If I made you a special forces soldier, would you become a terrestrial god?

"waste!"

Old Cat kicked over the tactical crate in front of him, the metal box rolling on the ground with a screeching noise. He stared at the casualty report handed to him by the communications soldier; the two crossed-out names on it felt like two needles, making his eyelids twitch.

My lungs are about to explode.

The men he brought were all elites who had risked their lives in the deserts of Africa and the street battles of the Middle East to amass millions. Now, they've been killed inexplicably in a desolate outpost on the border of China—two of them at that!

If this gets out, where will "Blood Wolf" put his face?!

The original plan was flawless. Without alerting "Big Baby," they would use the most professional infiltration methods to silently remove this thorn in their side. Then, they would advance deep into the heart of China and carry out a swift and unexpected "surgical operation" on that high-value target.

Killing two birds with one stone. It can show the "tyrant's" terror to the big spender, and also let the world's peers see that his team is truly top-notch.

But now, everything is in chaos.

These "Boy Scouts" he called themselves had a fighting spirit as hard as rocks in a latrine. Their marksmanship wasn't top-notch, and their tactics were somewhat raw, but their frenzied, life-or-death drive made even this hardened bandit, who had crawled out of piles of corpses, feel a chill down his spine.

We can't afford to waste any more time.

The longer the night lasts, the more things could go wrong; the Dragon Kingdom's support troops could pounce like mad dogs at any moment.

"Looks like we'll have to let the kids out early to stretch their muscles."

A barely perceptible hint of pain flashed across Old Cat's face. Those five behemoths, each one an astronomical number, were war monsters created by the patron at the cost of countless resources. They were his greatest guarantee of success in this operation, and his trump card.

Now, it has to be used in this kind of place to deal with a few remnants of the army.

Using a sledgehammer to crack a nut is a complete waste.

But that heartache was quickly swallowed up by a more violent madness. He had no patience left to play cat and mouse with these tough guys.

He wanted to use the most unreasonable force and the purest violence to completely wipe this shameful outpost, along with everyone inside, from this land!

"Everyone, retreat 300 meters! Get ready to watch the show!" Old Cat grabbed the walkie-talkie, his voice devoid of any emotion.

The mercenaries, still suppressing the enemy fire, hesitated for a moment, but an order was an order. They quickly took turns providing cover, disengaged from the battle, and disappeared into the dark jungle.

The gunfire stopped abruptly.

The entire battlefield fell into a deathly silence, a silence more chilling than a hail of bullets.

Inside the outpost, squad leader Lao Ma and the remaining five soldiers almost simultaneously sensed that something was wrong.

"Squad leader, why did those sons of bitches retreat? Did they run out of ammo?" a young soldier asked warily, panting heavily. His arm was wrapped in a dirty bandage, still oozing blood.

Old Ma didn't say a word.

He simply lowered his body further, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the jungle swallowed by darkness ahead. A strong sense of unease, like countless ants crawling on his heart, gripped him.

He recalled the terrifying figures he had seen through the telescope, figures beyond the scope of human comprehension.

They're coming.

really!

"Thump!"

"Thump! Thump!"

Heavy, oppressive, as if some colossal object was pounding the earth. It wasn't the sound of footsteps, but more like a battering ram relentlessly striking the earth's crust!

Five muffled thuds sounded almost simultaneously!

That was the sound of a heavy metal container being violently torn open from the inside with the most brute force!

From the darkness, five enormous silhouettes slowly emerged.

Standing over three meters tall, their bluish-gray skin gleamed eerily in the moonlight, their bulging muscles exuding a destructive power. They had no facial features, only a gaping maw stretched to their ears, filled with sharp, interlocking teeth like a shark.

Those five pairs of scarlet eyes, devoid of any human emotion, all locked onto outpost number 81 ahead.

"roar--!"

The five monsters roared to the sky at the same time. It could no longer be called a sound, but a sonic weapon made of pure killing and violent desire, which exploded throughout the valley!

Inside the outpost, the remaining soldiers were so shocked by the roar that their eardrums rang and the world spun around them. One soldier even fell to the ground.

"It's...it's a monster! The squad leader saw...a monster!" Another soldier's voice had completely changed, becoming sharp, distorted, and filled with uncontrollable fear.

"Fire!!!"

Old Ma's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared with all his might! He knew this was the enemy's last trump card! This was the most desperate battle that his remaining troops would face!

"Da da da da da da!!"

The few remaining rifles and the scorching hot light machine gun in the outpost unleashed all their remaining ammunition in an instant!

A barrage of bullets rained down on the five monsters that were rapidly approaching!

However, what happened next shattered their last shred of hope.

"Ding! Clang! Puff puff puff!"

Rifle bullets hitting those monsters were like pebbles thrown by children hitting the tires of a heavy truck; they only produced a series of sparks and couldn't even penetrate their skin!

Only large-caliber bullets fired from machine guns could barely penetrate their tough outer skin, bringing out puffs of bluish-gray, foul-smelling liquid.

But for their enormous bodies, such wounds are nothing more than mosquito bites.

Even more terrifying, the wounds torn open by the bullets were writhing and coalescing at a speed visible to the naked eye!

"Grenades! Blow them up!" Old Ma roared, biting off the pins of the last few grenades around him and throwing them with all his might.

"Boom! Boom!"

A violent explosion erupted amidst the horde of monsters, kicking up clouds of smoke and dust.

As the smoke cleared, the five monsters merely swayed, their bodies bearing a few minor, insignificant charred marks, before resuming their heavy steps.

Unharmed!

"Rocket launcher! Quick! Use the rocket launcher!"

The last hope was placed on that one and only individual rocket launcher.

A soldier, wounded in the shoulder, gritted his teeth and shouldered the heavy launcher. The dizziness from blood loss made his vision blur, but he struggled to steady himself and fitted the scope to the chest of the monster charging at the front.

"Go to hell!!!"

"Whoosh—!"

The rocket, trailing a long plume of flame, roared out and hit its target with pinpoint accuracy!

"boom!!!"

A deafening roar, more powerful than any explosion before! Flames shot into the sky!

The tyrant that was hit was blasted backward, its massive body staggered, and a huge, bloody hole the size of a washbasin appeared on its chest, revealing its inhuman internal organs throbbing inside!

"efficient!"

Inside the outpost, a hint of wild joy had just been squeezed out of everyone's faces.

But the next second, their expressions froze completely.

The monster looked down at the terrifying wound on its chest, enough to kill any creature instantly, but instead of collapsing, it let out an even more ferocious and furious roar!

The muscle tissue at the edge of its wound began to proliferate and intertwine at a speed that defied the laws of life! The granulation tissue grew wildly like worms, and in just over ten seconds, the huge wound was almost completely healed!

It’s over.

It's completely over.

As the five invulnerable, immortal monsters drew ever closer to the outpost, the remaining six soldiers were filled with nothing but endless sorrow and tragic grandeur.

This is not a battle.

This was a one-sided massacre.

They were like a group of pathetic ants wielding sticks, attempting to challenge a tank.