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

"That's really true... they won't act until they see the benefit."

Wang Wei stood with his hands behind his back, gazing southwest, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

He was fully aware of the golden-eyed beast's subtle move to slow down the attacks of higher-level beasts.

That cowardly beast, fearing retribution later, secretly let the Southwest Base off.

However, Wang Wei was also waiting.

He's waiting to see if the league will reveal its true cards.

Is the Southwest Base's trump card really just the "Corpse Cave"?

Unfortunately, he underestimated the resolve of the league's leadership.

Even with such casualties, Tian Lao and his group remained calmly seated in the base's conference room, completely unmoved.

Battlefield casualty figures continued to rise, but no change could be seen on their faces.

Wang Wei's lips curled up, and a hint of interest appeared in his eyes.

Will the Alliance's hidden trump card be able to stop the beast tide?

It seems that only when Chen Junjie is abandoned by the whole world and the calamities and monsters truly erupt in full force, threatening the lives of the higher-ups, will those people reveal all their trump cards.

He can wait.

Because it will be soon.

At the Southwest Base, on the battlefield, the SSS-level ability users were the first to notice something amiss.

It seems that the supply of high-level beasts from the beast tide is running out.

The defensive line, which had been under heavy pressure just moments before, suddenly felt a bit less stressed.

After a high-level Thunder Beast was defeated, no new one was brought in for a long time.

A gap appeared in the rear of the frost beast horde.

The group exchanged glances, each understanding the meaning in the other's eyes.

Whatever the reason, this is good news!

The high-level battlefield, which was originally in a precarious state, is gradually stabilizing.

The SSS-level superhuman gritted his teeth and held firm on the front line, finally able to lift his head and catch his breath from being passively attacked.

However, the lower-level battlefields were still brutal.

The low-level beasts showed no signs of weakness, advancing wave after wave in an endless stream.

They are the most worthless cannon fodder in the beast tide, and also the most reckless vanguard.

They trampled over the corpses of their own kind and tore apart everything that was alive.

The battle had been going on for several hours.

The human superhumans below didn't even have time to catch their breath.

From the city wall to its base, from the sky to the ground, everyone's arms were trembling and their lungs were burning.

Even military logistics personnel had their uniforms soaked in blood.

Those responsible for moving ammunition and carrying the wounded had blood on their clothes that had scabbed over, only to be replaced with fresh blood.

Layer upon layer, the original colors are no longer visible.

Everyone is risking their lives to hold on.

Because even the slightest relaxation could trigger an avalanche-like disaster.

The night before dawn is the darkest, and everyone below the battlefield is stretched to their limit.

On the city walls of the Southwest Base, the fire had been burning all night.

No one remembers the time, no one remembers how many beasts they killed.

Releasing superpowers, loading shells, firing, replenishing, replenishing again, repeating, repeating again, without stopping.

Once you stop, you can never get back up.

Outside the city, the corpses of strange beasts were almost level with the city walls in the open fields.

They were piled up in a dark, dense mass, like a dam built of flesh and blood.

On the city wall, the hands of the logistics soldiers were already rotten.

But they can no longer feel pain.

Only a burnt smell wafted from his hands, mingling with the bloody stench of the battlefield, indistinguishable from the real thing.

The road gun barrels were replaced seven times. The barrel walls were twisted and deformed by the high temperature, and the rifling inside the bore was worn down, revealing the grayish-white metal base.

suddenly,

"Is it... time for dawn?"

A young B-level ability user had blood all over his face, making it impossible to tell whether it was his own or someone else's.

He raised his head and looked eastward.

The sky there was no longer pure black, but had a faint grayish-white tinge.

No one answered him.

Time is like a stretched rubber band, struggling at its limit every second.

Everyone probably knows that dawn is coming, but no one knows whether they can hold on until dawn.

Hour after hour.

The gray-white sky spread inch by inch, like an invisible hand slowly and firmly tearing open the night.

From grayish-white to fish-belly white, from fish-belly white to pale gold!

On the city wall, the commander's eyes were bloodshot and sunken, making him look almost like a living skeleton.

His pupils, staring into the distance, suddenly widened dramatically.

"...Ceasefire."

His voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible, but the messenger beside him heard it.

The messenger hesitated for a second, then frantically pressed the communicator: "Ceasefire! Ceasefire everywhere!"

The artillery fire stopped. The gunfire stopped.

Everyone looked in the same direction at the same moment.

East.

On the horizon, the morning light tore through the last vestiges of night.

Golden light burst forth from the horizon, like a giant lightsaber, cleaving the crimson fog and smoke in two.

Within that golden light curtain, countless black dots were rapidly magnifying.

Thousands upon thousands of figures flew in from the east, soaring through the air, their robes fluttering in the wind.

At the very front, a figure took the lead, the morning light shining on him, bathing him in a golden glow.

Prophet, Chen Junjie!

"The prophet has come...the prophet has come!"

I don't know who was the first to shout it.

The sound tore through his hoarse throat, like a dull knife slicing through cloth.

Then, the second, the tenth, the hundredth, thousands upon thousands of voices exploded simultaneously—

"The prophet has arrived!"

"The prophet has come to our rescue!"

In the underground living area, the girl stared intently at the screen, tears streaming down her face like broken beads.

The chocolate cookie in her hand was already deformed from being squeezed, as if she were clutching her last straw.

"Brother Chen... Brother Chen is here..." Her voice trembled, her lips quivered, but her eyes shone.

The old man's tears streamed down his face, dripping onto the little girl's hair.

He didn't have time to wipe it off, he just kept nodding and repeating, "It's coming...it's coming..."

On the screen, the massive army of superhumans had already flown over the southwest base.

Sunlight streamed in from behind them, gilding each figure with a golden edge.

The procession of hundreds of thousands of people moved through the air like a moving golden cloud, covering half the sky.

Then, they moved.

The light of various supernatural abilities bloomed in the morning sky, like a reverse meteor shower, falling on the center of the beast tide!

Chen Junjie landed alone on the city wall. In front of him were the superhumans and soldiers who had fought all night.

"Prophet...Prophet, save us..."

"You've finally arrived..."

"We're saved..."

Cries, shouts, and prayers blended together.

Chen Junjie's gaze swept over the faces covered in tears and blood. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just nodded slightly.

He raised his hand and pointed to the still surging tide of beasts outside the city.

The army of SSS-level superhumans surged forth like a flood bursting its banks, charging towards the beast tide.

The once relentless horde of beasts suddenly faltered and began to retreat after Chen Junjie arrived.

Chen Junjie stood on the city wall, watching all of this.

His face was expressionless, but something was churning in his eyes.

He didn't know where Wang Wei was.

But he knew all of this.

The pace of the beast tide, the timing of the rescue, the devastation at the Southwest Base, and the beast tide's retreat upon seeing him were all part of Wang Wei's plan.

In the underground living area of ​​the base, countless people knelt down.

The battle raged outside all night, and these people stood there all night.

They stared at the screen, watching the defenders fall one by one.

There was nothing they could do but stand there, watch, and pray.

Now, the prophet has come.

"The prophet has come to our rescue!"

"The beast tide has receded!"

"Long live the Prophet! Long live the Prophet!"

Cheers erupted like a tidal wave, echoing throughout the entire base.

Some people were spinning around with their children, some were hugging strangers, and some were crying like children.

All the fear, despair, and helplessness that had been building up all night were released at this moment.

It turned into tears, into screams, into worship of the person standing on the city wall.

"Long live the Prophet!"

"Long live the Prophet!"

The sound penetrated the concrete walls of the underground living quarters, passed through the fortifications on the ground, and reached the city walls.

Chen Junjie stood at the highest point of the city wall, listening to the cheers.

His face was expressionless, but something was churning in his eyes.

He didn't know where Wang Wei was.

But he knew all of this—

The rhythm of the beast tide, the timing of the rescue, the devastation at the Southwest Base, and the "pattern" of the beast tide retreating upon seeing him were all part of Wang Wei's plan.

"Long live the Prophet..." he repeated the four words softly.

In the distance, deep within the Kashgar Mountains.

The morning light spread from the east, casting a long shadow of Wang Wei.

Under the light, everything in the Southwest Base was clearly visible.

He watched Chen Junjie arrive from the sky, and watched hundreds of thousands of SSS-level superhumans descend from the heavens.

Watching those ordinary people kneel on the ground, tears streaming down their faces, shouting "Long live the Prophet!"

Wang Wei smiled.

It's not sarcasm, nor is it gratification.

There was only one indescribable emotion.

"Right now, countless people are kneeling in worship," he said softly, gazing in Chen Junjie's direction. "But soon, all of this will be reversed."

A morning breeze blew by, ruffling the hem of his clothes.

The crimson mist automatically dispersed in front of him, as if making way for a king.

"By then, who will remember today, or what you have done?"

His voice drifted away in the wind, and no one heard it.

The golden-eyed beast twitched its ears, but did not raise its head.

In the distance, at the Southwest Base, Chen Junjie's figure stood like a deity in the morning light.

At his feet were kneeling commoners;

In front of him were charging soldiers;

Behind him, the rising sun bursts forth.

The cheers of "Long live the Prophet!" continued.

No one knew that this great battle was just the beginning.

No one knew that this prophet, regarded by everyone as a savior, was about to face the greatest betrayal in the world.

Wang Wei was waiting for that moment.

"What will you do then...?"