NOVEL Lord Game: I Have 100 Million Talents Chapter 464 - 116: We Will Be the Strongest Nation of Domains in History (Part 2)

Lord Game: I Have 100 Million Talents

Chapter 464 - 116: We Will Be the Strongest Nation of Domains in History (Part 2)
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Chapter 464: Chapter 116: We Will Be the Strongest Nation of Domains in History (Part 2)

"Easier said than done!"

"Tier Four Lord Players from the Sakura Country can’t even last a few moves against him, and you want to set an inescapable trap?"

"Are you trying to send our people to feed him kills?"

"I’ll say it right here! Without a Divine Gift: Purification Technique, Divine Gift: Permanent Poisoning is completely unbeatable! Even if we use sea of people tactics and throw bodies at him, all we’ll do is add stacks to his poison! In the end, it will just wear us all down and kill us!"

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A radical member of the Sakura Country’s Divine Wind Association roared:

"So what!?"

"There are so many of us, and you’re telling me we can’t kill one guy!?"

"It just means more people will die, that’s all!"

"As long as we can kill Tingfeng, what’s sacrificing a few people?"

"It’s better than all of us being ruled by the major Player Alliances from Hua’s Domain later on, or even becoming Tingfeng’s lackeys, right!?!"

At this moment, as the argument raged on the cross-plane communication channel, a Lord from the Viking Domain suddenly exploded. His voice carried an uncontrollable tremor, as if the war hawks’ madness had pushed him to the brink of collapse:

"Madmen!"

"You’re all madmen!"

His roar had the characteristic roughness of the Vikings, yet it couldn’t hide his deep-seated fear as he practically shrieked his rebuttal:

"Just sacrificing a few Lord Players?"

"I can’t believe you have the nerve to say that! Those are our brothers who’ve been through life and death with us! They’re elites we’ve spent countless resources to train!"

"When it’s your turn, or your own confidants and friends being pushed out as sacrifices, let’s see if you can still talk so tough!"

Even the static in the communicator seemed to vanish for a moment, silenced by his roar. The player from the Viking Domain took a deep breath, his tone suddenly becoming resolute, filled with the courage of one burning their bridges:

"Either way, I am firmly against starting this war! This isn’t a war! It’s a suicide mission!"

"I’m going to surrender!"

"I’m going to contact the major Player Alliances in Hua’s Domain right now, offer up all my resources and treasures, and beg that when the Plane War begins, Tingfeng’s Holy Empire army will spare my life!"

The moment he finished speaking, a Tier Three Lord Player from another domain immediately chimed in, his voice filled with the urgent relief of someone unburdened:

"Me too!"

"Rather than being permanently killed by Tingfeng’s ’Sealed Resurrection’, it’s better to surrender early and save our skins!"

"At least we can keep our foundations intact!"

"And slowly make a comeback!"

Another young, Tier Three Lord Player joined in, and the calls to surrender spread like wildfire through the communication channel in an instant:

"Count me in!"

"I’m willing to hand over three complete sets of advancement blueprints and forging blueprints for level 5 weapons!"

"They’re the mass-producible kind!"

"For something so rare!"

"Tingfeng will definitely spare me!"

"..."

However, this sudden wave of surrender declarations completely lit the fuse of conflict. The war hawks’ fury erupted, and a Tier Four Lord Player from the "Iron Cross Alliance" brutally cut in:

"What a bunch of cowards!"

"You think surrendering will let you live?"

"Tingfeng killed John and wiped out the Divine Wind Association’s secret base. When has he ever shown his enemies mercy?"

The voice of the Iron Cross Alliance Lord Player was filled with a savage threat:

"Let me make this clear!"

"Anyone who dares to surrender!"

"Is a traitor to the entire Global Alliance Army!"

"And when that time comes, don’t blame me for being ruthless!"

"You can either follow us to invade the Hua Country Plane, or you can wait for me to come and chop off your spineless dog heads, making you so scared you’ll never dare return to the Real World for the rest of your lives!"

"And then I’ll use the ’Plane War’ mechanics in the Lord Plane to slowly settle the score with you!"

The Viking Lord laughed in fury, but his voice still carried a hint of lingering fear:

"You’re threatening me!?"

"I don’t care. It’s death either way. I’d rather take my chances and surrender, and bet on Tingfeng killing you ’Iron Cross Alliance’ pieces of shit after he wins!"

The argument on the communication channel instantly devolved into curses and threats. The war hawks declared they would first purge the "surrender faction" from within, while the peace faction fired back, refusing to be outdone. The already fragile alliance pact completely crumbled to dust.

The war hawks, blinded by the obsession that "strength in numbers can overcome anything," firmly believed that if they just concentrated all their Divine Gift holders and elite legions, set up Sacrificial Arrays and Death Traps, they could brute-force their way to killing Qin Feng and eradicating the threat for good.

Meanwhile, the peace faction had already been scared out of their wits by the percentage health loss from "Divine Gift: Permanent Poisoning" and the soul-shattering finality of "Divine Gift: Sealed Resurrection."

The former meant an incurable, slow death and being crushed by a superior foe, while the latter cut off all possibility of Resurrection. Combined, they were completely irresistible. Surrender was the only way to survive.

The already loosely-formed alliance was now on the verge of an unprecedented schism.

Some secretly activated encrypted channels to contact major Player Alliances in the Hua Country’s domain, like "Noxus" and "Demacia." They humbly expressed their desire to surrender, even offering detailed attack plans of the Global Alliance Army, all in exchange for a "Life-Saving Talisman."

Others were frantically gathering Lord Players, even going so far as to forcibly draft all low-tier players into a "Traitor Intercept Team," preparing to hunt down and eliminate the peace faction members who had betrayed them all.

Still others took a wait-and-see approach. They perfunctorily went along with the war hawks’ mobilization orders while secretly maintaining contact with the Hua Country alliances, trying to wait until the situation became clearer before making a decision, hoping to curry favor with both sides.

At the same time, news of the chaotic schism within the Global Alliance Army and Qin Feng’s heaven-shattering achievements flooded into the intelligence hubs of Hua Country’s major Player Alliances like a tidal wave, transmitted through a globe-spanning network of spies.

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