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Chapter 648: The Swaying Heshan Rescue Association
On a wasteland covered with yellow sand, a team is struggling to move forward on foot. Among them are slowly moving armored vehicles dragging a lot of supplies, but more people can only walk on the dry land covered with gravel.

This team has thousands of people. They are fully equipped and disciplined. The outer combat members are all wearing uniform bulletproof vests and holding fully automatic weapons. The women, children and infants inside are also keeping quiet. Many children are held by their mothers, sitting in armored vehicles, looking outside quietly, their dark pupils reflecting the world full of yellow sand in the distance.

As the view zooms in, one can see the long-faded logo on the armored vehicles - 'Heshan Rescue Association'.

The word "Rescue Society" has a special meaning in the Fifth Age. It often refers to those native humans who stick together and struggle to survive in the cracks between the emerging races.

In order to avoid being completely destroyed by the new race that was already powerful and blessed by the dark sun, the rescue society formed by these native humans had to come up with various ways to survive under harsh living conditions. Discipline, sacrifice, and unity, these beliefs were almost integrated into the blood of every member.

This is certainly not because the members of the Salvation Society are inherently noble, but rather that all those who failed to do so, those who became traitors, and those who surrendered were eliminated by the favored race ruled by the Dark Sun.

Despite their large numbers, the members of this team remained silent, and only the low roar of the armored vehicle's engine could be heard.

A slight south wind blew, stirring up gusts of sand and gravel from the ground, causing some women and children to cough. They then pulled up makeshift black scarves to use as masks.

As they were moving forward, they heard waves of shaking coming from the earth in the distance, which caused the team to stop quickly. Many people didn't say anything, but their expressions gradually became nervous.

"Have they caught up with us yet..." After consultation, several high-ranking members of the rescue association stopped the entire team and began to set up a defense line.

Heavy steel shields slammed heavily onto the ground, pressed into the rubble, and were fixed at the rear with brackets. The advancing convoy also changed direction, with the armored vehicles arranged in a line and interlocked with the shields in front to form a second line of defense.

Looking down from the sky, the team slowly formed a tight elliptical array and connected the outer circle into a shield steel wall with no blind spots.

If someone who doesn't know the situation, they would definitely be puzzled as to why they would form such a formation in the deserted wilderness, but this doubt would soon disappear.

In the distance, the shaking became stronger and stronger. Cracks gradually appeared on the dry ground and spread everywhere, as if a sleeping giant beast awakened underground, its heart beating continuously and hitting the earth's crust.

A sound...

Two sounds...

Three sounds...

The crack grew larger and larger, and the vibrations became more and more intense. Suddenly, like a black tide overflowing from the ground, countless swarms of insects crawled out from the cracks in the ground and spread in all directions. Even more flapped their wings and leaped into the air, forming a black fog that covered the sky.

Such a scene would be enough to make any intelligent being's scalp tingle, but this team in the wilderness was no stranger to it.

The trunk of the armored vehicle was opened, and the pile of dark red scrap metal inside was exposed to the scorching sun. Then loud commanding voices spread throughout the team.

"Raise the rust!"

The members carrying special equipment put their rough fingers on the box, and then the rusty iron scraps rose up under the influence of magnetism and spread all over the team.

"Insert the geomagnetic fulcrum!"

Long black magnetic spears were inserted into the ground, arranged into neat hexagons. Then, the invisible magnetic field spread under the influence of extraordinary power. The red rusty iron fragments in the whole sky suddenly changed, forming a surrounding rust curtain wall. Moreover, these iron fragments rotated with each other, and began to turn like a meat grinder grinding flesh and blood.

At this time, the black insect tide in the distance had spread to this side. Countless black insects flapped their wings and emitted buzzing sounds, rushing towards the steel curtain like a cloud covering the sky. For a moment, tiny sparks burst out, but more of them were black insect meat and juice being ground by broken iron, constantly rolling down from the air and piling up on the periphery of the position. The huge broken magnet meat grinder turned, constantly consuming the attacking black insect swarm.

Even though the defending team had the advantage, the battle was far from over. The swarm of black insects crawling out of the cracks in the ground in the distance was still endless. In order to eliminate as many of these insects as possible, many combat members of the team carried black iron cans and came behind the shield wall.

Long black tubes stretched out, and the turbid corpse oil was sprayed into mist under the action of the compression pump and then ignited.

A giant flame ring with black smoke suddenly appeared on the ground. Under the billowing thick smoke, the dark red hot flames licked and devoured the many attacking black insects, burning their wings. Their bodies fell into the fire, making crackling sounds, and were then ignited.

Countless black insect corpses piled up in the wilderness, and the burnt stench could be clearly smelled more than ten miles away. Their number far exceeded the branch that attacked the Stone Forest Fortress. Perhaps this was the main force of the insect tide.

The dead insect bodies made crackling sounds in the high temperature, and the pheromones in them rushed high into the sky with the high temperature heat flow, like a lighthouse, constantly attracting other insect swarms within a radius of hundreds of miles.

From morning to dusk, in six hours, countless black insect swarms were burned. The fighters holding the nozzles had blisters on their hands from the high temperature and their bodies were drenched in sweat. Many of them were already at their physiological limits.

Just as the entire team was watching the swarm of insects in the wilderness gradually thin out and thought that hope was slowly coming, another burst of violent buzzing sounds came from the distant sky. This time, they were no longer those extremely fragile black insects that would die if burned, but flying insects close to the size of humans.

These flying insects with black and yellow stripes look like wasps, but they are more agile and ferocious. Their black front legs are like serrated blades, and their two rows of vertical teeth secrete a variety of toxins that can infect and kill people. The strange patterns on their bodies give them a special ability to resist high temperatures. Even high-temperature air waves of hundreds of degrees cannot kill them on the spot.

When these bugs appeared, many people in the rescue team showed expressions of despair.

"Heshan Rescue Society!"

A combat member roared loudly, resounding like thunder in the team.

"Heshan Rescue Society!"

Someone shouted their names again. In the almost completely hopeless Fifth Era, these rescue societies were the only salvation and hope for the original humans. For the meaning behind this name, countless people sacrificed their lives over thousands of years. Many people's names have long been forgotten by time, but the symbol with the shield and the clenched fist has been passed down.

One by one, members holding automatic rifles stepped forward to replace the flamethrowers who were already exhausted. These fighters were covered in airtight armor, with only a pair of black eyes exposed, staring at the ferocious swarm of insects flying towards them from afar.

"Begin injecting the serum."

The commander's order was given, and syringes filled with light red liquid were inserted into the blood vessels near the neck. The cold liquid entered the body, and then the blood vessels of the entire body began to become boiling hot, the muscles bulged like earthworms, and the nerves reached unprecedented excitement and calmness.

Pain begins to leave them, fatigue begins to leave them, weakness begins to leave them, and all the good things in life begin to leave them.

His eyes were bloodshot, and the temperature of the steel in his hands kept rising as he continued to shoot. Bullet casings were thrown in an endless stream, and one bullet after another penetrated the atmosphere, tearing the body of the ferocious insect and breaking it into pieces.

Then more swarms of insects swooped down from the sky and crashed into the array filled with bullets and flames. These insects, born for killing, were also extremely tenacious. Even with their bodies mutilated, they exerted their final life activities, tearing open gaps with their sharp serrations, and their crazy mouthparts danced in the flames.

The flickering faith and the instinct rooted in genes are intertwined on the battlefield. The battle continues, and at this moment the two are at a stalemate.

(End of this chapter)