Chapter 436: The Fate of Deserters

"Hmm, that's how it is, my... hmm? You want to stay? Then what about the Ninth Defense Zone? Are you not going back?"

Kelin didn't react in time and continued talking to himself, but after just a few sentences, he suddenly paused, and then the expression on his face became rich, and he asked Vulkan in disbelief.

"Councilor Kelin, I think you may have misunderstood something. The Ninth Defense Zone is not as fragile as you think. In the Ninth Defense Zone, as the people work together to resist the Aliens, although many soldiers have paid with their lives, we have also successfully told those Aliens that Humans are no longer the Humans they once were!"

Humans in the past could be said to have gathered together for survival, not knowing where the future lay, but the Humans now, the Ninth Defense Zone now, are a group of Humans with Faith. In order to allow Human Civilization to win this war, everyone will offer everything they have for it.

Besides, the Ninth Defense Zone still has my father and Angron. With them leading the troops of the Ninth Defense Zone to resist the Aliens, there is no need to worry too much."

Hearing a new name, Xindi did not beat around the bush and asked directly.

"Is Angron also your father's offspring?"

"Yes."

After receiving Vulkan's affirmative reply, Xindi's soul of wanting to complain was reignited. Sure enough, this guy Yingzhou is definitely not an ordinary person! Well, in every aspect.

Kelin was not as complicated in his inner thoughts as Xindi. After hearing that Vulkan would not leave the Fourth Defense Zone, at least in the short term, he breathed a sigh of relief and said to Vulkan.

"Thank you for being able to stay, thank you."

Just then, a Guard walked into the tent, and after seeing that Kelin and the others were all there, he saluted and said.

"My lords, a message from the Ninth Defense Zone."

Upon hearing this news, the few of them said in unison.

"Speak."

"Yingzhou of the Ninth Defense Zone will head to the Fourth Defense Zone after finishing the affairs in the Ninth Defense Zone to resolve the issue of confronting the Alien Race, and he hopes that Councilor Kelin can clear out an open area of 7,000 square meters in the Fourth Defense Zone.

Furthermore, let Vulcan Vulkan continue to help the Fourth Defense Zone resist the Beast Race and continue to rescue compatriots imprisoned by the Beast Race."

After hearing this message, the three people present were all stunned. Kelin was the first to speak out his doubts.

"Yingzhou is coming to the Fourth Defense Zone, why does he still need an open area?"

"Although I don't know the reason why Father wants this area, Father must have his reasons for doing so."

"Then let's prepare it. Anyway, there are still many open areas in the Fourth Defense Zone now; just clear away the building debris within the range."

Beast Territory.

When Wali saw that Maike's Soul Bead was actually emitting a bright light again, his brows furrowed tightly.

Back then, when he decided to let Maike enter that Humanoid Puppet, it was just in case Maike's Humanoid Puppet was unfortunately shattered, so that his soul would have a clear return guide. He had specifically extracted a wisp from Maike's soul and placed it in that Soul Bead.

However, at this moment, this Soul Bead suddenly lit up, which meant an extremely terrible thing—the wisp of soul contained within the Soul Bead was very likely all the soul Maike had left!

"Strange, what on earth did Maike encounter? Didn't I send Dawuqi and Diwanhu together to attack the Fourth Defense Zone? How could his soul also be attacked?"

Wali tapped his cane with his right hand and muttered to himself in confusion.

Just as Wali was about to summon the remnant soul of Maike from the Soul Bead to ask about the situation, a voice came from outside his tent.

"High Priest Wali, a small unit of the troops attacking the Fourth Defense Zone has returned!"

Wali's train of thought was interrupted by the voice outside the tent. He put away the Soul Bead, and the confusion on his face turned into seriousness.

Then Wali slowly walked out of the tent, his gaze sweeping over the Orc Guard who had come to report.

"A small unit has returned?"

Wali asked in a deep voice, a bad premonition suddenly arising in his heart.

"Why did only a small unit return? What about the main force?"

The soldier lowered his head, his voice trembling: "Reporting to the High Priest, only a small unit of the Beast Race escaped back. They said... the attack on the Fourth Defense Zone was completely different from the past, with many new things we had never seen before. Our troops were ambushed at night and suffered heavy losses."

Wali's brows furrowed even tighter, and the cane in his hand trembled slightly. He took a deep breath, suppressed the unease in his heart, and said coldly: "Take me to see those returning warriors."

The soldier nodded hurriedly and turned to lead the way. Wali followed behind him, his thoughts churning.

Maike's Soul Bead suddenly lit up, the troops attacking the Fourth Defense Zone were ambushed at night; everything seemed to point to a terrible ending.

Soon, Wali arrived at a corner of the camp. Several exhausted Beast Race Centurions were slumped on the ground, their faces full of fatigue and fear.

Seeing Wali arrive, they struggled to stand up to salute, but were stopped by Wali raising his hand.

"Tell me, what on earth happened! Why did you end up like this!"

Wali narrowed his eyes, swept over these Beast Race Centurions, and said in a gloomy tone.

"Re... reporting to High Priest Wali, our army was ambushed at night by Two-legged Sheep, and among the Two-legged Sheep, there was a group of tall Two-legged Sheep wearing green Armor. They were extremely powerful; our warriors were not even a match for them. Our attacks could only leave a scratch on their Armor, nothing more.

Most importantly, the one leading the Two-legged Sheep in the night raid was a black Two-legged Sheep about 5 meters tall, or even taller. He held a large hammer in his hand and smashed all the Beast Race warriors who approached him. Our warriors were like paper in front of him, unable to withstand a single blow."

A Centurion recounted the scene he had seen with eyes full of fear. His tone became more and more panicked as he spoke, and in the end, it was as if he had suffered a mental breakdown.

"They are definitely not Two-legged Sheep! They are devils wearing the skin of Two-legged Sheep! Lord Diwanhu and Lord Dawuqi were both smashed into meat paste by that black Two-legged Sheep with one hammer, and even the beasts summoned by the two Priests were quickly killed by those Two-legged Sheep!"

Listening to this Centurion recount the scene, Wali's expression became increasingly gloomy. Seeing that this Beast Race Centurion stopped talking, Wali immediately said to the Orc Guard beside him.

"Execute all these deserter Centurions! All the Beast Race warriors who escaped back are to be drafted into the Punishment Battalion; let them atone for their cowardice in the Punishment Battalion!"

"As you command, High Priest Wali."

Upon hearing Wali's words, these Beast Race Centurions were so frightened that they begged for mercy repeatedly, while the Orc Guard picked up his Biting Battle Axe and slowly walked toward these Beast Race Centurions.

Wali did not look back. The pleas for mercy behind him stopped abruptly, replaced by several dull thuds of bodies hitting the ground. His footsteps did not pause in the slightest, as if the fate of those Beast Race Centurions had long been sealed. There was no pity in his heart, only cold and firm determination.

The honor of the Beast Race cannot be tarnished; there is only one end for deserters—death.