"It's others, this direction leads to the base camp. Uncle Wolf, let's hurry over!" Seeing the light spots, Little One was somewhat excited.
However, Su Mu showed no signs of moving. He looked somewhat grave, staring intently at the trajectory of the light spots on the War Order.
These light spots, which hadn't appeared before, suddenly showed up as five clusters, and now they were quickly approaching their direction.
Su Mu had the habit of not only arriving early at agreed meeting points, but also considering the worst-case scenario when encountering situations.
Detecting Su Mu's expression, Little One was momentarily stunned, then swallowed. She was very smart and quickly thought of a terrifying possibility.
"Uncle Wolf... are you suspecting that they are not comrades, but the Alien Race?"
"That's right."
Little One initially wanted to say that Uncle Wolf might be thinking too negatively, but the previous emergency message floated into her mind, making everything seem reasonable.
"Uncle Wolf, what should we do then?"
...
South China Governor Sikong Zhi looked at the altar before him, and a long-unheard term surfaced in his mind: Demon God Sect.
This was a group of fanatical anti-human lunatics who worshiped the Alien Race Demon God. They hoped for the Demon God's arrival and believed that destruction was transcendence, and death was everything's destination and rebirth.
This evil cult had been eradicated years ago, yet now it had made a comeback.
"Governor, currently all Alien Race battlefields in Guangshen Province have suffered varying degrees of impact. One-fifth of the space passages are not functioning properly and have completely lost contact..."
Listening to his subordinate's report, the South China Governor turned around, a multitude of doubts arising in his mind, but he didn't stop his work because of it.
"First-level combat readiness is lifted, reduced to third-level readiness..."
"With the martial arts exam approaching, it's crucial to maintain order everywhere. Increase the alert level on all Alien Race battlefields, intensify inspections of major transport hubs and important bases..."
"Immediately deploy spatial engravers to repair the space passages and strive to reconnect with the battlefields as soon as possible. Deploy support forces outside the battlefield at the earliest to be ready to suppress the Alien Race..."
"Hmph, go deliver this photo to those old guys for me. I want them to give me, Sikong Zhi, an explanation within three days."
...
"The Demon God Pillar projection has been destroyed by the Martial Saint."
"First-level War Order is canceled, downgraded to third-level readiness."
The 1955 Corps and Shenjiang Martial Arts University's Armed Department, mentors, and others returned, heading to the Alien Race battlefield at once.
But they quickly discovered that the space passages were malfunctioning.
"With the martial arts exam approaching, there is a tight allocation of high-tier spatial engravers nationwide. The reinforcements from the Governor and the Martial Arts Association prioritize repairing large Alien Race battlefields. The earliest response we have is in three days."
"Three days is too late, let me do it. I need two fifth-level assistants," Wang Shuheng volunteered.
"Alright, Professor Wang, we will get you the two assistants you need as soon as possible." A tall soldier replied solemnly.
Wang Shuheng took a pair of glasses from his chest and put them on, immediately beginning to inspect the space passages. Space inscriptions were extremely complex, requiring his full effort.
"Principal Qian, Chairman Li, this is the list of personnel who entered the battlefield during this period. Those marked are still in the battlefield."
The two took the list, Qian Tai glanced over it. A total of 735 people remained on the battlefield, most being from the corps, but there were also quite a few faculty and students from the school.
Besides Director Zhou from the Practical Combat Academy, who had been stationed on the battlefield long-term this year, there were 182 more left on the battlefield.
This included 48 teachers and 134 students. Qian Tai immediately handed the list to the deans of each department, asking them to confirm the teachers and students from their departments.
"Do you know who that person is?"
"He seems more formidable than the principal and corps leader."
"I know that person. It's Professor Wang, who appeared in the cafeteria last time."
Professor Wang?
In the crowd, Zhao Meng suddenly remembered something, and she searched urgently among the counselors' ranks, but failed to find Su Mu's figure.
"Stop looking. Maybe your Teacher Su is on the battlefield right now."
An odd voice rang out behind her, spoken by Li Xue.
Zhao Meng's face turned pale; she trembled slightly. She vaguely recalled hearing Su Mu mention that he had customized a weapon; could it be that Teacher Su was indeed on the battlefield?
...
Linjiang Base.
On the balcony, Jiang Miaomiao was making her thirteenth call to Su Mu today, but none of them went through, causing her to grow anxious.
The news reported that Shenjiang Martial Arts University's faculty and students had once gathered to head to the frontline. Although they returned in the end, with the phone unreachable now, could something have happened?
Just as she was about to call the school's website office, Xiaoyue walked out from inside.
"Mom, what's wrong?"
Jiang Miaomiao turned her head, pretending to look at the scenery, and took a deep breath, "I'm fine."
"Mom, were you calling Dad just now?"
Jiang Miaomiao's expression momentarily froze, then she rubbed Xiaoyue's head and smiled.
"Yes, the call just went through. Dad said he's busy and will be back in a few days."
...
Under a blood moon.
A figure rushed forward, Zhou Yuan running with all his might, as if something terrifying was chasing him.
"It's just ahead!"
He glanced at the War Order in his hand, which indicated two light spots ahead, but what puzzled him was that those two light spots seemed to have stayed in the same place.
But Zhou Yuan couldn't care about these details now.
"Almost there, just beyond the forest!"
After breaking out of the forest, the wasteland lay in dead silence, with no sign of anyone in sight. Despair instantly filled his heart, and Zhou Yuan trembled all over. He gasped for air and glanced back in panic.
The sound of footsteps tapped steadily.
A figure followed unhurriedly; he was tall, with brownish skin tinged with dark red, and some scaly armor on his body. This person was not human but an Alien Race!
Upon closer inspection, one could see that the weapon in this Alien Race's hand still had blood dripping from it.
At this moment, his face was full of mockery, murmuring incomprehensibly as he approached step by step.
The strong instinct to survive drove Zhou Yuan to push his heavily injured body to keep stumbling forward until he saw two abandoned War Orders on the ground. He finally realized what happened.
The two people he regarded as lifesavers likely perished at the hands of the Alien Race, sentencing him to death.
With his last hope shattered, Zhou Yuan felt incredibly heavy, so he no longer had the strength, collapsing heavily to the ground, giving up all struggle, awaiting death's arrival.
The Alien Race approached step by step, its long shadow like the shadow of Death, footsteps like Death knocking at the door.
Seeing Zhou Yuan fall, the Alien Race that chased him wore a disappointed expression. He initially thought this man would lead him to other survivors, but he came up empty-handed; now that the game was over, it was time to go back.
The Alien Race raised its curved blade.
Zhou Yuan unwillingly closed his eyes, and in the next moment.
A miserable scream echoed across the wasteland.
In the flash of cold light, a streak of blood instantly expanded, and an arm holding a curved blade was flung away, landing with a clink.
The Alien Race's expression shifted dramatically; he didn't know when someone had appeared behind him. With his arm cut off, he turned to flee immediately.
Su Mu was alarmed by the Alien Race's fast reaction speed, but this is as far as it will go. Su Mu stepped forward again and slashed, sending a head flying.
On the ground, Zhou Yuan felt a warm sensation on his face. He opened his eyes just as a head flew towards him, and he let out a ghastly wail.
"Uncle Wolf, those two slashes just now were so cool!" Little One's face was full of admiration as she appeared from a nearby slope.
Su Mu shook his Cold Moon, flicking the blood off, sheathed his sword, and extended a hand to the man on the ground.
Several seconds later, Zhou Yuan came back to his senses. He breathed heavily, stood up, and kicked the Alien Race's head next to him, cursing continuously, damn Alien Race.
"Thank you, thank you for saving me."
"What happened last night?"
"The Alien Race attacked the base camp... the others should have all been killed in action."
Zhou Yuan gritted his teeth as he spoke, his face full of grief, his eyes bloodshot.