Published: March 2, 2025
Jedin, a peak-level five professional, was a former member of the Indian Eagle Special Forces and is now part of the logistics special operations squad of Sequence Two.
To be precise, when he first received this appointment, Jedin was excited—after all, it was Sequence Two! Standing alongside the most elite professionals in this world!
Fighting alongside Sequence Two was an immense honor for any professional.
Excited, Jedin selectively ignored the word "logistics," and thus began his true logistics career...
Ahead, the piercing screams and the roars of beasts echoed continuously. With Jedin's perception as a peak-level five professional, he could only see three faintly outlined colossal shadows dashing back and forth among the sprawling group of demonic creatures.
Each time a shadow flickered, it left behind a massive, gruesome mark among the group of demonic creatures, resembling a long, deep ravine—inflicting indelible scars on the organized demonic clan army ahead!
Blood splattered everywhere, and the overwhelming killing intent combined with the tragic state of the demonic creature army made Jedin twitch his lips twice.
The most terrifying part was the scattered severed limbs and entrails—not that Jedin had never seen brutal scenes before, but because he would have to clean all this up later, piling it into a Corpse Mountain for that big dog to enjoy.
That mud.
That slickness.
That smell.
Jedin suddenly regretted joining this damn "Sequence Two Logistics Special Operations Squad."
...
"Everyone, prepare for battle!"
The squad leader's booming voice rang out, and the soldiers' training instantly tightened Jedin's nerves.
Then...
"Go!"
The second squad, consisting of fifty members, charged forward rapidly, picking up all the fallen magic crystals and the demonic creature limbs the size of a palm along the way, delivering them to the designated location.
There, a gray big dog, a black giant dragon, and a black large cat were licking the blood off their paws, occasionally munching on the fresh food on the ground.
Meanwhile, the tens of thousands of demonic creatures that were once present had been wiped out completely.
It was a simple, efficient slaughter.
After the slaughter came the cleanup—essentially the operational task for Jedin and the special operations squad...
What kind of operational task is this?
The gray big dog gazed greedily at the accumulating Corpse Mountain, causing a shiver to run down Jedin's spine. Fortunately, over the past fifteen days of operations, he had become accustomed to the gaze of the gray big dog, known as the One-Eyed. It always looked this way whenever it saw food.
Once most of the demonic creature corpses were gathered, Jedin watched as the One-Eyed opened its massive mouth, which forked like a snake but was even thicker, its agile tongue sweeping across its cheeks, exposing three rows of dense sharp teeth that gleamed with a cold light, sending a chill down Jedin's spine...
"It wasn't like this before."
A quiet murmuring came from beside him, but it earned the squad leader a silencing glare.
However, all fifty present knew that the dog's form had undergone some quite obvious changes during these fifteen days of combat—its teeth had multiplied and become denser, resembling a meat grinder capable of easily tearing apart the scales and skin of demonic creatures.
Once caught by this big mouth, even the mightiest and most ferocious demonic creature was doomed to be dismembered!
What was once an ordinary tongue had also gradually become eerie. Once, Jedin saw this tongue extend out ten meters from its mouth and directly strangle a peak-level five Bull Head barbarian!
Even more terrifying was what came next!
Jedin watched in shock as the One-Eyed opened its mouth wide, its upper and lower jaws separating by at least 180°. Then it bit into the Corpse Mountain, the sucking sound resonating continuously. The One-Eyed's belly swelled and contracted rapidly, digesting the Corpse Mountain before it. In no time, the massive Corpse Mountain had reduced by one-tenth!