High Martial Arts: Liver Becomes the Master of the Universe

Chapter 302 The Howling Wolf! I will make him die on the battlefield! The all-powerful noblewoman!
The laws of the universe were distorted to the extreme on the Island of Death and Fall.

There are no stable stars here, and no coordinates to refer to.

Everywhere you look, there are shattered continental remains, the stark white skeletons of giant creatures, and ever-flowing, annihilating tides of psionic energy.

The chaotic force field was like billions of invisible steel blades scraping against every living being that stepped into this place, compressing the range of mental power detection to a suffocating degree.

For powerful individuals accustomed to sweeping through with divine sense over light-years, this place is like a deep, dark ocean where every meteorite may harbor a deadly predator.

Nine years is but a fleeting moment in this desolate and dangerous "deep sea".

Squad 78, like a drop of water quietly merging into the ocean, silently maneuvered and struggled to survive.

……

This is the skull of an unknown cosmic behemoth, so large that it is comparable to a small planet.

The hollow skull cavity formed a natural cave labyrinth, which became a temporary shelter for Squad 78.

"Shh-"

Captain Long Zhan raised a finger, his eyes sharp as an eagle's, staring intently at the distorted light and shadow outside the cave.

His fiery red armor had lost its luster, and countless new scratches bore witness to nine years of blood and fire.

Everyone held their breath, and even the flow of psionic energy was suppressed to a minimum.

Outside the cave, a patrol of twelve Shadow Clan warriors glided past silently like ghosts.

They are born assassins of the darkness, their figures constantly shifting in the light and shadow, almost blending into their environment.

If it weren't for Long Zhan, an experienced veteran, sensing a very faint spatial fluctuation in advance, the team might have run right into the enemy without any warning.

On the outer island of Death Island, any unexpected encounter means a bloody battle to the death.

All eyes were involuntarily drawn to Tammy at the back of the line.

Nine years is enough time to transform a pampered greenhouse flower into a stubborn rock that has begun to weather storms.

At this moment, the panic and confusion he had felt upon first arriving had faded from Tammy's face, replaced by a solemnity and vigilance forced upon him by his surroundings. He had put away his magnificent golden armor and donned a simple, standard battle armor, with only an ancient bracelet on his wrist emitting a faint glow.

His lips were tightly pressed together, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, clearly indicating that his inner state was not as calm as it appeared.

"Taimi, get started."

Long Zhan's voice resounded in everyone's mind through the lowest frequency of soul transmission.

Tammy took a deep breath and nodded.

He channeled the little spiritual energy he had left into the secret treasure on his wrist.

It was a top-tier domain lord-level concealment treasure that his mother had obtained for him before his departure—the [Tranquil Halo].

hum...

A very dim halo spread out from the bracelet, gently enveloping the ten members of the team like ripples on water.

In an instant, their aura, heat, and even psionic fluctuations were completely smoothed and assimilated by this halo, perfectly blending into the chaotic force field background.

The Shadow Clan squad leader outside the cave suddenly stopped. Its pupil-less eyes swept over the direction of the giant beast's skull, as if it had sensed something.

The hearts of everyone in the team were in their throats.

Tammy was so nervous he almost stopped breathing. He could clearly feel that cold, scrutinizing gaze piercing through his bones and landing on him.

The few seconds of deathly silence felt as long as an entire era.

Ultimately, the Shadow Clan captain seemed not to have noticed anything amiss. It tilted its head, led the group forward, and soon disappeared into the shadows of another continental ruin.

"call……"

Only when the other person's presence had completely faded away did Tammy finally breathe a sigh of relief, her body going limp and almost collapsing to the ground.

The back of his combat uniform was completely soaked with cold sweat.

"Well done, kid."

A large, fan-like hand slammed down on his shoulder. The veteran "Butcher" from the "Fleshcutter Warband" grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth. Although his smile was ferocious, there was a genuine hint of approval in his eyes.

Over the past nine years, although Tammy's combat talent has been mediocre, he has helped the team escape danger more than once thanks to the endless stream of life-saving treasures he possesses.

From being seen as a burden by everyone at the beginning to becoming an indispensable "functional" member of the team, he has finally earned a bit of respect in his own way.

A slightly embarrassed blush rose on Tammy's face. He scratched his head, regaining a little confidence.

In this brutal battlefield, survival and contributing to the team are more important than anything else.

……

Deep underground, a rushing river of lava illuminates the dark cave.

The scorching heatwave was kept at bay by a psionic shield, allowing the team members to take a well-deserved rest.

Qin Feng and Captain Long Zhan stood facing each other, each holding a standard-issue rifle.

"Your gun is strange."

Long Zhan frowned and said in a deep voice. He stared at Qin Feng, his eyes filled with amazement and incomprehension, "It has no fixed moves, yet it seems to contain the 'principle' of all moves. Like a gazelle hanging its horns, it leaves no trace. This level should not be something that a mere extreme black hole level expert can achieve. Even many domain lord level experts may not have such a profound accumulation in the level of cold weapon 'skills' as you."

Over the course of nine years, Qin Feng maintained his taciturn "new recruit" persona, but the occasional glimpse of his true self was enough to startle Long Zhan, a high-level domain lord.

Especially in marksmanship.

"The captain is too kind."

Qin Feng holstered his gun and stood still, his breathing steady, his face bearing his usual humility. "I just like reading. I've read all sorts of miscellaneous books, but I lack practical experience. It's all just theoretical talk on paper."

This was the explanation he had prepared for himself.

From the dawn of humanity to the Canaan Star Martial Arts Academy, and then to the Cosmic Genius Battle, Qin Feng has cultivated diligently for three thousand years at the Holy Academy and accumulated three hundred billion secret techniques. Every step he has taken has been solid and steady, which has allowed him to reach an unbelievable level of martial arts knowledge.

What he was showing at this moment was just the tip of the iceberg, namely his basic spear skills honed by the orthodox human training system, which shocked Long Zhan, who was also a specialist in spear techniques.

Long Zhan gave him a deep look, but didn't ask any further questions.

He knew that this silent young man named "Qin" was hiding a secret, but on the Island of Death, everyone had a secret.

As long as he is human and a comrade-in-arms, that's enough.

"Your theory is very inspiring to me."

Long Zhan said sincerely, "In the next battle, perhaps I can try the method you mentioned, 'concentrate the force at the end of the spear to neutralize the point of impact.'"

Qin Feng nodded, said no more, and sat down in a corner.

In the eyes of others, he has once again started his somewhat unproductive "hobby".

He took out several metal puppets, each only half a meter tall, from his storage space. These puppets were of different shapes and made of ordinary materials, and looked like the practice work of a weapon-refining apprentice.

Then he took out various bottles and jars, as well as some metal plates engraved with intricate patterns.

He would sometimes apply some strange potion to the joints of the puppet and observe the changes in its psionic energy flow;

Sometimes, he would combine several array plates together and guide the chaotic spiritual energy around him into the puppet's body to test its limits.

He was focused and attentive throughout the entire process, as if nothing in the outside world mattered to him.

The other veterans in the squad were already used to it.

In their view, "Qin" was a "scholar-type" warrior with extremely rich theoretical knowledge but mediocre practical combat ability.

His actions of tinkering with machinery, formations, and medicines seemed more like a way to relieve the pressure of the battlefield.

Only Yunzhou, whose eyes were always calm, would occasionally flash a thoughtful look when he looked at Qin Feng.

He always felt that "Qin" possessed a profound sense of weight that far exceeded his own level, as if a bottomless abyss was hidden beneath the calm surface of a lake.

However, no one knew what terrifying deductions were taking place behind Qin Feng's seemingly "amateurish" actions.

His main consciousness, empowered by the near-infinite computing power of the [Primordial Singularity], is using these ordinary puppets as vessels to simulate the various possibilities of his own "Path to the Limit".

"...Using the 'Intelligent Devouring Secret Technique' as the core, construct a mental energy circuit to simulate the lower structure of the 'Tower of Babel'... Failure results in a 1.7% loss in the conversion efficiency between mental energy and psionic energy, which will lead to circuit overload..."

"...Integrating the power generation techniques of the 'Gro Hammer' into the mechanical structure, attempting to create an attack module that combines explosive power and sustained damage... is feasible, but the material requirements are too high, and the current reserves of rare alloys are insufficient..."

"...If the array runes are solidified in a psionic potion and injected into the power core in liquid form, can it achieve the effect of 'moving the array base'? Yes, but stability and duration are the biggest challenges..."

Each experiment represents a deep integration and innovation of the three master-level auxiliary skills.

What he is doing is fusing his vast knowledge reserves into a single furnace, forging the most solid prototype for his unprecedented "limit" martial arts path.

……

As night fell, a campfire fueled by psychic energy burned quietly in the center of the cave, dispelling some of the chill.

This is a rare moment of relaxation for the team.

"...Back when I was serving in the 'Shattered Star Belt,' I encountered something called a 'Void Jellyfish,'"

The veteran butcher took a swig of strong liquor and boasted, spittle flying everywhere, "That thing, it usually looks like a rag floating in space, but once you get close, hey, it can swallow you whole, spaceship and all!"

The inside of the stomach is a self-contained space, and the digestive juices are more toxic than aqua regia!

My cruiser, the 'Butcher,' was melted down into molten iron by it!

"Then how did you get out?"

Tammy's eyes widened like a curious child as she listened with great interest.

Nine years of military service filled him with longing for these bizarre and wonderful cosmic wonders.

"hey-hey,"

The butcher patted his chest triumphantly, "I detonated all three hundred 'Heart of the Sun' bombs I was carrying inside its belly! That thing was blown into the biggest firework in the universe! The sight was... wow..."

The crowd burst into good-natured laughter.

They all knew the butcher was exaggerating, but no one dared to call him out on it.

In such an uncertain environment, bragging and joking around are the best form of mental comfort.

Yunzhou, who had been silent and clad in silver armor, spoke up calmly: "The Void Jellyfish, scientifically known as the 'Kraken subspecies,' belongs to the space-type alien race."

Its stomach pouch is indeed connected to a subspace, but it is not stable.

According to the "Illustrated Compendium of All Races", the best way to deal with it is not by forceful explosion, but by using high-frequency spatial vibration weapons to disrupt the spatial structure of its stomach, thus easily escaping.

The Butcher's survival was largely due to luck; the psionic energy he unleashed happened to reach a certain resonant frequency.

He speaks slowly and clearly, always getting to the heart of the matter and demonstrating a profound knowledge beyond his years.

The butcher was taken aback, his old face flushed red, and he retorted with a stiff neck, "Theory is theory, and practice is practice! You've never been swallowed, so you don't know how dangerous it is inside!"

"Haha, that's true."

Yunzhou smiled slightly and stopped arguing.

His composure and nobility were hard to conceal even when he was wearing ordinary standard armor.

He is like a piece of jade that has been polished to an extremely smooth finish, maintaining its warmth and luster no matter how dirty the environment.

Qin Feng sat quietly to the side, listening to the chatter of the crowd while immersing his mind in his own inner world.

Deep within his sea of ​​consciousness, an extremely complex virtual intelligent model was quietly operating.

This model was entirely constructed from his terrifying mental power, which reached a quality of "pure black," and its structure was so precise that it far surpassed the intelligence created by ordinary mechanical races.

This was the prototype of the intelligent assistant he tailored for himself – “Tower of Babel”.

For the past nine years, Qin Feng has been constantly absorbing and analyzing the chaotic force field data of the outer island of the Island of Death and Fall.

This data would be a fatal distraction for other powerful individuals, but for him, who possessed the [Primordial Singularity], it was the most valuable nourishment.

The massive torrent of data was filtered, organized, and analyzed using the "Tower of Babel" to ultimately construct a complete and dynamic environmental model.

In this model, the direction of every spatial fault, the intensity of every psionic tide, and even the trajectory of every meteorite are all crystal clear.

This gave him an intimate knowledge of the environment of the Isle of Death, as if he had gained a "full-map view".

At the same time, this continuous data processing is itself a kind of tempering of the "Tower of Babel".

The chaotic force field, like a whetstone, constantly polished the "soul" of this purely spiritual creation, making its structure more and more stable and its intelligence level higher and higher.

Qin Feng's goal was clear: once the "Tower of Babel" was fully mature and possessed a true "self," he would not hesitate to devour and refine it, turning it into resources for the growth of his spiritual power.

This is the core and most domineering secret of "Intelligent Devouring Technique".

Besides the Tower of Babel, another preparation is also proceeding in an orderly manner.

Millions of kilometers away from the squad's camp, in a "junkyard" composed of countless metal wreckages, a robot whose appearance is indistinguishable from that of a mechanical warrior is lurking silently.

Its code name is "Thunderbolt".

This divine-level mechanical avatar, personally crafted by Qin Feng, is his sharpest blade planted in the shadows, and also his most perceptive pair of eyes for understanding the overall situation.

Over the course of nine years, "Thunderbolt" traversed almost every safe corner of the outer islands.

Like a most patient hunter, it recorded the activity patterns, personnel configurations, and even the combat habits of commanders of dozens of multi-race squads.

A detailed map of the outer islands, containing a wealth of important intelligence, has been completed in its database.

Before anyone could even notice, Qin Feng had already quietly completed his plan.

He knew very well that the calm was only temporary.

Beneath the calm surface, there are always turbulent undercurrents.

……

Accidents always happen unexpectedly.

During a routine transfer, the team discovered the ruins of a recent fierce battle at the core of a shattered planet.

Several wrecked bodies clad in human armor lay scattered on the cold ground.

Their deaths were extremely gruesome; some were cut in half at the waist, some had their skulls pierced, and some even had half their bodies melted by some kind of highly corrosive psychic energy.

A lingering scent of blood and despair still hung in the air.

The previously cheerful atmosphere instantly turned icy. Everyone fell silent, even their breathing became heavy.

Even for a veteran like the butcher, the smile had long since vanished, replaced by a sense of desolation and sorrow.

They silently collected the remains of their comrades, their movements gentle, as if afraid of disturbing the peaceful rest of the deceased.

"team leader……"

Tammy's voice trembled uncontrollably as he stared at the brutal scene before him, his lips pale. "We... what are we fighting here for?... Just to buy ourselves thirty thousand years?"

Long Zhan carefully put away the last identity plaque, remained silent for a long time, and then slowly turned around.

His gaze swept across the faces of each team member, his voice hoarse and deep.

"Our mission, besides delaying, is even more important... to survive."

Seeing the puzzled looks on everyone's faces, he continued to explain: "Or rather, our 'living' itself is a mission. Because, by living, we can prevent the enemy from obtaining something of utmost importance—the 'Mark of Resurrection'."

"Mark of Resurrection?"

Tammy repeated blankly.

"Yes."

Long Zhan nodded and deployed the tactical light screen.

"The laws of the Island of Death are very special. Here, whether it is us or all races, after killing an enemy, we can obtain a kind of spiritual energy called 'Mark'. This Mark has only one use - to resurrect the Marquis-level powerhouses who fell on the 'Inner Island'."

His voice became extremely solemn as he spoke, enunciating each word clearly:

"Killing a Limitless Black Hole level enemy grants one mark. Half-step Divine Forbidden level grants three marks. True Divine Forbidden level grants ten marks."

"As for the Domain Lord level, there are ten lower-level Domain Lords, thirty intermediate-level Domain Lords, one hundred advanced-level Domain Lords, and three hundred peak Domain Lords."

“But,” Long Zhan’s fist clenched suddenly, a bloodthirsty glint in his eyes, “to resurrect a Marquis-level senior who perished on the inner island, all that’s needed is… a mark.”

boom!
This brutal exchange rate was like a bombshell, exploding in everyone's minds.

Tammy's eyes widened instantly, her face filled with disbelief.

Killing a peak domain lord is enough to obtain three hundred marks, but these marks can revive three hundred marquis-level powerhouses!
This is a completely unequal war!
Long Zhan's voice grew increasingly low, as if he were telling a desperate truth: "The inner island is the true main battlefield that will determine the ownership of the Island of Death and Fall."

"Our human race has over a hundred ancestors there who were granted titles of nobility. They are the last line of defense for us, and the key to our human race's destiny for the next million years."

"But... just before our troops arrived, I received news that the resurrection marks of our predecessors were... almost exhausted."

"Now, at least thirty or forty of our predecessors who fell on the inner island are waiting for that life-saving mark to allow them to return to the battlefield."

"So, do you understand now?"

Long Zhan's gaze was like a knife, sweeping over everyone. "Our 'sacrificial pawn' unit, our more than one hundred small teams wandering the outer islands, the lives of every one of us are closely related to the battle situation on the inner islands!"

"For every day we live, the enemy gains one less mark that could revive their title of nobility!"

"Every enemy we kill, even if it's just the weakest extreme black hole, gives one more chance to be resurrected for one of our fallen predecessors!"

"Our goal over the past 30,000 years is not to passively wait, but to use our lives to accumulate the capital for the inner island to turn the tide!"
We must survive, we must stay here like nails!
At the same time, we must hunt down every enemy we see, like the hungriest wolves!

Inside the cave, there was a deathly silence.

Long Zhan's words were like a heavy hammer, striking everyone's hearts hard and shattering the despairing shell of "abandoned pawns," revealing the tragic and sacred core beneath.

It turns out they weren't abandoned.

They themselves are part of the hope.

A glint of light flashed in the depths of Qin Feng's eyes.

With the support of the Primal Singularity, his brain operated at an unprecedented speed, instantly reassessing his own strength.

The Primal Singularity provides near-infinite regenerative power, and the Twin Masks, bound to over a thousand god-level mechanical avatars, have brought about a qualitative change in amplification.

The combination of these two factors gave him true "immortality".

The conclusion is that no attack below the rank of Marquis can kill him in essence.

Even a peak domain lord, using a top-tier trapping and killing formation, can at most "trap" but cannot "kill".

His recovery speed will be faster than the opponent's destructive speed.

His core killing move, "Inch of Light," combined with his abnormal physical body and mental power, is powerful enough to threaten a high-level domain lord.

Ordinary high-level domain lords couldn't last more than a few rounds against him.

However, when facing true peak domain lords, especially those monsters who have been immersed in the peak domain lord level for many years, or even those who have one foot in the "forbidden" realm, his attack power seems somewhat inadequate.

Facing ordinary peak domain lords, or domain lords at the half-step divine restriction level, he can guarantee his own survival and remain invincible.

However, if one encounters a top-tier domain lord who has stepped into the "forbidden realm of gods," the possibility of perishing is not zero if the other party uses special means to restrict them.

On this battlefield of the outer island, as long as he is not besieged by multiple peak-level domain lords of the Divine Forbidden Realm who possess powerful trapping and killing methods, he has an absolute ability to survive.

He, all by himself, is an army.

He alone could become the largest source of "resurrection marks" for the elders of the inner island!
An unprecedented fighting spirit began to slowly rise in Qin Feng's chest.

Meanwhile, Tammy was stunned into silence by this cruel and tragic truth.

He stared blankly at his hands, feeling for the first time the heavy responsibility they carried.

It turns out that every time he activated the secret treasure and helped the team escape, he was not only saving his own life, but also weakening the enemy's power for the Marquis-level senior he had never met.

His existence is meaningful.

He is a... true warrior.

An indescribable sense of mission welled up from the bottom of Tammy's heart, washing away the fear and confusion of the past nine years.

His gaze grew increasingly resolute.

The atmosphere inside the cave was oppressive, but no longer hopeless.

A flame called "mission" reignited in everyone's eyes.

……

[Date of entrance/exit closure: 1 year, 0 months, 0 days]

Nine years have passed quietly amidst constant shifts and tense nerves.

For cultivators who often secluded themselves for thousands of years, this was nothing more than a fleeting moment.

But on this land soaked in blood and death, every day felt like an eternity of torment.

The temporary camp inside the asteroid was just as rudimentary as it had been nine years ago, except that there were new carvings on the rock walls, and the faint smell of blood in the air seemed to be stronger, settling into some kind of indelible background.

The members of the 78th Squad sat together, conducting their daily routine of rest and intelligence exchange.

Captain Long Zhan was assigning patrol routes for the next month in a deep voice. Veteran "Butcher" was maintaining his nicked giant axe. Yun Zhou closed his eyes to rest, a faint silver light swirling around his fingertips, as if he were deducing something.

Tammy, the young nobleman who seemed out of place nine years ago, is now much more composed.

His golden soft armor was no longer brand new; several jagged scratches were left on the edges, medals for his numerous brushes with death.

He was focused on replenishing his hidden treasure with spiritual energy, his expression serious, no longer showing the arrogance and panic he had when he first arrived.

Nine years of guerrilla warfare had already forged them into a true unit.

Together they evaded the pursuit of a peak domain lord, together they fought back against a team of enemies at the God-Forbidden level in dire straits, and together they buried their comrades who had unfortunately perished in battle.

Even the seemingly most ordinary "Qin" earned everyone's respect with his unpredictable array formation skills and his ability to provide accurate intelligence at crucial moments.

Unbeknownst to anyone, his so-called "hobby" had long since woven into an intelligence network covering the entire outer island war zone.

The camp was quiet, with only the faint hum of the psionic life support device.

This tacit understanding and tranquility, forged on the edge of life and death, is their only solace in this desolate land.

However, at this moment.

Om-!
Buzz buzz—!
An unprecedented and violent tremor came without warning from the communication jade talisman on everyone's waist.

That wasn't a regular communication request, but a mandatory wide-area link with the highest privileges. The material of the jade talisman itself groaned under the impact of this violent spiritual energy, and even tiny spiderweb cracks appeared on its surface.

The team members' expressions changed drastically, and they instantly stopped everything they were doing.

Long Zhan frowned, the Butcher gripped his battle axe, and Yun Zhou suddenly opened his eyes, shooting out two beams of light.

What happened? Was the headquarters taken down?
Or did the Allied Forces of All Races launch a general offensive that affected the entire outer island?

Before they could make any guesses, a roar that seemed to tear apart souls and shatter stars, carrying endless, almost tangible, raging fury, exploded from the small jade talisman and echoed deep within everyone's soul!
The owner of that voice was none other than the commander-in-chief of the human forces on the outer island, a peak domain lord expert, "Azure Wolf"!
"Everyone, listen up!"

The roar was like an invisible giant hammer, slamming into everyone's hearts, and dust fell from the hard rock walls of the camp.

The wolf's voice contained an undisguised ferocity and killing intent, like a primordial beast that had been provoked to its extreme.

"You'd better hold out in this godforsaken place for 30,000 years!"

Every word he uttered seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying the texture of clashing swords and filled with an unquestionable, iron-willed determination.

"Don't you dare try to sneak away through the not-yet-completely-closed exit! Those are deserters! Traitors to the human race! I'll kill them all on sight!"

These words instantly froze the atmosphere in the camp.

The veterans' eyes sharpened like knives as they thought of the cowards who deserted their posts in past wars—a disgrace no soldier could tolerate.

The wolf's anger had not subsided; on the contrary, it had intensified. His voice suddenly rose, filled with the rage of betrayal and extreme exhaustion.

"And another thing! I've been working tirelessly day and night, analyzing the situation and planning every possible escape route for you, all so that you can survive!"
My brain performs trillions of calculations per second, and I dare not be distracted for even a moment!
But there are always some incredibly powerful 'benefactors' who manage to get the message from the Holy Academy to Lao Tzu's jade talisman!

This passage contained a wealth of information, causing even the most astute individuals like Long Zhan and Yun Zhou to suddenly shrink in surprise.

They could hear the heavy sense of responsibility in Canglang's words, and even more so, the boundless anger stirred up by the pressure from higher-ups.

The commander-in-chief was actually forced to resort to this method of venting and warning!
As expected, Canglang's next words were like a thunderclap, exploding in the deathly silent camp.

"He wants me to make an exception and let his precious son leave through the exit that's about to close?!"

Are you willing to sacrifice the lives of hundreds or thousands of soldiers to create an opening for him alone?!

Bah! I'm making sure his son goes to the front lines! To fight the toughest battles!

"My precious son"... "My benefactor"...

The moment those two words were uttered, the air in the entire camp seemed to be sucked out, plunging into a suffocating silence.

Everyone froze.

The butcher's hand, which was maintaining the battle axe, was suspended in mid-air. An incredulous look appeared on Long Zhan's resolute face, and even Yun Zhou, who had always been calm and composed, frowned deeply.

A series of puzzled gazes, as if drawn by some invisible force, slowly and simultaneously focused on the same figure.

Thai rice.

The young man whose eyes still shone with pride when he mentioned his father who died in battle nine years ago.

The emperor's son, clad in magnificent golden armor, stood out starkly from this bloody battlefield.

The howl of the wolf continued, each word like a resounding slap across Taimi's face, and also slapping the hearts of all the warriors who heard it.

"I won't name names! Now that we're in, anyone who dares to undermine morale, no matter who it is, will be executed by military law!"

"This is the fucking front line! It's not a place for you to gild your resume! If you want to go back to your mother, either wait 30,000 years and go back with a full set of merits, or I'll personally send your ashes back in 30,000 years!"

"I don't care if your father is an emperor or a king with connections! Once we get to Death Island, dragons will coil up and tigers will lie low! You're all my soldiers!"

boom!
As the last sentence, filled with supreme authority and iron discipline, fell, the violent spiritual energy in the communication jade talisman instantly dissipated.

The camp was deathly silent.

You can hear the needle drop.

The only sound was the hum of the life support device, which now sounded incredibly jarring.

All eyes were fixed on Tammy.

In those gazes, the veterans of the "Fleshcutters" chapter made no attempt to hide their suspicion, but there was also a hint of confusion.

They were the lowest-ranking soldiers, spending their lives fighting against foreign tribes, and what they hated most was this privileged class that used their power to break military regulations.

In their view, such behavior was tantamount to stabbing all their comrades who were fighting bloody battles in the back.

There were complex expressions in the eyes of elite soldiers from various cosmic nations.

They come from military families and understand the helplessness of high-level power struggles, but they also cannot accept such behavior that undermines morale.

This is about honor, and it's about a soldier's most basic bottom line.

Of course they believed in Tammy. They had witnessed Tammy's growth over the past nine years. However, the incident did happen and enraged the commander-in-chief.

We're just waiting for an explanation from Tammy.

Captain Long Zhan stared intently.

Over the past nine years, he has watched Taimi gradually shed his naivety and grow into a qualified soldier. He once thought that this rough gem had been polished by the flames of war.

But now, the howl of the wolf has almost shattered all his recognition and expectations.

He needs an explanation!
Even Yunzhou, who had always acted as if he were indifferent to worldly affairs, was just quietly looking at him at this moment. Beneath that calm gaze, there was a hint of indescribable estrangement.

Only Qin Feng remained seated in the corner, his expression calm, as if he were detached from the situation.

He simply observed quietly, watching everyone at the center of the storm, and every subtle change in their emotions.

"Shh!"

Tammy's face turned deathly pale in an instant, devoid of any color.

His body trembled violently, as if all his strength had been drained away, and even breathing became difficult.

He could clearly feel that those gazes that once represented trust, recognition, and camaraderie had now turned into sharp knives, piercing his heart and shattering his dignity and pride.

Shame overwhelmed him instantly, like a flood bursting its banks.

It turns out that, without his own knowledge, he had already been branded with the shameful marks of "privilege" and "deserter reserve".

It turns out that his nine years of growth and struggle may have been nothing more than a carefully planned "gilding" journey in the eyes of others.

A surge of immense anger and resentment welled up from the depths of his heart, instantly turning his pale face bright red.

He is not a coward!
He was afraid of death, but he never thought of deserting!

Over the past nine years, he has teetered on the brink of death several times. He has personally killed enemies at the level of God-Forbidden, and he has also been seriously injured while covering his teammates.

He thought he had proven himself through his actions, integrated into the group, and become a true warrior!

But now, everything has been reduced to its original state.

"Kid, we've seen it all these years, and I choose to believe you. I just have one question for you: is this what you asked for?"

A cold, hoarse voice broke the suffocating silence.

It means "butcher".

The veteran from the Fleshcutters stood up, his massive frame casting a huge shadow that enveloped Tammy.

Although the giant axe in his hand was not drawn, the murderous aura honed from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood pressed down on Tammy as if it were a tangible force.

Everyone looked at Tammy, waiting for his answer.

"I...I don't know..."

He finally managed to squeeze out a few words, his voice dry and hoarse.

His eyes were filled with confusion and pain, like a lost child.

"To be honest, at the beginning, I wanted to serve my country with utmost loyalty. I was really driven by passion... I never expected... I never expected it to be so cruel."

"I admit that after arriving here and witnessing the cruelty of war, I considered leaving."

"But I held back!"

"Time and time again I've escaped death, time and time again I've worked together as a team, time and time again I've buried the remains of my compatriots, I don't want to leave anymore!"

“I swear, I didn’t let my mother send me out!”

His voice suddenly rose, filled with a sincere and urgent effort.

"For the past nine years, I've been mentally preparing myself, and I'm ready to fight!"
I even thought that if I really died here, it would be an honor for a human warrior!

Please believe me! Although I'm afraid of death, I'm willing to continue fighting, and I have absolutely no intention of leaving!

But Tammy's eyes were unusually firm.

The camp remained silent.

The butcher's weathered face was expressionless as he stared intently into Tammy's eyes, as if trying to see into his very soul.

However, the murderous aura emanating from him gradually subsided.

Finally, the butcher gave a heavy "hmm," which was taken as approval.

Then, he stretched out his large, calloused, and scarred hand and patted it heavily on Tammy's magnificent but battle-worn golden soft armor.

"boom!"

There was a muffled sound.

This action, though devoid of any comfort, is more powerful than any words.

It represents a veteran's most direct judgment of a new recruit—he believed Tammy's words.

(End of this chapter)