Amidst the swirling dust, a burly man leaned out of the lead SUV, holding a megaphone in his hand.
"Flameheart! We're from the Dragon Soaring Base! That monstrous thing in the sky is doing something inhuman, trying to kill us one by one!"
No way! Helping Yanxin today is helping ourselves! If there's anything we need to do, just say the word!
Immediately following, another convoy shouted: "Starlight Base, coming to provide support!"
"Sharp Edge Base..."
"Dawn Base..."
"Zefeng Base..."
......
He Zhuo grinned as he watched this scene: "...That's really something!"
These words expressed the sentiments of many people on the wall.
Having witnessed countless acts of deceit and backstabbing in the apocalypse, this timely act of assistance is more heartwarming than any flowery words.
Grandpa Shi withdrew his gaze from outside the wall and turned to Grandpa Chi with a sigh.
"Old Chi...see? This world...isn't completely rotten yet."
Grandpa Chi's tense lips relaxed slightly: "Yes, the spirit in the bones of us Chinese people can never be extinguished!"
Inside the wall were the Flameheart ability users, exhausted yet resolute, who had just experienced a bloody battle.
Outside the wall, reinforcements from all directions arrived, weary from their journeys and filled with determination and passion.
At this moment, they actively draw closer, attempting to ignite each other's passion.
In the sky, the colossal curtain that blots out the sun still floats silently like the single eye of a cold god, looking down upon the gathering of 'ants' below.
In front of the screen, in a dimly lit room...
The man leaned back on the sofa, a more and more amused smile playing on his lips.
Besides the central battlefield of Flameheart, the screen displays real-time footage from around the world on the two side split screens—chaos, prayers, resistance... all are on full display.
"Heh..." The man let out a very soft chuckle, as if he had seen something extremely amusing and childish.
"How hypocritical and disgusting! But since we're already here..."
"Very well! The more fresh and drier the firewood, the bigger and more spectacular the fire will be when it burns."
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand.
From the shadows in the room, a man in the same green uniform immediately bowed and stepped forward: "Boss."
"The game... let's move on to the next stage. Since Flameheart's side is so lively and 'promising,' let's give 003 three thousand 'toys.'"
004 lowered his head even further, his voice completely flat: "Okay, boss, I'll notify them right away!"
"And..." The man's slender fingers casually swiped across the floating control panel, bringing up a global map covered with countless dots.
"Don't wait for the rest of the 'toys' either."
His fingertip lightly tapped the map, and wherever it passed, points of light were activated, turning into flashing red.
"Here, throw in a thousand. Here, five hundred. Here..." His movements were unhurried, yet carried a cold and casual air of dominating life and death.
"Since they want to play the 'unity of purpose' and 'unity of mind' game... then let every corner of the world 'participate' in it."
Let everyone become my...new 'toys'.
004 bowed deeply: "Understood. All remaining batches that are ready will be released globally simultaneously as planned immediately."
"Go ahead." The man waved his hand, turning his attention back to the main screen: "Let me see... how many rounds of burning your 'unity' can withstand?"
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