Human Brain Farm-Chapter 498 - 483: The Real Final Battle

"His Dharma Artifact sponsorship??"

At this moment, Xin Tu next to him spoke helplessly, "Where would such a good thing exist? He's blatantly charging us; that unscrupulous capitalist is even exploiting us, the ones on the front line."

Hongjun was so furious he was speechless, "This person, with such malicious intent! Even the heroic laborers fighting for him are being exploited! Generally, as the leader, shouldn't you distribute the weapons? But he charges the subordinates instead, committing every possible evil!"

The other side demands a fee.

They want their accumulated heavenly materials and earthly treasures, their energy reserves.

And these things, gathered extensively over tens of thousands of years in preparation for war, can support them through extremely long and full-scale battles.

But no matter how much wealth is accumulated, drawing cards is a bottomless pit.

During that period in "World," they already understood this point.

If they were to spend everything on drawing cards here, they would end up with an array of powerful Celestial Dao Magical Treasures but lacking sustained combat capability, falling after a single burst.

This is exchanging stamina for combat power.

But one can't just draw a few times, hoping to get some powerful Magical Treasures and start fighting... because it's so random; you can't just get what you want without killing.

Unless you're extremely lucky and get powerful Magical Treasures in just a few tries.

"This doesn't seem possible, and that doesn't either. So do we really have to face them head-on?" Hongjun said, "Are we to battle the most evil, malicious, greedy, shameless big capitalist god in this universe?"

"Unyielding to persuasion, this is our only option." Zhang Bairen said helplessly, "In this battle, we must restore a clear and bright universe! We cannot allow the world to be tainted by money and the realm of capital!"

"I want to kill that tea-serving guy!!"

Xin Tu was even more straightforward, declaring his combat intention.

After all, that bastard had been watching from the side and wouldn't fall into the trap, and they really had no way to deal with him.

The kind of person they're facing simply disgusts them to the core.

"If we can't ambush, we should confront them head-on. Our battle strength is overwhelming... there's nothing to fear."

At this point, Guanshiyin spoke, expressing her combat intention straightforwardly. She believed that they should have initiated combat long ago; they could easily crush and finish it, so what's the point of setting up formations?

Hongjun felt utterly helpless in his heart.

So, previously, his acting and mutual fighting with them were just a joke?

After doing so much, it ended up as a farce.

Hongjun found it somewhat disgraceful.

But there's nothing else he could do. In the midst of fighting alongside the others, he suddenly stopped his actions. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Hongjun shouted loudly, "Folks, I plead with you one more time! Why must you ally with Zhenyuanzi? Join my side, and I will offer the same conditions. I will not betray you again."

The saints were stunned, suddenly understanding in their hearts.

This Hongjun still has a thin skin, actually asking everyone to give him a way out.

Touched by his "noble virtues," they joined him to unite. Otherwise, they wouldn't have joined them from the start and made such an awkward performance from the sidelines.

"I see!"

Everyone nodded, immediately pledging allegiance, "Then, we will follow our lord to defeat Zhenyuanzi."

Immediately.

The camp shifted around.

Zhu Zhengwei stood alone against all the others in the enemy camp.

"What are you all doing?"

Zhu Zhengwei, still sipping tea on the side, was astounded.

Indeed, he wasn't aware that the saints had already allied, nor that this was a trap... But the current scene was indeed too bizarre.

"Hongjun, could it be that you just used some Demon Skill?" Zhu Zhengwei, no longer leisurely, became solemn and coldly replied, "You really harbored ulterior motives from the beginning."

"How could it be a Demon Skill?"

Hongjun replied calmly, "I did not harbor ulterior motives. My character is upright; of course, my virtues subdued them. How could anyone possibly side with you, the most wicked capitalist and evil existence in the universe?"

Zhu Zhengwei: "....."

This guy, does he have such a strong learning ability?

My exclusive skills, the special taunt techniques of moral coercion and blatant lies, were learned in such a similar manner by him?

And now he's using it to mock me?

But Zhu Zhengwei was not angry either.

After a while, Zhu Zhengwei mused, "All along, I have been learning from others, learning capital techniques from Li Shimin, learning theft of Daoist Palaces from the Female Saint.... All the strong are my teachers, but I never realized that unconsciously, I have stood at the pinnacle of the universe, feared by everyone, learning my skills, taking me as the target to defeat."

Hongjun sneered but no longer hid, "What skills do you have that are worth learning? It's merely your malicious taunts of shameless audacity, turned back to taunt you."

Indeed, he did use some Demon Skill.

But it was not during the battle just now, secretly using mind control on everyone; he wasn't that heaven-defying to instantly control all the enemies...

His Demon Skill was naturally implemented secretly throughout the tens of thousands of years they had been here.

In reality, their two forces, the Saints and Hongjun, entered this dream cosmos battlefield tens of thousands of years before Zhu Zhengwei; how could there have been no conflicts throughout?

Both sides' camps had already engaged in countless fierce battles long before Zhu Zhengwei entered!

Ultimately.

Hongjun achieved victory.

He systematically defeated the allied forces of the Saints, turning them into captives before bringing his captured expanding forces to welcome Zhenyuanzi.

It was just that simple, also naturally expected.

The people before them, as losers, though their minds were controlled, retained their prior levels of intelligence and talent... It's an exceedingly advanced power, indistinguishable even to Zhu Zhengwei.

Even now, with Zhu Zhengwei unable to comprehend what transpired, he simply said, "Anyway, they allied with you? Right?"

Zhu Zhengwei showed a hint of coldness, "Now, when I think back, earlier when you were all dancing over there, was it a ploy to lure me over, some sort of array?"

Hongjun sneered, "I convinced them with my character, not winning them over at the start. If you hadn't kept drinking tea without acting, how could I have had the chance to exchange virtues with them in battle and have them side with me now?"

"Hehehe."

Zhu Zhengwei watched this old rogue, imitating his manner of speaking, "I almost fell for your trap... Do you think, by learning this way to mock me and shake my Dao Heart, that I would get angry?"

He glanced around, looking at the Saints and Hongjun, "So, let's stop beating around the bush. The whole world is under your control now, let's all go."

Hongjun also added, "Indeed, the flashy tricks are no longer useful, we've played out our strategies to the end, essentially ineffective... So let's have the final real clash of hard power, to see the extent of accumulation on both sides."

"I am not like you, someone who only knows petty tactics and laziness; my hard power is actually..." Hongjun's voice trailed off, and his expression turned numb.

Because before him, Zhu Zhengwei held the Creation Staff, with endless light and heat, material shock waves, accompanied by countless data information of the universe, gushing forth.

"Who said I lack hard power?" Zhu Zhengwei's figure towered ten thousand feet tall, with an overwhelming presence, showing a trace of disinterest, "I've always hidden away, madly developing in the shadows, just to accumulate my hard power!"

Seeing this scene, Hongjun was shocked and enraged. This guy had been concealing himself in the shadows, going mad accumulating trump cards, and now he's unexpectedly formidable to this extent.