Apocalypse: No rebirth! Time to upgrade the sewers!

The dust-covered man raised his head, his gaze fixed on the distant, riddled-with-holes mountain of flesh.

"Kid, you've got guts, that's for sure."

"But my courage is no less than yours."

The moment the words left his mouth.

He directly reversed the ninth-order superpower core within his body.

A torrent of white energy, ten or even a hundred times more violent than any of his previous self-destructions, surged into the sky from his body.

The surrounding air was instantly sucked out, creating a huge vacuum zone.

He transformed into an extremely compressed white beam of light.

Without the slightest hesitation.

The white line tore through the sky, carrying world-destroying kinetic energy, and crashed straight into the very top of the mother mountain of flesh.

A loud bang.

The dusty man chose to self-destruct.

At the last moment, he managed to compress the power of his self-destruction into a very small area.

He did not injure his companions.

All the destructive power was poured into the mother's body.

The parasitic mother finally couldn't take it anymore.

The enormous mountain of flesh convulsed violently.

Immediately afterwards, large areas of flesh and blood tissue began to disintegrate and vaporize.

A massive amount of blood sprayed in all directions.

This attack was devastating to the mother organism.

but.

The war continues.

.......

Forty hours later.

Everything finally came to a stop.

The smoke of battle has cleared.

In the center of the giant pit, the enormous body of the parasitic beast mother had completely disappeared.

The last piece of still-wriggling minced meat was destroyed by several superhumans.

It wasn't left with a single thing.

His blood pooled into a small lake, emitting a foul odor.

This monster is finally dead.

Won.

We won.

However, not a single cheer could be heard from the ruins.

Dead silence.

A suffocating silence.

Those who survived either collapsed in the mud or stared blankly at the sky.

I didn't even have the strength to cry.

This was a Pyrrhic victory.

The cost was that the countries involved in the campaign suffered severe damage.

The atmosphere in the meeting room was extremely tense at that moment.

A newly printed inventory of battle damage sits quietly on the desk.

When they arrived, a total of forty-one ninth-level ability users had gathered.

Now, only sixteen have survived.

Twenty-five of the world's top combatants were left forever in those ruins.

The Eagle Nation's high-level combat force has suffered more than half of its losses.

The Mighty Bear Kingdom's proud behemoth legion was completely annihilated.

Shift your gaze downwards.

One hundred and twelve eighth-level ability users.

Only forty-odd survived.

Many of these people are promising talents with the potential to advance to the ninth rank, and should have been the backbone of their respective countries in the future.

Now, it's all turned to yellow earth.

More than 300 seventh-level superhumans.

Almost all were killed or wounded.

Only a few remain.

Most people chose the same path as Charil, using self-destruction to bleed the mother body dry.

Rear positions.

More than 700,000 fully armed soldiers.

Of those who were able to walk off the battlefield standing, only about 200,000 remained.

The losses can be described as severe.

After learning the whole story, Song Qing was also somewhat surprised.

He hadn't expected this group to be so brave.

That's incredibly brave of them.

Of course, Song Qing didn't feel any guilt.

Anyone with a brain knows that he was worried about saving face, so he didn't choose to ask for help.

For that vague and intangible sense of face, so many people were killed at once.

What does Song Qing have to feel guilty about?

Before the apocalypse, and even further back in time, their elders certainly bullied the Chinese people.

This is essentially paying off a debt.

In other words, the current Dragon Kingdom is stronger than before. If the Dragon Kingdom's strength were not ordinary, or if it were not strong at all.

These people will swarm over like mosquitoes to suck blood and eat leftovers.

This is not just hearsay; it has historical basis.

Back then, the United States ignored millions of civilians and launched air weapons at G City.

If Song Qing hadn't prevented this tragedy from happening, who knows how many people would have died.

This also includes some neighboring countries sending superhumans to kill Dragon Kingdom superhumans and obtain energy crystals.

On the surface, it's an alliance between the United States and Japan, but who knows how many people are watching behind the scenes.

Therefore, this matter is not unjust at all.

Not to mention any sense of guilt.

.........

Let's rewind to the present.

In the field.

Song Qing pulled her thoughts away from her memories.

At this moment, the area was filled with shouts, curses, and sounds of fighting.

It's fair to say that most of the scum from the World Destroyer Group are already dead.

The rest can be dealt with by the Legion of the Dead. It won't be long before the cultists of the Doomsday Group in Lochs City are wiped out.

At this moment, Song Qing looked at Elavina beside him.

At this moment, the girl was excitedly holding her phone, her beautiful eyes sparkling.

They practically had the word "expectation" written all over their faces.

Seeing her like this, and then thinking about the past...

Song Qing let out a long sigh.

He reached out and touched Elavina's head.

He decided that he should still tell this silly girl that it was an AI video.

Then, he patiently began to speak.

"Hey, the video on your phone is AI-generated; everything in it is fake."

Elavina was stunned when she heard this.

Immediately afterwards, he showed a shocked expression.

She shoved her phone screen in front of Song Qing and said urgently.

"How is this possible, sir! This person is so realistic, and he ate three hundred bags of spicy strips, thirteen bottles of Lei Bi (a type of spicy snack), fifty servings of grilled cold noodles, and fifty servings of fried skewers in one go!"

Song Qing quickly dodged the phone screen, which almost hit his face.

Song Qing sighed again and snatched the phone from Elavina's hand.

"I can't even be bothered to talk to you. Look at this silly woman."

Song Qing pointed to the AI-generated man on the screen and explained, word by word.

"Look at him, when he drank Rebi, he didn't even unscrew the cap and just drank it straight down. The plastic cap was practically shoved into his throat. He's not a living person."

Elavina leaned closer to take a look, blinked, and started arguing illogically.

"He... he must have a huge throat! He ate it, lid and all! Mutants have really strange appetites!"

Upon hearing this, Song Qing rolled her eyes.

He couldn't be bothered to argue with her about human anatomy; after all, he wasn't some kind of biology expert or PhD.

Then, he dragged the video time.

On the screen, a man is stuffing a handful of fried skewers into his mouth.

Song Qing pointed to the screen again and began to explain.

"Look here again, the skewers for the fried food are all pierced through the mold, going in through the left eye and out the right ear."

"It's already inside his brain, and he's still laughing."

Song Qing handed the phone back to Elavina.

"Do you think this is even a real person?"

Elavina stared at the image on the screen of bamboo skewers piercing through her eyeballs, her beautiful eyebrows furrowing slightly.

She bit her lip, still unwilling to give up, and said.