Published: March 2, 2025
Wen Yu ignored the soldiers around him and looked again through the scope. In the scope, the second wave of soldiers had appeared by the city gate.
Hope for life: no one was willing to give up. After the first wave of soldiers managed to escape, the second wave quickly followed, with a third and fourth wave behind them... until the entire forward base was completely leveled by the demonic clan.
Wen Yu wanted to use the same trick again—this was simple; it was just pulling the trigger. But the difficulty lay in the fact that the demonic clan had already reacted after the first wave of soldiers charged out.
"Boom!"
As No Winter fired its first shot in sniper mode, two dark shadows rushed out one after another from the demonic tide. The soldiers around Wen Yu acted spontaneously, forming a line to block the enemy in front of him, but in an instant, they were swept away by overwhelming energy flows.
Wen Yu couldn't even counterattack; he could only watch as two ancient demons charged right in front of him. With a surge of pain, Wen Yu was kicked out of the "dream."
The demonic clan expert made a move, and with Yu's power, even paired with a No Winter, it couldn't stir up any waves.
"Come again!"
Wen Yu merely spoke softly, and then a feeling of vagueness washed over him.
...
In war, unless individual strength reaches a certain level, personal bravery becomes meaningless.
With Yu's power, even with Wen Yu controlling from behind, it was a luxury to think of turning the situation around. A little greed, and Yu would die tragically on the battlefield.
This was the harsh reality of being too weak, where even divine aid couldn't save one.
But Yu didn't just have divine support; he also had the help of fate!
In just a fleeting moment, Wen Yu once again attached himself to Yu's body. He squinted his eyes and looked ahead; this time, the time node he entered was clear.
It was precisely when the first wave of soldiers rushed to his side.
Wen Yu immediately retracted his gun and waved urgently at the leading soldier, then ran towards the portal behind him.
That's right, Wen Yu decisively retreated.
With Yu's power, there was no way to deal with those two ancient demons, so saving more people became his dream, and Wen Yu didn't dare to linger here any longer.
This time the retreat was very smooth. Wen Yu casually reported the coordinates of another continental plate in the Eighth District, and the soldiers who followed immediately stepped into the portal with him.
However, the result was not so ideal.
A total of 39 soldiers were rescued by Wen Yu, but only 8 managed to follow him to the new continental plate.
The rest had long gone to the more glamorous world at the rear.
A life-saving grace is still a life-saving grace... but to truly risk life and blood to repay such grace... one could only say you are not the protagonist of a novel, lacking that kind of aura.
Wen Yu didn't blame them; he simply took a moment to regroup and then, after three minutes, turned and entered the portal once again.
The target—still the Eighth District Forward Base.
...
"Boom!"
A loud sound came, and Wen Yu, standing at the sniper point, was instantly flattened by a massive handprint from the sky.
After the thirty-eighth resurrection, Wen Yu looked at the Purple Mist mirror that formed once again and couldn't help but shake his head.
Yu's power truly left Wen Yu unable to move an inch.
Regarding the fall of the Mossley Great World forward base, Wen Yu had thought a lot—this was not only the day of Yu's rise but also an opportunity for Wen Yu to change his fate.
He needed to gain some capital on this battlefield.
However, Yu, with his peak-level eighth-tier strength, truly made Wen Yu realize how helpless lower-level soldiers were...
Struggling meant death.
As the feeling of vagueness returned, Wen Yu once again found himself at the time node before his death.
Behind him, 523 elite soldiers were in a disheveled state, but their murderous aura was sky-high. They looked at Wen Yu with a hint of respect and admiration in their eyes.