I raised stunning young ladies, but they all wanted to possess me.

Pei Yuran looked at Gu Yan and spoke after a long while.

"From then on, I treated her like an older sister."

"I have only one request."

"You must find her."

We must find her.

"it is good."

I swear.

Pei Yuran buried her face in his chest again.

Her fingers gripped his shirt tightly.

Gu Yan held her and felt her breathing gradually become steady.

The setting sun shone in from outside the door, falling on the two people and giving them a gentle golden edge.

He lowered his head and kissed the top of her head very lightly.

He wondered to himself what good deeds he had done in his past life to meet such a wonderful girl in this one.

The days on the Seventh Line of Defense passed by amidst artillery fire and waiting.

Chiyomiya Hanyu's injury has healed.

Lin Jinyu's injury has healed.

Pei Yuran's injuries have also healed.

The three of them regained their peak fighting strength.

With the addition of Gu Yan, the high-end combat power of the Seventh Defense Line is finally no longer insufficient.

Together, they repelled several waves of the Hell tide's attack.

The colorful lights above the defense line became the most reassuring signal for the soldiers.

The situation on the front lines began to stabilize.

There were even faint signs of a stalemate.

Just then, the United Nations World Centre sent out a global broadcast.

The message was very short.

But each word is like a pebble thrown into a lake.

It stirred up ripples upon ripples.

"The deification project is nearing its end."

"A total of thirty suitable candidates from the five major war zones around the world."

"The fusion of source crystals will be completed by the end of this month, and we will officially emerge from seclusion."

"At that time, humanity will welcome the most powerful fighting force since the outbreak of the Black Tide War."

The whole world was thrilled.

The forum, which had been silent for too long, has become lively again.

People are discussing the list of thirty suitable candidates.

They discussed how the battle would change after they left the pass.

Some say it's time for a counterattack.

Some say that at least they can hold the last few lines of defense.

Hope spreads like wildfire in every refugee camp.

Gu Yan was standing on the city wall when she heard the news.

He wasn't as relaxed as the others.

Thirty suitable candidates.

That means Cecilia, Wanqing, Shiwei, and Youyao will all be coming out.

He desperately wanted to see them.

But he was also afraid to see them.

Fu Yunshu is dead.

How should he tell Wanqing?

Your grandmother died on the seventh line of defense.

Before she died, she asked me to tell you that Grandma had not retired.

How could he face Shi Wei's calm eyes?

Tell her about the person who has called her "Grandma" for over twenty years.

They gave their lives to buy this defensive line a little more time.

These words stuck in my throat.

It was so heavy he couldn't bring himself to say it.

He stood on the city wall.

The north wind blew from the plains.

It smelled of dust and gunpowder.

His mind was in turmoil.

But amidst the chaos, there was also a very faint sense of relaxation.

At least the front lines are stable now.

If thirty suitable candidates pass the test.

Humanity's capabilities will reach a new level.

Perhaps there really is a chance to reverse the situation.

Perhaps we can take back the lost defenses one by one.

Perhaps Sister Yi will come back.

Yu Ran will really be happy.

Everyone will survive.

As he thought this, the corners of his mouth unconsciously curved into a smile.

But he quickly suppressed the thought.

Now is not the time to think about these things.

The Kuroshio Current could come at any time.

He needs to stay vigilant.

The Kuroshio Current arrived on a seemingly ordinary morning.

There were no alarms, no warnings that day.

The sun has just risen.

Dye the walls of the seventh defensive line a light gold color.

The soldiers on night shift are changing shifts.

White smoke was billowing from the kitchen chimney.

Everything was so peaceful.

Then the northern horizon suddenly went black.

The first wave that rushed out was not bone-eating worms.

It was a calamity that Gu Yan had never seen before.

They look like stitched-together steel monsters made from scrap metal and bones.

Each one is three or four stories high.

The body is made of twisted steel bars, scrapped tank armor, and dark red muscle tissue.

Their joints are fitted with gears that are still turning.

Half of a human heart, already blackened, was beating inside the chest cavity.

They emerged from the Kuroshio Current.

Every step I took left a deep pit.

A high-speed rotating drill bit is welded to an arm made of steel bars.

The drill bit struck the city wall, producing a piercing metallic tearing sound.

The city wall, tens of meters thick, was shredded like tofu under the drill.

What followed was a much smaller group of liquid metal calamities.

They are entirely silvery-white.

Like clumps of flowing mercury.

They emerged from behind the Iron Stitches.

It crawled rapidly along the ground.

They can squeeze through any gap in the defense line.

Climb into the tank's driver's compartment.

Crawling inside the soldier's bulletproof vest.

Then crush all the metal products from the inside out.

A main battle tank was invaded by a mass of liquid metal.

The turret twisted and deformed within seconds.

The crew inside the tank were crushed into a bloody pulp.

A soldier was firing his rifle.

The bullet felt like it had hit a puddle of water.

Liquid metal climbed up the gun barrel.

They wrapped his entire body up.

His scream lasted only half a second.

Then the silvery thing dispersed again.

Only a dried-out corpse remained on the ground.

Then there are the parasitic wasp colonies.

They are only the size of a fingernail.

It is completely black.

The wings vibrated at high speed, producing a buzzing sound that sent chills down your spine.

Their goal is not to kill soldiers, but to parasitize them.

Thousands upon thousands of parasitic wasps swarmed toward the soldiers in the trenches.

They crawled into their mouths, noses, and ears.

Drill into their brains.

The parasitized soldier first convulsed violently.

Then he slowly stood up.

The eyes turned a cloudy grayish-white.

He picked up his gun and fired at his comrades.

The defense line was thrown into chaos instantly.

The soldiers didn't know who to shoot or who to save.

He could only watch as his comrades, who had been laughing and joking with him just moments before, turned into monsters firing at him.

That kind of fear is more devastating than the onslaught of any calamity.

The tank formation in the northern section was completely destroyed within half an hour.

The armored vehicle was shredded from the inside by the liquid metal.

The tank turret was pierced by the drill of the Steel Stitches.

The soldiers, rifles in hand, engaged in close combat with the parasites.

A company commander killed the seventh parasitized soldier.

He pointed the gun at his temple.

His second-in-command rushed forward, snatched the gun, and slapped him across the face while crying.

"You fucking die, what about the rest of us?!"

The company commander survived.

But he never spoke another word from that day on.

The southern section also failed to hold.

The combined assault of the steel stitched monster and liquid metal tore through all the defensive fortifications in the southern sector within half an hour.

The artillery positions in the southern section didn't even have a chance to fire.

The gunners were taken down by the parasitic wasps in the first volley.

A young artilleryman, on his deathbed, set his last shell to proximity mode.

They bombarded their own positions.

The explosion blasted him and dozens of parasites into pieces.

His remains were not fully recovered.

They found only one hand still gripping the launcher.

The middle section is guarded by Gu Yan and Yu Sheng.

Gu Yan's mental storm exploded at the front line of defense.

The seven-colored light controlled more than a dozen metal stitched monsters.

Make them turn around and attack their own kind.