Chapter 1666: Chapter 61 Gathering of Stars_2

There’s no denying it — Elizabeth, born into the royal family, exuded the aura of a princess. Her peerless beauty made her shine like a rare jewel, radiant and dazzling.

“Mirene, how many times do I have to tell you? Call me ‘Uncle’!” Lu Fan shot a glare at the Nightmare Loli, pouting and grumbling.

“I won’t! I’ll call you ‘Brother,’ Brother!” Mirene clung to Tang Zheng’s arm, shouting it over ten times, clearly determined to rile Lu Fan up.

These two precocious genius lolis had been at odds since their very first meeting.

“Mirene? Isn’t that the Nightmare Loli? A Seed candidate?” Someone figured it out and exclaimed, immediately drawing everyone’s attention to her as they gave her a once-over.

“Haha, your intel is outdated! Mirene has already reached Hero Tier Four and officially become a Seed. Her Ability is practically unbeatable,” a European boasted.

That statement made the Americans’ eyelids twitch as they shot a glance over.

“Keep staring, and I’ll gouge your eyes out!” Mirene pulled a fierce expression.

“Mirene, is this how I taught you?” Elizabeth’s voice was calm, but the authority it emanated made Mirene shiver and promptly adopt a ladylike posture.

“Who is this woman?” Zhang Anyuan asked, startled and perplexed that Elizabeth could stabilize Mirene.

“You idiot! Use your knees to think — she’s the Blade Empress! Who else in the European region has that queenly demeanor?”

“Another Seed?” Some less resolute individuals were already feeling despair; with so many powerhouses gathered, there seemed no room left for them.

“Your level’s growing pretty fast.” Lu Fan was initially thrilled to obtain Fiery Stardust, but upon hearing Mirene had reached Hero Tier Four, his enthusiasm waned.

“You can’t compare yourself to her. Her sister is one of the Seeds. Before Tang Zheng even entered the Game, Elizabeth had already made a huge name for herself. Getting rare Spoils of War for her little sister is practically child’s play for her,” Jiang Xiuming consoled Lu Fan while tacitly reminding the group members of Mirene’s formidable strength, cautioning them not to provoke her lightly.

Jiang Xiuming glanced at Mu Nianqi, noticing that ever since Elizabeth appeared, their queen seemed to radiate barely contained rage.

The Earl Qian Nian naturally favored Elizabeth and her sister, given their European ties. Without such support, the sisters wouldn’t have grown so rapidly.

“Mu Nianqi, we meet again!” Elizabeth looked at Mu Nianqi, her expression indifferent. “Your strength has improved quite a bit, but alas, you’re still no match for me.”

The Europeans laughed, but as Elizabeth turned to glance at them with her icy gaze, they instantly swallowed their laughter like ducks whose throats had been clenched.

“Whether I’m no match for you isn’t up to your words — that’s something we’ll decide by fighting.” Mu Nianqi was eager to try, her domineering stance leaving everyone astonished.

“That Warhammer Squad—damn lunatics!” A bushy-bearded man muttered.

“Tang Zheng, how have you been lately?” Bingxu looked up at Tang Zheng, folded his newspaper, and tapped the bench beside him, motioning for Tang Zheng to sit.

From their very first encounter, Tang Zheng had left Bingxu with an excellent impression. The solitary figure sitting on that bench reminded the Broken Doll of his past self. After delving into Tang Zheng’s history, he’d only grown more appreciative.

“Well enough. How about you?” With Bingxu showing kindness, Tang Zheng naturally reciprocated with politeness.

“Be careful — it might be a trap!” Li Huiwen pulled Tang Zheng back.

“It’s fine!” Tang Zheng waved his hand and walked over without hesitation.

“Honestly, Tang Zheng’s courage is insane!” Zhang Anyuan was stunned.

Others agreed — facing a group of Americans clustered together, Tang Zheng was courting disaster if he became their target. His boldness was truly astonishing.

“Who’s that man?” Zhu Xiaolei asked, munching on a bag of chips as she sized up Bingxu.

“Bingxu.” Dantai offered a succinct answer, noticing some lingering confusion before adding Bingxu’s moniker: “Seed No. 2 — Broken Doll!”

“Holy crap! The guy ranked second in the Individual World Rankings?” someone exclaimed, regretting it almost immediately. They promptly fell silent but glanced nervously at Bingxu, only relaxing when they confirmed he wasn’t pursuing the comment.

“This is him in person? Doesn’t seem to match his reputation.”

“What did you expect? Three heads and six arms?”

Few had ever seen the world’s top powerhouses in person — their appearances were rare, their reputations larger than life. Even among the Americans present, many were meeting Bingxu for the first time.

On the bench, the two men seemed deep in conversation, laughing occasionally. Bingxu, it had to be said, carried himself with immense charm. His every gesture was infused with elegance, and his slightly magnetic voice seemed capable of guiding lost souls back to Heaven.

Of course, Tang Zheng wasn’t lacking in appeal either. His hardened features, forged through countless trials of blood and fire, exuded resilience and confidence. Coupled with the gentle smile tugging at his lips, he resembled a ray of warm winter sunlight, soothing to the heart.

“What’s the relationship between him and Tang Zheng?”

Zhu Xiaolei’s question echoed the curiosity of many.

“Probably friends,” Dantai offered, though he wasn’t entirely certain.

Suddenly, on the right side of the volcano’s crater, waves of dense teleportation light erupted. Three seconds later, over two hundred Eastern Europeans appeared, with Russians making up the majority.

These individuals clearly came straight from brutal combat, their bodies covered in smoke and blood, hardened by the trials of battle.

Catching sight of the Trojan Squad from the three major regions, the Russians tensed up, gripping their Weapons and staying on high alert.