Magic? My Iron Torrent will sweep it all away!

Command center for the sealed-off area.

On the main screen, the white light from the antimatter explosion has dissipated, and the battlefield scene has been restored with the intervention of drone footage.

A scorched, flat area was carved out of the center of the wasteland.

The eighth-tier demon god Sahe, along with the surrounding demon army, vanished completely, leaving only billowing smoke and scattered flames, proving that an invincible demon god once stood there.

On another screen, the Demon Lord, captured by a group of seventh-tier powerhouses, was bound in a ball with specially made chains, his limbs gone, yet he was still emitting deafening roars.

"The Demon God is dead, the Demon Lord is captured, the cleanup operation on the Terra battlefield begins."

"Remaining Demon Lords, immediately execute the hypersonic nuclear missile strike!"

"Let the Terran warriors find those who are hiding."

Long Zhan pressed the communicator, continuously issuing commands, his voice steady and powerful as he continued:

"All units shall proceed according to the plan, prioritizing the elimination of high-level demons. All ten spatial wormholes shall be included in the destruction list. Do not give them a chance to reorganize their attack."

Upon receiving the order, the Great Xia Legion and the various tribes of Terra, who had been holding back their strength, immediately pressed forward.

The elven treants advanced, carrying cannons, while the holy human mages began to clear out the remaining high-level monsters.

The dwarf, armed with a gun, followed the rumbling tanks, trying his best to adjust the gun barrels to the optimal angle.

The orc warriors, carrying heavy cannons and machine guns, were incredibly excited, finally it was their turn to take the field and stop slacking off.

"Charge! No one will escape from under my nose today!"

A minotaur, carrying a Gatling gun and covered in ammunition, charged at the front. He had just roared when a shell whistled overhead, startling him so much he ducked back and roared in anger.

"Damn it, keep an eye on the ones behind!"

The battlefield situation has completely shifted in favor of the allied forces, and with the death of their commander, the Demon God, the outcome is now decided.

Just then, a communications soldier shouted:

"Report, Kona Base has sent a communication request."

Long Zhan nodded.

"Bring them in."

A moment later, Zheng Jinren appeared on the main screen.

Behind him, alarm lights flashed incessantly, staff officers ran back and forth carrying terminals, and muffled explosions could occasionally be heard in the distance; clearly, the battle in Kona was not yet over.

"General Zheng," Long Zhan said.

"How's the situation on your end?"

"Commander Lin, General Long, Deputy Commander Zhao."

Zheng Jinren nodded in agreement, then cut straight to the point:

"The battle situation on our side is not going well."

"The gravity on the third planet is too strong for living people to survive, so the antimatter bomb can only drive away the demon god. The Pangu pilot cannot cooperate with the space ring to complete the effective delivery."

"The withdrawing troops are still under attack and have suffered heavy losses."

A battlefield map appears simultaneously on the main screen, with large red areas slowly advancing along the retreat route, and the markers representing the demon race approaching like a tide.

"According to the current plan, we can only save a portion of our troops at best." Zheng Jinren's tone was heavy, making it clear how dire the situation was.

"After discussion, we urgently need a Terra expert of level three or above to enter the Pangu mech, carry a spatial ring, approach the Demon God, and retrieve an antimatter bomb within a 500-meter range to detonate it."

"This is the only solution!"

The command center fell silent.

Lin Mo frowned slightly.

"That's difficult."

"It is difficult for the various tribes of Terra to agree to their people sacrificing themselves for the Kona civilization."

"This matter must be made public to all ethnic groups, including the details of the mission, the risks, the rewards, and the methods of execution. Only volunteers should be recruited; there should be no coercion."

"Of course, we can't let things get out of hand," Zheng Jinren replied.

"If no one is willing, we can increase the compensation."

He paused for a moment, then added:

"Upon completion of the mission, 30 million Xia coins will be handed over to the family member or individual designated by the individual. The procedures will be transparent, supervised by designated personnel, and there will be no delays."

Lin Mo frowned in thought, then suddenly looked at Zhao Gang and asked:

"Brother Zhao, where is the process of the various ethnic groups in Terra applying for citizenship of Great Xia now?"

Zhao Gang was taken aback, then realized what was happening.

"The leaders of various ethnic groups are worried that the outflow of population could lead to the eventual annexation of other groups, so we have not opened it up for the time being."

"Now's your chance," Lin Mo said with a smile.

"We can take this opportunity to recruit people from all ethnic groups. The families of the warriors we recruit can join the Great Xia nationality and live with the people who participated in the Fire Seed Project."

"They will be provided with resettlement, medical care, education, and shelter by the Great Xia government, and will enjoy the same welfare benefits as Great Xia citizens."

After listening, Long Zhan nodded in agreement:

"Great, this is more attractive than simply giving out money."

Zhao Gang's eyes lit up.

"This plan is feasible. It can relieve volunteers of their worries and will not make the leaders of various ethnic groups in Terra feel that we are openly poaching people, but rather taking care of those who have sacrificed their lives."

Zheng Jinren said:

"That's a good idea. You can make the arrangements as soon as possible. The Demon God is putting a lot of pressure on us, and the Kona battlefield won't last long."

"Okay," Lin Mo immediately agreed.

Just as the communication was about to be cut off, Zheng Jinren suddenly added:

"The minimum requirement is Tier 3, and it must be a martial artist focused on physical training. A mage's physical strength may not be able to withstand planetary gravity and mecha acceleration."

"clear."

After the communication ended, Lin Mo immediately had someone draft the mission details, so that Great Xia's official media in Terra and the Terra Trade Center could release them simultaneously.

[Urgent Mission Call for Response!]

[Recruitment Targets: Terra Tier 3 and above warriors, knights, fighters, and other high-physical-strength professions.]

[Mission Location: Battlefield on the Third Planet of the Kona Civilization.]

[Mission Objective: Enter the Pangu Mech, use the spatial ring to approach the eighth-tier demon god, retrieve the antimatter bomb within a 500-meter radius, and detonate it.]

[Mission Risk: Extremely high, a mission that guarantees death. Please consider carefully before signing up.]

[Mission Reward: 30 million Great Xia coins. Designated family members can obtain Great Xia citizenship and receive care and protection from Great Xia, ensuring the fallen warrior has no worries about their future.]

The moment the message was posted, the entire network exploded.

When netizens from the Great Xia region saw the phrase "a mission that will inevitably lead to certain death," they were initially speculating about the battlefield outcomes of the three civilizations, but the tone of the comments section immediately changed.

"Holy crap! Am I seeing things? The government actually has these kinds of publicly announced military missions?"

"If only we could do that! Mortals for demons, what a huge profit! What a wonderful opportunity to bring glory to our ancestors!"

"What kind of gravity is there over there in Kona that our own people can't withstand, and we actually have to call in the Terrans?"

"The reward is 30 million, and the family members can also obtain citizenship in the Great Xia. These conditions are enough to change their social class. The state has also made arrangements for their funerals."

"Salute! That's how the Great Xia pilots who sacrificed their lives went. Nobody wants to die, but someone has to step up!"

"If someone has to go, then don't forget their names."

"I hope those who signed up come back alive... even though the announcement clearly states the chance of survival is zero. I swear I'll treat all ethnic groups better from now on, and only sell rotten fruit to my own university students!"

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