High Martial Arts: Slay enemies to become stronger, forge invincibility from billions of corpses.

The moment the order was given, dozens of psionic heavy cannons opened fire simultaneously.

Blinding blue-white flames spewed from the cannon muzzle, and the psionic shells, trailing long contrails, swept across the river and landed in the area where the beast tide was most concentrated.

Each shell that landed exploded into a huge blue-white sphere of light, tens of meters in diameter. Everything within the sphere's range—the beasts, the soil, the rubble—was vaporized by the intense heat and shockwave.

The shockwave blasted the surrounding monsters into the air, their bodies shattering in flight, blood, flesh, and internal organs raining down.

One shot was enough to turn at least a hundred alien beasts to ashes.

But more beasts continued to charge forward, stepping over the corpses of their companions.

Automatic turrets join the battle.

Their firing rate was even faster, with several psionic bullets hitting the horde every second. The bullets exploded among the beasts, tearing them to shreds.

The gunfire from the emplacement was incessant, like a pile driver that never stopped.

The vanguard of the beast tide rushed to the psionic grid.

The beast at the forefront crashed headfirst into the electric fence.

The blue-white electric arc instantly pierced its body, its fur was charred in a tenth of a second, its body convulsed violently under the electric shock, and then it collapsed at the feet of the electric grid like a piece of charcoal.

More strange beasts surged up.

One, ten, a hundred—they crashed into the electric grid one after another. Arcs of electricity leaped between their corpses, burning flesh and blood into charcoal and bones into ashes.

The acrid smell permeated the air, so strong it was nauseating.

The power grid is under increasing pressure.

The brightness of the electric arc began to decrease, and the psionic patterns on some pillars began to flicker with varying brightness.

"Grid load at 80%... 85%... 90%—"

"Machine gun team, fire!"

The psionic machine guns on the main defensive wall opened fire simultaneously. Dozens of blue lines of fire poured down from the top of the wall, like invisible scythes, carving bloody furrows in the beast horde.

The bullet pierced through the body of one of the monsters and continued flying, penetrating the second, third, and fourth.

The scales and fur of a Tier 1 beast are as fragile as paper in the face of psionic bullets.

The vanguard of the beast tide piled up into a wall of corpses in front of the electric grid.

The corpses of the first-tier beasts were piled up together, forming a natural slope.

The beasts behind them stepped over the corpses of their companions to cross the electric fence. Although most of them were killed by electric arcs during the crossing, a few managed to cross the fence and fall into the trench.

The alloy spikes at the bottom of the trench came in handy.

The strange beast that had fallen into the trench was pierced by spikes and struggled and howled at the bottom of the trench. Blood flowed down the trench, staining the gray concrete dark red.

But there are too many.

The trenches were being filled quickly, and the corpses of the monsters piled up layer upon layer, with the living monsters stepping over the corpses to continue forward.

The trenches became visibly shallower.

"The trenches are almost full! Prepare to engage the enemy!"

The warriors on the wall began to move forward, the sounds of weapons being drawn echoing throughout the room.

Chen Fang turned around and looked at the members of the third squad, his gaze sweeping over each of their faces.

"It's our turn."

Song Chen drew the Thunderclap Blade.

The silver blade crackled with pale blue arcs of electricity in the morning light, the sound still clearly audible amidst the chaos of the battlefield.

The electric arc spread from the handle to the tip of the blade, condensing into a thin film of lightning on the edge, like coating the blade with a blue-white light.

On the wall, several female warriors were drawn to the bolt of lightning, their eyes gleaming with an unusual light.

When the first wave of beasts surged onto the wall, Song Chen finally understood the difference between "war" and "battle".

The battle is between you and the monsters.

You draw your knife, and it falls, clean and swift.

War is not.

War is a defensive line, with tens of thousands of strange beasts, hundreds of firing points, and dozens of cannons.

War is about ammunition consumption, the integrity of defensive lines, casualty rates, and reinforcement time.

War is like this: you're cutting down one monster on a wall, while ten other monsters are tearing open a breach elsewhere.

War is numbers.

He is just one of the numbers.

"Third firing point in critical condition! Requesting backup!"

"Fourth firing point is out of ammunition, being resupplyed!"

"Power grid segment 7 has failed, duplicate message, power grid segment 7 has failed!"

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On the communication channels atop the wall, calls and reports rose and fell incessantly, mingling with the sounds of cannons, gunfire, and the roars of strange beasts, like a chaotic symphony.

On the main defensive wall of Tianhe South Fortress, there is a psionic heavy artillery firing point every hundred meters.

These strongpoints are the core of the entire defensive line, and their wide-area killing capability is key to resisting the beast tide.

As long as the firing points are still operational, the numerical advantage of the beast tide cannot be converted into a breakthrough.

The monsters' target from the beginning wasn't the people on the wall, but the firing positions.

Standing atop the wall, Song Chen activated his True Sight, and in his golden vision, the flow of the beast tide revealed a chilling regularity.

They did not charge aimlessly; the peak of each assault was precisely aimed at the firing point.

The first-tier alien beasts acted as meat shields in front, consuming ammunition and psionic energy;

Second-tier alien beasts were mixed in among them, waiting for an opportunity to destroy the turret's base and energy lines;

Occasionally, a Tier 3 beast would suddenly accelerate, charging forward despite the gunfire, and ramming its body into the turret's protective armor.

They are risking their lives to secure firing positions.

The life of a Tier 3 alien beast is exchanged for stopping a psionic heavy cannon for thirty seconds.

Within thirty seconds, the area that loses its firepower suppression will be filled with low-level alien beasts.

This is no ordinary beast tide; there is someone, or rather, a high-level alien beast, commanding them.

Song Chen didn't have time to think about "who" was in command, because a third-tier alien beast was rushing across the river from the other side.

It was a mutated giant lizard, over fifteen meters long, covered in dark green scales, with limbs as thick as tree trunks, each step leaving a deep crater in the ground.

Its body was covered in wounds from at least a dozen psionic bullets, its scales were shattered in several places, and dark red blood seeped from the wounds, but its speed did not decrease at all.

It headed straight for the third firing point.

The third firing point was located 30 meters to the right of Song Chen's position.

The psionic cannon had just fired its last shell, and the gunner was changing the psionic tank.

The blue light on the cannon had dimmed, and the new psionic canister had not yet been connected.

Only one psionic machine gun remained operational in front of the firing point, but the bullets only sparked when they hit the giant lizard's scales, failing to penetrate them at all.

The monitor lizard was less than fifty meters from the firing point.

"Cover the firing positions!" Chen Fang's order boomed through the communication channel.

Fang Xiao was the first to rush forward. Her movements were extremely fast, and the moment her silver-white slender sword was drawn, it brought with it a sharp whooshing sound.

The sword tip was aimed precisely at the monitor lizard's right eye, but the lizard closed its eyelids, and the sword tip pierced the thick eyelid scales, penetrating less than an inch.

The monitor lizard, in pain, jerked its head back violently, sending Fang Xiao flying with tremendous force. He crashed into the wall, a trickle of blood escaping from the corner of his mouth.