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Chapter 375 Sealing the Rift! (Please Subscribe)

After Butcher and his men disembarked from the armed transport helicopter fully armed, they spotted the dwarves.

Unmanned equipment deployed around the area has begun to probe, and many probers have discovered the slain dark creatures, as well as signs of slaughter nearby.

After listening to the messages in their earpieces and confirming that this was indeed a battlefield and not a decoy battlefield, Butcher and his team arrived.

The butcher followed standard procedures for tactical coordination.

The dwarf in the lead suddenly waved his hand, his full beard trembling.

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"Human friends!" he said in a deep voice, his gaze sweeping over the butcher and the power armored warrior behind him as if he were examining a few roughly made pieces of iron. "You've come too late this time."

The butcher's brow twitched, suppressing his displeasure, and he said in a deep voice, "Hello, we are—"

"Alright, alright, no need for introductions." The dwarf seemed extremely impatient, hoisting a warhammer thicker than his calf onto his shoulder. "Don't stand blocking the way at the cave entrance. Follow behind us. You're responsible for clearing out any stragglers and cleaning up the battlefield. From now on, you can block the entrance here."

Blocking the door?

As the butcher pondered this, the leading dwarf, without turning his head, led a group of equally taciturn dwarf warriors behind him and plunged headlong into the bottomless underground entrance.

"What the hell is going on?!" A young soldier behind the butcher almost cursed out loud.

"Shut up!" the butcher hissed, connecting the communication with the rear command post. He tried to keep his tone calm: "Report, we've made contact with Mai Jun. The enemy is under our command—follow behind, clean up the battlefield, and keep watch on the gate."

He spoke the last few words with some difficulty.

Commander Man's concise and forceful voice came through the communicator: "Then follow! Let the robot troops lead the way, maintaining a safe distance!"

"yes!"

An order is an order.

The butcher turned off the communication and made a hand gesture to the combat units behind him.

Heavy metallic footsteps echoed as two squads of robot warriors filed in, their steps perfectly synchronized.

They were standard cannon fodder, scouts, and the first line of defense for Butcher and his elite force.

These are the rules for the pioneering team's operations, especially when facing these powerful and mysterious friends; they are ironclad rules that must be followed.

The Butcher and his men followed behind the robot army, stepping into the abandoned fortifications that had been forcibly breached.

The passageway was surprisingly spacious, large enough for three humanoid power armor suits to walk side by side, unlike the narrow passageways traditional to dwarves.

The walls are covered with rough chisel marks from knives and axes, and they look very new, indicating that the passage has been expanded to some extent.

"Boss, what kind of situation is this?" a teammate complained in the team chat. "They're charging into battle while we're just watching from behind. We're so embarrassed."

"Enough with the nonsense," the butcher's voice was cold and hard. "I know none of us want to be cowards, but these are orders from above. Keep your eyes peeled and be vigilant."

The team members then fell silent.

As you went further in, the smell of blood became increasingly strong.

The corpses of dark creatures were everywhere along the way.

Some were cut in half at the waist, with smooth, mirror-like cuts; others had their entire chest cavity violently smashed open, with internal organs and bone fragments scattered all over the ground.

There was also an enormous monster with the appearance of a fusion of an ogre and a minotaur, half of its head was rotten.

The butcher slowed his pace.

He crouched down and examined a corpse.

As an elite member of the Sakura Slaughtering Brigade, he immediately saw through the trick.

These wounds were all fatal, delivered with a single blow.

There were no unnecessary movements, no signs of entanglement, and no scorch marks from energy weapons.

Pure, overwhelming physical force.

He quickly reviewed the situation in his mind. If it were his squad facing an enemy of this size and strength in this narrow underground passage, even if everyone was equipped with the latest power armor, the casualties would be at least 30% after a fierce battle.

But along the way, they only saw enemy corpses.

There are no dwarfs.

Not a drop of blood, not a single piece of armor.

This is no longer a battle; it's a one-sided massacre!

As they got closer, they discovered some gun shell casings.

It seems the dwarves' infiltration attempt failed, forcing them to resort to gunfire, turning their infiltration attack into a full-scale assault.

Just as the butcher was shaken, a deafening roar suddenly came from the depths of the passage. The sound was full of violence and madness, and was far superior to the previous minions.

Immediately afterwards, the gruff voice of the leading dwarf, for the first time carrying a hint of solemnity, rang out in the butcher's ears through the makeshift communicator they had left behind.

"Hey! Humans behind us! We've run into something big! Watch out!"

Having said that, the dwarves rushed over and quickly disappeared!

The butcher gritted his teeth: "Let's speed things up too!"

The others quickly followed, while the engineers who set up the signal devices rapidly deployed the communication network.

At the Time-Space Gate base, the tactical action cameras worn by the soldiers transmitted everything back to the outside world.

Inside the passage, the remains of dark creatures were piled up like mountains, numbering well over a thousand.

The thick, black blood had almost completely contaminated the area.

Su Mingjin saw that many corpses had been torn into irregular pieces by large-caliber machine guns, and internal organs and tissue fluids covered the rock walls. The scene was so bloody that even veteran soldiers who had been through many battles felt their stomachs churn.

Even if she wasn't there, she could sense that the air in the cave was filled with a nauseating smell of burnt and putrid odor.

As the soldiers wearing tactical cameras rounded the last corner, a bright and open view suddenly appeared before them.

A huge underground cavern, resembling a slaughterhouse of flesh and blood.

The shockwaves from the explosion, the torn limbs, and the black magic circle that had been violently destroyed and was radiating ominous energy all indicated that a fierce battle had just taken place here.

The most striking feature is the five-meter-high, constantly twisting, spacetime rift that stands on one side of the cave, resembling shards of glass and seemingly leading to another world!

A dozen or so dwarves were silently carrying out battlefield discipline, using battle axes or bomb guns to finish off the still convulsing dark creatures one by one, their movements swift and decisive, without the slightest hint of emotion.

"Human friends, you've finally arrived."

A dwarf approached; it was Gazul, whom they had met before, but now, having just experienced a massacre, his aura was more composed.

Suppressing his shock, the butcher saluted: "Honorable dwarven friends, we have been ordered to provide support. This fissure—is it a path to the enemy's lair?"

So this is what guarding the gate is like!

His gaze was fixed on the crack, and his heart began to pound uncontrollably.

"That's right." Lin Li, transformed into Gaizul, nodded, pointing to something covered by a canvas in a distant corner. "Thanks for your intrusion; they're very useful for clearing out the minions!"

The canvas was ripped open by another dwarf, revealing what was underneath.

A sharp, umbrella-shaped emblem was branded onto the metal casing; its familiar design made the Butcher and all the human soldiers behind him hold their breath for a moment.

So these people are using their weapons of truth here?

The butcher's Adam's apple bobbed: "What are you trying to do—"

"Let's blow their place upside down," Gaizul grinned.

A surge of adrenaline rushed to the butcher's head; he felt his blood boiling: "We will fully cooperate with your operation!"

Damn it, we finally found the enemy's home base and fought our way there!

Horses trample cherry blossoms, vanquishing evil and destroying demons!

"No, it's not about cooperation." Gaizul shook his head. "Your task is to clean up the battlefield and guard the gate."

After saying that, he ignored the stunned butcher and waved to the dwarves behind him.

Several dwarves heaved as they lifted the weapon of truth and roughly tied pieces of dark creatures to the projectile, seemingly as a disguise.

Then, the Butcher watched in disbelief as they activated the weapon and set a countdown. Under the horrified gaze of the Butcher and the others, they threw the thing into the spacetime rift like a shot put.

"Holy crap!" The Butcher's mind went blank; he almost thought he'd misheard. "Just throw it over there? That's a megaton-yield weapon of mass destruction! Won't the shockwave blow this place up too?"

"Don't worry." Gaizul glanced at him. "This is a spacetime rift, separated by a cosmic membrane. You think the cosmic membrane is made of paper? You think this little thing can shake it?"

When Lin Li bombed the spacetime rift before, he was also terrified, but after the first weapon of truth was tested, it was confirmed that the destructive shockwave from the other world could not reach here.

Just as they were speaking, a silent, intense light flashed from the depths of the spacetime rift, causing the entire rift to distort.

The butcher's voice was a little dry: "Exploded?"

"Hmm." Lin Li, who had transformed into Gaizul, dusted off his hands. "The threat of this rift is temporarily gone. You guys need to hurry up and clean this place up, act as gatekeepers, and reap the rewards here."

"Understood!" The butcher clenched his fist excitedly.

The most annoying thing about the steel torrent is the guerrilla warfare of searching for groundhogs all over the world; that would be extremely tiring!

With their increased firepower, what they enjoy most is blocking other people's doorsteps, killing one by one, or wiping out two by two!

Lin Li, now transformed into Gaizur, watched as the human warriors began directing robots to clean up flesh and blood, destroy energy arrays, and perform other tasks. He then glanced at the spacetime rift and processed the previous information in his mind.

[Your weapon of truth has inflicted devastating damage on the evil invaders from another world, granting you 300 points of Spacetime Essence.]

The other side of this spacetime rift is accelerating its opening; it will require 8000 Spacetime Essence to completely seal it.

8000 points of spacetime source matter?

Are they robbing us?

"Laplace's Demon, why is this rift, which looks about the same size as the last one, 40 times taller than the last spacetime rift? Lin Li hasn't been sitting idle these past few days."

In addition to the spacetime rift destroyed the first time, Lin Li found a total of three more rifts with the help of clues provided by Laplace's demon.

Because each time a rift is destroyed, a corresponding amount of spacetime source matter is obtained, Lin Li directly consumes source matter to seal off these places.

Yes, they are all within human territory.

Those who stayed in the elven or dwarven regions, however, were left untouched.

If they do it, how will the elves and dwarves repay the kindness of their human masters?

This is called strategy.

Lin Li originally thought that this place could be sealed off with a small amount of spacetime source matter, but who knew that it would suddenly surge.

Because the spacetime rift in this region is relatively fragile, even if it's sealed, the invaders can still open nearby rifts. Furthermore, they are attempting to expand this spacetime rift! To completely seal off the nearby spacetime rifts, more source matter is needed!

Lin Li frowned as he listened to Laplace's Demon's prompt.

"No wonder! It seems we still have a lot of work to do to solve all these problems!"

He absolutely cannot obtain that many spacetime source materials in a short period of time.

Left with no other choice, he had to opt for a compromise.

Gazul, the dwarf ancestor who had transformed into Linli, turned around and spoke.

"Human friend, although this battle is over, the enemy may launch a new attack at any time. Fortunately, the current spacetime rift is relatively small, and the enemy's heavy weapons and colossal creatures cannot enter."

"However—don't be too happy yet, everyone. The spacetime rift in this place is very stable, and we can't seal it off for the time being! Moreover, this place has already become a thorn in the side of the invaders' leader. Even if we dwarves wanted to pass through, we would have to pay a considerable price. Given their nature, they will soon be back."

He paused, his deep gaze seemingly piercing through the tactical camera worn by the butcher, and seeing behind him the commander of the steel torrent, Brigade Commander Man, as well as Su Mingjin and others.

"Gentlemen, for a long time to come, you must hold this place! Once we have mobilized our main forces, we will work together to completely seal this spacetime rift!"

"Dwarf friends, we will definitely complete our defensive mission!"

The butcher snapped to attention and answered.

Lin Li, now transformed into Gaizul, gave the Butcher a lot of instructions, from the key points of constructing the defensive positions to the weaknesses and strange abilities of the synthetic monster he had previously killed. He then left with his dwarf brethren who used energy transformation.

Commander Man and Su Mingjin kept a close eye on the Butcher's situation. As soon as the Butcher contacted headquarters, the order came down: clean up the battlefield, burn the flesh and blood, purify the environment, and set up a defensive line!

The butcher, seeing the relatively small space, arranged for an engineering survey team.

About ten minutes later, the engineering survey team's radar made a new discovery.

This underground base doesn't go deep underground. Because it's close to the river, the main structure is built near a small hill. If the reclamation team just digs out another seven or eight meters, they can directly connect to a wider area for development.

This means a wider field of fire! It means that humanity can build a more comprehensive and ruthless defense network!

"start!"

At the Butcher's command, the two hundred soldiers and six hundred robots who were merely bystanders instantly transformed into the most efficient war machines.

The engineering team arrived first, and the directional blasting team placed explosives at key points.

Amidst the muffled explosions, the rock walls and abandoned buildings that obstructed the firing line were precisely removed, and the prototype of a perfect circular defensive position was born.

Humanity's powerful firepower systems began to be moved into this underground fortress piece by piece.

The 12.7mm heavy machine guns that the soldiers originally carried were no longer even qualified to serve as sentries. They were directly replaced with uniform 20mm cannons, and there were even 40mm caseless ammunition launchers specifically designed to deal with heavily armored units.

Outside the breach blasted open by the engineers, rows of menacing Type 1130 close-in weapon systems were deployed.

This metallic storm, originally designed to intercept supersonic missiles, is now unleashing a barrage of tens of thousands of bullets per minute onto flesh and blood.

Beside them, several 75-caliber rapid-fire cannons, originally old-fashioned anti-aircraft guns, were silently aimed at the direction of the spacetime rift, equipped with thermite shells and other projectiles.

The entire underground space is over 30 meters high and nearly 400 meters wide. The construction team confirmed that it is very durable and large enough for these big guys to move around freely.

Human soldiers' flesh and blood are no different from paper under this density of fire, but that's not a problem at all.

Large numbers of military robots were deployed at the front lines, while soldiers retreated to more fortified positions in the rear, where they could remotely control these fearless and tireless steel golems to operate weapon platforms.

This is only the first line of defense.

On the perimeter, the second and third lines of defense are even more appalling.

Several high-powered directed-energy laser weapons are ready for deployment, and larger-caliber artillery has been angled and is ready to fire at any time.

A young soldier, observing the scene, smiled and touched the anti-tank mine in his hand, asking, "Squad leader, judging by this, are the enemies on the other side very strong?"

The veteran laid the large anti-personnel mines, marked them on his data tablet, and erected protective rings. Upon hearing this, he didn't even look up and cursed, "Even the strongest enemy is a carbon-based life form. Stop talking nonsense, check the markings, just make sure these things don't blow you up."

If these aren't considered outrageous, then the base spanning tens of kilometers, with several Truth Weapons with yields of tens of thousands of tons, and Truth Weapons simply buried nearby, are all in place and only need two layers of protection to be unlocked.

However, that's humanity's last resort. They won't activate these weapons unless absolutely necessary.

The weapon of truth is powerful, but it is a deadly weapon that wipes both enemies and allies off the map.

In just a few hours, the entire underground fortress was transformed from an enemy's lair into a sophisticated meat grinder designed solely for slaughter.

Everything was ready, but the cave fell into an eerie silence.

The distorted spacetime rift, after being bombarded by a megaton-yield weapon of truth, remained as still as a stagnant pool. Not a large-scale army was dispatched, not even a single scout.

The butcher stood in the command center, looking at the unmoving crack on the monitor screen, his brows furrowed in a deep frown.

It's too peaceful!

Several hours have passed. Are the enemies that those dwarf friends mentioned preparing for a new move, or have they simply not come at all?

While the butcher was feeling idle, he was unaware that in the other world, their mastermind was furious because the continuous spacetime rifts had been sealed off!