About how my wife resurrected me as tentacles after my death.

In the Alliance's main city.

On the top floor of the gray high-rise, Wang Cheng sat behind a table, holding an unopened communication document in his hand.

He stared at the stamp on the cover for a long time.

The door was kicked open, and Lian Xing strode in, his eyes red-rimmed.

"Damn Expeditionary City! Fuck! Fuck!"

He walked to the other side of the table, placed his palm on it, and continued to shout.

"Five hundred energy cores, two thousand tons of grain, what does he take the Expeditionary City for! A logistics warehouse? Damn it!"

Wang Cheng kept his head down and remained silent.

He had seen the numbers on those two pieces of paper; the alliance couldn't produce them now, and even if they could, it wouldn't be of any use.

People will die eventually...

The feud has been formed, and they will not let it go.

As for support teams... unless some hunters are urgently transferred back from the front lines.

But if the frontline forces are insufficient and the city gates fall... the alliance will have another wasteland.

That would...sacrifice at least half of the population...

Before the mission, he never imagined that anyone in the alliance would betray him.

Among that group of people were his trusted subordinates and young people he had personally trained.

"Arrange a monument to the martyrs..." Wang Cheng's voice was deep, as if he had said too much in one breath and his throat was dry.

The alliance's power... has diminished a little more.

Lian Xing raised his head, his eyes bloodshot as if they were about to burst out of his eyeballs.

"Damn it, the royal city! That's the life of 19 high-level hunters, and my daughter is still inside!"

He stared at the capital city for a while, but still didn't say anything. He turned around, but couldn't bring himself to take a step...

It's normal for players to die in the league.

To die for the League, that's the first rule written in the Hunter's Handbook... but he couldn't bring himself to say it.

"I will go and apologize..." Wang Cheng said at this moment.

But the door had already slowly closed, and Lian Xing was gone.

Only Wang Cheng remained, sitting behind the table, looking at the scattered documents.

The window wasn't closed tightly, and the wind blew in through the crack, causing a corner of the document to flutter.

He gazed silently out the window.

As darkness fell, the sandstorm outside the city became blurred in the twilight.

"...Expedition City." He repeated the word softly, then fell silent.

.......

The third wasteland.

"Puji puji".

Chen Yuan leaned on Yu Wan's head and swayed back and forth.

Why isn't Wanwan awake yet?

He lay down on her head and rubbed the top of her head.

Her breathing was steady, and her complexion didn't look like she was severely poisoned, but she remained unconscious.

It's too dangerous to go out now. It's safer to wait until everyone else is awake before following behind.

But all those level-three magical beasts have already poured in; if they don't wake up soon, it'll be troublesome.

His tentacle tip brushed against her forehead again, making two soft "plop" sounds.

"Cough cough..." Yu Wan coughed a few times, her eyelashes trembled, and then she slowly opened her eyes.

"Ah-Yuan... Ah-Yuan..."

She began to panic and struggled to stand up.

But her body was still weak, and the arm that was supporting her on the ground trembled, causing her to fall back to the ground.

"Plop plop." Chen Yuan slid down from her head and landed in front of her, rubbing the back of her hand with the tip of his tentacle.

Yu Wan was relieved to see that he was still there.

He rubbed against her a few times, repeating the motion, rubbing against her wrist, rubbing against her fingertips.

Yu Wan's breathing calmed down, as if the taut string had finally been gently pressed down and stopped trembling.

"...Mmm." Her voice was still hoarse from just waking up, but her tone had calmed down.

She slowly pushed herself up to stand.

.......

At the initial meeting point, everyone else gradually woke up as well.

Someone tried to stand up, but stumbled.

They were weak all over and still had symptoms of poisoning; they had only temporarily emerged from their coma.

Cheng Ming coughed a few times and shook his head vigorously.

He was still alive; he thought he was really going to die here this time.

Although it's unclear whether the poison fog dosage was insufficient or the Bone-Splitter died too early, their lives are still in their own hands for the time being.

He used the dagger to support himself as he stood up; his legs were a little weak, but he managed to stay upright.

"Take a headcount!"

He shouted in a hoarse voice.

One by one, the hunters struggled to sit up against the wall.

Everyone had the same symptoms: general weakness, dizziness, trembling fingers, and some were even dry heaving.

The symptoms of poisoning are still present, and the fighting capacity will not be restored in a short period of time.

"Report: Besides the mole who died, one more is missing."

"Who?"

"Yu Wan, the sniper in the back row, she's not in the lobby. We've searched the area, but she's not there."

"Damn it," Cheng Ming cursed under his breath.

He promised to protect this newcomer, but now the person has disappeared.

He punched the half-collapsed support pillar next to him, breaking his fist and drawing blood from between his fingers.

That's it, we can't even protect the newcomers. How are we going to explain this when we get back?

Let's not even talk about how Wang Cheng explained things to him, or how he himself explained things to his team.

Before they could recover from their frustration, the hunter in charge of reconnaissance's voice came from the corner: "Captain, the detector is full of red dots, level three magical beasts, and there are so many of them."

"Their escape route is also blocked; at least four directions have formed an encirclement."

Cheng Ming gritted his teeth and glanced at the people around him who were barely able to stand up; each of them looked ashen-faced.

He was silent for a few seconds, then said in a deep voice, "Fight to the death! Get out!"

It's a fight to the death... but how do we get out? Everyone's poisoned, and how are we going to fight a bunch of level 3 monsters?

"Do you have a communicator?" someone asked.

Cheng Ming shook his head: "The signal was blocked. They came prepared; they won't get any reinforcements..."

......

As expected, the remaining squad members were instantly scattered by the monsters.

The lingering poisonous fog slowed everyone's reactions by more than a beat; their hands trembled so much they could barely hold their knives, and their eyes were filled with double vision as they aimed.

Lu Ming was the last assault soldier still standing.

He used the knife to brace himself against the ground, the blade embedded in the cracks between the floor tiles, barely managing to keep from falling.

But then he was slammed into the wall by a level three magical beast and tossed around like a dead dog until he was completely knocked unconscious.

"Lu...Ming..." Lian Qi's voice squeezed out from his throat.

She leaned against the corner of the wall on the other side of the corridor, her legs numb and her fingers unable to move.

The edges of my vision began to darken, and my consciousness became increasingly blurred.

Lian Qi stared at the ever-growing black shadow, not closing his eyes, but forcing them open.

If this is the last time she will see him, she doesn't want to close her eyes.

Then she saw a figure appear at the end of the corridor.

The bloodshot eyes were very obvious...