Magic? My Iron Torrent will sweep it all away!

The staff member was carrying a thick stack of paper documents.

"Sir, these are the application materials of the first batch of recruits whose identities have been verified."

"So much paper material?"

Lin Mo paused, almost thinking he was seeing things.

The staff member smiled wryly:

"These are just some of them; there's a whole bunch more queuing up below."

"After initial screening, more than a thousand applicants have met the requirements for a third-level physique, and the number is still increasing."

Lin Mo stared at the thick stack of documents, remaining silent for a long time.

This is no ordinary military mission that could earn you honors.

The announcement clearly states that the probability of survival is zero.

The fact that so many people signed up for a mission that was certain to result in death was beyond his expectations.

"Do they all understand the mission details?"

"The on-site staff will explain verbally three times, and the informed consent form clearly states the risk of certain death." The staff member answered earnestly.

"Anyone can quit midway, and we will not disclose the names of those who quit, nor will we pursue any responsibility."

"There are still identity verification, physical examination, psychological evaluation, and so on to come, which are already underway."

Lin Mo nodded.

Great Xia needs volunteers, that's true, but it must never trick people into going to the battlefield.

"Sir, how many people do you need?"

The staff member retrieved the form and asked:

"Furthermore, the applicants vary greatly in ability, age, and family circumstances. Which individuals would you prefer to prioritize?"

Lin Mo subconsciously wanted him to choose someone who was older, from a poor family, and had high ability.

Older people have already experienced more of life, and families in difficulty do indeed need the 30 million Daxia currency and citizenship.

But as soon as he was about to speak, he realized that the standard was wrong.

If poverty is used as an advantage in the admission process, what's the difference between that and exploiting their desperate situation?

"Strength and physical stability are the most important factors, followed by combat experience, mental fortitude, and adaptability to the mecha."

Lin Mo said in a deep voice:

"Those who are too young should be temporarily suspended, or at least given a longer cooling-off period."

"The degree of family financial hardship shall not be included in the admission criteria, but shall only be used to develop follow-up support plans."

"It is especially important to confirm that they are not being persecuted by tribes, creditors, or family members."

"Anyone who is forced to register will be immediately disqualified, and the perpetrators will be investigated."

The staff quickly took notes.

Lin Mo added:

"The first batch of twenty people will be selected."

"Note that there are only twenty candidates; it does not mean that all of them will be sent to the battlefield."

"Theoretically, ten action groups can be formed, but the final number of groups to be activated on the Kona battlefield will depend on the number of demons and the real-time battle situation."

"clear!"

The staff member was about to leave with the documents when Lin Mo called him back.

"Screen these people now and hand them over to Kona Base immediately."

Lin Mo glanced at the time on his watch.

"You have ten minutes to deliver this to the Kona base and hand it over to General Zheng."

"Next, the resettlement of the candidates' families should also begin ahead of schedule."

"Make all aspects of medical care, education, housing, and identity verification public, and establish a special oversight team."

"Anyone who dares to delay payment of compensation or take the opportunity to swindle money from the family will be handed over directly to the judicial authorities."

"Yes!" The staff member quickly left.

Lin Mo stood still and gently exhaled.

Behind each of the twenty candidates are approximately one hundred family members.

For the Great Xia at present, this population is nothing, but it can set a clear and open precedent for the various tribes of Terra to join the Great Xia.

If the leaders of each ethnic group can tacitly accept this, other Terrans who work, serve, or live in Great Xia will then have the opportunity to apply for citizenship normally.

However, this matter should not be rushed.

As soon as Lin Mo stepped out of the administration building, Zhao Gang's communication came through on his wrist terminal.

Zhao Gang said:

"General Long just sent word that the prisoners have been settled, and Academician Liu and the interrogation team are waiting for you there."

"I'll be right there."

Lin Mo hung up the communication and took a special car to the experimental area on the west side of the fiefdom.

The cheers along the way had not yet stopped.

Shops in the fiefdom displayed news of the victory on their electronic screens.

However, unlike the bustling streets, the western experimental zone has entered a state of highest alert.

The three-layered defensive barrier was fully activated, with Pangu mechs guarding all entrances and exits. The sealed-off area was under martial law, and an airtight surveillance network was set up around it.

After several identity verifications, Lin Mo arrived at a laboratory, where a deafening roar came from within.

"You lowly two-legged beast!"

"Once I regain my strength, I will crush every single one of your bones!"

The soldiers guarding the door could only hear strange roars and instinctively gripped their weapons tighter.

Lin Mo paused slightly in his steps.

He can indeed understand.

Every word uttered by this demon lord, like the languages ​​of the various tribes of Terra, naturally transformed into meanings that he could understand.

"Commander Lin!"

As soon as he entered the large laboratory, Liu Chengen heard the door open, turned around and saw Lin Mo. He immediately put on full protective gear and came to greet him, his excitement almost impossible to hide.

"A living seventh-tier demon lord, this is the first one!"

"Its tissue activity, regenerative capacity, physical strength, and brain activity far exceed those of the demon samples we have obtained before."

"Give me some time, and I might be able to uncover the secret of the Demon Lord's evolution!"

Seeing his expression, Lin Mo quickly reminded him:

"Academician Liu, research is fine, but please be extremely careful."

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Liu Chengen pushed up his goggles, looking somewhat regretful.

"The interrogation team has tried terminal translation, mental fluctuation analysis, and voiceprint comparison, but none of them worked."

"Now we can only rely on you."

Lin Mo followed him to the front of the isolation room.

Behind a specially made glass wall several meters thick, the demon lord was fixed in the center of six large Zhengjin supports.

Its severed limbs have been treated urgently, the wounds have been sealed, and its massive four-meter-long body is tightly bound by Zheng Jin's chains.

A seventh-tier expert stood at each of the four corners of the isolation room.

Renault held the holy sword, while Balin sat in a chair, curiously observing the large number of researchers around him.

The screen lit up, and Long Zhan's figure appeared on the screen.

"Commander Lin, can you hear me?"

"able."

"First confirm whether it has normal communication capabilities, then inquire about the demon race's home planet, spatial teleportation, and the purpose of the invasion."

Long Zhan solemnly reminded:

"Do not provoke it to self-destruct, and do not readily believe any intelligence it provides."

"Understood, General Long."

Lin Mo entered the isolation room through the security exit.

The Demon Lord, fixed to the support frame, sensed someone approaching and slowly raised his long, narrow head, his blood-red eyes landing on Lin Mo.

"Another weak two-legged beast has arrived," it chuckled in a low voice.

"Once I'm free, I'll tear you all to pieces!!"

Lin Mo spoke directly.

"What's your name?"

The Demon Lord's mocking expression froze instantly.

It suddenly raised its head, the chains rattling as they were pulled, and its blood-red eyes revealed shock.

How could I possibly understand what these two-legged creatures were saying?