In the apocalypse, I hoarded goods and handed over my storage space to the government.

Camp No. 3.

Outside the tent, commands could be heard from the barracks of a regular company of the auxiliary troops.

Underground Army Lieutenant Jacques and the scarred strongman are leading a ten-man squad to move ammunition boxes.

"Damn, these Awakened Ones are really lucky."

The scarred, burly man stared intently at tent number three, then spat on the ground:

"They can just throw a fireball or unleash a lightning bolt and they'll earn points ten times faster than us. I've worked my butt off and only managed to accumulate twenty points."

"Save your energy."

Jacques shouldered the heavy ammunition box and spoke coldly.

"They have talent, so of course Great Xia values ​​them more. This messed-up world is all about who has the bigger fist."

The scarred, burly man sneered, hoisted the box, and walked forward.

"Just you wait, one day I'll collect a complete crystal core exoskeleton! Then I'll be a man among men!"

Inside the windproof tent, heat was rising.

More than 100 foreign awakened individuals gathered here.

Over the past two weeks, following the advance of the Great Xia Western Front Army Group, they have truly broadened their horizons.

The Great Xia Dynasty implemented this points system, where anyone who dared to fight could have anything they wanted.

Compared to the days when we were constantly living in fear on the ground, this is paradise now.

Austin, a Nordic-born Thunder Awakener, leans against an ammunition box.

He took off his heavy protective suit, revealing a close-fitting tactical vest.

An electric arc danced between his fingers, lighting a cigar in his mouth.

"I have to say, the research team at Daxia is really capable."

Austin exhaled a smoke ring, feeling the surge of energy within him.

"Following the 'Bio-Energy Rank Improvement Method' they provided, my current ability output has increased by at least 30%!"

Sitting opposite him was Long Yiwan, an Eastern European fire-type awakened individual, tossing a second-tier crystal core in his hand.

He muttered to himself, "The points are still coming in too slowly, I don't have enough."

He had been eyeing the Cheng Ying tactical mech, the true pinnacle of individual combat weaponry in the Great Xia Dynasty, for a long time.

However, the terrifying requirement of 200,000 points left many awakened individuals only able to look on with envy.

Inside the tent, dozens of awakened individuals of different skin colors nodded repeatedly.

The voice just fell.

"Splash!"

The tent flap was lifted.

Li Ming, the tactical officer of the Great Xia front, strode in.

Two fully armed elite warriors wearing the latest crystal core exoskeletons followed closely behind.

The previously noisy tent instantly fell silent.

More than a hundred unruly foreign awakened individuals stood up straight in unison.

Facing the soldiers of the Great Xia, they had long since developed a deep-seated awe.

Li Ming looked around and stopped.

"Special mission. Direct access to command."

Li Ming's voice was flat, without any inflection.

Upon hearing the words "special mission," a series of heavy, suppressed breaths filled the tent.

Special missions mean high risks, but they also mean a huge amount of points.

"Special missions mean special points, I'm taking it."

A wind-elemental awakener wiped his tactical knife, thinking to himself,

"Regular clearing operations are too slow. With over a million people vying for kills, how many Tier 2 mutated beasts can I possibly manage to get?"

"Sir! I'll take it!"

Austin's eyes shone brightly. He strode forward, stood at attention, and saluted.

"No matter the task, give it to me, I guarantee I'll complete it!"

"This is a big job! Sir, count me in!"

Long Yiwan, not to be outdone, spoke up as well.

"I haven't earned enough Great Xia points yet. Should I decapitate some powerful enemy? Or wipe out the remaining enemies on some street?"

Dozens of high-level awakened individuals rushed forward, fearing that this lucrative opportunity to grab points would fall into the hands of others.

In their view, with the heavy firepower of the Great Xia Dynasty supporting them from the rear, any special mission would be nothing more than picking up heads.

Li Ming ignored their fervor.

He raised his wrist and tapped on the tactical terminal.

"Buzz!"

A deep blue holographic projection unfolded in the center of the tent.

The Paris city defenses are clearly visible in the footage.

Li Ming zoomed in on the image and froze it on the Eiffel Tower.

Mission objective: Paris city center, Eiffel Tower.

Li Ming pointed to the densely packed red dots on the screen.

"A large flock of corpse vultures is entrenched above. A scan revealed that a quarter of them possess second-order energy fluctuations."

Austin stared at the screen, his lips trembling slightly.

The flame in Long Yiwan's palm went out with a "poof".

"Quantity: 10,000."

Li Ming looked at the group of people who had just been scrambling to take on the mission and continued...

"The command's requirement was simple: annihilate them in one fell swoop."

We must not allow them to take to the air, much less allow them to spread to the positions of our million-strong army.

Who can answer this?

The tent fell into a deathly silence.

It was so quiet that you could even hear someone swallowing hard.

The Awakened Ones, who were eager to try just a moment ago, were now frozen in place.

The expressions on everyone's faces were absolutely fascinating.

"Ten thousand corpse vultures? And several thousand second-tier ones?"

Austin's Adam's apple bobbed, he swallowed hard, and his voice trembled.

"Sir, you're not joking, are you?"

The terror of the Corpse Vulture is well known to everyone who has struggled in the wasteland.

That thing has two-meter-wide metal bone spur wings.

If you're caught off guard in the wild, a Tier 2 Corpse Vulture swooping down can overturn a light armored vehicle.

Ten thousand. Annihilate them in one fell swoop?

"We are not gods."

Large beads of cold sweat appeared on Long Yiwan's forehead, and he retreated repeatedly.

"Sir, my limit is to trap thirty second-tier mutated beasts with a wall of fire at the same time."

If ten thousand of them were to fall from the sky, we wouldn't last ten seconds; we'd be torn to pieces.

"Yeah, that's way too much!"

"That's simply impossible!"

"Sir, how can manpower possibly handle an air group of this size, other than deploying anti-aircraft missile arrays?"

The crowd erupted in uproar.

Resistance, fear, and disbelief spread through the tent.

This isn't about earning points; it's about getting yourself thrown into a meat grinder!

Li Ming listened quietly to their complaints.

There was no rebuttal, no anger.

He only needs to confirm one thing.

"Can't you do it?" Li Ming asked.

Austin shook his head repeatedly: "Sir, this isn't a matter of courage. This is suicide. Nobody can do it."

Long Yiwan chimed in, "Unless God descends, or the Great Xia simply blows that tower off the map."

Upon hearing this, Li Ming reached out and pressed the close button.

The holographic projection disappeared instantly.

"Understood."

He turned and walked out of the tent.

Two Crystal Core Warriors followed closely behind and withdrew.

The curtain was drawn, completely blocking out Li Ming's view.

The group exchanged bewildered glances, their vests soaked with cold sweat.

The sense of relief at escaping death lasted less than ten seconds before a deeper sense of fear crept into everyone's hearts.

"Gulp..."

Someone swallowed, breaking the deathly silence.

"Hey... what do you mean by the fact that the commander of Great Xia just left like that?"