Chapter 1032: Chapter 1119: You Want Me to Run Away? Chapter 1032: Chapter 1119: You Want Me to Run Away? “A fifty percent mortality rate?” Muria was startled upon hearing this, as those sent to the battlefield by the clan were definitely official members.

Every official member from the Douglas family was elite, no matter where they were placed. That such elites were pushed into battle with a fifty percent mortality rate was almost unimaginable that the family could tolerate half of them dying.

This showed just how cruel the battlefield where humans fought against different species was. If this was the fate of those with top-tier backgrounds, the casualties among the lower-ranking soldiers were undoubtedly worse.

“Hmm, under normal circumstances, it’s thirty percent. A team leader must ensure that casualties in their team do not exceed thirty percent, otherwise, they’d be held accountable. But you are different, so it’s fifty percent.”

“Hmm? Are you saying my capabilities are less than previous team leaders?” Muria’s face showed displeasure.

“Of course not, you are not like us old folks with depleted potential; you are different. Once you enter the battlefield, you will be crazily targeted by the different species. The pressure you face is not like ours, so the family doesn’t have many demands from you.”

Seeing Muria’s dissatisfaction, a few elders immediately explained the reason and soothed Muria’s emotions.

“Targeting me? Interesting, let them target me and see if they can kill me.” Muria’s expression was calm, but his words were filled with youthful pride.

“Jelos, you must not be careless. The native species you encounter in the city, the mutated species, are different. The mutated species are for the young generation of the Federation to practice on, while the native species could potentially cause humans to vanish from this world.”

“One is a kind of mutated species that we need to nurture and deliberately spare to ensure their survival; another is an intelligent race that requires humans to come together to deal with. They are not on the same level at all.”

“Hmm, I know that.” Muria’s expression remained unchanged; he had already gathered some information about the native species through various channels.

However, he also found it somewhat amusing that the mutated species, one of the three major classes of different species, was ranked alongside the native species—it really demeaned the other two categories to be ranked alongside such weaklings.

Depending on human cultivation to survive was simply laughable. Listening to the tone of these clan elders, it seemed as if they feared accidentally wiping out these mutated species, needing to deliberately show mercy.

“Jelos, don’t think about how to kill the enemy; you just need to survive as much as possible. That is the greatest success. You are young and might achieve greater things in the future. That is your greatest asset.”

Feeling that Muria was stubborn and might confront the native species head-on when on the battlefield, the clan elders were shocked and immediately began advising him earnestly, attempting to dissuade him from this dangerous thought.

“I know, if I encounter an insurmountable danger, I will flee.” Muria’s face showed a look of helplessness.

His current power was akin to Soul Intent, and he estimated that the extraordinary limit in this world was probably Legend; there might be the existence of Deity, but definitely not Epics.

If it came to Legend, Muria wouldn’t say he could overpower or kill the opponent, but at the very least, he wouldn’t be killed by them. In terms of preserving his life, he felt there was nothing to worry about at all.

…

A row upon row of trains, each hundreds of meters long, stood on the platform, all facing the same direction. If one could see from the control room, at this moment, there were tens of thousands of trains waiting to depart.

Among these trains, a large part was loaded with various kinds of military supplies, while a smaller portion was filled with faces either young, tender, or somewhat mature—
These were the unfortunate ones selected by the Federation to be sent to the battlefield, and they were also the elite of the Federation army.

Although the relationships among the three great human superpowers had not been friendly before the arrival of the native species, each nearly wishing for the other’s destruction, in this war that could influence the very survival of humanity, the Federation’s higher-ups had absolutely no plans to hold back the Empire.

Dragging their feet at such a time would ultimately only harm themselves. If they really caused the Empire to be overwhelmed by the native species, the native species would obtain more territories and resources, leading to an uncontrollable situation.

Thus, whether it was supplying military resources or soldiers to the Empire, the Federation chose the best to send. They exerted utmost efforts and were determined to curb the native species.

“Why are you all following along?” Muria looked around at the thirteen youths, sitting or lying in the spacious and comfortable carriage, his expression amiable.

“Teacher, since you are going to the proper battlefield, as your retainers, we naturally have to follow suit. Otherwise, we’d be failing in our duty,” said Victor, who was one of the second to voluntarily accept the Dharma seed from Muria, grinning.

Leaving university unfinished to head to the battlefield was, in most people’s view, a very foolish act.

But Victor did so, even after multiple arguments with his parents. In the end, he won, and he boarded this train potentially leading to death.

“Don’t you all understand the consequences of participating in this war?” Muria looked around at these grown young men and women, “Just blindly following along, dying would be for nothing.”

“But you’ll protect us, won’t you?” Betty asked with twinkling large eyes, her smile beaming.

“Hmph, let me be honest with you; I have a 50% death quota in my hands,” Muria intimidated those foolish enough to follow him.

“That means even if half of you die, I won’t be held responsible.”

“Ah!” Hearing Muria’s words, the people inside the cabin were greatly shocked. Such a mortality rate was terrifying.

“But, brother, even if you have such a high death quota, you wouldn’t let us get killed by the descending species, right?” Startled as well, Daisy regained her composure and asked cutely.

“Depends on my mood,” Muria glanced at the people who had sneaked into his private cabin.

“Hahaha, I knew it, boss. You have such a high quota, but you definitely won’t use it.”

Muria closed his eyes, too lazy to bother with these folks whom he had trained for so long. Now that they had prematurely joined the battle with him, he couldn’t possibly stand by and watch them get killed by other monsters. Why even ask such a question.

…

“Report, line three has been breached, an unknown number of different species have crossed the defense line. According to their trajectory, it is predicted that their final target is Selavi Station!”

In an underground command center, a somewhat urgent voice resounded, immediately alarming the supreme commander.

“Line three has been breached? From receiving their distress signal to the dispatch of support troops, it hasn’t been more than twenty minutes. What has Xierwa been doing? He couldn’t hold out for even that short time; where is he? Get me a line to him.”

Hearing this abrupt news, the supreme commander’s expression grew somber, showing almost no change.

“Report, Commander Xierwa’s life signs had disappeared five minutes ago.”

In the command center, all was silent for a moment as various clerks and communication soldiers looked at each other with uncontrollable expressions of panic. A commander who oversaw a defense line was a Titled Star Armor Master, and such an influential figure had fallen in such a short span of time.

“What are you all dazed about? Continue your tasks! This has nothing to do with you. It’s just the death of one commander; the Empire can still hold,” the supreme commander furrowed his brow and scolded, thus the command center resumed its operations.

At that moment, the role of an unflappable commander became manifest.

“In less than a quarter of an hour, the descending species killed Xierwa, meaning at least two generals of the different species were mobilized. Such a force targeting Selavi Station.”

The supreme commander with graying temples closed his eyes slightly, “The station, the station… Today is the day the Zijing Federation sends support materials and troops. These different species’ target are the military supplies and the reinforcements from the federation.”

The old man suddenly opened his eyes, a glint flashing in them, but in a fleeting moment, his face showed anger. He realized someone had leaked the information.

Support from the other two peer forces was considered second-level confidential. Each time they accepted support from the federation and the church, the locations were different. Military resources and high-quality new recruits numbered in the millions, a vital tonic for an empire in perennial war.

Although in the Empire’s view, the troops from the federation and church hadn’t seen blood, these people were of high quality; having veterans train them could be very effective.

Now, a group of different species had broken through the defense line with a clear goal to destroy the vital tonic provided by the federation. Although it wouldn’t cause a significant impact, it would weaken the Empire’s military and shatter its morale.

“Immediately notify the federation’s allied forces, tell them, an army led by more than three different species’ generals is about to attack them; they’d better prepare to meet the enemy. The Empire will mobilize support troops to aid them as fast as possible.”

“Yes.”

…

“Jelos, hurry up and follow me,” a senior hurriedly burst into Muria’s private cabin.

“What happened?” Muria asked languidly.

“The Empire’s useless bunch let a group of descending species breach the line, and somehow they learned our route of march.”

“So, now a group of different species is going to attack us?” Muria raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, it is expected that more than three generals will come to attack, so you better come with me now!”

“You want me to run?”

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