PDLP Chapter 73 KPI? No, this is God's judgment on mortals!
Chapter 73 KPI? No, this is God's judgment on mortals!
When Lin Fan and Fang Qingxue appeared at the edge of the jungle, it was already dusk.
The crimson glow of the setting sun cast an ominous radiance over the silent Kukulkan Pyramid.
Ancient megaliths are stacked to form a staircase leading to the sky, covered with wind-eroded holes and tangled vines, silently telling a wild story forgotten by time.
Beneath the pyramid lies a vast plaza of massive stones.
On the plaza, hundreds of warriors from the Sun Eagle tribe were already lined up, waiting.
They were clad in animal skins, their faces painted with totems, and they gripped spears and battle axes crafted from obsidian and animal bones.
An atmosphere of grimness permeated the air between them.
In the eyes of each person burned a resolute determination to sacrifice life and glory.
At the very front of the formation stood an elderly man with a hunched back, his face etched with the wrinkles of time, and a staff adorned with feathers tightly gripped in his hand.
He was the high priest of the Sun Eagle tribe, and also the father of the indigenous chief that Lin Fan and his group had casually captured in the camp.
"A powerful being from the outside world..."
The high priest gazed at the two who strolled leisurely out of the forest, and the ancient Aztec language resonated directly in Lin Fan and Fang Qingxue's minds through his mental power.
His voice was old, yet it had a metallic quality.
"I have learned your purpose from the spiritual imprint left by my good-for-nothing son, and I have also glimpsed your terrifying power."
"However, I still want to advise you."
"This place is the resting place of my god Kukulkan, a forbidden zone where mortals are forbidden to tread!"
The high priest slammed his staff heavily on the ground, and an invisible ripple spread outwards.
"Our Sun Eagle tribe has guarded this place for generations! Our blood has long been mingled with this land, and our souls will dwell in the glory of our god!"
"Any intruder who dares to set foot in the square will face our fiercest wrath!"
"We will never retreat, not even to the death!"
As soon as he finished speaking, hundreds of tribal warriors behind him let out a deafening roar!
"roar--!"
That fierce fighting spirit, formed by countless wills converging and ready to die, soared into the sky and actually condensed into a blurry phantom of a giant eagle above their heads, letting out a silent shriek at Lin Fan and the other two.
The surrounding air instantly became viscous, as if even the light was distorted.
Fang Qingxue's expression turned serious.
She could clearly sense that the individual strength of these native warriors was at most equivalent to the internal strength level of Chinese martial arts.
But through some ancient sacrificial formation, they connected everyone's breath, spirit, and even life force into a terrifying whole.
The giant eagle, brimming with fighting spirit, exuded a pressure that was enough to plunge any Grandmaster of Internal Energy into a fierce battle, where a slight misstep could lead to their demise.
However, faced with this tragic and resolute scene, Lin Fan's face still showed that lazy expression of being indifferent to everything.
He even yawned and rubbed his eyes, seemingly oblivious to everyone around him.
"Finished?" he asked casually, picking at his ear.
High Priest: "..."
He had spent half his life brewing glory and resolve, and he had prepared a heart full of tragic words, but what he got in return was just a yawn and a casual question from the other party.
This feeling is even more frustrating than punching cotton; it's like having your lifelong dignity trampled on.
"Get out of the way if you're done talking." Lin Fan waved his hand impatiently. "I'm in a hurry to go in and sign in."
"Check-in?"
A huge question mark popped into the minds of the high priest and all the native warriors behind him.
What does that mean? Is it some kind of ancient ritual incantation?
"You won't get through here!" The high priest snapped out of his shock, trembling with rage as he roared.
"Really?" Lin Fan curled his lip, finally losing even the interest in pretending.
He turned his head and shouted into the dark rainforest behind him.
"Is everyone here? You're all moving at a snail's pace, so inefficient?"
The voice just fell.
"Boom!"
A rumbling sound, like muffled thunder, echoed from the depths of the earth!
Immediately afterwards, twelve dazzling golden streaks tore through the dark jungle sky and shot into the heavens!
That's not a meteorite.
Those are twelve suns descending upon the human world!
They traced majestic trajectories in the air before crashing heavily to the edge of the square!
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! ...
A series of deafening roars shook the entire square violently, and the hard stone ground cracked inch by inch!
Smoke and dust billowed into the sky, obscuring the view.
As the smoke and dust slowly dissipated.
Twelve figures, clad in golden holy robes and resembling deities, stood silently before all the indigenous warriors.
They did nothing; they just stood there.
But the terrifying aura emanating from them, known as "mini-universe," transformed into an invisible storm that instantly swept across the entire plaza!
That aura was fiery, powerful, majestic, and sacred!
The giant eagle phantom above the high priest's head, formed from the fighting spirit of hundreds of warriors, didn't even have time to utter a mournful cry before it shattered like a bubble in the sunlight before this divine pressure!
"puff--"
All the indigenous warriors were struck as if by a heavy blow, spitting out a mouthful of blood in unison, and their formation collapsed instantly.
Their pride in their fighting spirit, their generations-old courage, were as fragile as a sheet of paper before this absolute power, easily torn to shreds.
"This...this...is...God?"
The high priest looked at the twelve war gods bathed in golden light before him, his legs went weak, and the feathered staff in his hand fell to the ground with a "thud." He slumped down, his eyes filled with endless fear and confusion.
The soldiers behind him were completely disarmed, their weapons gone, and they collapsed to the ground, trembling.
At that moment, faith crumbled.
"teacher!"
Mu of Aries, leading the other eleven Gold Saints, quickly walked up to Lin Fan, knelt down on one knee in unison, and lowered their proud heads.
"I have come at your summons!"
His voice was loud and clear, filled with absolute loyalty and reverence.
Lin Fan nodded in satisfaction.
Indeed, the "pre-job training" these past few days has been remarkably effective; these unruly individuals have finally learned what workplace etiquette is all about.
"Get up, everyone." Lin Fan waved his hand casually.
He pointed to the group of natives across the way who were already terrified.
"See those guys blocking the way up ahead?"
"I see, sir," Mu replied respectfully.
"I'll set a KPI for you guys." Lin Fan held up one finger.
"One minute."
"Get them all out of this square within one minute."
"Remember, just knock them out or cripple them, don't kill them."
Lin Fan yawned again and added slowly, "After all, we are civilized people who came here for tourism. If we cause a bloodbath, it will ruin our mood."
"Do you understand?"
When the twelve Gold Saints heard the still unfamiliar but impressive term "KPI," and then heard Lin Fan's casual command, their expressions became somewhat strange.
One minute?
Still can't kill him?
Sir, are you questioning the professional competence of our Gold Saints?
It takes a minute to deal with these mortals who don't even have a sixth sense?
Ten seconds is an insult to our speed!
"Sir, please rest assured!"
Leo Aiolia, known for his fiery temper, was the first to step forward. He patted his golden Cloth on his chest and loudly declared, "Thirty seconds! No! Ten seconds! If there's still anyone standing here within ten seconds, I'll eat this Leo Cloth right here and now!"
Before he could even finish speaking, he didn't wait for Lin Fan to reply.
He transformed into a golden lightning bolt that tore through space, and charged out violently!
"Take this, mortal!"
"Plasma Light Speed Fist!"