CHAPTER 1665: CHAPTER 61: A GATHERING OF STARS

The altitude here exceeds 5,000 meters. Despite the good sunlight and clear weather, the wind is still biting, and the temperature has dropped to minus 40 degrees.

Li Huiwen, Fang Zhiwen, and Xie Yundan had limited body enhancements, so they crossed their arms and curled up, their lips turning blue from the cold.

"Since when can trash-level fight scum join a BOSS battle?" An American guy muttered cynically and laughed mockingly.

"It’s the American guys and Europeans!"

"Three hundred sixty people, two hundred ninety people—damn, they both outnumber us."

"What’s going on? Do we really need this many teams to fight Buddha Mother? How strong could it possibly be?"

The crater is as large as two football fields. Aside from the survivors from the Asia Region, the North American and European groups were also present. They had obviously arrived earlier, surveyed the environment, and lit campfires while enjoying lunch and waiting.

"Scared? Asking for a transfer home like a Trojan isn’t gonna happen. Just hide behind us later and watch the show. Don’t worry, I’ll protect you all," the American guy said obnoxiously, his dismissive tone immediately angering a few hotheaded group leaders.

"Looking to die? Got the guts for a one-on-one?" The group leader with the scruffy beard, clearly impulsive, and confident in his hero-level Third-order strength, flipped him a middle finger fiercely.

"What’s the big deal about showing off? Having more people doesn’t count for anything. Without the infamous babysitting tendencies of the Red Trojan Horse, you guys wouldn’t even survive half the time."

"Exactly! Why not come to our Asia Region and let Silver Trojan wipe the floor with you!"

At times like this, you absolutely couldn’t afford to show weakness. Besides, it was an opportunity to assert presence, showcase team strength, intimidate opponents, and ensure that even the group leaders wouldn’t target you first.

Everyone understood that getting into a fight with so many people around was unlikely.

The Europeans, indifferent to the situation, watched from the sidelines, enjoying the drama. Hearing the jab about the Red Trojan Horse made them chuckle.

The Americans looked visibly displeased. There was no denying it: among the Trojan groups in various regions, Silver Trojan was hands-down the deadliest, with the most wicked reputation and highest mortality rates.

"Even if the Red Trojan Horse is like a babysitter, it’s not as if they’ve ever let trash who can’t even trigger explosions enter a world BOSS battle." A woman scoffed, directing her disdain at Fang Zhiwen.

The "white, rich, and beautiful" woman was unimaginably weak, her life force practically nonexistent. Considering most of those present were hero-level or higher Conquerors, they saw the woman as no different from an ant.

"Come on now, do you even know whose group member she is? Tang Zheng—the team ranked second globally in numbers. Apart from Vasily’s Moscow Don’t Believe in Tears, who else could compare?" Group Leader Zhao flattered Tang Zheng, intent on diverting attention away from her.

Not just the Americans, even the Europeans turned to look. The numerical advantage also highlighted the profound strength of the Warhammer team.

"A handful of tricky folks, huh?" Dantai clinked the bottle of Dark Guanyin Blood against Tang Zheng’s arm, squinting slightly as he scrutinized the others who would most likely become enemies.

Many were doing the same. Everyone was eager to gather intelligence, even down to what kind of underwear their opponents preferred, to prepare for contingencies.

"Whether they’re tricky or not, there sure are a lot of familiar faces." Tang Zheng took a sip of the blood.

At first, it felt smooth and gentle, but then a surge of heat exploded in his mouth. As he swallowed, the sensation spread to his stomach and flowed through his limbs, warming his entire body. Every cell in him seemed to cheer jubilantly as it became infused with energy.

Standing among the crowd was Miranda, who had once crossed paths with Tang Zheng in the game Cretaceous Bite. When she saw him glance her way, she merely smiled and nodded, clearly uninterested in starting a conversation.

This mature woman seemed younger now and carried herself impressively. Several teams surrounded her, unmistakably treating her as their leader.

Nurse Nicole and her father Jack were also present. When the two spotted Tang Zheng, their eyes lit up, seemingly on the verge of greeting him. However, Miranda whispered a few words to them, causing them to stop.

The Americans, adept at enjoying life, had access to Space Wristwatches, so the campfire area was decked with all sorts of furniture. Among them, a worn-out, peeling bench seemed unremarkable, but the middle-aged man sitting on it drew everyone’s attention.

This was Ulysses Bingxu, nicknamed the Fractured Doll!

The man in his forties had graying temples but still maintained his meticulous presentation. He wore the same slightly faded black suit, carried an outdated 1980s-style briefcase by his feet, and held a newspaper, absorbed in his reading.

No one dared to bother Bingxu. People instinctively kept their distance, and those nearby spoke in hushed tones. It was a mix of fear and reverence.

"Brother, I knew you’d come!" A young girl ran excitedly from the European team’s area toward the Asia Region.

Swish—a ripple of tension swept among the lower-order Conquerors. Worriedly, they instinctively went on alert, aiming at the girl.

"Hmph!" A stunning woman, nearly twenty years old, stepped forward. Her cold snort alone sent an invisible shockwave through everyone’s hearts.

"Brother, it’s been so long! How have you been?" The young girl was prepared to leap forward and throw herself into Tang Zheng’s arms but stopped abruptly. Instead, she lightly lifted the edges of her skirt and performed a courtly bow.

Group Leader Zhao and his companions stopped fixating on the girl. They knew that if this Little Lolita had survived until now, her strength had to be formidable. Yet their gazes couldn’t help but shift toward the young woman in the blue-and-white battle dress next to her.