Published: March 2, 2025
The bloody battlefield left Fran dizzy, with stars flashing before her eyes.
In just one hour, another large group of elite frenzied demons surged out from the Demon Realm Gate, causing massive casualties on the battlefield. Fortunately, under the suppression of the Heavenly Foundation Weapons and strong forces like Qin Tian, the situation did not result in irretrievable consequences.
However, the damage was evident—countless soldiers stained the land with their blood. Although the number of casualties was not as catastrophic as before, it was enough to cover the ground with a circle of red marks.
Another hour passed...
Two heavy artillery pieces were brought out by the demonic clan from the Demon Realm Gate. Even though the Void Fleet was prepared and quickly dismantled this attack, the artillery fire still shattered the artillery positions. After a brief pause of a few minutes, they finally reorganized for another assault.
Seizing this opportunity, the demonic cannon fodder howled as they charged across the blockade line, crashing into the defensive line composed of Beijing soldiers, bringing immense pressure and terrifying casualties to the entire defense.
After this round subsided, tens of thousands of three-headed demonic dragons crawled out from the Demon Realm Gate...
Fran sat in the command center, watching this bloody meat grinder operate frantically, countless lives being fed into it, turned into blood and mud, and then purified away amidst the artillery fire and energy.
Such a chaotic battle continued for three whole days...
During this time, the demonic clan replenished their elites multiple times, while Beijing conducted seven rounds of reinforcements. Those on the battlefield were already bloodied in battle, the roar of artillery and the shouts of killing nearly shook the heavens, until Fran caught a glimpse of the level restraint monitoring device placed aside.
In just three days, the progress of breaking the level restraint had already increased by 0.1%.
Seeing this, Fran couldn't help but gasp. She looked again at the undiminished demonic tide and finally couldn't help but make another decision.
"Activate the Mechanical Warriors, Clone Legion, and Soul Puppet Legion."
Even though Fran was the only one in the command room, she spoke those words in a tone that suggested consultation.
This was because Fran, as the chief commander, was merely a facade meant to deceive others—when Wen Yu was absent, the true control of the situation was in the hands of Lin Haifeng, the superintelligent brain.
Upon hearing Fran's decision, the display screen flashed, and moments later, Lin Haifeng's face appeared in the lower right corner of the screen.
"It's not that we can't, but..."
Lin Haifeng hesitated, seemingly pondering something. Just then, demonic energy erupted from the Demon Realm Gate once more, and thousands of limit breaker-level ancient demons crossed over, followed by several oddly-shaped soul puppets.
This scene had been common over the past three days, and each time the demonic clan sent out their elites, it would place tremendous pressure on the defense line.
It was like dancing on a knife's edge; this rise and fall, this great joy and sorrow, especially witnessing the horrific casualties on the front lines, made it easy to imagine the immense psychological pressure Fran felt from her vantage point.
"We have a better hand. Deploying the Mechanical Legion and Clone Legion will not only reduce casualties on the front lines but also suppress the progress of breaking the level restraint. In three days, the level restraint has already been damaged by 0.1%. If this war continues, in a few years, the ninth-level level restraint will be broken. Worse, our war potential may be depleted to a point where we can no longer sustain large-scale warfare."
Fran spoke rapidly, her logic clearly laid out—though she framed it as a suggestion, anyone could see the determination in her eyes.
With the Mechanical Legion and Clone Legion as backup, the frontlines clearly did not need to fight to the death. In other words, it was possible that in the end, the countless soldiers who had died tragically over these days would all bear the blame on Fran's shoulders.