"No problem, Major." Although Sang Zixin was somewhat of a lieutenant as the commander of this small battle group, seeing the major rank on the other’s shoulder, the young officer decided not to make trouble for himself. Hmm, the key to winning a war seems to have changed in the new era. Soldiers are no longer the decisive force; technological weapons—like these mechas—might become the true deciding factor in future wars. But Sang Zixin didn’t have much to complain about, since in his view, war is about winning. And if winning can also ensure the survival of his frontline soldiers, then all the better. As Sang Zixin’s thoughts wandered, the Immortal Master transformed the muddy road into stone, Sang Zixin signaled the senior soldier company commander to lead the group on the right side, while he took the new recruits on the left side. The journey was uneventful, except for the occasional Chaos cultists rushing out from the ruins with cold weapons, giving both sides surprises and shocks. The surprise was that a Chaos cultist’s head was worth a piece of gold; no need to chop, the gendarmerie from the military justice department following behind would help count. The shock was the Chaos cultists realizing the adversary’s firing sticks could shoot continuously without pulling a gun bolt. Within seconds, a dozen disheveled Chaos cultists rushed out only to fall under the salvo. As Sang Zixin passed one of the corpses, he kicked it, flipping it over, noticing its clearly Westland features, Sang Zixin spat. These Westlanders are truly useless. Regardless of which timeline these guys are from, they’re all worthless. Following Chaos to become cultists, how is this different from befriending a traitor. "Commander, what are you looking at?" The company commander of the new recruit company, C, noticed Sang Zixin’s actions and walked over to ask. "Seeing where these Chaos cultists are from." Sang Zixin noted his company commander, realizing he wasn’t saluting him, which made Sang Zixin feel secure. "They definitely have Westland appearances. Only under Master Wu’s name do we have people, but these guys certainly aren’t Master Wu’s people. After all, aberrations like these aren’t welcomed in Master Wu’s place." The young recruit company commander pointed to another Chaos cultist’s body showing aberration traits. Sang Zixin glanced over, thinking, good heavens, you might as well be a transformed shark. The timid Todd was nervously peeking through a small broken gap at the street outside, seeing a terrifying monster wielding a longsword rampaging through this ruined city, the street strewn with Todd’s comrades, lying in the weed-infested ruins, amidst bone fragments, some even collapsed under the unguarded gloomy sky. The faded patterns on the still-standing ruined walls of the city had long since gone, leaving only everlasting bullet holes, and that Demon seemed to have noticed here, approaching step by step, its gait as refined as a gentleman, yet its smile was more like a... Demon. This damn Demon! This city is so vast! Why must it come here! Does it intend to slaughter every last one of them! Filled with anger and unwillingness, Todd surveyed his surroundings, then retreated from the small damaged point, finding the farthest corner in the hall, hiding himself under the damaged debris. Soon, a tooth-grinding noise, typical of a metal door being pulled open, broke through the darkness, introducing light and shadow for the first time in the pitch-black hall. Todd tightly covered his mouth, watching the Demon outside through his six compound eyes. The Demon seemed not to notice Todd, but it smiled, revealing eight frightening teeth while scanning the hall, as if this was the etiquette of a guest. It glanced around, "Excuse me, is anyone here." It asked, like a gentleman, or a Noble. Yet the silent hall remained motionless, as if lifeless, completely unresponsive. No one! Thank you! Please leave! Todd held his mouth with all four arms, fearing the panic and terror would make him scream in the next second. "It seems no one is there." The Demon waited for a while at the door, finally sighing and closing the door, as if the giant metal door was as light as a sheet in its hand. As time slipped by, Todd waited for quite a while, eventually releasing his grip, the quiet sobs spreading in the hall. Old Des was cleaved in half by that Demon with a single sword, dragging his entrails a good distance before dying. Young Fabi’er simply ran a step too slow, getting his head along with his spine pulled out by that Demon, shedding tears fiercely before dying. Poor Aragorn, the team’s strongest warrior, even died from a casual strike by that Demon, earning a spectacular death that splashed over twenty meters with a dispersal close to a hundred degrees. At this thought, Todd’s compound eyes filled with tears, thinking of his beloved, what a seductive woman Alice was, her reverse jointed legs so enchanting, her sharp horns so alluring, her three pairs of majestic... hang on. Todd halted his crying, puzzled, turning to look toward the metal door. "Dear old friend, I heard you, you’re inside."