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

In the underground living area of ​​the Southwest Base, everyone looked up at the electronic screen, their breaths catching in their throats.

The scene on the screen was soaked in smoke and blood, and the ferocity of the battle far exceeded everyone's imagination.

Even the ventilation ducts were filled with the acrid smell of the battlefield and the stench of blood.

Once human superhumans come into contact with the beast tide, they are plunged into a deadly battle with no way out.

High in the sky, one after another, the superhumans who fought valiantly fell.

Although the number of dead monsters far exceeded that of humans, their corpses piled up into small mountains in the distance from the base.

Looking out, the beast tide stretched as far as the eye could see, surging relentlessly toward the city walls.

Everyone in the underground living area of ​​the base was on edge, their eyes red, their hands clenched, and they prayed silently.

No one spoke, only suppressed sobs and heavy breathing could be heard.

They knew that once the defenses were breached, everyone in the underground living area would become food for the monsters, without even a chance to resist.

"Brother Chen will come..."

In the corner, the little girl was clutching half a chocolate cookie she hadn't finished eating.

This was given to her by Chen Junjie when he rescued them in Luofeng Village.

She couldn't bear to finish her meal, and it became her only source of emotional support at that moment.

"It will come, it will come..." Beside her, the old man's face was full of wrinkles and worry. His cloudy eyes were fixed on the battlefield on the screen, but he still kept comforting the girl in a soft voice, his voice trembling with barely concealed emotion.

"Grandpa, when is Brother Chen coming?" The little girl looked up at her grandfather, her eyes red-rimmed, and she gripped the biscuit even tighter with her little hands.

"It'll be soon." The old man raised his hand and gently stroked the girl's head, his tone as gentle as possible, but his hand was trembling. "The Prophet surely has his own plans. We must trust him, and we must also trust the warriors on the city walls."

He didn't know if he was saying this to the girl or to himself.

The city's defenses have long since become a living hell.

The loading of heavy weaponry never stopped.

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom..."

"Da da da da da da..."

Thousands of rounds per second from the close-in weapon system spewed forth, the dense barrage of bullets frantically devouring the low-level alien beasts approaching the city wall.

Several close-in weapon systems had their rotating barrels glowing red-hot from the high temperatures, and some were even visibly softening and deforming, emitting a pungent, burnt smell.

The gunners' hands were burned, their skin sticking to the scalding hot cannon barrels, making a sizzling sound.

But they continued to numbly repeat the launching motion.

"Replace the gun barrel! Quickly!"

The gunner yelled at the top of his lungs, his voice hoarse like a broken gong.

But this shout was insignificant amidst the roars of the alien beasts, the booming of the colliding supernatural powers, and the explosions of artillery fire; it was almost instantly drowned out.

Logistics soldiers rushed up, their hands covered in soaking wet burlap, and laboriously removed the scorching hot cannon barrel.

The high temperature scorched through the linen, causing the skin and flesh to roll back, revealing the bright red tender flesh underneath.

But they were completely unaware, racing against time to replace the cannon barrels.

Every second of delay could mean another monster breaking through the barrage of fire, or another comrade falling on the city wall.

Inside the city wall, firing vehicles and anti-aircraft guns fired at excessive capacity according to the pre-determined firing areas, regardless of cost.

The shells rained down, exploding into huge bursts of fire among the beast horde, blasting swathes of low-level monsters to smithereens.

Limbs and severed arms flew into the air, and black blood rained down like a storm, turning the land below the city wall into a black swamp.

The military has mobilized all available firepower, using tens of millions of tons of ammunition to build a death barrier of steel and flames.

Their goal was not to kill high-level alien beasts.

Their task was to kill as many low-level beasts as possible, disrupt the beast tide's attack rhythm, and buy time for the ability users on the city walls to catch their breath.

This is the defensive strategy devised by the commander, which focuses on suppressing firepower, clearing out low-level alien beasts, slowing down the advance of the beast tide, and creating space for subsequent defense.

High in the night sky, tens of thousands of SSS-level superhumans stood like pillars supporting the heavens and earth, desperately blocking the high-level alien beasts in the beast tide.

In the night sky, the lights of various supernatural abilities intertwined and collided, like a magnificent yet tragic fireworks display.

However, the high-level beasts in the beast tide are fearless and undaunted.

One fell, and another strange beast immediately took its place.

They have no fear, only the instinct to kill.

Even with the human superhumans working in perfect harmony, one line of defense gradually began to falter.

One of the superhumans at the front, his eyes bloodshot, detonated himself, repelling the attack of the high-level alien beast.

No one had any confidence that such resistance could last long.

"kill!"

"Killing one is enough to break even, killing two is a bonus!"

On the city wall, an A-level fire-type ability user, covered in blood, roared and burst into flames, leading the way as he leaped out of the wall.

A large number of low-level ability users followed closely behind, but most of them were A-level or B-level.

They are the outermost "flesh and blood barrier" of the defense line, the last line of defense on this city wall.

The defending troops were already bloodthirsty.

The primal fear of humanity was crushed by the sacrifice of one comrade after another, replaced by an inherent stubbornness and unwillingness to accept defeat.

These low-level superhumans knew that they absolutely could not allow the monsters to get close to the city walls.

Once the city walls are breached, the military's firing positions will be destroyed, and without fire support, the entire defensive line will be caught in a pincer movement.

Especially in the roadbed heavy firepower zones within urban areas, artillery fire requires a certain output environment and reload time, making it impossible to withstand the close-range impact of alien beasts.

However, faced with the vast and endless tide of beasts, everyone felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

Low-level ability users are like pebbles thrown into the ocean, quickly swallowed up by the horde of beasts.

The A-level fire-type ability user had only been running for less than ten seconds when he was pounced on by three red mist beasts at the same time.

With a loud "boom"

He directly detonated his supernatural power, and a ball of orange-red flame engulfed everything within a radius of twenty meters.

After the flames died down, only a charred black spot remained.

On the battlefield, severed limbs were everywhere, and blood soaked the ground beneath the city walls.

The roars of beasts, the shouts of warriors, and the booming of cannons intertwine to form a desperate and tragic war song.

On the city wall, the commander stood in the command tower, keeping a close eye on every corner of the battlefield.

His eyes were bloodshot, the veins on his forehead were bulging, and his fingers were pressing down hard on the communicator in his hand.

"Execute the second contingency plan—create an opening on the flank of the beast tide and divide the herd!"

Just seconds later, with a creak, all four gates of the Southwest Base opened simultaneously.

"Boom!"

The earth began to tremble slightly, then more and more violently.

Waves of black armored vehicles surged out from the four city gates.

Nearly a thousand heavily armored tanks, lined up end to end, formed a long steel dragon and poured out of the city gate, like a black blade piercing the flank of the beast tide.

The cannons were already at their maximum elevation angle, aimed at the low-flying horde of strange beasts, and fired without hesitation.

"Boom—Boom—Boom—"

The roar of the tank cannons firing in unison was like the collapse of the sky and the flames spewing from the muzzles illuminating half of the night sky as if it were daytime.

The cannonballs exploded among the beasts, blasting entire hordes of strange creatures into pieces.

The steel torrent tore a gap in the beast tide.

Inside the command tower, the commander gripped the communicator tightly, monitoring the advance of the armored forces.

"Adjust the firing angle of the anti-aircraft guns to cover the flanks of the armored forces and prevent a surprise attack from high-level alien beasts!"

On the city wall, several anti-aircraft guns rapidly rotated their muzzles and opened fire fiercely on the beast hordes flanking the armored troops.

"Notify the reserve teams in the city to prepare to receive the low-level ability users as they evacuate!" the commander ordered again.

In the underground living area, the images on the electronic screens remained horrific.

But when people saw the black torrent of steel pouring out of the city gates and tearing a gap in the beast tide, a glimmer of light gradually ignited in their originally desperate eyes.

Someone covered their mouth and cried out.

"The breach has been created... They did it..."

"Hold on! Hold on!"

"......."

Deep in the heart of the Kashgar Mountains, a golden-eyed beast lay on the ground, sensing every change on the battlefield.

Its descendants are dying in large numbers. It deliberately slowed down the speed of the high-level beasts, but the low-level beasts still surged towards the city walls like a tide.

Its golden pupils shifted slightly as it glanced at Wang Wei, who stood with his hands behind his back in the distance.

That man didn't say a word from beginning to end.

He just stood there, gazing southwest, as if waiting for something.

The golden-eyed beast dared not ask.

It lay there silently, occasionally letting out a low growl to adjust the rhythm of the high-level beasts' attacks.

Its life is more important than anything else.