The Cannon Fodder in the Global Apocalypse Game lives a leisurely life
Chapter 161: Summoning Water Shenlong

Chapter 161: Summoning Water Shenlong

The announcement was made globally, and players from different mountains were asking those no. 27 peeps who had been spitting their eulogies awhile ago about what happened.

[Brother Niu]: Oi, you guys, we’ve bonded for half an hour. At least we’re considered comrades in suffering. Share some secrets on how you ended the disaster!

[Beef Noodles]: These no. 27 peeps always get the good end of the stick! Are they playing a different game? I’m filing a complaint! This is so unfair.

More players were asking the same question as those above.

But it was as if the mute button had been pressed, and those people were all silent right now. They couldn’t even muster an ounce of celebratory mood with their luck-gotten rewards.

Well, you can’t blame them.

Who could stay sane and calm in the sight of something that only existed in myths?

A giant dragon made of water particles hovered above the sky in a mass of clouds, circling and breathing a gushing waterfall of water as if it were watering its garden.

The water was too much, and the low-lying areas were flooded. Thankfully, the barrier prevented the water from entering their territory; otherwise, they would be swept along with the tide.

Players saw monsters, trees, and large rocks in the waves as they passed along their area. Their hearts skipped a beat.

All who witnessed such a historical moment had the same expression: "Are they dreaming?

"Roar." A single bellow, and yet the hearts of everyone who listened, including those hidden in their lairs, were shaken to the core.

Even the hidden boss in retreat, Ice-mutant Silver-Back Raptor, was afraid, and those beyond the barrier, Tier 2 monsters and above, were no exception.

They fled and hid in their dens and holes, burrowing their heads in between their arms, crying, "Mommy! Why is this ancestor of ancestors here?"

But the ones who had the worst expression of all were those on top of the mountain.

[Barrier Countdown: 99:98]

[Please prepare food offerings to extend the duration.]

Because the pressure was so heavy, the livestock fainted on the spot.

Siri trembled and had everyone evacuate inside. "Find cover."

Elga, Little Mantou, and Little Ginseng scurried into the main residence, finding the human fortress.

And Li Chunhua: "Huh, this intermediate spell can only make a four-meter water dragon. Why did it become so big? Could I have used the wrong incantation?"

Then she resaid the same phrase twice, and the sky turned darker further, and one more dragon emerged, increasing the height of the flood.

The two suns at this point were nowhere to be seen, as if they had been swallowed by these two, and rain poured down. The scorching temperature dispersed in an instant.

"Roar."

(⊙_⊙;)

"Ohhh." Li Chunhua finally stopped rapping after getting the answer.

Master, what kind of spell is this? How come it mutated in her hands? Li Chunhua stared at her trembling hands.

Long Haoran’s expression had cracks: (￣_￣|||) It’s official. This woman is not from their world. He refused to believe that it was done by an Earthling.

The dragon summoner turned around and blinked in surprise after seeing the man split into two. "Chef Long, when did you become two?"

Then, after she asked that, she swayed to the side with her eyelids closing, feeling a headache. It dawn to her that it was her mind playing tricks. "I want to...sleep."

Long Haoran was alarmed, jumped out of the window, and caught her in time. He had her head rested on his chest while he checked her breath, and when he felt the warm air under her nostrils, he was relieved.

He hurriedly carried her inside.

With her fainting, the two dragons hovering above vanished, relieving everyone’s heart.

Siri rushed towards the main residence and spotted Long Haoran carrying his unconscious master. The elf opened the door and helped Long Haoran attend to Li Chunhua.

"What happened to Master?"

Long Haoran explained the matter of a certain someone summoning a dragon. Oh, wait, two dragons.

Siri:(＃°Д°) It’s Master’s doing?

Li Chunhua, in her unconscious state, couldn’t hear the numerous beeping sounds.

[Congratulations for surviving the first weekly disaster!]

[Your territory survived the disaster without a single casualty. You’ve earned 500 survival points.]

[Your territory buildings suffered no damage. You’ve earned 500 survival points.]

[Your territory’s resources...]

[Your territory ranking in the event is No. 1. An exclusive title will be rewarded to the landowner, and a buff of 5% in all stats for the duration of a week will be bestowed on the official residents of the territory.]

The probationary residents, Long Haoran, and Elga couldn’t have this buff as it was only available to Siri and Little Mantou, the official residents.

This was the reason why every refugee player and displaced native in the novel strived hard to accumulate enough resident points to gain official status.

"Master!"

"Ji ji ji!" (How is Master?]

"Good old witch, how is she?"

The three foodies saw Li Chunhua sleeping in the great chef’s arms and surrounded Long Haoran.

This marks the end of the First Disaster Day for no. 27 peeps, 7 hours earlier than the allotted time, and a day that they will never forget and one they labeled and dragon ball Z.

But who’s the one who summoned Water Shenlong?

No ones knows except for those on top.

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At around five in the afternoon, the disaster day finally ended, and the players who survived each had three bronze chests and 100 Earth points. A ranking board emerged in the sky, announcing the top one hundred territories with the highest survival points, and the number one was miles ahead of the second.

1. Salted Fish Territory (no. 27): 10580

2. Riveting Winds (no. 145): 890

3. Celestial Palace (no. 67): 789

4. Soaring Heaven Sect (no. 456): 702

5.Falcon Squad...

6. Sun-blazing Fists...

The players sucked in a mouthful of cold air when they saw No. 1’s survival points and discussion about it filled the chat wondering who was the owner and how much prosperous it was for it to have a score of more than 10000.

Sun Qinghe also saw this, and he was filled with anger. He kicked the table and called his subordinates.

"Have someone gather information on this salted fish territory."

"Yes boss."

The salted fish was enveloped in gloom for the rest of the night as the elf, the fox, the pixie, and the ginseng gathered inside the main residence’s bedroom, watching over someone.

Li Chunhua had not yet awakened, and even when it’s already dinner time, which was quite odd since she never misses a meal.

Long Haoran leaned against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest, staring at the sleeping woman.

’I want to sleep.’ This sentence keeps repeating in his head all over again, and somehow he felt uncomfortable.

For the rest of the night, they stayed until it was was 5 a.m. Siri had the three foodies transfer in the huts after making sure Li Chunhua’s was not suffering any threats.

Long Haoran went to prepare meals and in the midst he was distracted.

When morning came, Li Chunhua was woken up by her stomach rumbling with hunger as if she could eat several cows.

"I’m hungry."

Oh right...what time is it now?

Li Chunhua walked towards the window.