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Hong Qitian's words instantly stirred up waves in the solemn circular conference hall.

Wow——!
The silence that the audience had been trying so hard to maintain was instantly shattered.

An uncontrollable uproar surged forth like a tidal wave.

Although everyone present was a seasoned veteran, a high-ranking general or representative of the leadership.

But when they heard the words "final battle".

He still couldn't help but reveal a hint of panic.

This war lasted for several years and claimed the lives of countless compatriots.

Its final chapter was surprisingly abrupt.
The curtain was suddenly raised when they were not fully prepared.
however.

This nascent commotion did not last long.

An arm was raised, attracting everyone's attention.

The person raising his hand was a federal general with five stars on his shoulder.

He remained unmoved by the commotion around him.

It was as if this day had already been incorporated into the trajectory of fate.

"General Hong, we have long anticipated the arrival of the decisive battle. This is the inevitable end of a war for the survival of our race."

"But intelligence must not be lost, and preparations must not be taken lightly."

"We need to know what your basis for judgment is, and what kind of time concept you mean by 'not too long'?"

"We need a relatively specific timeframe to coordinate the overall situation and make the most efficient preparations and deployments."

These words instantly calmed down those around him who were somewhat unsettled by the sudden news.

Yes, panic and confusion solve nothing.

The decisive battle will come sooner or later; it's just a matter of time.

Since we're here, we can only face it with equanimity.

The most important thing right now is to understand the situation and make preparations as quickly as possible.

Countless gazes once again focused on Hong Qitian.

This time, however, there was less panic in his eyes.

Hong Qitian looked at the general who asked the question, his expression unchanged, as if he had expected this question.

He nodded slightly, his tone remaining steady:

"No one can give a precise answer as to the exact date. The initiative in the war is not entirely in our hands."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the entire room.

"But based on all the information we currently have, as well as inferences from the highest levels."

"The Mark of That Day."

He raised his hand and pointed beyond the dome of the venue, toward the black crack that stretched across everyone's heads.

"The day it reopens will signify the official start of the final battle!"

"And the opening time of the Heaven's Scar"

Hong Qitian deliberately slowed down his voice here, ensuring that every word was clearly imprinted in everyone's hearts.

"At most, there are still six months left."

"Six months."

When this specific time was mentioned, the meeting room fell silent.

No one gasped anymore, no one whispered anymore, only heavy breathing filled the air.

Half a year, more than 180 days and nights.

That sounds like quite a long time.

But for a final battle that requires mobilizing the entire race and is crucial to the survival of civilization...

This amount of time is so tight it's almost suffocating.

The five-star general who asked the question showed no surprise upon hearing the answer. He simply lowered his raised arm, sat up straight, and slowly closed his eyes.

His face was calm, as if he were simply confirming an answer he already knew.

At this moment, what I'm thinking about is how to make the most of these limited six months.

To maximize the war potential of the troops under their command.

His calmness was infectious to those around him.

After a brief silence, a dense and rapid murmur of discussion began to spread like a plague throughout the venue.

"Only six months left"

"130 million, for six months."

"Logistics supply lines must be replanned immediately! Priorities must be completely adjusted!"

"The training period for new recruits must be forcibly shortened!"

"All registered martial artists in all martial arts schools must be recruited!"

"The coordinated combat plan of the believers needs to be refined immediately down to each combat unit!"

No one questioned the veracity of the news anymore.

No one questioned the basis for their inferences.

At this level, some sources of information are beyond their reach.

What they can do, and what they must do.

It means to believe unconditionally and take immediate action.

The entire Great Hall instantly fell into a tense yet orderly atmosphere of amusement, with every general and delegate immediately taking out their mobile phones.

He lowered his voice and spoke rapidly, issuing a series of instructions to his deputy and the staff.

Everyone knows that resources are limited in the final battle.

Taking action sooner will give us more strength, and in the final battle, we may have a better chance of winning.

In this suddenly bustling atmosphere.

The location of the A7 war zone seems somewhat out of place.

Wei Banmeng, Chu Kuanglan, Lin Kang, Su Wanqing, Xiao Jiu, Jiang Qi.
These are the core leadership of the Dawn Legion and the City of Injustice.

After the initial shock, a profound silence fell over them.

They looked at each other, and in each other's eyes they saw the undisguised worry and a faint sense of emptiness.

At this final moment that will determine the fate of humanity.

That has always been regarded as the soul.

He was even secretly regarded by many as a key figure who could turn the tide of the war.
Fang Qingyu, however, remains missing.

More than two years.

They held out alone for more than two years, winning countless tough battles and defending the A7 war zone, becoming one of the sharpest spears and the strongest shields of the Great Wall at sea.

They have already proven that they do not have Fang Qingyu.

It is also a formidable and battle-hardened army.

but.
This time is different.

This is the final battle.

It is an ultimate war that will stake everything on humanity and the future of the entire civilization.

In wars at this level, the power of an individual may be insignificant.

However, the morale boost and strategic deterrence brought about by the existence of a top-tier combat force and a leader capable of creating miracles are immeasurable.

If Fang Qingyu were here
What ideas will he bring up at the strategy meeting?

How will he deploy the Dawn Legion, this sharp blade, to tear apart the Ghost of Fate?

Will he step forward again and strike the enemy's most powerful being with that stunningly beautiful blade?
These thoughts swirled uncontrollably in everyone's minds.

It's not that they lack confidence in themselves.

Under such immense pressure, they subconsciously yearn for that figure who always brings surprises and reassurance to stand in front of them.

Silence isolated this small area of ​​the A7 war zone from the surrounding noise.

Just as this oppressive silence was about to solidify into a tangible form.

A cool, calm voice broke the silence.

It's Jiang Wei.

She sat upright in her seat, her red eyes calmly gazing into the empty space ahead, as if talking to herself, or perhaps reminding everyone present:

"If Aoko were here, seeing us like headless flies, only thinking about relying on him, she would definitely be very disappointed."

These words, though spoken softly, resonated deeply in the hearts of Wei Banmeng, Chu Kuanglan, and the others.

Yes, what are they doing?
With the decisive battle approaching, the entire army is racing against time to prepare, yet here they are anxious and at a loss because of Fang Qingyu's absence.

Isn't this the greatest betrayal of Fang Qingyu?

Wouldn't that be a dereliction of duty to the soldiers who trusted them, and to the countless fellow human beings behind them?

Xiao Jiu took a deep breath, and her eyes, which always carried a hint of aloofness, instantly sharpened.

Her gaze swept quickly over the other war zone officers around her, who were frantically grabbing people and resources in hushed tones, all clutching their phones. With a hint of urgency, she whispered to her companions beside her:

"We can't stand idly by any longer! Immediately issue the order to start scrambling for people and supplies! Raise it to the highest priority! Any later and we'll miss out on everything!"

Upon hearing this, Wei Banmeng and the others immediately tensed up and followed Xiao Jiu's gaze to look around.

At that moment, the entire Great Hall of the People seemed to have been transformed into a wartime stock exchange.

Almost all the officers were shouting into their phones, the content of which was nothing more than this.
"No matter what method you use, intercept those newly awakened seedlings!"

"Equipment! Prioritize supplying our war zone with the latest 'Binding Sky' III model!"

"We'll negotiate with headquarters again regarding the quotas for Life Beads and Blood Crystals! Let them know that A7 is the main force! Main forces deserve the treatment of main forces!"

This scene instantly shattered the last trace of hesitation and doubt in Wei Banmeng and the others' hearts.

The reality is so cruel.

Resources are limited; if you're slow, someone else will snatch them away.

In a decisive battle, this means more casualties and a lower chance of winning.

"quick!"

Lin Kang gave a low shout and was the first to pull out his phone.

"Contact the logistics department and conscript all reserve warriors!"

"Notify the arsenal, we need it." "Where's the person liaising with the Federal Academy of Sciences? Inquire about that batch of new equipment immediately."

In an instant, the A7 war zone also sprang into action.

Wei Banmeng, Xiao Jiu, Jiang Qi, and everyone else immediately picked up their phones.

He rapidly issued various instructions to his subordinates.

The entire Great Hall of the People was plunged into the most chaotic yet most efficient ten minutes after the meeting began.

Hong Qitian stood on the podium, watching the scene below resembling a frenzy at a vegetable market. He didn't say anything to stop it; instead, a hint of barely perceptible satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

This is the effect he wants.

This news must create pressure, and that pressure must be immediately transformed into motivation.

Apparently, he succeeded.

Ten minutes later, when the instructions from various locations had been largely issued, the noise in the meeting room gradually subsided.

Although everyone's face was solemn like never before.

But his eyes had regained the composure befitting a soldier.

Hong Qitian then gently tapped the microphone, drawing everyone's attention back.

"Alright, everyone," his voice rang out again, "this is just the first piece of news. The detailed overall combat readiness plan, the task allocation for each war zone, and the resource allocation rules will be encrypted and distributed to the various war zone command headquarters in the next twelve hours."

After those words were spoken, the Great Hall of the People fell completely silent.

Everyone knew that the main event was yet to come.

The initial mobilization has been completed.

Next comes the real strategic deployment.

Seeing that everyone's attention was focused again, Hong Qitian did not delay any longer and directly moved on to the next topic: "The following news is not bad news. It mainly focuses on summarizing and correcting the problems exposed in the various war zones since the start of the full-scale war over the past two and a half years."

The screen behind him lit up again.

It presents a complex battlefield deployment map and various data analyses.

"This is the first time that all mankind has put aside past grievances and worked together to fight the same enemy."

"We learned about war in the course of war and achieved brilliant results, but we also paid a heavy price and exposed many problems."

"For example, the defensive depth of Zone A3 was flawed, and it was nearly breached during the third large-scale assault. The coordination between Cultists and Warriors in Zone B7 was below average, causing unnecessary internal resource depletion. The Dragon's Spine region, as the core, bore excessive pressure, and its rotation mechanism needs optimization."

Hong Qitian began to analyze the specific problems existing in each war zone one by one.

It also put forward strict rectification requirements and a clear timetable.

He didn't give anyone any face.

The problems pointed out were all incisive and hit the nail on the head.

The entire meeting proceeded in an extremely serious and pragmatic atmosphere.

The heads of each theater command carefully recorded the issues belonging to their respective theater commands.

No one raised any objections.

Because everyone knows that in the face of the final battle...

Any flaw can be magnified infinitely, leading to a complete collapse.

If a problem is discovered now, there is still a chance to correct it.

On the battlefield, all that remains are lessons learned in blood.

This strategic meeting concerns the fate of the future.

It took almost two hours to finish before it was called off.

When Hong Qitian finally announced the end of the meeting, almost everyone closed their notebooks at the same time, stood up solemnly, and there was no small talk or exchange.

Like gusts of wind, they hurriedly walked out of the venue.

It felt as if a huge rock was pressing on everyone's heart.

Half a year!

The day the Heavenly Rift reopens will be the day of our final stand.

The information conveyed at this meeting was too much, and too heavy.

It's not just about adjusting military deployments in various war zones.

It also involves the emergency mobilization of all cities in the rear, the control of supplies, the evacuation plan for the public, and most importantly...
The final rallying of morale.

Everyone understood that this time, the world was truly about to change.

The future of human civilization will be completely determined in the decisive battle six months from now.

If we win.

There's not much to say; humanity will eventually usher in its own world.

As for defeat...
The best outcome would be a complete retreat, abandoning most of the territory, eking out a living in a few fortresses, and waiting for the inevitable final destruction.

……

Wei Banmeng and the others followed the flow of people outwards.

As they walked, Wei Banmeng suddenly turned her head and looked at Lin Kang beside her.

He asked softly, "Shouldn't the martial arts school in Qingjian City be relocated by now?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Kang paused slightly, a complex expression appearing on his face.

He nodded at first, then shook his head with a wry smile: "Do you think Zheng Lin and the others would be willing to follow the arrangements and move to the relatively safe Arctic rear?"

He seemed to be conjuring up some image, and a warm yet helpless smile involuntarily appeared on his lips: "I bet if Aoko were here right now, she would personally go and demand that they retreat to the Arctic."

"Given Zheng Lin's temper, she'd probably grab Qingzi by the ear right there and ask him if he's gotten too big for his britches and dares to look down on these old fogies."

"She is absolutely capable of saying that."

Upon hearing this, Qi Hao, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but chuckle.

The image of Fang Qingyu being pulled by the ear by Zheng Lin, looking helpless and not daring to resist, seemed to appear before my eyes.

Yes, even though Fang Qingyu is now a top expert renowned throughout the Federation.

But in front of Zheng Lin
If anyone dares to mess with her, Zheng Lin won't care about anything else.

Qi Hao's smile seemed to break the heavy shackles in everyone's hearts.

A slight smile appeared on everyone's face.

The oppressive feeling brought about by the news of the decisive battle and Fang Qingyu's absence.

In this joke imbued with warm memories.

It was subtly diluted a little.

……

at the same time.

Behind the podium, in a heavily guarded office.

After announcing the adjournment of the meeting, Hong Qitian did not speak to anyone and went straight back here.

He pushed open the heavy soundproof door, but the scene inside made him pause slightly.

Old Master Hong Qitian was sitting alone on a large sofa.

A hand covered in age spots pressed hard against the forehead, the knuckles turning slightly white from the pressure.

The old man's eyes were tightly closed, but his slightly trembling eyebrows and tightly pursed lips revealed that he was suppressing a raging fire of anger.

And in the open space in front of Hong Qitian.

A person was kneeling there in an extremely humble posture, prostrating himself on the ground.

His forehead pressed tightly against the cold floor, unwilling to get up.

Hong Qitian noticed that near the spot where the man's forehead touched the floor, there were several dried and dark bloodstains.

Clearly, this is the person kneeling.

He had kowtowed forcefully not long ago, and more than once.

Hong Qitian recognized this person.

Gu Hanpeng is a senior top-tier fifth-order powerhouse within the Federation. He is incredibly strong and has made outstanding contributions in the early battles to defend the Divine Passage.

More importantly, the Gu family behind him has deep roots and immense power within the Federation, making them a true elite family.

Given his status and power, the fact that he is kneeling here so shamelessly must mean that something extraordinary has happened.

Hong Qitian frowned slightly, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart.

He instinctively stepped forward, wanting to help Gu Hanpeng up first.

No matter what happened, it was still somewhat inappropriate for a fifth-tier expert and a veteran with great achievements to act in this manner.

However, he had only just begun to move.

Hong Qitian, who was on the sofa, suddenly opened his eyes. His usually cloudy eyes stared intently at Gu Hanpeng, who was kneeling on the ground, and he forced out a rebuke through gritted teeth:
Don't help this coward!

Hong Qitian froze instantly.

She looked at her father with some surprise.

He rarely saw his father so out of control, expressing his disgust and anger toward someone so unabashedly.

Especially for a person who has made great contributions to humanity.

Upon hearing this rebuke, Gu Hanpeng, who was kneeling on the ground, trembled violently and suddenly raised his head.

His forehead was covered in blood and gore, and his face was a mixture of blood and a near-obsessive excitement.

He looked at Hong Qitian and explained in a hoarse voice:
"Elder Hong! Elder Hong! Please let me explain! My idea is not to desert! Not to live a life of ignominy! I... I'm thinking about the future of human civilization!! We can't put all our eggs in one basket! We need to leave hope! Leave seeds behind!!"

Upon hearing these words, anger once again surged uncontrollably onto Hong Qitian's old face.

The old man suddenly stood up from the sofa. Because of the sudden movement, his body even swayed slightly, which startled Hong Qitian. He instinctively stepped forward to help him, but Hong Qitian pushed him away.

Hong Qitian pointed at Gu Hanpeng's nose, his voice trembling slightly, and angrily cursed:
"Bullshit! Running away with a small group of so-called elites, abandoning billions of compatriots behind you, and this is what you call 'for the future of humanity'?! This is your Gu family's 'far-sighted planning'?!"

"Then tell me! Tell me!!"

"Where do you place those billions of people who trust us and entrust their lives and fortunes to us?! What do you take them for?! A burden that you can discard at will?!"

Hong Qitian's roar echoed throughout the office.

Hong Qitian frowned slightly as he listened.

At this moment, he finally noticed the documents that Hong Qitian had thrown to the ground next to him.

The cover of the document had several large characters printed on it.

Feasibility Report and Preliminary Implementation Plan for the "Human Spark" Project (End of this chapter)