Run Away, This Civilization Is Cheating!

Gu Qiuyue stood gracefully in front with her hands behind her back, her face full of smiles.

Actually, she was somewhat nervous about meeting Shen Hao, after all, although she was his foster sister, they hadn't spent much time together. Now, the aura around Shen Hao was overwhelmingly radiant; the sheer weight of countless people's expectations made her inevitably look up to him.

However, that nervousness eased momentarily with just this one sentence.

This was indeed a feeling only family could provide.

At that moment, Shen Hao shifted his gaze to the others.

Everyone had undergone a change in demeanor, especially the few combatants; although they were visibly exhausted, their eyes still had a sharpness to them.

The battlefield was truly a place where one's will could be honed. Although they all possessed only the White Talent, Shen Hao's expectations for them were actually not low.

The Legion's Savior path cared little for innate talent.

"Let's go, get on the plane, we'll talk on the way," Shen Hao led them towards another military transport aircraft.

Apart from Professor Xue, who stayed in the institute, the rest of the team, including Qiuyue, brought the group back up to eight.

"The West State has already been contacted," Dong Gong began his briefing as soon as he boarded the plane, introducing the basic situation to the others, "We are flying directly to a military base on the northern side of West State. Their leader is elsewhere, but a high-ranking general will receive us.

Additionally, there's a man known as their strongest Chosen One, Joey Tahan, who commands a 'Thirteen Chosen Ones' squad and an elite special forces team of over a thousand..."

This was an introduction to the allied forces.

Joey had qualified as a Chosen One previously through his status as top-tier special forces operative, and he possessed the Blue Talent. In fact, the so-called "Thirteen," all possessed the Blue Talent too!

This was the nation's most powerful squad of Chosen Ones, grouping together a large portion of those who possessed the Blue Talent.

As for that thousand-member elite special forces team, it was composed of individuals selected from all sectors of the nation.

Combat, logistics, intelligence, all were elites.

Among them, there were even those considered "Chosen One reserves," believed capable of qualifying as Chosen Ones, but due to the whims of luck, it wasn't yet their turn.

After all, unless one was confirmed as the top talent in a valuable domain, a dose of luck was necessary.

The number of Chosen Ones was continuously increasing.

"Indeed very impressive, I mean that thousand-member elite squad," Yang Jun chimed in midway, "I've encountered some of these teams before, and aside from their skills, they primarily have a considerable edge in practical combat experience over us, since all their members are picked from battlefields where conflict is constant."

"They indeed claim to be the world's top special forces team, but their losses haven't been small in fights against Blood Demons," Dong Gong shook his head, "After all, the enemy is unlike any other, and their combat methods have undergone significant changes; past experience might not be as effective, and of course, it might also relate to their overly intense situations."

Many nodded in agreement.

Their expressions also grew more solemn.

They all had been handed basic intelligence reports, but even those basics were somewhat shocking to read.

Blood Demons had nearly completely occupied some regions in the south, and now they were dispersed in the wild, not giving any chance for concentrated bombardment. Every day saw a large number of Blood Demons breaking through defense lines, infiltrating northern cities and causing chaos.

The defensive lines were continuously retreating. Read new chapters at empiren/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Especially in recent days.

Almost every day saw a retreat, with both the number and strength of the Blood Demons notably increasing. Even squads of Level 3 and above Blood Demons had started to appear, causing severe trauma in urban street fights.

There were only so many Chosen Ones, and already hundreds had been sacrificed.

"First, we must stabilize these northern cities and secure a relatively safe rear area," Shen Hao spoke at this moment.

"Our Analysis Department and the West State's command share similar suggestions," Dong Gong nodded, "Now, survivors are flooding north, and some city-dwelling Blood Demons are still mainly in hiding and parasitic states; but as the population density increases, the efficiency of Blood Demons' parasitism will rise significantly.

Without clearing the rear first, we can't predict when they might explode."

"What about the industrial production levels?" Shen Hao asked, "Since the north still generally maintains order, then industrial production should also have been preserved. Some civilian-defense weapons with targeted effects could still be produced."

"On that front, we have also sent experts to interface with them, and indeed some factories have begun production and distribution," Dong Gong explained, "Moreover, they also hope that upon your arrival, you can provide some high-tech manufacturing equipment, special materials, and some weapons and equipment from the White Level 9 Mall."

"That shouldn't be a problem, as long as we can ensure the defensive strength and prevent these resources from falling into the hands of Blood Demons," Shen Hao said.

This also added another significant reason for Shen Hao's personal arrival.

He alone was not just a powerful Chosen One but also a high-tech marketplace on demand.

Capable of rapidly and significantly enhancing strength across various domains.

In light of the significance, calling him the "Savior" was not entirely a slogan for propaganda.

In sum, the arrival of Shen Hao was met with exaggerated expectations from the West State.

While Shen Hao and his team used the flight time to become familiar with the situation in West State, at a military base in the north of West State, a large group of people were also making various preparations.

One of them, a slightly portly man with greying hair and in his fifties, was one of the highest-ranking generals of this nation, Roger Mutt.

At over fifty years old, he had never thought he would be so excited to prepare for the arrival of someone.

At the very beginning, at the highest-level meetings, he didn't care much about Shen Hao's existence, thinking he was at best a lucky Chosen One, even contemplating the possibility of coaxing this Chosen One over to their side.

But just after a mere couple of weeks, everything had changed.

The crushing defeats brought by those crazy and powerful Blood Demons severely shattered their confidence in their own nation.

The world's strongest army?

No, that was utterly useless! Instead, it was completely disastrous because their enemies were their own selves!

"We should not have produced so many weapons!"

Roger had complained about this more than once, completely forgetting that they had previously been frantically inflating their military expenditures by all means possible.

Nevertheless, at this moment, Shen Hao truly seemed like the only savior in the eyes of many!

As long as he could save them, even if the Savior were an Eastern person, there would still be a large crowd willing to kneel at the feet of the Savior!

"Why is the eastern area so slow, still not cleared? I am demanding that within a radius of two hundred kilometers, not a single Blood Demon can be seen!" At this moment, Roger was screaming into the walkie-talkie crazily, "Boys, put some more effort in, don't let people think you're all useless, those few over there, ask how much longer it will take?

Why not come directly on the hypersonic fighter jet, doesn't that guy have a Mach 15 fighter jet?"

"General, we already asked ten minutes ago," the contact personnel replied helplessly, "Moreover, they said Mr. Shen and his team members also need some time to rest, to adjust their state."

"Ten minutes? It's only been ten minutes? Damn, it feels like ten hours have passed!" Roger completely abandoned any care for his image.

What image is there to maintain.

His beloved second daughter had died at the hands of a Blood Demon!

Now, he just wanted to execute every last Blood Demon without mercy!

So, when exactly would they arrive?

"General, it seems there's a bit of trouble on the east side, let's head over," a Caucasian man, about one meter ninety tall, with a scruffy beard and bulging muscles, approached.

It was Joey.

Behind him followed two teammates, one of whom was even covered in bandages.

"No, Joey, Mr. Shen is about to arrive, you need to stay here," Roger looked at Joey but shook his head, insisting firmly, "Then immediately swap your equipment and resources to boost your strength, as already discussed with Mr. Shen. Wouldn't it be a pity if any of you died at this moment?"

"But..."

Joey wanted to say something more, but Roger cut him off immediately.

"Alright, I know what you mean, but don't really think of yourself as the captain, that's just a fictitious character, media hype. You don't have an invincible shield, and the Blood Demons won't just hit your shield. Let the other fellows handle the trouble on the east side, you guys need to stay alive! At least until Shen arrives, you need to stay alive!"

He had just glanced at the intelligence and knew that there might be Level 5 Blood Demons over there.

This military base had been carefully selected, but still, there might be Level 5 Blood Demons lurking around!

This gave Roger a rather ominous feeling, and he no longer had the mood to deal with Joey anymore, quickly inquiring over the command channel.

Joey knew that his request to sortie would likely not be granted.

He glanced at the bustling command center and could only silently leave.

"Captain, take it easy," one of his teammates patted his shoulder, "The good news is, we are finally waiting for the Savior! Right?"

"Yeah, we finally are," Joey smiled, but as he saw the personnel passing by, all visibly excited, he also had an irrepressible worry and finally said quietly, "But, when did this expectation start?"

"Um," his teammate was taken aback.

"Remember?

In the beginning, our people believed we could win, everyone was saying we could win," Joey seemed to have been bottling up these words for a long time, and now that he had started, he just went on, "Soon, the people began to fear, began to doubt, but we still thought we could win, after a while, the people started calling for Shen, as if only the Savior could save them, we also began to fear, and in the end, even we were eagerly longing for the Savior, longing for Shen's arrival.

From that moment, we, sworn to protect this nation, actually had already lost our will to fight, can warriors without confidence really be saved?"