Chapter 592 - - 495 Accidentally went overboard with the killing_2

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Although he had seen many similar films on Earth, the presence of over a dozen alien warriors was indeed a bit too much.

He couldn’t afford to have his people sacrifice too much, as it would dishearten the others.

Nalan Li was aware of Meng Lanyun’s abilities. As a special agent, she had seen much and naturally knew what might happen next. Glancing between Meng Lanyun and Duge, she found herself somewhat parched and tongue-tied, having never imagined she would one day witness such a method of enemy control on the battlefield.

Compared to Meng Lanyun, Zhao Mei was much more composed. She just lay on the bed in the motorhome, waiting for her summoned target, content with having a heart-to-heart conversation.

At that moment.

The alien warriors outside, taking advantage of Duge being on the motorhome, were trying to sneak away, but they were desperately anxious, unable to break through the barriers of “Drawing a Prison on the Ground.”

“Hey, can’t we talk?” Feng Jingxia couldn’t help but shout toward the motorhome, “I can provide you with some intelligence. The opponent has control abilities, and what you’re doing is very dangerous. Zhao Mei and Meng Lanyun’s abilities are no match for it. Once he sees you, you’ll be hypnotized. The best method is to snipe him from a distance…”

Hypnotized on sight?

Such a domineering ability?

Duge was taken aback for a moment, then quickly stepped outside, turned on the portable computer’s video, switched to playback mode, and showed Feng Jingxia the footage from the President’s mansion: “Which one?”

Feng Jingxia resolutely pointed to the two who were summoned first: “These two, Zheng Dadong and Song Li. Zheng Dadong never revealed his abilities. We were all controlled by this Song Li…”

Before she could finish her sentence.

Duge’s brow furrowed slightly, and he glanced skyward, saying, “Nalan Li, don’t stay inside the motorhome. Take everyone back into the villa. Leave Zhang Xueqi here.”

“Okay,” Nalan Li replied promptly, decisively moving her people.

“What about us?”

Feng Jingxia realized something was wrong too—the escort ships were converging in the sky.

Their anxiety grew as they were trapped by “Drawing a Prison on the Ground”; they were sitting ducks, and even without the alien warriors, a few rounds of artillery fire from the escort ships overhead would turn them into mush.

“Do you trust me?” Duge looked at them and suddenly asked.

“We do,” they hesitated for a second, then said in unison. When under someone’s roof, one must bow their head. The other party had not killed them, clearly keeping them alive for a greater purpose. Regardless of what was said, it was best to agree for now.

“I don’t want to end the Alien Battlefield so soon. I’d like to enjoy this alien battlefield for a few more decades,” Duge surveyed them, “So, I’m going to let you go. Whether you go back to your original organization or stay in the Imperial Capital to trouble me, it’s all the same to me. Are you willing?”

No sooner had he spoken than.

Everyone was stunned.

“You don’t want to end the Alien Battlefield?” Bai Yakun asked, looking at Duge with astonishment.

“Go back for what?” Duge snorted, “Isn’t it better to enjoy decades in this world where you can call the wind and summon the rain, with food and drinks aplenty? Even if we go back, we’d be part of the privileged class, but here, we live decades longer, however you look at it, it’s a win! The Alien Battlefield isn’t meant to be rushed through, is it?”

Indeed!

The Alien Battlefield wasn’t supposed to be like this!

In a single sentence.

All were plunged into silence.

“Pan-Universe Entertainment is manipulating us from above, so naturally, we can live the lives we want in the game. I intend to reverse the rules that Duge, the troublemaker, has changed,” he chuckled, “So, I’m giving you a chance, as well as everyone else. As long as it’s not a control ability, you can leave. In the end, we’ll decide the victor by our own abilities. If you can take me down in this process, then I have nothing to say. I’ll accept the outcome of the wager.”

“Alright,” Feng Jingxia looked at Duge, visibly moved, “If you fall into my hands in the future, I’ll let you off once.”

“Me too,” Bai Yakun said.

The others echoed in agreement.

Fall into your hands? Each of you is quite confident, Duge thought with a smile and called out loudly, “Hong Xin, release them.”

The voice carried far, the confinements of “Drawing a Prison on the Ground” lifted, and the crowd suddenly regained their freedom.

They gave Duge another glance and, together with people from their respective planets, left in different directions.

Zhang Xueqi watched the departing crowd with a complex expression: “Brother Lin, you didn’t even ask for their keywords.”

“Don’t you know how many eyes are watching? What’s the point of asking?” Duge glanced back at him, “It is this element of the unknown that can truly prolong the battle.”

“But they know our keywords,” Zhang Xueqi said.

“So what?” Duge replied, “What does it matter if they know? They still didn’t beat us, did they? And now a few more are dead. Let’s go intercept the rest.”

Duge could clearly sense that at least a dozen people were rapidly approaching them, a number different from the ones Zhao Mei had summoned.

To avoid complicating matters, it was necessary for him to intercept them first.

Herding them together would have been the easiest, but the escort ships were assembling in their direction, and surveillance drones had been deployed.

He didn’t have time to round up these people under the watch of the drones.

Once his image was broadcast by the drones, his low-profile advantage would be lost. Releasing them earlier would help conceal his presence even more.

Not asking for the keywords was meant to give the audience of Pan-Universe Entertainment a glimmer of hope; otherwise, if he were to completely control the game, this round would most likely end prematurely yet again.

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