Although Chang Wei's order permission was issued late, fortunately it was finally issued.

The "Griffin", which tracked and monitored Ellie's whereabouts throughout the process, immediately dispatched a ghost combat team to carry out the mission.

During the operation, they happened to meet Joel, the elderly father who had come to save his daughter. So, after obtaining approval from their superiors, they followed Chang Wei's orders and offered him a friendly "come aboard." The guards who came to stop them were acting contrary to their mission, so...don't blame them for being rude.

Afterwards, Joel lay in the medical cabin of the Griffin for treatment, while Ellie was taken to a professional medical laboratory to extract and study antibodies against the Primarch virus.

Eight hours later, the genetic antidote for the virus was successfully developed and, with Chang Wei's authorization, it began to be distributed globally.

Because the gene antidote takes time to reverse the protein molecules, it will not be effective immediately on the zombies and mutants on the planet. Instead, the time it takes to disappear will vary depending on the number and complexity of the mutant virus's gene chains.

According to estimates, it will take about 3 to 7 days for the virus to completely disappear. By then, the biochemical crisis on this planet will be completely over!

But nature is amazing! Any species, including viruses, has a strong desire to survive and reproduce or multiply.

Countless zombies and mutant creatures, as if knowing their end was approaching, all roared to the sky at the same moment and began to riot!

Originally scattered, they seemed to be connected by some collective consciousness. They continued to gather together, gradually forming an endless and terrifying tide of corpses.

Like a foul-smelling black ocean, they surged towards major survivor bases and shelters around the world, driven by a force that urged them to infect all infectious life, allowing the virus in their bodies to continue to thrive.

Suddenly, the surging tide of zombies instantly devastated countless expedition teams searching for supplies. Surrounded and captured, they committed suicide in despair. Their fresh flesh was torn apart by the zombies, their teeth gnawing at their skin, causing them to scream in terror.

The cats that had managed to escape reported all this. This instantly sent a chill down the spines of the cats in the survivor base and shelter. It was as if the sky was falling, and the end of civilization was imminent!

"It's over! It's all over! The world is going to end! After 42 years of struggling and struggling to survive, the curtain is finally coming to an end!"

While some people fell into despair, others naturally clung to hope. Countless cat people were organized, and regardless of gender, age or age, all began to be equipped with weapons and guns.

Boxes of perfectly maintained brass bullets were also unloaded from the storage vault. Normally, the price of one of these well-maintained bullets would be enough to buy a month's worth of cat food for an average cat. But now, every soldier was being issued ten free bullets, ready to fight the incoming zombie horde? It was unimaginable!

Many people were so frightened that their legs were shaking, and their hands holding the guns were a little unsteady.

The zombie tide was advancing very quickly, and a large number of private bases and lone ranger safe houses had been submerged by the zombie tide. They were either eaten by the zombies or scared out of their wits and all fled to the nearest large base.

All the major survivor bases welcomed this group of cats and gathered together, ready to fight a decisive battle with the zombie tide!

Fear, despair, prayers, pleas, and an atmosphere of determination filled every stronghold, as if they were waiting for the end to come!

But even so, there are still many cats who stand up, display their personal charm, and constantly boost the low morale.

As they say, "There are no gods descending from the sky, only mortals who stand up! Instead of making useless prayers, it is better to pick up weapons and fight to the end! We may be destroyed by the zombie tide, but! Not today!"

The appearance of the zombie tide immediately attracted Chang Wei's attention, and also made Chang Wei see the courage and determination of countless cat people, as well as those...exciting shouts!

Chang Wei knew he couldn't wait any longer. Every delay would mean more cats would be eaten. By the time the virus antidote took effect, those large survivor bases would have been overrun by the zombie horde.

This was definitely not what he expected to see! Especially after witnessing the cats' flesh-and-blood speeches, rich emotions, and sacrifices, he was even more certain that they were worth saving!

So Chang Wei asked Matt Horner.

"Matt, what warships are available for us to dispatch now?"

Matt Horner replied, "Sir, in addition to some warships and their crews currently carrying out production and rescue missions for the Wang Star people, the warships we can currently dispatch include the Griffin, the Hyperion, the Glorious Queen-class battleship, and the Dimensional Spear."

Chang Wei thought about it and decided it was time to find some work for those Astartes who loved killing aliens. He also wanted to test the special rescue capabilities of the Vanguard Titan Mobile Team, as well as the performance of large ground mechanized units like the Thor in coordinated operations with the Land Corps.

If it really can't be stopped, aren't there still fusion strikes and "Who's Calling the Fleet" on the way?

Come on! End it all! It's time to show what a true dimensionality reduction attack is!