Published: March 2, 2025
Luck is ethereal and elusive, yet it is undeniably important.
Often, many difficulties may turn into smooth paths with just a bit of luck, and desperate situations can lead to survival.
Mr. Winter was unsure if he was favored by fate, but at least for now, his luck seemed reasonably good.
Behind him, a massive buzzing sound shattered the sky. Out of the corner of his eye, Mr. Winter glimpsed a fighter jet belonging to Beijing tearing through the air, swiftly passing over the battlefield, while three small "candies," each the length of an arm, floated down gently...
However, the target was not Mr. Winter's location.
“Boom!”
Accompanied by a mushroom cloud shooting straight into the sky, the direction the squad leader had just broken through turned into a white expanse.
You see, it proved that Mr. Winter's luck was indeed good.
If it weren't for that moment of inspiration just now, Mr. Winter might have followed the squad leader's lead in breaking through in another direction, only to be utterly reduced to a part of the soil by a miniature nuclear bomb.
A sense of luck washed over him; at that moment, Mr. Winter could even feel the demonic creatures behind him let out a low cheer—they had made the right choice and saved their own lives.
But clearly, they were a bit too early to celebrate...
The predetermined breakout direction was not far from the Demon Realm Gate—only a hundred kilometers away, which was quickly covered under the pace of the level 7 demonic creatures.
Even though there were sporadic artillery fire along the way, under non-saturating strikes, these level 7 demonic creatures could always find hope for survival...
Just a few minutes later, Mr. Winter led dozens of members of the demonic clan like droplets of water into the battlefield to the Southeast.
Then, he faced his final test…
...
Mr. Winter still underestimated the war.
Or rather, he underestimated the gap between level 7 and level 9.
Even though the human soldiers in the level 7 war zone were not the elite troops of Beijing, the individual strength of peak level 9 warriors was not to be underestimated.
They surrounded the few with their numbers, and the number of human warriors was less than a thousandth of that of the demonic clan, yet the battlefield situation was entirely under Beijing's control.
As previously judged by Beijing—this was a slaughter.
Kamen swung his war blade, and as the blade light flashed, five varying lengths of blade aura roared and dispersed, carving five bloody paths through the gathering of demonic creatures.
With just a simple move, nearly a hundred demonic creatures perished, but the demonic clan kept coming, quickly covering the gap Kamen had opened.
But what did it matter...
It was merely another swing of the blade.
Beside him, Kamen's comrade, Maple Leaf, let out a series of excited roars, raising his customized demon-enhanced Gatling, which shimmered with blue light as tiny bullets ripped through the demonic creatures, instantly shredding a row of them to pieces...
Kamen's hundred-man squad was assigned to the southeast direction of the battlefield; although only a hundred men, they were responsible for nearly 10 kilometers of the front line—like a large net full of holes, yet within the holes were deadly traps covered with blades and guns.
The numbers were indeed insufficient, but in the wars of professionals, quality could compensate for everything!
After another swing of the blade, Kamen took a simple breath; just one, and his mouth and nose were enveloped by the smell of gunpowder and blood. He frowned slightly, looking at the hellish scene before him, his eyes flashing with compassion, but instinctively swung his war blade once more.
Killing and being killed—this is the eternal theme of war. Since he had stepped onto the battlefield, Kamen had already discarded his former identity and the turmoil in his mind.
He didn't want to die, so he needed to make the enemy die.
A simple logic...
So simple that he overlooked the dozens of figures rushing towards his defensive area, led by a frail ancient demon holding a child and pulling his wife.