Chapter 637: Ironblood Battlefield! Frontline Assignments!

It was past one in the morning, the sky pitch black.

Yet around the entire wall, dozens of high-intensity floodlights illuminated the area as bright as day.

Along the wall, two rows of blinding red warning lights flashed, stretching endlessly into the distance.

The massive alloy gate ahead remained closed, but low, ferocious beast roars still seeped through it.

Far off in the sky, clusters of "dark clouds" hovered, faint crimson glimmers flickering within them.

They were not real clouds—they were vast swarms of avian beasts!

"The wall gate will open in 5 minutes and 23 seconds!"

"All guild and legion members, assemble before the gate for identity scanning and frontline assignment."

"The wall gate will open in 5 minutes and 22 seconds. Please all..."

Giant electronic alerts echoed repeatedly across the entire wall.

Xu Jingming, landed on the ground, followed the voice prompts toward the wall gate.

Boom boom boom~~

Deep engine roars rose as troop transport trucks rolled in from afar and halted near the wall.

Immediately, large numbers of adepts poured out of the trucks.

They quickly formed neat lines on the open ground.

Unlike ordinary adepts, they did not wear light combat suits.

Instead, they wore heavy alloy armor; each step they took carried unmistakable weight.

Clearly, on the frontline, survival mattered most—agility came second.

"Heavy infantry legion," Xu Jingming observed from afar.

The White Canyon of Great Xia also had many such heavy units.

The adepts of heavy infantry legions not only wore armor, but their weapons were uniformly standardized alloy shields and battle blades.

Even their combat techniques were largely identical, allowing them to combine releases for unexpected power.

"Master Zongshi, greetings!"

"Master Zongshi!"

"My lord!"

"..."

Besides the heavy infantry legion, there were also ranged elemental legions and support personnel.

They kept arriving nonstop via troop transports.

After disembarking, upon sensing the faint yet unmistakable aura of a seventh-rank Master emanating from Xu Jingming,

all of them bowed respectfully.

When they saw the Seven-Star Master President badge on his left chest, their respect deepened into intense admiration.

In the entire Mocheng Master-level squads, there were no more than a hundred Seven-Star Masters.

"This badge really has its uses," Xu Jingming nodded slightly.

On the battlefield, he could even use this badge to issue orders to smaller legions, commanding them to protect him.

This was a direct, non-negotiable order from Mocheng's military.

After all, cultivating a seventh-rank Master was far harder than training a thousand low-rank adepts.

Of course,

it wasn't without cost.

Once this right was used, one must serve the Mocheng official military for ten years.

Thus, few Masters actively exercised this right—unless truly in dire straits.

"Ding ding ding~~~"

"Identity verification in progress. Simon, commander of the Acrylic Legion, identity confirmed. Scanning soldier identities..."

"One thousand adept soldiers confirmed. Your assigned frontline sector is X-24."

"Upon gate opening, proceed immediately."

Before the wall gate, hundreds of fist-sized intelligent flyers darted through the crowd, projecting virtual beams.

They scanned legion soldiers to verify identities.

Once confirmed, they notified each unit of its assigned defensive sector.

These assignments were jointly determined by artificial intelligence and tactical masters with powerful spiritual energy.

Their goal: minimize casualties and repel this beast tide.

Every legion adept wore earpieces to receive real-time updates and adjust tactics.

Of course, the Degaka Legion had none.

They took no orders from the military, and the military bore no responsibility for them.

On the battlefield, life and death rested entirely on their own shoulders.

Unlike official legions, they couldn't call for mutual aid.

"No wonder Mocheng is a supercity—its frontline is ruthlessly organized, radiating iron-blooded discipline."

Xu Jingming mused inwardly.

This was because Mocheng's frontline stretched impossibly long—six hundred thousand square kilometers.

The wall encircling the entire city alone stretched nearly three thousand kilometers!

Only on Blue Star, where supernatural power and advanced technology coexisted, could such a thing exist.

In his past life, Xu Jingming could never have imagined a wall stretching over three thousand kilometers and standing over seventy meters tall!

Of course, not every section of the wall saw combat.

Still, at least four to five hundred kilometers of it were likely to face beast tide assaults.

Without precise tactical planning, everything would collapse into chaos.

In contrast, Zhen'an City of Great Xia had a frontline of just over twenty kilometers—one ninth-rank Martial Saint could control the entire front.

"Ding ding ding~~~"

"Identity confirmed. Welcome Seven-Star Master Zhou Xuan of the Degaka Legion to Battlefield Three."

An intelligent flyer hovered just ahead of Xu Jingming, scanning his identity.

For a moment, Xu Jingming thought the flyer's voice grew slightly gentler after recognizing him.

"Your certification indicates you are an A-Rank Fire Element adept."

"Do you follow the Martial Path or the Elementalist Path?"

The intelligent flyer asked.

"What's the difference?" Xu Jingming asked curiously.

"Elementalists need only ascend the wall and cast ranged spell techniques—they need not engage directly."

"Martialists must join the frontline and fight beasts hand-to-hand."

The flyer replied.

"I see."

After a moment's thought, Xu Jingming answered: "I follow the Martial Path—close combat."

Compared to elementalists on the wall, martialists faced far greater danger, but they dealt direct damage.

Yet the beast tide also contained beasts skilled in elemental manipulation.

Ranged spell damage was inconsistent—pure luck.

Compared to that, directly entering the frontline to kill beasts yielded far higher adept point efficiency.

"Understood. Are you operating alone?"

The flyer's virtual beams detected no one near Xu Jingming, so it asked again.

"Yes," Xu Jingming nodded.

"Assigning frontline sector now."

Only seconds later, the flyer spoke again:

"Master Zhou Xuan, your assigned sector is S-12."

Approximately twenty kilometers from the gate. Proceed immediately after opening."

"However, I must warn you—the frontline is extremely dangerous."

"We strongly recommend all Masters operate in teams."

The flyer projected a virtual map, precisely marking the location of S-12.

Xu Jingming couldn't help but smile slightly.

This little machine was surprisingly considerate.

After confirming his sector, Xu Jingming turned to walk toward the gate.

Suddenly, a voice behind him, laced with amusement, spoke:

"Brother, you're alone? My unit is also assigned to S-12. Interested in joining us?"

PS: One chapter today. Will make up tomorrow.