Those who reincarnate must die.

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The thirty hero-level altars often cooperate on missions, especially in planar battles, where they must work together to fight against invading forces. Therefore, most hero altars are more like different squads within an army.

Admittedly, there will still be some competition, rivalry, or other minor frictions between these different altars, but in general, everyone is still a warrior fighting for the future of the Shen clan. In the face of the greater good, personal grudges are secondary.

In particular, the nineteenth altar, led by Francis, held a similar view to Zeus: all human beings are fellow human beings, and mutual assistance is a matter of course.

Therefore, when doing quests at altars, many people hope to encounter the nineteenth altar, regardless of its strength, as cooperation is always a good idea.

For example, now, thanks to the help of the Nineteenth Altar, the Twelfth Altar has finally found the entrance to the underground city.

The mechanism was in an inconspicuous place. A burly black man squatted on the ground at the nineteenth altar, rhythmically tapping the ground. After a short while, accompanied by the sound of the mechanism operating, a hidden door opened in the ground. After everyone crawled inside, the hidden door closed.

The hidden door was controlled by several armored soldiers, who greeted the people at the nineteenth altar with great warmth: "Lord Francis, you're finally back... Eh? And who are these people...?"

The soldiers referred to the heroes of the twelve altars. Francis smiled and said, "They were my former comrades-in-arms. I thought they had long since perished, but I unexpectedly found them during this expedition... These are all extraordinary individuals whose strength is no less than ours!"

Upon hearing this, the soldiers immediately showed great respect to the people at the twelve altars.

"You've been here before?" Seeing how familiar the soldiers were with the nineteenth altar, the twelfth altar asked in a low voice.

"No..." a girl with curly hair and freckles whispered, "The altar assigned us identities in advance. This underground city is now managed by an organization called the Survival Guild. We reincarnators are combat personnel sent out by the Survival Guild to scout and collect supplies... Of course, we're of a higher rank than ordinary soldiers. Now that we're back from our scouting mission, we need to go back to the Survival Guild headquarters to report and gather more intelligence before we can further complete our mission!"

"The Survival Society?" Ye Peng blinked. "How come we didn't know about this information?"

"It's probably because you don't have a guild leader..." The freckled girl shrugged. "Many things at the Hero level require the guild leader's authority to handle."

"Is the altar master really that useful?" Several newcomers looked at Lao Mo, and began to resent this useless acting altar master.

Below the gate was a spiral staircase leading downwards. After descending about two floors, one arrived at a relatively spacious area, resembling a giant elevator lobby with several makeshift elevator entrances. Dozens of fully armed soldiers and numerous military dogs were stationed in the lobby, conducting a brief check on the heroes.

The purpose of the inspection was mainly to check if they were marked by insects, such as by a liquid with a distinctive odor, or even by small insects hiding on their bodies. After all, this was humanity's last stronghold; if the insects discovered it, humanity would be completely finished!

The heroes had no problems whatsoever. After passing the inspection, they boarded the elevator and began their ascent to the lower level.

The elevator here is huge. There are 28 people at the 19th altar, and with the 12th altar, there are nearly 40 people in total, including an overweight guy like Thunder. But a single elevator can carry all of them and descends steadily.

After descending several dozen meters, the elevator doors opened, and the group arrived at a more spacious room where hundreds of soldiers were stationed. They conducted a second round of searches.

"So strict..." Ye Peng complained, raising his arms. Le Xinyi sighed beside him, "After all, it's the last bastion..."

After confirming several times that there were no problems, the group was finally allowed to enter the underground city.

It's less of a city and more of a maze.

The entire underground city is constructed from a series of wide tunnels that connect various stations, each serving a different purpose: some are settlements, some are markets, some are military camps, and so on. The overall structure is similar to a subway network, except that there are more stations and the tunnels are shorter, with a total coverage area of ​​less than two kilometers.

Such a narrow, hastily dug underground dwelling certainly lacked a proper drainage system, and the source of food was also difficult to guarantee.

The heroes marched on, passing through station after station. Most of the inhabitants they saw were pale, ragged, and emaciated. Their eyes were numb and lifeless, only gleaming with greed when they saw food. But because of the patrolling soldiers, no one dared to steal anyone's food.

Cold, damp, foul-smelling, and utterly dark, this place is unsuitable for human habitation from any angle, yet undeniably, it is indeed humanity's last hope.

If there are other human survivors in the wild, they would definitely yearn for this place and envy the people who live here...

Thinking of Sunset Fortress, where everyone once stood united against the insects, and Star City, which once stood firm against the insect swarm, Zhang Lang felt an endless sense of melancholy.

The people of this world once lived with dignity, believing in hope even in the face of despair... But now, repeated shattering of hope has turned these last survivors into mere walking corpses.

The insects… no, the culprits are the Si clan!

Zhang Lang clenched his fist.

Soon, the group arrived at the city center, where the Survival Society's headquarters were located.

It's called the headquarters, but it's just a larger site. It only manages tens of thousands of people, which is equivalent to a county government office. There aren't that many things to deal with.

Outside the headquarters, there were more than twenty people waiting. Judging from their clothing, they must be reincarnators of the Sixteen Altars.

"You're back too?" The guard in front of headquarters clearly recognized the heroes of the Nineteen Altars and said happily, "Mr. Ikeda and the others just returned and are currently reporting to the chairman..."

"Matsu Ikeda is the master of the Sixteen Altars..." Lu Ren quietly explained to the newcomers, "But that guy isn't as kind and approachable as Mr. Francis; he's quite harsh, and I don't really like him."

"Hey!" shouted a bearded man from the sixteenth altar. "We heard everything! Talking badly about our boss behind his back, the twelve altars think they've gotten so powerful?"

"I'm telling the truth!" Now that he'd been overheard, Lu Ren no longer bothered to hide anything: "If you hadn't stolen our reward last time, perhaps that tragedy wouldn't have happened!"

"What do you mean by 'stealing'?" the sixteen altars shouted. "Rewards are meant for the capable. You yourselves lack the ability, and you're blaming others?"

"Who are you calling incompetent?" Mia swung her greatsword as well.

Seeing that the two sides were about to start arguing, old Francis stepped in to mediate: "Don't be impulsive, the mission is the priority, the mission is the priority..."

Having finally calmed both sides down, old Francis looked at the guards and said, "Perfect timing. We also have some things to report to the guild master. Let's go together."

"Sure, but it'll be too crowded with so many people. You can only bring a few representatives."

After discussion, old Francis brought his deputy, a serious-looking middle-aged man. Meanwhile, the Twelve Altars sent old Mo and Zhang Lang; the four of them entered the headquarters.