Chapter 43: Beneath the Flagpoles Lie Heroic Souls
Eight years ago, the Zerg dispatched an unprecedented swarm of a million insects.
The Third War Zone, lacking S-class Sentinels, was beaten full of holes. The Zerg crossed the solid defense line that had stood for a century, entering the nearest village and slaughtering unscrupulously.
He thought the Chief Commander would surely step in to turn the tide. But when he finished clearing the Zerg on the battlefield and hurriedly asked for leave to rush back to his village, he only saw unbearable wreckage all over the ground.
His parents, his younger sister, his neighbor grandpa, those villagers who watched him grow up—all dead.
Everyone in the village practiced martial arts. Although they were all ordinary people, they said that if one day the Third War Zone couldn’t stop the Zerg, the burden of resisting the Zerg’s advance would fall on them.
They didn’t lie.
On the highest mountain of the village, row upon row of flagpoles were impaled with Zerg heads, stretching across the entire mountain, written into a “suicide note” of the whole village—they would rather stay in the village to enrage the Zerg, letting the vengeful Zerg slaughter them to the last person, just to slow down their invasion of other villages.
Beneath the flagpoles, what piled up were not corpses, but heroic souls.
And from beginning to end, that SSS-class Commander did not act.
He didn’t understand. He questioned, but received only silence and disregard from the other party.
He also frequently verged on mania due to high-intensity combat, forced to wait for that damned purification which he didn’t know when he could queue for, unable to vent his anger on the Zerg on the battlefield to his heart’s content.
Until the Princess, differentiated as an S-class Guide, was sent to the Third War Zone.
That exquisite, beautiful royal lady looked down at him condescendingly in the restaurant. “You, come to my room.”
She smiled like the reddest blooming rose. “I will give you a thorough purification.”
But what greeted him was humiliation, whipping, and ear-piercing ridicule after prying into his spiritual sea. “Giving birth to a lowly scum like you, your family deserved to be bitten to death!”
This is the Empire’s God of War; this is the Empire’s future heir.
Father, Mother, fellow villagers, the things you risked your lives to protect are worthless in these people’s eyes.
“I don’t need a hypocrite like you to care!”
In the communicator, Shao Bo’s voice was hoarse. “Rather than becoming a cowardly deserter, I’d rather die of mania on this battlefield!”
He ripped off the communicator, threw it on the ground, crushed it, and then rushed toward a Zerg, his energized arms smashing its head deep into the bloody soil. “My life, I decide myself!”
Inside the command room, Sen Ji watched the green dot rushing rapidly toward the center of the battlefield on the light screen. His brow furrowed slightly, then he decisively notified two other A-class Sentinels near mania. “Go bring Sentinel 5277 back together.”
When those two Sentinels found Shao Bo, he had already fallen into a semi-manic state, retaining only a shred of consciousness. He struggled desperately. “Let go of me! I won’t go back!”
The two A-class Sentinels were already irritable from nearing mania and didn’t indulge this stubborn mule at all. One tied his arms, one tied his legs, and they nimbly carried him off the battlefield.
While on the flight pod, Xie Qiang saw the dense Zerg on the distant battlefield.
Many Sentinels rushed among them, using weapons or fists to engage in fierce warfare with the Zerg.
“Why do I feel like the Sentinels seem to be at a disadvantage?” Xie Qiang pressed her forehead against the flight pod window, looking nervously at the battlefield.
“Your Highness, rest assured. With Commander Sen here, there won’t be problems,” Jiang Qingwan comforted calmly.
Hearing this, Xie Qiang felt like she died right there.
With Sen Ji here, no problems. But the problem is Sen Ji has a problem!
Inside the command room.
Watching the Zerg’s attack speed gradually slow down, Sen Ji finally breathed a sigh of relief and sat back on the sofa exhaustedly.
“In about 20 minutes, the Zerg should rest for a round.”
Beside him, the silver-haired youth skillfully operated several light screens, monitoring the battle situation outside in real-time.
His voice was lazy. “The Zerg Queen sent six Insect Kings this time, obviously testing if your strength as a 3S-class Sentinel has greatly declined. If not for Hong Que’s accident, the Zerg would probably have swarmed out in full force by now, and the Zerg Queen would also appear on the Third Battlefield.”
“Yes, that’s why I didn’t apply for support from other war zones.”
Sen Ji closed his eyes, his face full of fatigue. “It has been increasingly restless these past few years; obviously, food in the wormhole is running low.”
“Mm-hm~” Cang Jiu’s fingertip brushed over the surveillance screen, on a small face squeezed comically yet cutely against the glass window. He hummed lightly, “Then perhaps, it’s time to kill it.”
Kill it?
Sen Ji disapproved in his heart.
Not that easy. Even at his peak, he only fought the Zerg Queen to a draw, unless…
Cang Jiu suddenly spoke, interrupting his thoughts. “Alright, nothing else, I’m leaving first.”
“Mm, I’ll stay here and sleep for a while.”
Sen Ji responded. Hearing the command room door close, he leaned slightly against the sofa back, closing his eyes to rest.
Mentally calculating the probability of the Insect King appearing tomorrow, his brows furrowed tighter the more he calculated. Just as he was getting irritable, he suddenly heard footsteps running quickly toward this side.
Doesn’t sound like Cang Jiu. Who is it?
Just as Sen Ji prepared to open his eyes, the door was pushed open violently. A soft but exceptionally anxious female voice rang out. “Sen Ji—”
It’s Xie Qiang?
Why is she here?!
Before he could figure out who called her over, Sen Ji heard the girl’s heart-wrenching voice. “Cang Jiu said you died! I don’t believe it!”
Who died?
Sen Ji was so astonished he forgot to open his eyes. By the time he reacted, a soft body had thrown itself into his arms.
Xie Qiang, eyes red, grabbed the man’s shoulders, shaking him desperately. “Wake up! Don’t scare me!”
As soon as she got off the flight pod, she saw Cang Jiu who came to greet her, telling her with a face full of grief that Sen Ji died.
Xie Qiang couldn’t accept this fact.
She even forgot to check if Sen Ji was breathing, just clutching the man’s sleeve tightly, her arms trembling. “Isn’t the mania time for an SSS-class Sentinel very long? How could you die all of a sudden?”
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