Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

"If you run away now, you're handing those people over to a murderous monster."

"Can you accept this in your hearts?"

His voice suddenly rose in pitch, echoing across the battlefield.

The soldiers who had been retreating just moments before stood still, no one taking another step back, and no one throwing away their guns.

Zhao Yuanzheng looked at them and lowered his voice.

"I know you are not afraid of death, you just don't want to die in vain."

But I have something to tell you.

That monster isn't unkillable.

He had already killed nearly two hundred people, and his mental energy was exhausted to the limit. Now, each step he took was slower than the last, and each attack was shorter than the last.

He was working himself to the bone, he was pushing himself to the limit, and he was also filled with fear.

He's just better at hiding his fear than we are.

Rinse again.

the last time.

This time I'll lead you all to victory!

After Zhao Yuanzheng finished speaking, he snatched a rifle from a soldier next to him, pulled back the bolt, loaded a bullet, and strode towards the direction of the Song Dynasty.

His chief of staff called out "Minister" from behind him.

Zhao Yuanzheng did not turn around.

The captain of the supervisory team glanced at the chief of staff.

The chief of staff gritted his teeth, grabbed a rifle, and followed.

Then there's the supervisory team.

Then came the deserters who had just been retreating.

Then it's everyone around.

Two thousand men spontaneously formed an assault team. Without any orders or formation, they simply gripped their guns and followed Zhao Yuanzheng toward the blood-covered man.

The assault team trampled over the corpses lying on the ground, over the blood-soaked gravel road, and over the still-burning shell craters.

Zhao Yuanzheng walked at the front, rifle against his shoulder, sights aimed at the approaching blood-red figure a hundred meters away, and then he pulled the trigger.

Two thousand people opened fire simultaneously.

Bullets rained down on the Song Dynasty's blood shield, causing its surface to ripple with countless bursts.

The grenade launcher fired again, and the rifle grenades exploded above the blood shield. The shockwaves combined and caused Song Chao's body inside the blood shield to sway slightly.

Zhao Yuanzheng advanced while firing his gun. When he ran out of bullets, he immediately changed the magazine without pausing his pace.

The soldiers behind him advanced with him, fired their guns together, and withstood the counterattacks from the Blood Shield together.

Blood streaks shot from Song Chao's fingertips and pierced into the charging ranks.

A row of soldiers fell.

The soldiers behind them continued to charge, stepping over the corpses of their comrades.

Another row of soldiers fell.

The soldiers behind them continued to charge.

In a mere hundred meters, nearly half of the two thousand-strong assault team fell. The survivors were covered in blood, unable to distinguish whether it was their own or that of their comrades.

But they didn't stop.

Because Zhao Yuanzheng did not stop.

Zhao Yuanzheng was at the forefront. He had a cut on his right arm, and dark red blood was gushing out of the wound and flowing down his arm.

He simply switched hands to hold the gun and continued forward.

Finally, the assault team reached a position less than thirty meters in front of the Song Dynasty.

Zhao Yuanzheng threw away his rifle, which was now empty, pulled a military dagger from his waist, and charged toward Song Chao with a roar.

Behind him, the last hundred or so surviving soldiers also drew their bayonets and charged after him.

Song Chao raised his head and looked at the old general whose face was covered in blood but whose eyes were still sharp.

This was the first time he had met Zhao Yuanzheng, but he recognized something in Zhao Yuanzheng's eyes.

Something that is the same as oneself.

Fearless of death.

Song Chao raised his right hand.

The crimson Asura behind him also raised his enormous fist.

All mental energy, all blood energy, and all remaining physical strength were compressed into this one punch.

The moment the fist landed, the world changed color.

The blood-red light engulfed everything within a radius of 100 meters.

Zhao Yuanzheng's body was engulfed by the bloody light.

The soldiers behind him were also swallowed up.

Everyone fell amidst the blood.

When Zhao Yuanzheng fell, he was still gripping the military dagger tightly in his hand.

He saw his subordinates fall down, and he saw the migrant worker covered in blood fall down as well.

he died.

The entire assault team was wiped out.

Song Chao stood in the very center of the corpses scattered on the ground, the bloody aura on his body gradually dissipating.

His blood shield shattered, and the Asura phantom behind him vanished, leaving him alone, dressed in tattered work clothes soaked in blood, standing amidst a mountain of corpses.

His vision was blurring.

He could feel his consciousness sinking into darkness little by little.

Zhao Yuanzheng's final charge exhausted his last bit of mental strength.

His legs gave way, and he fell forward, burying his face in the blood-stained gravel.

After a long time, the roar of propellers echoed again in the distant night sky.

Reinforcements have arrived.

It is larger than before, with armored vehicles, troop transport trucks, and armed helicopters.

The headlights and searchlights illuminated the entire ruins as if it were daytime.

Leading the group was Yue Sheng, the commander of the Sharp Blade Brigade.

He stood on the roof of the first armored vehicle, holding binoculars, looking at the carnage ahead.

The ground was littered with corpses.

They were piled up haphazardly, layer upon layer.

Some had their throats slit by bloody blades, some bled from all seven orifices, some were blown to pieces by machine gun shells, and some had their chests pierced by military bayonets.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood, mixed with the stench of gunpowder, making it feel like your lungs were burning with every breath.

In the very center, a young man covered in blood lay in a pool of blood.

His work clothes were riddled with bullet holes and knife marks. There were no external injuries on his body, but his skin was as pale as paper, and his breathing was so weak that it was almost imperceptible.

Yue Sheng put down his binoculars and remained silent for a long time.

Then he whispered something, his voice heavy with emotion, devoid of excitement.

"Take it back."

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Dark as ink.

The area within a ten-kilometer radius of the ruins on the western outskirts of Zhaoming City was completely sealed off, and the searchlights of military helicopters illuminated the ruins as if it were daytime.

Yue Sheng stood on top of the armored vehicle, watching the soldiers carry the unconscious Song Chao into a specially made detention chamber, his expression grim.

The detention chambers were designed specifically for extraordinary individuals by the Center for Abnormal Events Response.

The inner walls are covered with a five-centimeter-thick electromagnetic shielding layer, and the bottom of the cabin is equipped with a newly developed super suppressor.

It can continuously release high-frequency electromagnetic pulses inside the cabin, specifically to interfere with the mental field of superhumans.

"Sedative dosage."

Yue Sheng asked.

"As instructed by Director Han, inject three times the recommended dosage."

The medic next to him put down the syringe, which still contained a pale yellow liquid.

"The injection has been completed. The target heart rate has dropped from 120 to 65, and the respiratory rate has dropped from 45 to 18. The patient is in a deep coma and is unlikely to wake up within at least six hours."

"How many blood samples and bone marrow aspiration samples were collected?"

"Twenty tubes of blood samples were collected, each containing ten milliliters."

Four bone marrow aspirations were performed, with samples taken from the iliac bone, sternum, vertebrae, and tibia.

Three samples each of skin tissue and muscle fiber were collected.

All samples have been sealed and transported by special plane to the headquarters laboratory in Beijing.