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Chapter 37

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The guns and cannons boomed over this Tower Top.

Whereas before it was a clash between Xisi and Heilu, now it has become a three‑way melee that also includes the Chicken Thieves.

To be precise, the Regiment held its ground, casually slaying a few short‑sighted foes, then watching Chaos face the countless Chicken Thieves.

"Take the wounded down, rotate the rear‑line troops, and let the front‑line soldiers fall back for a brief rest."

Xisi stood before the trench, continuously addressing Bunoke and the other officers behind him.

A large number of soldiers were allowed to fall back, replaced by fresh troops from the rear who had been conserving their strength.

Even behind the trench, a whiff of aroma drifted in; the logistics unit had actually delivered hot stewed protein to the front line!

At this moment, the soldiers under Xisi crouched within the trench, lifting food containers to their mouths to eat the steaming fare, while their eyes, somewhat bored, stared ahead.

Heilu at this moment also observed the battlefield, but the more he looked, the more his face became merely stiff.

Especially when he saw the humans opposite him start to eat; even with their facial muscles mutated to extreme hardness, he couldn't help a sudden frantic twitch.

He gazed at the Regiment, particularly at the mortal standing on the trench, clad in Refined Power Armor.

Heilu felt no anger in his heart, only a deep sense of grievance.

"All I've ever brought to mortals is fear."

"How come you, over here, not only aren't scared, but actually start eating?"

"Now you make me feel that my bloody battle with these Alien Forms is more like a staged performance just for you!"

Heilu glanced at the Regiment, then at the raging Chicken Thieves nearby, his gaze landing hard on DuJiao.

Heilu wasn't foolish; he knew DuJiao would rather die fighting the countless Chicken Thieves than face Xisi.

After all, battling Chicken Thieves is a nine‑in‑ten chance of death, but facing Xisi, DuJiao thought it was a damn ten‑in‑ten certain death!

At this moment, a burst of communications reached Heilu's ears; hearing the Chaos Fleet overhead report smooth military progress, especially that many Chaos Zhanbang Asitat and cultists had begun using masses of civilians for various frenzied rites, Heilu felt as if he was fighting on a different Alert Star from them.

Listening to the fervent calls of other Chaos Zhanbang Asitat and the profane rites they performed to appease the evil gods, Heilu mustered a final flicker of hope and looked toward the opposite side.

The human soldiers had finished their meal and lit a cigarette.

He twitched the corner of his mouth, looking at the opposite side's at least thirty‑thousand mortals and then at his own dwindling dozen‑plus Zhanbang Asitat; a simple calculation chilled Heilu's heart to ice.

What Heilu hadn't expected even more was that, after he looked at the human trench, a hulking man on the opposite side brandishing a machine gun actually dared to glare back!

And it wasn't just the stare; even in his bewilderment, Heilu had to admit those mortals were unnervingly formidable—being glared at meant they had that confidence.

Yet the machine‑gunner's mouth seemed to become a gatling gun; after a rapid burst of opening and closing, none of his insults repeated a single word!

The scene instantly provoked laughter among the surrounding human soldiers, while the Zhanbang Asitat beside him flashed anger, glancing at Heilu who had kept them from harvesting mortal lives.

Heilu was stunned; even a clay figure can have a spark, let alone a Zhanbang Asitat who had slain countless mortals.

A barely restrained fury surged in Heilu; he suddenly drew his chainsaw sword, pointing it straight at Bunoke, while the other Chaos Zhanbang Asitat behind him let out roars, zealously charging forward.

As for the Chicken Thieves on the side, let the Rebel Forces led by DuJiao clash with the opponent's rookies.

Heilu, still raging, saw Bunoke actually provoke the enemy, and hurriedly fell back into the trench, grabbing his machine gun to prepare a defense.

Heilu was shocked that dozens of mortals opposite could replace a single Zhanbang Asitat; Bunoke and the others grew anxious, fearing that any enemy movement would cost their side dozens of casualties.

Unlike before, when only the Regiment's soldiers were present, this time an additional dark‑silver figure stood before the trench.

Seeing Heilu's furious preparation for another assault, Xisi, who had been waiting for the Chicken Thieves to serve the Emperor, finally drew his weapon.

Elegant Power Sword, Precision Explosive Gun.

When Xisi lifted his weapon, a pair of red eyes on his helmet turned toward him; the raging Heilu, about to step forward, suddenly halted.

Heilu's helmet concealed any emotional shift from outsiders, yet Heilu felt a huge terror rise within as he perceived the cold mechanical red eyes of the Power‑Armor mortal opposite.

It was as if an A-space Demon capable of ripping him apart in an instant had set its sights on him.

As a Zhanbang Asitat who had pledged to the Gods, Heilu had received some Blessing, and this heightened sense of danger was why he had risen to become a Zhanbang leader.

Previously, Heilu only experienced various panic and palpitations; even when confronting powerful foes, it was at most a slight fear.

But from Xisi's perspective, the massive terror deep within Heilu, like a red alarm, was clearly warning him to be extremely cautious of the mortal before him!

The surrounding Chaos Zhanbang Asitat wondered why Heilu stopped again; there was little obedience in their eyes, only resentment over his repeated weakness.

Especially as they heard other Chaos Zhanbang Asitat already devouring countless mortals, some rituals so terrifying that they had summoned A-space Demons, they grew even more urgent.

After all, in their eyes the opposing mortal line showed no change, except for an additional mortal clad in Power Armor.

Their dozen‑plus Asitat would go in together, refusing to believe they couldn't kill those mere thirty‑thousand mortals.

Heilu felt the strong dissatisfaction and anticipation of his Zhanbang brothers; the eyes behind his helmet swiveled quickly, then he suddenly stepped forward again.

At the same time he raised his weapon and shouted toward the increasingly discontent Zhanbang brothers behind him:

"For the Gods!"

The rare rally sparked the already restrained Chaos Zhanbang Asitat behind him to instantly raise their weapons and roar, then Heilu swung forward, and a swarm of Chaos Zhanbang Asitat charged.

Contrarily, after the rally Heilu remained where he was.

Or rather... he hid behind.

When this scene reached DuJiao, who had been watching from later moments, his eyes lit up as if spotting a kindred spirit, turning toward Heilu.

Then he, together with Heilu, looked further ahead, eager to see whether the combined assault of a dozen‑plus Asitat could break through those unnervingly formidable mortals.

Bunoke watched the sudden rush of so many Asitat, his complexion turning pale in an instant.

He hurried to pull the trigger, but the Asitat's superhuman reaction and speed had already launched the Explosive Gun projectile first.

Unlike before when only one or two were deployed, the simultaneous deployment of a dozen‑plus now directly suppressed the Regiment's front line; numerous soldiers, even Stormtroopers, began to be precisely picked off by the Chaos Zhanbang Asitat.

Consequently, many mortal soldiers could only hunker behind cover, relying on instinct and sense to counterattack the Asitat.

However, these imprecise barrages struggled to hit the agile Asitat, let alone cause damage.

This scene also sparked a growing hope in Heilu's heart, until an Asitat finally approached, and the dark‑silver Power‑Armor mortal swung his weapon.

The Power Sword glimmered faintly as it swung, and when Heilu fully grasped the sight, his entire being simultaneously clung to a lingering hope and, activating his superhuman body, swiftly turned and sprinted toward the Yunxuji behind him.

"Prepare our ship immediately."

I, the laborer, am about to leave this cursed place right now......

The farther away, the better!!!

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