in mid-air!

This was not fusion.

This was a war! A bloody feast ofDevour!