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

Cheers echoed throughout the Southwest Base.

Countless ordinary people emerged from the base's underground living quarters.

Under the rising sun, Chen Junjie on the city wall radiated the glow of dawn.

"Long live the Prophet!"

"Long live the Prophet!"

"......."

In the city, the crowd shouted excitedly, the sound never ceasing.

Even those with superpowers were swept up in this emotion and roared loudly along with it.

"Long live the Prophet!"

"........."

In the conference room of the Southwest Base, Elder Tian and others looked at the cheering crowd outside and reacted in different ways.

In a corner of the conference room, a young man in green muttered to himself, "The beast tide retreated as soon as Chen Junjie appeared. Why does it feel like..."

"Hmm?" Old Tian turned to look at him. "Little Li, what are your thoughts?"

The young man in green spoke somewhat awkwardly, "I don't really have any thoughts, I just feel like the prophet is grinding reputation..."

"Grind reputation?"

Everyone in the conference room was taken aback.

"Oh," the young man in green explained, "It's a video game I've been playing recently. Players can deliberately appear at the climax of a crisis to gain more reputation."

Upon hearing this, everyone was left speechless, unsure whether to laugh or cry.

But Tian Lao's expression hardened.

At first, he thought Chen Junjie's arrival at dawn was part of some special strategic plan.

There are ancient military maxims like "the men are exhausted and the horses are weary" and "one is bound to be defeated when facing Liang."

But now it seems that there is indeed a suspicion of "reputation farming".

It's not that he doubted Chen Junjie's motives, but... the timing was too coincidental.

The beast tide fought all night, and the Southwest Base suffered heavy casualties, with its defenses on the verge of collapse. Chen Junjie happened to appear at dawn, at the most desperate moment, and then the beast tide "just happened" to retreat.

Old Tian pondered for a moment, then waved his hand and instructed the young man, "Xiao Li, go and collect the corpses from the battlefield and send them to the morgue."

Xiao Li was taken aback: "Old Tian, ​​this requires opening the corpse pit. We've been nurturing the corpse energy for so long..."

"It's alright," Old Tian said in a deep voice, his tone leaving no room for doubt. "So many people died in this battle; replenishing our ranks with fresh corpses is more beneficial than harmful."

Xiao Li opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but seeing Old Tian's cold eyes, he swallowed his words.

"Yes." He accepted the order, turned around, and walked out.

The cheers at the Southwest Base continued.

Outside, Chen Junjie looked around at the excited crowd, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

All of this honor should belong to Wang Wei!

The true prophet was regarded as a sinner by everyone and had to fake his death to escape.

Despite this, Wang Wei continued to help humanity in secret.

Chen Junjie's admiration for Wang Wei had reached an unparalleled level.

He was far less great than the prophet.

All he can do now is follow the prophet's instructions and do his job well.

Standing in the spotlight, drawing everyone's attention to oneself, while keeping the true mastermind hidden in the shadows.

Chen Junjie took a deep breath and slowly raised his hand.

Almost instantly, the cheering crowd fell silent.

This appeal is unmatched.

Chen Junjie looked at the faces that were looking up at him and slowly uttered four words:

"Humanity will prevail."

As soon as the words fell—

"Humanity will prevail!"

"Humanity will prevail!"

Countless people roared simultaneously, their voices louder and more intense than before, as if they were trying to vent all the fear and despair of the entire night.

"The Dragon Kingdom will prevail!"

"Victory is certain! Victory is certain! Victory is certain!"

The sound waves were like a tsunami.

In the distance, the hundreds of thousands of superhumans brought by Chen Junjie had begun to return.

The beast tide was easily defeated and fled towards the Kashgar Mountains.

These people did not continue the pursuit.

Chen Junjie looked at them, then at the superhumans who had fought a fierce battle all night at the Southwest Base.

These people carried a mixture of exhaustion and excitement; they had experienced despair and been reborn.

"You should rest," Chen Junjie said in a low voice, but it eerily drowned out the cheering crowd.

Everyone stopped abruptly and looked at Chen Junjie.

"But the beast tide won't give us time," Chen Junjie looked north. "The beast tide hasn't really receded."

"Their next target is Jiangnan City!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere at the scene became heavy.

These people with superpowers knew about the situation in Jiangnan City.

Of the six major bases in the Dragon Kingdom, Jiangnan City has the weakest defenses and cannot compare with the other five.

"Those who still have the strength to fight, come with me."

After Chen Junjie finished speaking, he didn't waste any more time.

He turned around, leaped into the air, his clothes fluttering, and flew northward.

His hundreds of thousands of troops followed without the slightest hesitation.

The sky was filled with countless figures, blotting out the sun.

The superhumans from the Southwest Base were only a fraction of a second slower, and then almost everyone caught up.

No one hesitated; when the prophet told them to go, they went.

The wounded, those too exhausted to fly, waved desperately towards the sky, shouting hoarsely.

"Kill a few more for us!" "Take care, Prophet!"

Only military troops and a few severely injured superhumans remained on the city wall.

They watched the crowd depart, their eyes filled with reluctance, respect, and an indescribable, tearful emotion.

Ordinary people in the Southwest Base stood below the city, looking up at the sky.

The prophet saved them all and immediately had to rush to another battlefield.

This is the prophet, this is the savior!

"Respectfully bidding farewell to the Prophet!"

"Wishing the Prophet a triumphant return!"

An elderly man with gray hair took the lead in shouting, and then everyone else followed suit.

"Respectfully bidding farewell to the Prophet!"

"The Prophet has returned in triumph!"

Those people cried, laughed, and waved frantically.

In the crowd, the little girl clutched the chocolate cookie tightly and waved her little hand frantically.

She didn't even have a chance to say a word to Brother Chen.

But she understood that Brother Chen had more important things to do.

Just then, a group of superhumans dressed in black uniforms quietly flew out of the city while the crowd wasn't paying attention.

Some people landed in the pile of corpses outside the city and began collecting the bodies of the strange beasts.

The other group searched the ground.

The bodies of the superhumans who lay in pools of blood, at the foot of the city walls, or dug out from piles of corpses were carefully lifted onto stretchers and covered with white cloths.

On the city wall, some superhumans who had participated in the all-night battle offered to help, but were politely but firmly stopped.

"You are heroes." The man in black's voice was calm, devoid of any emotion. "We'll take care of these things."

The men in black had a clear division of labor and worked extremely quickly.

The body of the superhuman was carried away, and the corpse of the monster was transported away.

As for where it's being transported, most people don't know.

"We must erect a monument for the heroes!" someone shouted from the crowd.

"We must remember them forever! They are heroes of our nation, our saviors!"

Those below the city were ignited by these words.

They watched as bodies covered in white sheets were carried into the base.

"Heroes never die!"

"Heroes never die!"

Countless people raised their arms and shouted again and again in the direction where the bodies had gone.

Led by the young man in green, a large group of people quickly carried the remains into the base's hidden passage and went downhill.

The base has three floors: first, second, and third!

The corridor was long, the lights flickered, the air temperature was getting lower and lower, and there was an indescribable smell in the air.

Finally, it stopped in front of the alloy gate.

The gate slowly opened, revealing an endless mass grave.

But when the boy in green saw the state of the corpse pit, he stood frozen in place.

Is it empty?

Every spot meant to hold the "corpse king" was empty. Rows and columns, neat and tidy, completely empty.

The boy in green felt his mind explode.

In the conference room of the Southwest Base Alliance, Tian Lao was still arranging the aftermath with others.

"Thump, thump, thump"

The sound of hurried footsteps approached.

With a loud "bang".

The conference room door was pushed open.

"Old Tian!" The boy in green exclaimed in terror.

Old Tian glanced at the green-clad youth's appearance and frowned. "What kind of behavior is this, all flustered and disorganized?"

"Corpse...corpse...corpse cave..." the green-clad boy stammered.

Old Tian didn't seem to care, and didn't even look up: "Were the bodies of fallen superhumans added in?"

The boy in green looked even paler.

He swallowed hard, glanced at everyone present, then looked at Old Tian and whispered, "You...you should go and see for yourself."

Old Tian looked up at Xiao Li's deathly pale face and realized that something was wrong.

He stood up and walked out of the conference room. Xiao Li quickly followed.

Along the way, Mr. Tian's pace quickened.

After a while, Old Tian stood in front of the gate, his eyes meeting the empty corpse pit.

He rubbed his eyes. He wasn't seeing things.

The enormous corpse pit, which had been built with countless efforts and resources and contained a massive number of "corpse monsters," was now empty.

Old Tian's lips trembled, his eyes widened, and his pupils reflected the empty space.

A heart-wrenching wail rang out:

"Where's my corpse?!"