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

"Southwest Base?"

As soon as the words were spoken, some in the Alliance Hall were overjoyed while others were saddened.

The high-ranking members of overseas superhuman organizations were naturally delighted.

This time, the beast tide's target was not their territory, but the Dragon Kingdom's southwestern base.

A look of relief flashed across their faces, but they quickly masked it.

The high-ranking officials of the Dragon Kingdom looked solemn.

A middle-aged military officer suddenly stood up: "Prophet, shall we go and provide support immediately?"

Chen Junjie waved his hand, his tone calm: "No rush. We'll leave tomorrow."

"tomorrow?"

Everyone in the hall was stunned at the same time.

The beast tide from the Kashgar Mountains has poured out and is crushing the southwestern base.

Within a dozen hours, the advance troops will reach the outskirts of the southwest base.

If we don't provide immediate support, can the Southwest Base hold out?

Someone opened their mouth as if to speak, but then closed it again.

It's not that I don't want to talk about it, it's that I trust Chen Junjie!

At this point, Chen Junjie was already surrounded by countless accolades!

The prophet was known in Northern Europe as the "nemesis of calamities" and the "savior."

In the battle of this sacred mountain, he single-handedly repelled the beast tide.

His prestige had reached its peak.

No one present questioned his decision.

Even the middle-aged military officer slowly sat back down.

Chen Junjie remained calm and composed, his gaze sweeping calmly over the crowd without revealing any emotion.

But his heart was far from as calm as it appeared.

All the movements of the calamity beast were exactly the same as what Wang Wei had told him.

From the timing of the outbreak of the beast tide at the Holy Mountain, to the number of beasts, their strength distribution, and their attack routes, there was not a single deviation.

Chen Junjie is now even starting to suspect that the monstrous creatures causing global disasters are acting on Wang Wei's orders.

Although it sounds utterly absurd, Wang Wei's prediction was so accurate that it didn't seem like a deduction, but rather like—reading a script.

Especially the Battle of Mount Meru in Northern Europe.

When he arrived with the Alliance's elite forces, the defenses of the Grax base had already been largely breached by the beast horde.

The city walls collapsed, flames erupted, and the heretics and Norse superhumans stationed there struggled for their lives.

According to the information Wang Wei gave him, he and his men had just arrived.

Then, something strange happened.

The overwhelming hordes of strange beasts scattered as if they had encountered their natural enemy the moment they saw him.

Chen Junjie even felt that he didn't need an army of superhumans; just his presence alone was enough to scare away the entire beast tide.

This is very abnormal.

He was thus elevated to a divine status.

The survivors in Scandinavia knelt on the ground and called him "savior," and overseas organizations with supernatural abilities also regarded him as humanity's last hope.

Calamity nemesis, prophet, savior... all sorts of honors were bestowed upon him without reservation.

His name has spread to every base around the world, even children know that Chen Junjie is the prophet, he can scare away alien beasts, he is humanity's hope.

"Prophet, what exactly are you planning..." Chen Junjie murmured to himself.

He couldn't figure it out.

Why does Wang Wei attribute all the credit and honors to himself?

All of this should have belonged to Wang Wei.

"Is there some other hidden story...?"

......

Outside the Kashgar Mountains, a horde of wild animals poured out.

Where they passed, thunderstorms, extreme cold, crimson fog, wind blades, and blood rain—all kinds of extreme weather events intertwined, causing the entire land to tremble in this apocalyptic scene.

The beast tide surged out of the Kashgar Mountains like a black torrent, rolling towards the southwest base.

In the heart of the Kashgar Mountains, at the edge of a fissure.

The golden-eyed beast slowly emerged from the crack.

It did not participate in the charge, but remained stationed in its stronghold.

Although the golden-eyed beast believed that Wang Wei could not possibly return.

However, it still followed its previous agreement with Wang Wei and cooperated with Chen Junjie in the acting.

It's just a matter of some descendants dying and some time being wasted.

Its offspring have an extremely strong reproductive capacity. Once it occupies this world and modifies the environment, it can recover its vitality in a short time.

But if we don't attack as agreed now, what if that man comes back...?

The golden pupils of the golden-eyed beast contracted slightly.

It recalled the man sitting on the gravel, saying lazily, "Let's talk."

It doesn't matter if some ethnic groups die, but it only has one life.

This golden-eyed beast must have some brains to become the leader of the calamity beasts.

It keeps a clear account of this.

It gazed at the endless stream of its people flying out of the Kashgar Mountains, a hint of anthropomorphic pride appearing in its golden eyes.

Everything is going according to plan.

If it performs a few more shows, when the time is right, it can take the opportunity to make that demand to the Human Alliance—to exchange Chen Junjie's life for thirty years of peace for humanity.

Humanity, especially the greedy and selfish leaders, will surely agree.

In exchange for the life of a "savior," thirty years of breathing room, this deal must be worthwhile in their eyes.

By then, it will be able to completely annihilate the human race in this world.

The golden-eyed beast's lips curled up slightly, revealing a predator's smile.

Its golden pupils reflected the surging tide of beasts in the distance.

At this very moment, as it envisioned the future and felt smug and self-satisfied—

A voice sounded in its ear, not loud, very soft, like someone casually saying:

"Not bad, they didn't do anything reckless."

The golden-eyed beast froze.

The voice was so familiar, so familiar that it was etched into its very bones.

It instinctively wanted to turn around, to run away, to crawl back into the depths of the crevice—but its body wouldn't obey it.

Immediately afterwards, a hand descended from above its head and patted it lightly, as if patting a fairly obedient dog.

The golden-eyed beast was instinctively enraged.

Even a tribal leader has dignity!

Even if it recognized the voice as belonging to the same man from before, it was still prepared to reason with him!

You must not touch the head of the clan leader!

It turned its head to look at Wang Wei, opened its mouth, and squeezed out a low syllable from its throat.

That was its prepared, grand speech, about ethnic dignity, about bottom lines, about transactions.

However, its golden pupils suddenly dilated.

It saw Wang Wei.

It was the same man, with that same lazy, all-knowing expression.

But he possessed an aura that made even its very soul tremble.

The power to destroy, devastate, and strip everything away.

The faint aura emanating from Wang Wei's body was reflected in the pupils of the golden-eyed beast.

That was the overflow of primordial power flowing within his body, an aura that even the rules of this world could not suppress.

The golden-eyed beast subconsciously swallowed a non-existent saliva.

Its throat writhed a few times with difficulty, and finally it managed to squeeze out a single word through its teeth:

"Calamity..."

The sound trembled as it uttered the word.

Wang Wei looked down at it, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Keep performing," he said. "If you perform well, you'll be rewarded."