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

Green juice dripped from the corners of its fanged mouth.

The white deer stood on the edge of a rock in mid-air, its eyes gleaming with a blinding blue light.

With her eyes closed, her fingers unconsciously made two grasping motions in the air.

"Little Grey's energy is rapidly increasing."

The blue light at Bai Lu's fingertips gradually faded, and she turned to look in Su Ran's direction.

"I can feel that the mental connection I've established with has also widened."

Su Ran sat in the cockpit, looking down through the mecha's data analysis panel.

The wound on the mother ant's abdomen, which had not yet healed, was forcibly closed by the rapid growth of its tentacles within seconds of the queen ant entering its belly, at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Without the queen ant's mental control center, the remaining few thousand mutated army ants went completely into chaos.

They crawled around on the scorched earth like headless flies, pushing and biting each other, before scattering and fleeing like receding black water through the cracks in the surrounding rocks.

The surroundings fell silent again.

Su Ran looked around.

The thirty-odd hellhounds that were originally at the bottom of the pit are in extremely bad condition.

They were just attacked by thousands of army ants who were close behind them, and their alloy armor was soaked with strong acid.

Now, less than fifteen are still standing.

"We don't need to worry about them anymore."

Su Ran looked at the red dots scattering and receding on the radar screen and said,

"This is the foothills of the Atlas Mountains, far from the Bactrian front in North Africa."

These scattered army ants, without a queen to reproduce, cannot increase in number. At most, they will wreak havoc on other mutated beast groups in the vicinity, which will help relieve some of the pressure on us.

Su Ran pushed open the mecha hatch and jumped down.

He walked up to the pack of blood-soaked hellhounds.

The remaining dozen or so animals have also been pushed to their limits.

The bio-coating inside the armor was fully activated, penetrating their spines and internal organs, squeezing out their last bit of life.

"They can't reach the finish line; this state is irreversible."

Su Ran's gaze swept over the broken killing weapons and finally landed on the largest one, the Mother.

Bai Lu followed and stood beside him, watching the panting hellhounds without saying a word.

"Let's go, let's find a spot nearby."

Su Ran tapped a few times on the tactical tablet, bringing up the satellite scan image.

"This test mission was destined to be one where only Little Grey, the mother, would survive and return to Kunlun with us."

The rest must remain on the battlefield.

The white deer lowered its eyes and kicked away a piece of charred gravel with the tip of its shoe.

"I know."

She replied softly.

From the very beginning, she knew that, apart from Little Grey, these armored monsters were just expendable products produced on the Great Xia assembly line.

Their lives are worthless; what's valuable are the combat data they transmit back to Zhang Qian's laboratory.

Su Ran pulled up the map on the tactical terminal and repositioned himself.

"Head southwest for about 30 kilometers, there is a small gathering place for mutated beasts. There aren't many red dots, about 800."

He put away his terminal and turned to walk towards the direction where the fighter jets had landed.

"Let's go."

The white deer re-established a spiritual connection.

The Xuan Nu fighter jet took off again, maintaining a steady cruising speed at low altitude.

Below, the remaining nineteen hellhounds followed the mother, running wildly across the red wasteland.

Bai Lu sat in the co-pilot's seat of the fighter jet, turned his head to look at the herd of beasts running wildly outside the porthole, and muttered something softly.

"This is the last dance."

"It was also the most valuable dance."

Su Ran added a sentence,

"On the battlefield, only results matter. If they die here today, several fewer companies of soldiers will die on the Great Xia defense line."

Bai Lu didn't speak, but simply closed her eyes and activated the mental command to its maximum intensity.

She wanted to unleash the last vestiges of wildness in these remaining soldiers.

Thirty kilometers is but a quarter of an hour's journey for the Warcraft legion rushing at full speed.

Ahead lies a weathered canyon fault line.

More than 800 second-tier mutated beasts of various sizes inhabit this place, most of them being mutated sand wolves and giant lizards.

When the mother's roar drowned out the sandstorm, the herd stirred.

There was no tactical maneuvering whatsoever.

A dozen or so battered hellhounds crashed directly into the beast horde's defensive formation.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere.

Su Ran stopped standing by and watching.

The fighter jet hovered above the canyon, with its crystal cannon protruding from the bottom.

"Lock onto high-energy target, provide fire support," Su Ran ordered.

The blue beam of light precisely struck several Tier 3 bosses who were attempting to flank the Hellhounds, blasting them into mincemeat.

The white deer stood by the open hatch.

With a flick of his finger, an invisible psychic force transformed into a heavy hammer, directly disrupting several powerful mutated beasts.

However, the difference in numbers remains.

The hellhound's body was already riddled with holes, and each bite accelerated the deterioration of its internal organs.

The seventh hellhound's forelegs were completely severed, and it immediately collapsed.

Then came the 12th, the 19th...

Twenty minutes later.

The canyon was filled with the heavy smell of blood.

All eight hundred mutated beasts were wiped out, and the area beneath the fault line was covered with a thick layer of corpses.

On the entire battlefield, the only remaining magical beast still standing was that enormous fourth-tier mother.

It was covered in blood, panting heavily, with the head of the third-tier sand wolf leader under its feet.

The white deer walked to its mother's side.

The mother lowered her head, her enormous head nuzzling against her palm, emitting a low, whimpering growl.

The white deer raised its hand, touched its hard nasal bone, and glanced at its fallen kin around it.

"Let's go, Little Grey."

"Of the 101 who came out, you're the only one who can go back."