I, Du Jing's Book, have always been heaven's favored child.

Always the only one.

Always sharp and outstanding.

Everyone sent by the Du Family let out a long sigh of relief.

As long as it's a success.

...

In contrast to the celebration of the Yan Gui Corps, the alien coalition was dead silent from top to bottom.

The Grandmasters were fine.

They knew the goal of the war wasn't just a cart of source ore; this was merely a distraction to the Wuwen Race.

But ordinary aliens couldn't swallow this.

So many warriors were sacrificed, so many friends and family died, just for a cart of broken source ore.

This brain-dead tactic had long made the coalition furious.

Now, the only trophy, the only cart of source ore, was snatched away by the Wuwen Race, taken back!

Then what were we doing?

Clearly better tactics could have been used to slowly fight the Wuwen Race.

Clearly fewer people could have died.

But what were the City Lord and Camp Generals, even the Divine Elder, doing?

Why must so many warriors die in vain at the hands of the poisonous bees?

"How could the Wuwen Race disguise themselves as the Yangxiang Race, what did they actually do!"

A Fifth-Grade Commander roared furiously, then angrily threw down his weapon.

Silence.

The entire army remained silent.

No one spoke.

The Divine Elder remained silent.

The City Lords remained silent, and the Camp Generals of the Garrison Camp also said nothing.

These Fifth-Grade Commanders were on the verge of collapse.

"Generals, I cannot understand, what exactly are we doing?

"The warriors of our camp are all dead, only I survived, I don't know what this war means.

"The warriors are not afraid to die at the hands of the Wuwen Race, but half of my battle camp died in the poisonous bee forest.

"I don't understand, why is it like this!"

A heavily wounded Fifth-Grade finally couldn't help but ask.

The whole battle camp had only one or two barely alive seriously injured left.

He's now a lone commander, and his injuries are likely incurable; living is as good as dead.

Even if punished by the Divine Elder, he must ask for clarity for the fallen warriors.

What is the meaning of this war!

The commander's words resonated with all the lower-level warriors of the coalition, and all the aliens looked up at the high-ranking generals.

In the last war.

Even in the one before last, the lower-level warriors of the coalition had begun to question the Divine Elder's tactics.

It's not the Grandmasters who die, but these lower-level warriors.

...

"The Yangxiang Race was utterly defeated, a bunch of idiots."

"The Yan Gui Corps is invincible, the Yangxiang Race returns in great defeat."

"Yangxiang Race, I curse your ancestors to the eighteenth generation."

"Trash aliens, you're only fit to feed flies."

...

In the distance, there were all kinds of humiliating curses coming from the Wuwen Race.

Many in the Wuwen Race learned the language of the Yangxiang Race, and although their pronunciation was not standard, they spewed endless insults.

The entire alien coalition was humiliated.

Unfortunately.

The generals remained expressionless, apparently not intending to explain at all.

The alien coalition even began to stir.

Especially the aliens of Dianshi City.

They were already worried about the situation in Dianshi City and the unrest grew even stronger.

Swoosh!

Qing Tu turned his head disdainfully.

A wind blade suddenly appeared, and the head of the Fifth-Grade Yangxiang Race who led the questioning was instantly separated from his body.

"Divine... Divine, Elder... you..."

Before his death, this Fifth-Grade stared wide-eyed at Qing Tu.

"Anyone disturbing military order shall be executed without mercy!"

Qing Tu, the Ninth-Grade Divine Elder, spoke calmly, yet his resonant voice suppressed all sounds on the scene.

The alien coalition fell silent once again.

"Divine Elder Qing Tu, you dare kill my commander... damn you... damn your ancestors to the eighteenth generation!"

At this moment, a Yangxiang with a body full of wounds, with both legs and arms severed, cursed strenuously.

He had learned the Wuwen Race's cursing language.

The commander was also dead.

In this battle camp, only he, a severely wounded survivor, remained, what's the point of living?

He felt it wasn't worth it for the commander.

Wasn't it just asking on behalf of all warriors, why kill?

Even if he were to die, he wanted to avenge the commander.

If he couldn't kill the Divine Elder, at least cursing would be satisfying.

"Qing Tu, you're nothing but trash, you're tyrannical and arrogant, I curse you on behalf of all the dead warriors, may you die miserably.

"I curse your ancest... pfft..."

This time, no need for the Divine Elder to act, a nearby Fifth-Grade Commander hurriedly ended him with a slash.

Although... he cursed vigorously.

He also spoke what was in the hearts of all the Yangxiang Race.

But he had to die.

Many from the Yangxiang Race secretly mourned him.

"Qing Tu, did you hear that? Your subordinates want to violate your old mother. Hurry up and bring your mother over, let your coalition have some fun."

At this moment, Yan Chenyun's voice spread out.

The Yan Gui Corps erupted in cheers once more.

Yan Chenyun sneered.

Finally, Qing Tu, you have a day like this too.

"Haha!

"Hahaha... Hahaha... Hahahaha!"

However, Qing Tu was neither enraged nor angry.

Instead, he burst into wild laughter.

Laughing so hard he rocked back and forth.

"Hahaha!"

"Hahaha, foolish Wuwen Race."

"Yan Chenyun, do you not know? Your Yan Gui Corps is already utterly defeated."

"Yan Chenyun, your source mine... is gone. Hahaha!"

Subsequently, several City Lords and Camp Generals were also laughing wildly.

Their pupils were filled entirely with ridicule.

Seeing this, everyone in the Yan Gui Corps frowned.

Crazy?

The aliens, up and down, have all gone mad?

"Yan Chenyun, I want to tell you a secret, a secret about the source mineral.

"Have you heard of the Subterranean Nest Stone? Come to think of it, foolish Wuwen Race, how could you possibly know something like the Subterranean Nest Stone?

"Today, in my great compassion, I'll explain it to you."

After a burst of wild laughter, Qing Tu briefly explained the Subterranean Nest Stone and the Subterranean Blood Moth.

Of course, he did not mention Jiao Qingyuan's betrayal, which was one of Jiao Qingyuan's conditions.

Upon hearing this, Yan Chenyun's entire body went rigid.

Subterranean Nest Stone.

Subterranean Moth.

Subterranean Blood Moth.

Dammit, what exactly is going on.

Everyone in the Yan Gui Corps, full of anxiety, looked toward the source mine.

Sure enough.

Above the source mine, a layer of red mist had already appeared.

Previously, no one paid attention, after all, the source mine was constantly shrouded in cold air, perhaps because of the intense bloodshed causing the cold air to take on a special color.

But now it seemed truly bizarre.

Swish!

Qing Tu flicked a finger, and a small stone shot to the edge of the source mine.

Crack!

Indeed, the mine, once impregnable and which even grandmasters found difficult to break, directly collapsed into a small pit.

It was as if it had weathered.

"See?

"This is the fate of the entire source mine, hahaha."

Qing Tu laughed wildly again.

Currently, only a small edge was destroyed, still far from the core, but he couldn't stand to see Yan Chenyun pleased, so he mocked him prematurely.

Everyone in the Yan Gui Corps wore an expression of frost.

This was practically a disaster of extinction.

The grandmaster commanders were trembling all over, each looking as if they had lost their parents.

Yan Chenyun could hardly breathe.

Everyone stared at the mine; the cold air blocked out the sky, the scarlet color terrifying to behold.

Who could have thought that within those scarlet hues, there would be strange Blood Moths.

Boom!

At this moment, the alien coalition directly began to shout wildly.

The words the Yan Gui Corps had mocked them with, they returned verbatim.

The Yangxiang Race, from top to bottom, was tearfully exhilarated.

The Divine Elder's divine tactics, it turns out everything was a setup, a strategy.

The scales of war tipped instantly in favor of the Yangxiang Race.

Du Jing's Book was stunned with eyes wide open.

Damn Yangxiang Race, they actually had such tactics.

Qing Tu waved his hand, stopping the coalition's shouts.

He wanted silence!

He wanted to savor Yan Chenyun's expression; yes, like someone who had just lost his parents.

...

"Victory news!

"West Martial Su Yue, West Martial Bai Xiaolong, with the Cangyuan Sixth Camp, cleverly thwarted the Yangxiang Race's plot, reclaiming the source minerals... one hundred carts!

"Human race's great victory, long live the human race!"

...

Just as both sides were plunged into a dead silence, a resounding shout from East Battle Dao broke through everything.

Creaaaak!

Creaaaak!

The next second, carts were slowly emerging from the thick fog.

"Su Yue, wasn't it 50 carts? Why did you shout 100 carts."

Bai Xiaolong was behind Su Yue, gritting his teeth while dragging almost twenty wooden carts, nearly exhausted.

He was furious, why was Su Yue standing with his hands behind his back while not pulling carts.

"Bai Xiaolong, shut up."

Wang Anhu kicked Bai Xiaolong.

And he's the student council president?

Is there no intelligence requirement to be a president now?

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