Within the reservoir, flames roared, forming a tornado of fire that shot straight into the sky.

The heat waves blew in waves, causing everyone to retreat continuously.

Lin Jingyi watched this scene in a daze and suddenly asked, "General Manager Chen, do you think we humans will lose?"

Chen Shouyi understood that she was not referring to this battle, but to the war between Earth and the alien world.

He was silent for a while before speaking, "Of course not. If we can resist the alien world for twenty years, we can continue to hold out. The war will eventually be victorious!"

Although he didn't have a global perspective, in the past six months, he could clearly feel that human strength was rapidly recovering.

At the start of the mutation, the entire city was dead silent, and not a single moving vehicle could be seen on the roads.

But now, steam trucks appeared everywhere.

Not only that, the silhouette of planes reappeared in the sky.

As long as humans are given a few more years to breathe, when electricity, communication, and electronics gradually recover, human strength will be a thousand times what it is now, and we'll no longer be in such a sorry state.

As for humans counterattacking the alien world, Chen Shouyi had never considered it.

Not to mention the influence of three times the gravity and high concentration of Original Force on technology.

Just the strength of the Barbarian Gods would be enough to halt human progress.

The Barbarian Gods in the alien world's base camp and the ones that came to Earth were two completely different concepts.

If the Barbarian Gods on Earth could only exert one strength, then in the alien world, their strength would be one hundred, one thousand; even a nuclear bomb probably wouldn't work.

After all, no matter how powerful a nuclear bomb is, it has to hit to be effective.

Given the speed of Barbarian Gods' movement in the alien world, they would probably escape the attack range before it even exploded.

The fire burned for a few minutes before gradually extinguishing. The sewage at the bottom of the reservoir was already boiling, and numerous dead alien creatures rolled in the boiling water, with a strange smell permeating the air.

Chen Shouyi immediately put on a mask.

...

The time gradually reached dawn.

A thin cloud covered the moonlight overhead.

A faint mist permeated the air, making the view hazy.

Xue Youcheng squeezed his sore arms, feeling utterly exhausted.

From daytime to now, he didn't know how many times he had pulled the bow, three hundred times, or five hundred; he had lost count.

In total, the two crates of arrows provided by the troops were all used by him and Lin Jingyi.

Of the total one thousand arrows, just over a hundred remained.

With the corner of his eye, he cautiously glanced at the Chief Safety Advisor sitting by the embankment, slowly chewing on a piece of compressed biscuit.

The circle of Martial Artists is strictly hierarchical, with Martial Artists at the top of the food chain, high above, and detached, while Martial Artists form the middle layer, neither superior nor inferior, and Warriors are at the bottom.

The hierarchy among the three is distinct and insurmountable.

There's no such thing as challenging up the ranks.

Those who can defeat Martial Artists are naturally not ordinary Martial Artists, and those who can defeat a Martial Artist are certainly Martial Artists themselves.

Everything relies on actual combat, no fancy techniques.

As the bottom rung of the Martial Artists, whenever there are higher-ranking experts in the team, the dirty, tiring, and menial jobs naturally fall on them.

This is as it should be and also reflects the value of their existence.

Their only use is to handle these odd jobs so that the strong can maintain their strength to deal with dangerous situations.

They put in hard work, and what they get in return is safety.

They bow and smile, giving up their pride, in exchange for a helping hand at a critical time.

Of course, not all Martial Artists can let go of their pride, but that's just his old salted fish mentality.

And young Martial Artists, most of them are energetic and ambitious.

At this moment, a figure blurred, and Chen Shouyi was already standing beside him.

Xue Youcheng was startled, almost firing an arrow, but the next moment he saw the sewage at the bottom of the reservoir bulge into a mountain, creating waves as a colossal creature nearly ten meters long emerged from the water.

"Boom boom boom..."

The machine gunfire sounded, and the rapid-firing cannon began to roar.

This huge creature, with sharp teeth and a swordfish-like dorsal fin, barely understood the situation before a storm of attacks came its way. Numerous shells caused blood to splash from its body, which trembled repeatedly, wailing incessantly.

As a gasoline bomb hit its body, flames enveloped it.

Very soon, the reservoir returned to complete calmness.

...

The swamp behind the spatial passage was obviously a terrifying area.

All sorts of powerful creatures appeared endlessly.

Throughout the night, three similar giant beasts emerged, and small alien creatures were even more numerous.

By morning, the sewage at the bottom of the reservoir was piled with corpses, almost side by side, densely packed.

The presence of these corpses greatly accelerated the cement's sealing process, and by dawn, nearly a third of the passage was blocked by cement.

Chen Shouyi estimated that at most two days would see the completion of this task.

When the time reached seven o'clock.

A batch of military Martial Artists came to replace their group. Among them, Chen Shouyi saw Lei Ruiyang, who glanced over here from a distance before moving his gaze and talking to a nearby military Martial Artist.

...

The campsite had long prepared a place for them to rest. Accompanied by an orderly, Chen Shouyi entered the tent.

The ground was covered with lime, and the air was filled with the strong smell of medicine. Inside, besides a bed, there were also some toiletries and two thermos bottles.

Fortunately, compared to other Martial Artists who had four in a tent, this could be considered a luxurious single room.

"Chief Advisor, do you need to wash your body?" the orderly asked.

"Take a bath? Is there running water?" Chen Shouyi wondered, as this was the wilderness, and running water did not reach here.

"All the water here is boiled!" the orderly explained. "If needed, I can bring you several bottles of hot water. After cooling down, it can be used for cleaning."

"Then forget it, there's no need!" Chen Shouyi said. He hadn't moved much the whole night, and not a drop of sweat had come out.

After the orderly left.

Chen Shouyi took off his protective suit and began to wash up.

In this lockdown zone, to eliminate parasites, there's almost no cold water; all the water is boiled, which is rather troublesome. Brushing teeth and washing the face took nearly ten minutes.

After finishing up, he lay on the bed with his clothes on, thoughts flying all over his mind.

Across the country, there are likely quite a few undiscovered dangerous spatial passages like this one, and this definitely won't be an isolated case. Fortunately, this one was discovered in time and effectively controlled…

At that moment, the sound of artillery and gunfire came again from afar, slightly vibrating the bed.

He stopped his wild thoughts, listened quietly for a while, placed his hand on the sword hilt, and waited until the artillery fire gradually subsided. He sighed gently, closed his eyes, and began to meditate.

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