Apocalypse Gachapon Chapter 1891: A pot

The warmth emanating from the campfire brought a soothing comfort, with some individuals boldly extending their hands straight into the flames; such mild heat posed no danger to elite evolved beings.

Ye Zhongming, alongside White Robe, Ji Ruiguang, and He, gathered in a circle, chewing on their meal as they murmured quietly.

The battle... never erupted.

The Taros Red Dwarves weren't genuinely terrified of White Robe, yet in that instant, every recorder revealed a swarm of green markers popping up nearby.

Forget about Ye Zhongming's crew—even the Taros Red Dwarves themselves felt dread.

The first group worried that rivals sought to eliminate these elite Novices, whereas the dwarves dreaded turning into plump targets for looting amid the chaotic, lawless Novice zone.

Don't assume the Taros Red Dwarves' prowess in forging gear made them invincible to challenges. Within the Novice battlefield, survival boiled down to sheer fortune.

All scattered in haste without hesitation.

"How long will this last?"

"Twenty-two minutes remaining." Ji Ruiguang's condition had improved substantially, leaving him mostly recovered. He couldn't help but inwardly praise the remedies crafted by the Changxu Water Race; their utility proved exceptionally potent.

This gadget had been looted by Ji Ruiguang from a mature warrior he'd slain previously. As a one-time use item, it temporarily disrupted all signal transmissions for a solid forty minutes.

Such a tool afforded Ye Zhongming and his allies more than thirty minutes to catch their breath.

They seized this interval to regain portions of their battle readiness, fine-tune their mindset, and brainstorm defensive strategies.

"Next, what are your intentions?"

At present, both Novices and the cosmic races' descending warriors utilized the identical recorder interface, rendering the displayed data uniform across users.

Ye Zhongming maintained his lead position among Novices, his score dramatically outpacing the second-place holder. This stemmed from the 2000 base points awarded for dispatching a sky-descended mature warrior, with additional proportional allocation of the victim's accumulated points to the victor.

Gaining massive point hauls proved exceedingly tough. These warriors typically arrived in trios and resisted elimination fiercely. Post-descent, they acted as predators rather than victims. Thus, Ye Zhongming's unconventional approach yielded immense gains.

He and Ji Ruiguang also secured impressive rankings; they had claimed lives as well.

In the overall standings, encompassing all races, the Star-Eye Clan now dominated the top.

This was due to White Robe amassing six thousand points personally!

That signified he'd eliminated three warriors.

Even while curbing his power, this figure remained formidably fierce.

He'd soloed three foes! Though he downplayed it casually, the peril echoed clearly in his words.

Regarding the other two Star-Eye Clan members, one entry had faded to dimness, obviously deceased, while the remaining one lingered in offline status with no points...

Confronted by White Robe's inquiry, Ye Zhongming pondered uncertainly on a reply.

Deep down, he believed responding or not made little difference, for once the signal jammer expired in twenty minutes, hunters would inevitably track him. Combat loomed unavoidable, like it or not.

"The clash can't be avoided. What I'm asking is, have you devised a battle approach?"

Ye Zhongming paused before replying, "Engage while relocating."

His red-name tag would betray his location, yet conversely, these warriors appeared prominently too, their live positions tracked in real-time—unlike red-named Novices, whose spots updated merely hourly.

The sole concern gripping Ye Zhongming presently involved sky-descended warriors disrupting him. With lopsided intel on positions, perhaps shifting and striking offered the optimal tactic.

After all, bolstered by White Robe, plus support from He, Ji Ruiguang, and select Novices boasting solid fighting skills, facing a trio not overly formidable didn't intimidate them much.

Within Cloud Peak King's mind, his Novice team could likely tackle two warriors, while White Robe... ought to manage a pair himself. Thus, the collective force could confront four adversaries, and barring rotten luck, they might skirmish on the move right up to the Novice battlefield's conclusion.

Yet White Robe outright dismissed this notion.

"Far too many foes crave our demise. If caught in a bind, escape becomes improbable."

"That's beyond our control. We'll just battle hard and dash away fast."

Ye Zhongming saw no superior alternative to this strategy.

White Robe, lacking appetite, merely sipped some water. He fixed his gaze on the dancing fire for a solid two minutes prior to declaring, "Maybe we could pull off something grand."

Ji Ruiguang, eavesdropping close by, sensed a twinge in his gut.

He perceived that, in certain ways, Ye Zhongming and White Robe shared traits; both came across as quirky sorts. Though Ye Zhongming stayed composed today, this one appeared bent on courting peril for profit.

True enough, upon grasping White Robe's suggestion, Ji Ruiguang fell silent, unwilling to comment further.

The Silver Order Leader's scheme, in earthly lingo, equated to raiding the bandit lair.

Essentially, pick a spot, hunker down, broadcast our presence to all, and await their arrival. At face value, this smacked of pure recklessness. Still, one remark from White Robe chipped away at Ye Zhongming's doubts.

He noted, We aren't solely beset by adversaries; allies exist too.

Though adversaries outnumber them.

Foes will swarm, yet comrades shall join as well.

White Robe gestured toward Ji Ruiguang's team members and added, "These folks, most qualify as groomed fighters. Their factions will surely seek them out; they form innate partners. And this Changxu Water Race female—her kin will rush here too. From what I've gathered, the trio your kind dispatched ranks highly capable, isn't that so, lady?"

To this mildly rude query, He betrayed no irritation, merely affirming with a nod: "Indeed, the Changxu Water Race numbers few. Only three possess the liberty to descend here."

"Three of them, combined with her, unleashing four water chains upon me—then I... heh." White Robe trailed off, yet the implication rang clear to all, something along the lines of 'I could take on five.'

"Moreover, the tangled alliances across the universe's countless races surpass your wildest thoughts. Certain unrelated parties might back us for their own motives. Thus, this stands as the prime strategy."

White Robe proclaimed with firm assurance.

Ye Zhongming, He, and Ji Ruiguang traded looks. Though doubts lingered, they started warming to the idea of wagering on it once.

"Naturally, executing it plainly would seem too rough. Prior to claiming the stronghold, we must recruit additional aides to fortify our base."

The Silver Order Leader's tone flowed calm and unhurried.

"Even lunatics attract companions."