Published: March 2, 2025
“Sir, what should we do now?”
Upon hearing number one's question, Mara did not respond but instead quickly contemplated the current situation.
The command had just been passed to him, and the so-called attack on the Beijing gathering place, in Mara's view, was nothing more than sending the entire demonic creatures of the Beijing war zone to their deaths, sacrificing their lives to inflict negligible damage and destruction to the Beijing gathering place.
For low-level demonic creatures, it was hard to defy military orders. After this command was issued, it became inevitable for low-level demonic creatures to rush to the Beijing gathering place to meet their demise.
However, for high-level demonic creatures—especially someone like Mara, who held a relatively high position and possessed strong intellect—this act of self-sacrifice was something he would never consider.
After thinking for a long time, Mara glanced at his subordinates—numbers one to five—and took a deep breath.
Going to the Beijing gathering place to die was not an option for Mara. Although defying orders could lead to a series of issues—such as punishment from the military and a reduction in status—compared to his own life, these were minor problems.
Having come to this conclusion, Mara raised his head and looked at a bizarre demonic creature beside him, which was less than a meter tall but had a gigantic eyeball. He spoke up.
“Number one, use your abilities to check the current defenses of the humans and oceanic tribe. Look for any loopholes that could allow us to escape.”
Upon hearing Mara's command, number one's enormous eyeball began to rotate rapidly, emitting countless strange-colored rays of light that shot out from the giant eye, instantly scanning the surroundings in all directions.
After a while, once number one had gathered enough information, he retracted his ability. The massive eyeball on his forehead quickly closed, and his entire body slumped to the ground, gasping for air as if he had been emptied out.
“What’s the situation?”
Mara ignored number one's exhausted state and anxiously asked.
“No... problems... there are many... loopholes on the human defense line...”
The number of demonic creatures was already vast, and the frontline was very extensive. Even with the oceanic tribe as reinforcements, the forces in the Beijing gathering place could not completely seal off the entire war zone—while the military could ensure that most demonic creatures stayed behind, it was unavoidable that a few would escape through defensive gaps.
Upon hearing this news, Mara finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Having defensive loopholes meant that he and his companions had a chance for survival, and they no longer needed to heed the ridiculous order of launching a suicidal assault on the Beijing gathering place.
“Let’s rest for a while… In ten minutes, number one will lead the way.”
After saying this, Mara leaned against the basement wall, closing his eyes as he pondered their current predicament and the punishment awaiting him from the military upon returning to the Demon Realm...
...
Ten minutes passed in the blink of an eye.
As number one barely recovered his ability to move, Mara immediately issued a command.
“Let’s go.”
Numbers two and three quickly supported number one and closely followed behind Mara.
Mara took the lead, directly pushing open the basement door and heading upwards.
The continuous roars from all directions made Mara realize the current situation—the war had already spread to Tianjin City District, and there was truly little time left for them.
Thinking of this, Mara quickened his pace once again…
However, the next second…
“Pfft…”
A faint sound, combined with the relentless sounds of fighting and screams from the streets outside, momentarily caught Mara off guard.
It wasn’t until the footsteps of his five subordinates ceased entirely that Mara stopped and turned around in shock.
Behind him, numbers one to five stood as if frozen in place, not moving at all…