Abyss Summoner-Chapter 300 - 295: Declaration of War

This is a strange plane. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Towering giant trees over twenty meters high, floating mountains scattered across the sky, dense rainforests filled with exotic, colorful plants, with various flora and fauna glowing at night, like a garden of fantasy dreams.

It's like the devils living in a sea of blood.

Humans live in the steel jungle.

And in this beautiful environment, there also live some indigenous residents.

Gazing at the body lying in the pool of blood, Chen Feng's eyes were deep, evidently pondering something. The opponent's feet were large and covered with calluses, clearly accustomed to the jungle's environment, even without needing shoes, they could move freely around here.

Their skin was gray, making it difficult to spot them with the naked eye in the dark. Their necks were long, appearing somewhat disproportionate from a human perspective, but their noses were large, resembling a lion's nose, perhaps enhancing their sense of smell.

Besides, there was a weapon next to him, a [spear], with a wooden handle and a polished stone tip.

Chen Feng picked up the spear, gently tossing it to the ground, the hard earth was pierced through as if it were tofu.

Very sharp!

Chen Feng's pupils contracted into a thin line.

Jungle warfare is different from combat on flat terrain.

As natives living here, these [people] evidently possessed stronger innate advantages. But the question remains, what was their purpose for coming here, just looking around, or scouting?

Chen Feng's ear twitched slightly, his gaze sharply turned to the side.

He heard a faint noise.

Barely noticeable.

But clearly the sound of weeds brushing against the ground.

A whip lashed out, flames tearing through the dark night, followed by a scream, and a living native was bound directly in front of Chen Feng.

"*&..."

This was a living native, clearly with a gunshot wound on his right leg, preventing him from getting far. The other spoke some native language, but the exact words were inaudible.

Interrogation?

Chen Feng, with the Demon Horn, indeed had the perception ability to interrogate and gain some information.

However, the efficiency was too slow; no one knew whether what the native was saying was true. To Chen Feng, he had a better method.

The Undead Mage appeared in the center of the crowd.

Familiar with Chen Feng's summoner abilities, the surrounding warriors showed no differing expressions; some were curious to look under the cloak at the skeletal face.

"Begin."

With Chen Feng's command, the Undead Mage raised the staff, and piercing it through the native's neck the next second.

The Bone Staff instantly pierced through the native's neck, accompanied by a crunching sound, foul blood sprayed out as the native's body slumped to the ground, the face still retaining traces of fear of the surroundings and a desire for life.

Faced with this scene.

Chen Feng stood expressionless on the ground, as if a mouse or an insect had died before him, sparking no discomfort at all.

He adheres to the forest law.

The vast plane is a shady jungle where too many hunters reside. Just like in human realms, when discovered by insects and monsters, they react first, most humans were killed; here, the roles of Chen Feng and the natives are similar.

Unknown creatures are Hell, eternal threats, any existence posing a danger should be explored, and if necessary, slain without hesitation.

Through the ages, no force has won a battlefield relying on [kindness]; to win a war, to gain the upper hand, one relies on slaughter and conquest.

This is very cruel.

But this is reality.

Though he could summon the Demon Horn to communicate, Chen Feng didn't trust his ears; he trusted only his eyes.

"Ooooh..."

Not long after, a painful howl emanated from the native's body, sharp and hoarse, some warriors couldn't endure the noise and covered their ears.

A ghost emerged.

The Undead Mage, mastering wonderful black magic, in a moment forged a living life into a ghost.

Having died too tragically, the ghost was born with traits of curses and resentment, glaring viciously at everyone, giving the illusion it would pounce at any second.

"Bang!"

A soft sound.

The ghost suddenly exploded in the next moment, followed by fragments of memories replaying, the surrounding people looked as if watching a silent movie, displaying astonishment on their faces.

Through detonating souls to explore the opponent's memories, this is a technique adeptly used by the Undead Mage.

However, these memories are merely fragments, and many images flash by quickly. At this moment, Chen Feng stands attentively aside, carefully watching everything before him.

Useful fragments have been sifted out.

A swamp.

A group of peculiar-looking Natives.

They crouch on the ground, as if waiting for something. After a while, two Warriors come over, responsible for routine patrols. Unfortunately, they walk into an ambush, the Natives appear, and a javelin pierces through the Warrior's chest, leaving no time for a cry for help, as they're directly dragged into the depths of the forest.

Several days pass.

Besides those who died in battle, some Warriors mysteriously disappeared. Clearly, they have encountered misfortune.

Chen Feng's eyes flash with a hint of cold light.

Memories shift again: a tribal stronghold where hundreds of peculiar-looking Natives live, they smear some mud on their faces. At the forefront is an elderly man, age deeply advanced, face wrinkled like tree bark.

These people wear quite vivid attire, like they are worshiping something. The Warrior's image appears once more, but now he is somewhat bloodied and ragged, having clearly suffered beatings and torture.

In the final image, the elderly Native uses a knife to slit the Warrior's throat, the blood flows abundantly onto the ground, while the surrounding crowd raises their arms, appearing exceedingly excited and frenzied.

At this point, the images end.

The atmosphere is heavy, some Warriors even clench their fists, they too saw the images just now.

Companions who arrived together were cruelly murdered by this group, no one knows what kind of fear and torture their companions faced at the last moment.

Chen Feng furrows his brow slightly, recalling everything he just saw.

Through memories, he discovers that the opponent's camp environment is filthy; in some views, there's even a vast patch of excrement on the ground, men, women, and children barefoot tread upon it, their faces showing no discomfort whatsoever. Besides, the houses are very low, like heaps of weeds and trees, yet the outer fences are quite sturdy, all comprised of thick logs, even enormous beasts cannot directly break through.

These images give an impression of desolation.

Like a primitive tribe, without any formal civilization being born.

Chaos, slaughter, filth.

Everything here is so primitive and desolate.

But none of this is what Chen Feng cares about; what he is concerned with is the opponent's attitude, his soldiers have been killed and the culprits are these strange Natives.

They seem to be worshiping something; there's a detail where the elder Native, while cutting the Warrior's neck, chants words, and behind him stands a rampant, fierce statue. However, all of this is too obscure for Chen Feng to clearly see.

The true purpose of these Natives is no longer important.

What matters is, they have provoked Chen Feng.

Warriors captured and senselessly tortured and killed, to Chen Feng this is undoubtedly a declaration of war.

Chen Feng will not sit idly by, nor does he plan to give these Natives another chance to strike, to nip potential threats in the bud is his life's principle.

Chen Feng condenses a Flame Longsword in his hand, raises it high, first surveilling the Warriors around him, then loudly exclaims, "Our companions were murdered, this is simply a provocation!"

"Do you accept this fact with cowardice, or follow me to raze the opponent's camp and avenge our deceased companions?"

Waves of intense voices strike the hearts of the Warriors.

Everyone is flushed, even the blood vessels in their eyes are visible, after a series of battles, they have transformed. No longer are they the timid ordinary people, but true Warriors who dare to fight monsters, dare to engage in combat with insects, dare to chop off zombie heads with bare hands.

Blade, weapon, professionals, Magic Crystal Cannon.

With this advantage, how could these people possibly swallow this grievance? Without hesitation, everyone raises their arms, almost simultaneously, shouting: "Revenge!"

"Revenge!"

"Revenge!"

Terror and murderous intent emerge from the Warriors. At this moment, even the surrounding forest fills with a strong air of killing intent. Some beasts feel this and flee in panic.

Chen Feng lowers the Longsword in his hand, his face nearly resembling a stone, terrifyingly grim.

People need to hold their destinies in their own hands, facing war is no different. He needs to stay here for some time. Accepting reality without resistance may embolden the other side.

Revenge!

Like the previous beasts, any enemy posing a danger to oneself should be exterminated.

Furthermore, Chen Feng has other plans.

These people have robust physiques, their strength evidently far exceeds that of ordinary humans. Now the Economic Development Zone and East Bridge are being rebuilt, manpower is needed everywhere. If he can capture these Natives, it could undoubtedly speed up the construction.

Moreover, regarding such captives, there's no need to discuss human rights. Their value lies solely in labor!

Revenge begins!

Beyond fruits and minerals, to Chen Feng, these human populations are equally vital resources.