Published: March 2, 2025
The so-called oath keepers were really just a byproduct of Mocha's momentary obsession. He could not imagine the significance and consequences of his speech today. After the resolution was passed, Mocha stepped down from the podium amidst the cheers of the crowd. On the surface, he looked glorious, but behind the scenes, Mocha was cursing inwardly...
Because the same problem had fallen onto him...
Money! Money! Money!
With such a large group of people, Mocha couldn't just power everything with love...
However, as the saying goes, "man may move but trees may die." After establishing the oath keepers, Mocha seriously thought of a not-so-great solution.
So, he led all the oath keepers in a grand march towards Zone Seven's main battlefield.
This was obviously not to break through the main battlefield's city gates...
The wind was noisy, and the air was calm.
In front of the teleportation passage, Mocha once again saw his adjutant. This time, Mocha took the initiative to step forward. Due to his previous prestige, the mutated beasts surrounding his adjutant did not stop him, and he approached his old partner directly.
"Pasteur, think it over again..."
Out of past friendship, Mocha urged Pasteur, but all he received in response was the disdainful gaze of a lion.
"You coward, traitor... I disdain being associated with you!"
The words were spoken decisively. Hearing this, Mocha did not make any rebuttal; he just nodded and returned to his team.
Ahead, Pasteur's assault troops entered the teleportation passage in an orderly manner, their faces filled with killing intent, eyes glowing with fervor, but this bloodlust was directed in the wrong place.
Mocha's subordinates still felt remorse. One professional turned to Mocha.
"Big boss, what should we do?"
Mocha merely sighed deeply.
"We will watch them walk towards death..."
Indeed, they were walking towards death.
Mocha had already guessed the script clearly — Pasteur and his group would charge to the edge of the main battlefield, only to be intercepted by the prepared soul puppet legion and those aligned with Beijing. No, perhaps those aligned with Beijing might hesitate and not act against Pasteur's group, but the soul puppets alone would be enough.
They might care about past friendships... But the creator's orders were undoubtedly more important to them!
Mocha could not forget the Corpse Puppets that once roamed the battlefield with great power, nor could he forget the thunderclouds that had once threatened him.
That power was something Pasteur would not be able to withstand.
When Pasteur finally stepped into the teleportation passage, Mocha started counting the time. After an hour had passed, he finally spoke to his subordinates, "You all wait here for me, I'll be back shortly."
With all the oath keepers flooding into the main battlefield, especially at this time when the battle might have just ended, misunderstandings could arise. Mocha's thoughts were meticulous; this time, he chose to personally meet with Fang Bai... perhaps Lin Haifeng, and ideally, he would be able to meet Wen Yu.
That's right, Mocha was prepared to "abandon the darkness for the light" this time... No, he couldn't say he was abandoning the darkness for the light; he just wanted to plead with these high-ranking figures for a chance to let himself and others live.
Thus, he stepped over the teleportation passage, looked ahead, and in an instant, tears filled his eyes.
...
Time rewound to an hour earlier.
After Pasteur entered the teleportation passage, what came into view was the majestic city fortress of the Zone Seven forward base!
Once, this was the battlefield for both parties; now, it still was.
The only thing that changed was the positions...
In this moment, Pasteur indeed had a moment of wavering. He gazed at the place where he had once bled, and for a brief moment, the thought "Did Mother Earth make the wrong decision?" arose in his mind. However, this thought came quickly and left just as fast. Pasteur shook his massive head vigorously, casting the thought out of his mind.