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12: Chapter 12 One skill isn’t enough, let’s get another one!Back to the present, Luofeng Slope.

Zhao Gang wiped a handful of wolf blood from his face; it was warm and sticky.

In front of him, the Wind Demon Wolf King, which had been overbearing just moments ago, now had its head drooping at a bizarre angle, blood still spurting from the wound on its neck at an extremely slow speed, like a leaky faucet.

The surroundings were very quiet, or rather, it was a stretched-out clamor. Within his field of vision, the Wind Demon Wolves, Shadow Leopards, and Giant Lizards had all become insects sealed in amber.

”What are you all staring for? Get your souls back here!”

Zhao Gang kicked the dazed battalion commander next to him in the backside and pulled his combat knife out of the Wolf King, trailing a string of slow-motion blood droplets. ”Are you touring a zoo? Those are points! Military merits! Capital for bragging in the future!”

He pointed at the dense beast tide in front of them, which was struggling to lift its legs but remained motionless, and roared at the top of his lungs, ”Usually these bastards run faster than rabbits, and even bullets can’t catch them. Now Heaven has fed us right to our mouths; if you still don’t know how to open them, then all of you get the Hell back and babysit!”

This shout was like a clap of thunder, calling everyone’s souls back into their bodies.

The soldiers looked at the high-level exotic beasts they usually avoided at all costs. Now, each one was like a specimen waiting for dissection, and their original fear vanished instantly.

The tide of battle had turned.

”You sons of bitches, weren’t you pretty fierce just now? Huh? Be fierce again for your grandpa to see!”

The Young Soldier, who had previously hooked the pull ring of a Glory Grenade onto his finger, was now grumbling as he hung the grenade back on his waist. After thinking for a bit, he took it out again, feeling it wasn’t enough, and added another one, crisply pulling the rings of both together.

Less than half a meter in front of him was an Elite-level Rock Giant Lizard.

This thing was covered in heavy armor, usually a rampaging biological tank, but right now, it was wide-mouthed, with a roar seemingly brewing deep in its throat. Unfortunately, the sound seemed stuck by glue and couldn’t come out for the life of it.

Young Soldier grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth on his soot-covered face. He reached out and, like stuffing buns into a nephew’s mouth, gently yet firmly shoved the sizzling, smoking grenades into the Giant Lizard’s two massive nostrils.

After stuffing them in, he thoughtfully poked them further with his gun barrel to ensure they were deep inside.

The Giant Lizard’s vertical pupils contracted extremely slowly, a human-like despair and terror spreading in its eyes. It watched helplessly as this weak human did all this, then cockily patted its nose and ran away.

Three seconds later.

”Puff—”

A muffled bang.

Two plumes of black smoke puffed out of the Giant Lizard’s nostrils. Its massive body swayed and then collapsed like a toppling golden mountain or a falling jade pillar. An internal explosion; the skin didn’t even break. It passed away peacefully.

This kind of scene was happening everywhere across the battlefield.

There was no intense exchange of fire, no life-threatening combat.

A Wind Demon Wolf that previously required a squad’s coordination and thousands of bullets to barely suppress now only needed a private to walk up and give it a vicious stab in the eye socket or soft belly.

There were even soldiers who had gone into a killing frenzy and didn’t even bother using knives; they directly swung their rifle butts, knocking down the Shadow Leopards frozen in mid-air one by one like they were playing baseball.

”Refreshing! This is so damn refreshing!”

Zhao Gang had never felt so exhilarated in his life. He felt like he wasn’t on a battlefield, but rather playing a hack-and-slash game with cheats enabled.

Just then, the ground began to vibrate rhythmically, and a rumbling sound echoed.

Zhao Gang turned his head.

On the horizon behind him, billowing dust rose like a long dragon.

Heavy tracks crushed the soil, and turbocharged engines let out low growls.

Dozens of steel torrents tore through the night, their long, thick barrels glinting with a cold light under the searchlights.

The Seventh Army Group’s ace armored division, codenamed ”Dragon Spine,” had arrived.

...

Division Commander leaned over the command vehicle’s periscope, his brows furrowed into the shape of the character ’Chuan’.

As the armored division commander, Division Commander was an extremely pure worshiper of firepower. His creed was simple: caliber is justice, and range is truth. If one 125mm shell couldn’t solve the problem, then use two; if two still didn’t work, call in a rocket artillery brigade to carpet the area.

When he received the order to reinforce Luofeng Slope, he had already prepared for the worst.

According to intelligence, the front line only had an infantry regiment holding on. Facing a million-strong beast tide, this handful of people wouldn’t even be enough to fill the gaps between the beasts’ teeth. He had even thought about how he would face the ground covered in his comrades’ corpses and how to use armored advantages to cut and encircle in this meat grinder.

He had even written his suicide note.

After all, under the impact of a beast tide of this scale, a tank’s armor was nothing more than slightly harder tin can metal in front of the claws of high-level exotic beasts.

But now, the sight before him made this battle-hardened commander doubt his very life.

”Commander... is this radar broken?” the gunner asked stutteringly over the communication channel. ”The fire control System shows high heat source reactions ahead, with a magnitude of over a hundred thousand. But... the speed readings are all zero?”

Division Commander didn’t speak. He pushed open the hatch and climbed halfway out.

The night wind howled, carrying the scent of blood.

He raised his binoculars.

In his field of vision, it was indeed a beast tide. A black mass, continuous and unending, stretching all the way to the end of his sight.

But the eerie thing was that this beast tide was stationary.

If he didn’t look closely at those slowly wriggling limbs, he would have almost thought someone had placed tens of thousands of lifelike statues here. And among these statues, the infantry brothers in their tattered uniforms were like diligent gardeners pruning dead branches, taking out one ’little friend’ with every blade stroke.

”What the Hell is this?” Division Commander muttered to himself. ”Am I in a dream?”

Zhao Gang’s voice from the infantry regiment came through the communicator: ”Old Lin! Stop looking! Hurry up! The brothers’ hands are about to break from all the hacking; there are too many of these bastards to cut through!”

”Old Zhao? You’re still alive?” Division Commander asked subconsciously.

”Nonsense! Not only am I alive, I’m living quite comfortably!” Zhao Gang replied crossly.

”Stop dawdling! Hurry up and bring those big guys of yours up! There are ready-made sitting ducks here, hundreds of thousands of them! None of them are moving, just waiting for you to blow them up!”

None of them are moving.

Waiting for you to blow them up.

These two phrases spun around in Division Commander’s head, instantly stimulating his excitement as a heavy firepower commander.

For artillerymen and tank crews, what do they fear most?

Moving targets.

Especially high-agility units like the Wind Demon Wolf; once they start running, they’re just a black blur. The fire control System has trouble locking on. Landing one hit out of ten shells makes you a sharpshooter; most firepower is wasted on predicting and blocking their movements.

But now, someone was telling him that the opposite side was full of stationary targets.

It was like playing a shooting game where it was originally on Hell difficulty, but suddenly the entire opposing team disconnected, standing in place for you to headshot them while you held a fully-equipped Gatling gun.

Just then, an order came from headquarters, telling him to directly provide artillery coverage on the beast tide. What more was there to say?

Division Commander threw all his doubts to the back of his mind and said with great joy:

”Whole division, listen to my command!”

”Deploy into attack formation! All main battle tanks, line up! Self-propelled artillery brigade, set up positions on the spot!”

”No need to pre-aim! No need to calculate lead! No need to consider windage or ballistic drop! No need to save ammunition!”

”Full coverage of all coordinates!”

”Fire all rounds! Blast these frozen bastards into dregs for me!!”

Boom boom boom boom—!

With Division Commander’s command, the night sky over Luofeng Slope was instantly lit up.

The smoothbore guns of over a hundred 99A main battle tanks roared simultaneously, orange-red fireballs blooming at the muzzles. The massive recoil made the dozens of tons of steel beasts shudder violently.

Following closely was the self-propelled rocket artillery position in the rear.

”Fire Crow” rocket launchers shrieked, dense rockets trailing long tail flames, tearing through the sky like a pear blossom storm.

This was the most violent aesthetic display of modern industrial civilization.

Normally, the exotic beasts would scatter and flee, use their speed to evade, or use the terrain for cover.

But today, on this land shrouded by ”Cloud Dream Marsh,” they could only watch helplessly as the Reaper’s scythe swung down.

The first round of artillery fire landed.

In the center of the originally dense black beast tide, countless massive fire clouds instantly rose. Heat, shockwaves, and shrapnel formed a storm of death at that moment.

Because the targets were stationary, the hit rate was a terrifying 100%.

Every shell landed precisely in the densest parts of the monster crowd.

The wind element shields and rock skins that were usually indestructible were as fragile as window paper in front of 125mm armor-piercing and high-explosive shells.

”Boom!”

A high-level Rock Giant Lizard was directly pierced by a depleted uranium armor-piercing shell. Its massive body instantly shattered into pieces, and before its flesh and blood could even splatter, they were vaporized by the high-explosive shell that followed.

The entire battlefield turned into a grand fireworks display.

And beneath the fireworks, life reactions were vanishing in swaths, and light dots on the radar screen were rapidly decreasing.

Division Commander leaned on the turret, watching the churning sea of fire in the distance and listening to the continuous roar of artillery in his ears, feeling his every pore relax.

”Refreshing!”

”This is real warfare! This is true firepower suppression!”

Division Commander laughed while slapping the hatch. ”I just want to ask, who else is there?! With this kind of tactic, even a monkey in command could win!”

Just then, headquarters explained to him that the beast tide’s stillness was due to a certain mysterious powerhouse, and he immediately developed a nearly superstitious worship for this mysterious figure.

No matter who that mysterious powerhouse was, from this day on, he would be the eternal god of all artillerymen in the Seventh Army Group!

...

Kunlun Command Center.

The images on the large screen were already covered by firelight and dust filling the sky.

In the side data column, the red numbers representing the enemy count were decreasing at an alarming rate.

In just ten minutes.

The original million-strong beast tide had been slashed by a third.

This kind of killing efficiency was simply appalling.

But Su Yun still hadn’t relaxed.

Standing before the command console, his gaze bypassed the brilliant explosion firelight and landed on those green dots at the very front.

Those were Zhao Gang and the infantry battalion.

Even though the ”Dragon Spine” armored division had taken over the battlefield and the roar of heavy firepower drowned out everything, Su Yun could see clearly—this unit, which had been nailed to its position until now, was on the verge of exhaustion.

The effects of the adrenaline were wearing off.

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In the scene, Zhao Gang was leaning against a scorching hot rock, gasping for breath. His face was as pale as paper; excruciating pain and physical exhaustion had already begun to viciously erode his will.

And it wasn’t just him.

The moment many soldiers saw the reinforcements arrive and confirmed their safety, that taut string inside them snapped.

Some let their guns slip from their hands, their whole bodies collapsing limply into the muddy water; others clutched wounds on their stomachs, writhing in pain; still others leaned against the corpses of their comrades, their eyes beginning to glaze over.

They had pushed themselves too far.

If nothing was done, even if they won this battle, less than half of these hundreds of men would survive.

’A pyrrhic victory is no victory at all.’

Su Yun murmured softly.

Long Yi and Qin Shuangyue heard his words and immediately realized what Su Yun intended to do.

Sure enough.

’This fight isn’t just about winning.’

As Su Yun’s words fell, the System’s prompt tone once again echoed in his mind:

[Detecting host’s intent...]

[F-rank skill ’Healing Totem’ is being deployed...]

[Judging... Talent ’Territory is Domain’ intervening.]

[Judgment passed. Current coverage area: 9.6 million square kilometers.]

[Detected skill energy level too low, unable to match current coverage area... Extracting historical heritage... Reshaping concept...]

[Skill mutation complete.]

——【Azure Sea Tides · Sweet Dew (LV1)】

[Description: In the Eastern Sea, there is an island named Penglai. In ancient times, Shennong used this water to irrigate the hundred herbs, making withered bones regrow flesh and severed limbs regenerate.]

[Effect: Centered on the caster, a spiritual rain containing high-density life energy descends. Friendly units gain the ’Super Regeneration’ status: severed limbs reconnect, toxins are purged, and stamina is instantly restored to full. Enemy units contacting the rain will undergo a ’Life Overload’ judgment, causing cellular structure collapse and converting into corrosive, highly toxic damage.]

[Current cost: 10 mana points (deducted). Upkeep cost: 0 (Due to the ’All Under Heaven is the King’s Land’ trait, cost is compensated by ambient energy of heaven and earth).]

[Note: My rain only nourishes my own people. You think you’re worthy of getting wet?]

...

Luofeng Slope.

Zhao Gang felt his eyelids growing heavier and heavier.

Darkness was devouring his vision; the sounds of artillery fire in his ears became distant and then close again.

’Old Zhao! Hang in there! The medics are coming up soon!’ The anxious shout from Division Commander in the communicator sounded muffled, as if heard through a layer of water.

Zhao Gang wanted to smile and say ’I’m fine,’ but he found he didn’t even have the strength to twitch the corner of his mouth.

This was probably his limit.

It was fine, though.

At least they had won this battle, and the city of Spring behind them was safe. Even if he died, he’d have bragging rights when he met his old comrades down below.

Just as his consciousness was about to sink completely, a spot of coolness landed on his brow.

Then a second drop, a third.

Was it raining?

Zhao Gang forced his eyes open.

What met his gaze was not a gloomy, overcast sky, but a grand and fantastical shower of green light-rain. The raindrops emitted a faint fluorescent glow, as if someone had crushed the aurora borealis across the sky and scattered it generously over the mortal world.

They fell on the scorched black earth, where grass roots that had been burned to ashes instantly sprouted tender green shoots, growing wildly at a visible pace.

The rainwater trickled down Zhao Gang’s rough cheeks, seeping into his skin.

In that instant.

Zhao Gang’s eyes widened.

It wasn’t the cold he expected from rain. Instead, it felt like a warm current, drilling through his pores into every limb and bone of his body.

It felt like soaking in a scalding hot spring in the dead of winter, so comfortable it made him want to moan.

Then came the itch.

An unbearable, maddening itch.

He instinctively looked at his severed left arm.

Where there had been a charred, carbonized wound, countless flesh buds were now wriggling and growing frantically. White bone extended at a visible pace, rapidly covered by red muscle fibers weaving over it.

The sensation was bizarre and horrifying, but more than that, it was a wild joy of something lost being restored.

’Holy shit...’

A soldier nearby, who had a huge gash in his belly with his intestines nearly spilling out, was now staring dumbfounded at his own stomach.

The hideous wound rapidly closed, scabbed over, and fell away under the green light-rain, leaving not even a scar behind. His skin was as smooth as a freshly peeled egg.

’I... I’m healed?’

The soldier patted his stomach, then jumped a couple of times. The feeling of impending death and weakness from moments ago was completely gone, replaced by an inexhaustible surge of strength.

’What the Hell kind of divine rain is this?!’

In the trenches, exclamations of shock rose and fell like waves.

Soldiers who had been lying on the ground waiting to die were now jumping up one after another as if resurrected.

’My leg! My leg grew back!’

’I can see again!’

’I feel like I could punch a bull to death right now! Damn, this rain feels so good, even better than a sauna!’

Just as the soldiers were immersed in this miraculous baptism, heart-wrenching screams came from not far away.

’Aoooo—!!!’

The sound wasn’t like a beast’s roar, but more like the howl of someone undergoing a slow, torturous death.

Zhao Gang turned to look.

He saw the not-yet-dead Wind Demon Wolf King was also caught in the rain.

But while this green light-rain was sweet dew for the soldiers, on the wolf king, it acted like the strongest acid.

The wounds Zhao Gang had already inflicted on its body instantly began to emit black smoke upon contact with the rain. Its flesh rotted and festered at a terrifying rate, even sprouting clusters of eerie gray-brown mushrooms.

The bone-deep agony made even the movement-slowed wolf king convulse violently, rolling its eyes and foaming at the mouth.

’This...’

Zhao Gang looked at his perfectly restored arm, then at the pitiful state of the wolf king.

He wiped the rainwater from his face and suddenly shivered.

This rain... was something else.

One might even say, a bit wicked.

This was blatant double standards, undisguised favoritism.

As long as you were from Dragon Summer, even with one breath left, I’d heal you back. As long as you were an enemy, even if you just scraped your skin, I’d make you rot to the bone.

’Who did this?’

The battalion commander came over, looked up at the green rain still falling from the sky, and swallowed hard. ’This is just too ruthless, isn’t it?’

Zhao Gang took a deep breath, feeling the surging power within his body. He lifted his head, gazing towards the distant north.

He seemed to see that young man sitting in the command center, pushing up his glasses, saying with an utterly matter-of-fact expression:

’My people, I spoil them. As for beasts, they deserve a beast’s death.’

A smile tugged at the corner of Zhao Gang’s mouth. The smile grew wider and wider, finally turning into unrestrained laughter.

He picked up the combat knife from the ground again, its blade pointing at the remaining beasts still howling ahead.

’Brothers!’

’Everyone back from the dead?!’

’BACK!!’ The response shook the heavens, full of vigor, with not a trace of the wounded camp from moments ago.

’Since you’re back, don’t waste these good bodies!’

A fierce light flashed in Zhao Gang’s eyes:

’Coordinate with the armored division! Chop whatever’s left of this rotten meat into dog food!’

’KILL!!’

The fully-healed soldiers charged out of the trenches once more.

This time, their steps were even firmer, even wilder than before.

And behind them, the green light-rain continued to fall, gentle yet cruel—both a god’s mercy and death’s sinister grin.

On the distant tank position, Division Commander’s hand holding the binoculars trembled.

Watching a group of infantrymen who had been half-dead moments ago now charging forward like they’d been injected with ten pounds of adrenaline, he felt his scalp go numb.

Was this the capability of that big shot?

He can not only immobilize enemies but also provide area-of-effect healing?

Healing is one thing, but this healing rain is actually poisoned?

’If anyone dares to mess with this lord in the future...’ Division Commander shrunk his neck. ’They won’t even get a chance to regret it.’

...

At the same time.

Ten thousand meters above the Eastern Sea.

Jack, codename ’Falcon One,’ the ace pilot of the United Federation, was facing the greatest fear of his career—no, of his life.

He wasn’t afraid of death.

As a pilot who had flown an F-22 into another country’s airspace, he had long been prepared to be shot down by missiles.

But he was afraid of this.

His current state was like a fly trapped in amber.

The instrument panel in the cockpit was still lit, showing all data normal. The engine nozzle temperature was several hundred degrees Celsius, the exhaust plume normal.

But he just couldn’t move.

Even moving a single finger was an immense struggle.

This stillness that defied the Laws of physics filled him with indescribable terror.

He watched helplessly as the radar warning System flashed frantically—the signal of Dragon Summer’s anti-air missiles locking onto him.

’Move... God... please move...’

Jack roared inwardly, tears and snot smearing his face.

The despair of possessing a supersonic fighter, the pinnacle of technological achievement, yet being forced to hang in mid-air like an idiot, a sitting duck—it was worse than being killed outright.

This wasn’t science.

This was sorcery! A mysterious curse from the ancient East!

His wingman’s voice came through the headset, equally filled with terror and despair, the sound stretched out as if from a demon crawling out of Hell: ’He...lp... I... don’t... want... to... die...’

And on the sea surface below them.

A patrol ship flying the Dragon Summer flag was slowly approaching.

The captain raised high-powered binoculars, looking at the two F-22s hanging in the sky as if on a clothesline, his expression extremely peculiar.

’Captain, fire control radar lock complete. Do we fire?’ The first officer’s finger hovered over the launch button, eyes eager.

The captain lowered the binoculars, adjusted his cap brim, revealing an extremely sly smile.

’Fire? Fire at what? What a waste of missiles.’

’Open the broadcast, full-channel announcement.’

’Tell them, due to the particularly ’viscous’ quality of the air in our Dragon Summer airspace, their planes might be experiencing some... acclimatization issues. Dragon Summer is a land of propriety. Out of humanitarian spirit, we’ll just watch from below. We absolutely won’t fire.’

’Oh, and ask them...’

’Is the view nice, hanging up there?’