National destiny: Starting with a coffin, building an aircraft carrier is broadcast live globally.

Only then did the man see clearly.

He bumped into a very tall woman.

She had sleek, black, wavy hair and wore sunglasses that covered half her face.

Under the lights, her bright red lips were very eye-catching.

She was wearing a well-tailored khaki trench coat and extremely thin red high heels.

A designer handbag fell to her feet.

Lipsticks, sunscreens, powder compacts, small mirrors... bottles and jars jingled and rolled everywhere.

"Sorry, madam."

Now is not the time for conflict.

After looking him up and down a few times and determining that he posed no threat, the other man quickly apologized and squatted down, roughly sweeping the cosmetics on the ground back into his bag.

He shoved the bag into the woman's hand and then, without looking back, he and his companion rushed towards the parked cars on the side of the road.

The woman stood there watching their disheveled figures recede into the distance.

Slowly suppressing her anger, she took off her sunglasses, revealing a pair of fox-like eyes that were exactly like the waiter's.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

She walked to the taxi waiting area in eight-centimeter stilettos, opened the car door, and gracefully got in.

"Aeropuerto." (Airport)

Only after the vehicle merged into the traffic did she take out a disposable phone and dial a number.

"Hey honey~ Hmm~ The project's been finalized!"

"...I have the paper contract with me. I'll let you check it thoroughly when we get home..."

"No way! Sam's been chasing me all the way to Spain! You have to help me shake him off!"

"Mmm, waiting for your good news~ Love you! Mua, bye~"

......

Tensions are rising on Earth.

But this tense atmosphere did not affect the live broadcast room, or the leisurely atmosphere of the other side of the room over the past two days.

However, this leisurely lifestyle is limited to Renyi's side.

It is also limited to the surface.

The territory of the Naga... or rather, their lair.

"Your Majesty, I believe we are ready."

Morrison stood by the pool, his military boots creaking softly on the slippery moss-covered steps.

He hadn't had much time to rest since arriving on land, and his combat uniform was somewhat torn, but he still stood like a javelin.

Ripples spread out,

Vanessa's enormous snake tail churned the pool water.

In her hand she held a menacing weapon, with a sharp spear at the front and a scorpion-tail-like dagger at the back, wrapped in non-slip animal hide, and with a light blue stone inlaid at the handle.

It was one of the blueprints that Sita made.

"Crucio."

Her red lips parted slightly, and the syllables that came out were strange and had a damp chill.

The aquamarine stone at the spear shaft throbbed slightly, and a shimmering light spread out, gathering along the spear shaft to the tip, where it remained still and unleashed.

The snake-man guards by the pool froze.

But it was too late. Vanessa gracefully swayed her serpent tail, her eyes devoid of any murderous intent, and simply thrust her spear forward.

"puff--"

The spear tip pierced the snake-man guard's arm precisely, leaving a shallow wound.

Before the snake-man guards could even breathe a sigh of relief,

Blue light from the spear tip surged into its body along the wound.

Soon, it opened its mouth in terror, but only a strange "heh heh heh" sound came from its throat, like a fish thrown ashore, clutching its throat with both hands.

But his chest didn't rise or fall at all, as if he couldn't breathe in a single wisp of air.

It felt like being strangled by an invisible python, with every inch of my lungs suffering the pain of suffocation.

"Thump!"

The snake-man guard fell straight backward, twitched a few times, and then fell silent.

A perfectly intact body...

However, the body died of "suffocation" in the air.

Morrison's brow furrowed unconsciously.

"good."

Vanessa's scarlet forked tongue lightly licked the spear tip, as if savoring the scent of death.

The little girl's skill, combined with the Naga's secret arts and runes, created a perfect weapon.

"I have prepared two hundred elite snake-man guards and five Naga warriors for you."

She tossed the long-handled weapon to Morrison.

"To crush the cave-dwelling tribes is as easy as turning one's hand." Her ethereal and alluring voice echoed in the hall, carrying a hint of condescending charity.

"but......"

Vanessa's golden vertical pupils fell on the distance. "That little girl, she must stay."

Sita remained?

Morrison's brow furrowed even deeper.

This means that the Naga race's strength will further increase, and it also means that he has lost a useful tool and a bargaining chip to control Ethan at any time.

But he knew he had no room for negotiation.

This capricious queen was not discussing things, but rather issuing a notification.

Yeah.

By taking Ethan away, he cut off any possibility of them secretly colluding, preventing them from causing any trouble.

"Can."

Vanessa hissed with laughter. "Go, human, my warrior awaits you at the edge of the swamp."

Morrison turned and strode toward the workshop.

......

edge of the swamp

Hundreds of elite snake-man soldiers have assembled.

At the very front of the line stood five Naga warriors with human bodies and snake tails.

They were shirtless, revealing bulging muscles and covered in dark green runes, and held spears identical to Vanessa's in their hands.

"Isn't Sita with you?"

Elijah glanced around and asked casually,

"Her skills might be a big help on the road."

"The Naga queen allowed her to stay," Morrison replied.

Elijah stiffened almost imperceptibly. In his plan, these two men were crucial bargaining chips for him to start anew after leaving Morrison.

But now, it's down by half.

Morrison caught the other man's momentary surprise and anxiety, though he quickly masked it with a smile.

His gaze swept across Elijah's face.

This honey badger contestant seemed to be less composed than he had anticipated.

Morrison said nothing, but instead addressed the Naga soldiers in a deep voice:

"Set off."

Gave an order,

The not-so-large group, like a giant python, slithered into the dark, dense forest.

Morrison led the way, guiding the monstrous army.

He turned his back.

Ethan and Elijah's eyes met in the air.

What should we do?

Elijah's gaze darkened, and he returned a barely perceptible nod:

First, stabilize the situation and proceed according to the original plan.

The brief exchange was completed in silence.

Ethan calmly followed Morrison's steps, while Elijah took a deep breath and quickly followed after him, as if the incident had never happened.

Morrison knew that the two "allies" following him each had their own ulterior motives.

But so what?

Who will be the final prey...?

It all comes down to whose knife is faster and whose life is tougher.

Morrison was never afraid of death; if he were killed, it would only mean he was outmatched.

He was only afraid of mission failure.

For a time, the only sounds of the procession were the rustling of friction and the hissing of tongues.

On the screen in the live stream,

Three humans were seen leading an alien army, heading towards the caveman tribe where Renzi was located.

Sido, who remained in the Naga territory, gazed at the chaotic pile of bones.

Below are hundreds of 'mud balls' stuck together.

A storm is brewing.