I chose the safe house, and the Human Alliance regretted it.

Qian Mengxun appeared in the underground living area of ​​the capital city as if nothing had happened.

Chen Junjie's speech was being played on the electronic screens on both sides of the passage.

She stopped, looked up at the screen, and a faint smile played on her lips.

At this moment, all the electronic screens in the underground urban living areas of the six bases were turned on.

Since this is a human effort to combat the monstrous beasts, there is no need to worry about leaks.

To boost human morale, Chen Junjie shared the entire battle plan with everyone.

His voice was as steady as a mountain, but today it carried an unprecedented warmth.

"Fellow countrymen, I am Chen Junjie."

In front of the screens at the six major bases, hundreds of millions of people fell silent at the same time.

Everyone looked up, staring at the glowing screen.

"When the catastrophe struck, we experienced wind blades, extreme cold, thunderstorms, blood rain, and crimson fog—I saw billions of people die. I saw your parents, children, friends, and fellow villagers close their eyes in despair."

His voice was a little hoarse.

"At that time, I was thinking, if I could have predicted it a day earlier, could I have saved one more person? Even just one would have been helpful."

In front of the screen, someone covered their mouth and silently shed tears.

"I can't do it." Chen Junjie's voice trembled. "I'm not a god, I'm just a human being. I can't save everyone."

"but--"

His voice suddenly rose, like a knife cleaving through the silence.

"But you saved yourselves."

"Since the catastrophe, you have not given up. No matter how difficult it was, you survived."

"Not because of the prophet, not because of the alliance, but because of yourselves."

"It's because when you crawled out of the rubble, you didn't choose to lie down. It's because when you were holding your children and hiding in the air-raid shelter, you didn't give up breathing."

"It's because you're hungry, cold, bleeding, and crying, yet you still believe—tomorrow, the sun will rise."

Someone in the crowd cried.

It wasn't silent tears, it was loud, wailing.

The fear, despair, and grievances that had been building up for months poured out at this moment.

"Four days later, monstrous beasts will emerge from the abyss."

"They want to eat our flesh, drink our blood, and wipe humanity off this planet."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone in front of the screen.

"Therefore, I don't say 'defend our homeland,' nor 'protect humanity.' I only say—"

He took a deep breath and spoke slowly and deliberately:

"Let us live on."

"Two days from now, 500,000 SSS-level ability users from around the world will depart from various bases and head to the Kashgar Mountains. We will do everything in our power to stop the disaster at the entrance."

"At that time, global nuclear weapons will turn that place into a graveyard of disaster on the fourth day."

"For humanity—we will never retreat!"

The entire room fell silent.

Then--

"Whoosh—"

The sound waves exploded like a tsunami.

"We will never retreat!"

"We will never retreat!"

"We will never retreat!"

The city of Jiangnan is no exception.

In the plaza of the underground living area, hundreds of thousands of people looked up at the electronic screen and shouted.

An elderly man with white hair stood up shakily, his cloudy eyes filled with tears, and he cried out hoarsely, "I've lived seventy years, that's enough! Give my life to the young!"

What Chen Junjie brought to everyone was not just confidence, but the courage to keep fighting.

Immediately afterwards, the electronic screen displayed a different image.

The video shows footage of major military bases around the world.

It's not a simple display, but an epic and magnificent scroll.

First, the missile launch silos of the six major military regions of the Dragon Kingdom slowly opened, and the heavy silo covers slid to the sides, revealing the bottomless vertical shafts.

As the camera zooms in, Dong-41 intercontinental ballistic missiles are poised for launch at the bottom of the silo, their white paint gleaming coldly under the lights.

Inside the control room, dozens of officers pressed the start button simultaneously, and the screen displayed the message "Launch program activated".

Switch to sea-based platform.

Deep in the ocean, a Type 09 nuclear submarine quietly cruised. The captain issued the order: "Strategic nuclear submarine, enter Level 1 combat readiness. Launch tubes are flooded, missiles are ready to be deployed."

The camera passes through the submarine's conning tower, revealing the warheads of 12 J-2 missiles swaying slightly inside their launch tubes.

Railway mobile platform.

A military green train travels through towering mountains, with no markings on its body except for a slightly protruding launch canopy on its roof.

Inside the carriage, several soldiers sat in front of the control panel, their fingers hovering over the red buttons.

The camera zooms out to overseas locations.

In an underground launch control center in Montana, North America, dozens of soldiers stand ready.

The screen on the console was flashing countdown numbers.

Along the northern coast of Northern Europe, mobile missile launchers are lined up in a row, resembling white behemoths in the snow.

The nuclear submarine broke through the ice, sending up a spray of water tens of meters high.

Strategic bombers swept across the clouds, cruise missiles mounted under their fuselages.

Land-based launch silos, sea-based launch pads, railway-based dynamic launch platforms, air-based strategic bombers...

For the first time, global nuclear forces have been presented to the general public in such a complete manner.

It's not showing off, it's not a threat.

It's a message to everyone: humanity has not yet given up.

The camera continues to switch scenes.

The scene shifts to a control room, where a young woman wearing glasses and a military uniform sits in front of the control panel.

Her name is Cheng Xin, and she is a rocket launcher.

The host walked into the control room, holding a microphone.

"Hello Cheng Xin, we all know that nuclear bombs require heavy-lift rockets for propulsion. I have a question that I'm personally curious about—which finger is used for rocket ignition? Is it random or fixed?"

Cheng Xin smiled and raised her right hand, extending her thumb.

"There are strict requirements for this; you have to use your right thumb. We've trained tens of thousands of times to develop muscle memory. No matter the situation, this hand and this finger can accurately press the ignition button."

The host's eyes reddened slightly: "This is what we commonly call—a golden touch."

Cheng Xin nodded, her voice calm:

"I have been preparing for this moment for seven years."

"For the past seven years, I have practiced the same movements no less than a thousand times every day."

"Some of my colleagues have been practicing for ten years, and some for fifteen years."

"We don't know if that day will ever come, but we know that if it does, we absolutely cannot afford to make a mistake."

"It's not because we're afraid of dying. It's because there are people behind us who need to be protected."

The host was moved to tears, saying, "This is our pillar of strength. Even in the smallest detail, there is a group of people who train diligently day after day, year after year."

"It is because there are such dedicated people in all walks of life that we can ensure that our battle plan four days from now will not encounter any unexpected problems."

The cheers from the six bases came to an abrupt halt.

After a moment of silence, sparse applause broke out.

The electronic screen switched abruptly, showing the image to Chen Junjie again.

His voice was as steady as a mountain: "Two days from now, SSS-level ability users from the Dragon Kingdom will depart from the capital! For humanity—they swear to fight to the death!"

The sound surged up again.

But this time, there was something else in everyone's eyes—a resolute determination to face death.

Amidst this wave of cheers, the killings in some overseas areas have also come to an end.

In St. Pier, Johannesburg, Northern Europe, an abandoned military base.

Liu Feng hovered in mid-air, the runic metal piece in his hand emitting a dark red light.

Below, thousands of "heretics" collapsed to the ground.

The Covenant Church members swarmed forward.

Elijah stood to the side, his face plastered with a fawning smile, bowing repeatedly: "Mr. Liu Feng, you are truly—"

Liu Feng didn't look at him.

"It's almost time," he muttered, and flew away.

The other nine people also leaped forward to follow.

Elijah froze on the spot, his smile frozen.

Similar situations have occurred in foreign countries, such as the Spirit Realm Society and the Sun Cult.

More than a hundred men in black, using the same methods, violently resolved the internal disputes of the overseas organization before setting off to return to China at the same time.

Shiva's country, Old Delhi.

The ruins were littered with withered corpses, lying haphazardly as far as the eye could see.

Tens of thousands of SSS-level Awakened Ones were all turned into dried corpses.

Their supernatural abilities were completely devoured by Old Liu.

A bald man from the Shiva sect stood amidst the rubble, trembling.

Old Liu stood in mid-air, his clothes fluttering, his expression calm, and the aura he inadvertently exuded made everyone tremble.

"You can handle the rest yourselves," Old Liu said calmly.

The next second, his figure vanished.

The bald man's pupils suddenly contracted.

Teleport?

No, it was faster than he could react.

.......

Southwest Base, Underground Living Area.

Wang Wei lay listlessly on the ground, his hands behind his head.

The little girl excitedly waved her fist, her face flushed red, and stared at Chen Junjie on the screen, shouting, "Long live the Prophet! Destroy the disaster!"

Wang Wei glanced at the screen and shook his head inwardly.

It didn't look like looking at a savior; it looked like looking at a lamb about to be sacrificed.

"They're all back," he murmured, sitting up. "You big idiot, prepare yourself."

The more enthusiastic the cheers now, the more ironic the backlash will be later.

In his previous life, those who knelt before him to thank him...

Those who shouted "It's worth it for him to exchange his life for human peace" after the terms of the deal were proposed.

Between cheers and betrayals lies only a deal.

In this life, it's Chen Junjie's turn.

If Chen Junjie is abandoned by all of humanity, he can save lives.

But Chen Junjie needs to overcome this psychological hurdle on his own.