Doomsday Roulette

The entire battlefield was shrouded in a thick stench of blood and decay, almost unbearable.

Corpses were scattered everywhere, most of them mutilated; there were human bodies and also a type of monster that resembled humans but had green skin and was completely naked.

Delin took a sip of water, moistening his already hoarse throat, and smiled bitterly.

It was his first time realizing that even an evolver could lose their voice after excessive shouting.

He touched the left side of his head, where his ear was missing. Just moments ago, a monster over three meters tall had breached the defenses of Area C. Delin had personally dealt with it, and after killing this brute that relied solely on its physical strength, he paid the price of losing an ear.

“Damn it, I hope there’s no infectious disease,” he muttered to himself as he looked at the monster beneath his feet, its head crushed, oozing a disgusting dark green liquid.

After repelling this attack, the monsters ceased their onslaught but did not retreat, continuing to encircle Area C.

“How many casualties?” Delin asked expressionlessly as he saw his adjutant approach.

The adjutant hesitated and lowered his head, “Over forty-five thousand.”

Even though he had been mentally prepared, Delin couldn’t help but close his eyes.

The losses had exceeded sixty percent, and if everyone hadn’t been trapped here, based on this casualty ratio, even the evolvers would have already collapsed.

Now, everyone was merely fighting like cornered beasts.

Regardless of whether they could escape from this predicament, Area C would suffer heavy losses, dropping from the strongest division to a state similar to the fragmented Area S.

Perhaps it would be even worse!

Delin’s eyes reflected a mix of despair and uncontrollable rage.

What happened to the intelligence organization in Area C? Why had they made such an outrageous misjudgment regarding the number of monsters here? Earlier reports had clearly stated that there were only about ten thousand monsters, but now? Two hundred thousand? Or three hundred thousand?

Delin had lost count; he didn’t even have the energy to tally them up. What was the point of counting? They were still trapped here, waiting for impossible reinforcements!

“Commander, the distress signal has been sent out, but there has been no response from headquarters yet,” the adjutant reported.

Hearing this, Delin nodded, his voice weary as he replied, “It’s useless; the reinforcements won’t arrive in time, it’s too far. If these monsters give us more than an hour to rest, we will break out!”

The adjutant gritted his teeth; like Delin, he was not optimistic about breaking out.

It was manageable when the survivors formed a defensive formation; they could still withstand the monster's attacks by fighting to the death. However, once they attempted to break out, their formation would be disrupted, and in front of these monsters that relied on physical combat, humans had no advantage. They wouldn’t even be able to run as fast as the monsters.

Although the fighters in Area C had killed at least fifty thousand of these monsters, there were still far too many left.

“Commander…”

“I know,” Delin interrupted the adjutant, his gaze falling on the densely packed monsters a hundred meters away. “If one can escape, then one should escape; it’s better than everyone dying here. The members of Broken Blade will stay behind to cover the retreat, and we will let the women evacuate first.”

As he spoke, a sudden flash of killing intent flickered in Delin’s eyes, and he continued in a lower voice, “During the breakout, you lead the team. If the situation becomes dire, you must… kill all the women, understand?”

The adjutant was taken aback, staring at Delin in disbelief.

“W-why?”

Delin looked at his adjutant with disappointment, gritting his teeth, “Can’t you think for yourself? Don’t you realize these monsters will seize any opportunity to capture the women in the team? Have you ever considered why?”