Chapter 1051 - 380: You Should Be Grateful, You’ve Been Atoning All Along!

The Life Ghosts have announced an all-out war against humanity.

This news, in less than a day, has spread throughout the entire Arctic Front.

Whether it’s the people in the Great Wall, or the twenty or so cities that serve as the Great Wall’s logistics...

Everyone knows about this news.

And not just the Arctic, even all regions of the Federation’s Divine Management Bureau, or other Extraordinary organizations, know as well.

Because Old Man Hong directly faced all registered Transcendents of the Federation.

Announced this news.

The war that has lasted for decades.

Never truly ceasing.

A brutal war that uses human flesh and blood as fuel.

All truths, starkly laid bare in the sunlight.

It was at this time.

Many came to know this place called Arctic.

Came to know the Arctic has been resisting the Destiny Ghost Army for decades...

And realized that the Federation has always been carrying a heavy burden.

Understood that the survival of humanity.

Actually, has been fighting for a very long time.

"Damn! Turns out we’ve always been living in peace bought by others with their lives!"

The streets and alleys, taverns and tea houses.

Countless angry and ashamed roars arose.

"Go to the Arctic! I’ve been training in Martial Arts for over ten years, not to do fights in the city!"

"Count me in! I’m the only Transcendent in my family, no attachments, if I die, so be it! Better than dying a coward!"

The invisible horn was sounded.

Countless figures stepped out from their comfortable homes.

Rose from the corners of bustling cities, emerged from hidden places of training.

They had different identities, varied strengths.

But all were Transcendents.

Tickets for all channels leading to the Arctic Front were snapped up.

Countless auras, strong or weak, converged from all directions.

Ultimately pointing towards the same direction.

The frozen wasteland, the Arctic!

...

Qingjian City, Divine Management Bureau headquarters.

Three floors underground.

Super-large tactical conference room.

By the huge circular conference table, sat all registered Transcendents of Qingjian City Divine Management Bureau.

Tier One, Tier Two auras mixed together.

On the screen in front, the emergency scenes sent back from the Arctic Front played repeatedly.

The endless Steel Great Wall stood firm amidst the snow and wind.

Beneath, the Destiny Ghost Army charged like a black tide.

Every collision splattered sky-high blood waves and shattered limbs.

In the cities behind, stretchers shuttled, groans of the wounded drowned out by roaring engines.

Even more startling were several aerial shots.

Huge craters on the ice field resembling rotting wounds in the earth.

Scorched marks spread for miles, a sight born from the Life Ghost using some terrifying force.

The footage finally paused on a full-scale war mobilization order directly signed by the highest command.

Stamped with Hong Qitian’s personal seal.

Director Wu Yu stood at the center of a circular podium.

His face stern as iron at this moment.

His voice, through the amplifier, reached every ear.

"...The situation is exactly as shown on the screen, the Great Wall is bleeding, the Arctic is in crisis, now is not the time to discuss why or how. The whole world must make way for the Arctic battlefield."

His gaze swept over the entire hall.

"Our bureau, in the first batch, has eighty spots to support the Arctic Front, but only for Tier Two and above...time is limited, let’s do it now, you have 10 minutes to think. After ten minutes, volunteer!"

"Note, this is not tourism, but a desperate fight in the cruellest meat grinder!!!"

"Everyone should think clearly."

As his words fell, silence enveloped the entire conference room.

Only the faint rumbling and Life Ghosts’ screeching from the screen.

Silently reminding everyone.

How brutal the battlefield over there is.

On many faces surfaced struggle and hesitation.

Eighty spots mean eighty one-way tickets to Hell.

Who isn’t afraid of death?

Who doesn’t have family ties?

Just in this suffocating silence.

A voice calmly rang out, breaking the deadlock.

"Dragon Spine Camp Third Squad, Lin Kang."

The voice wasn’t loud, yet instantly drew everyone’s attention.

Near the front row, a young man in dark gray combat uniform stood up.

He had a posture straight as a pine, a stern face with sharp lines, the first guide on Fang Qingyu’s Martial Arts path.

Lin Kang.

He paused, his gaze sweeping past the two teammates who also stood up.

Duan Ling and Qu Zhe.

"Duan Ling, Qu Zhe volunteering."

Three names, sharp and clean.

No unnecessary words.

Wu Yu on the podium gave Lin Kang a deep look, with no trace of surprise in his eyes.

He nodded slightly, signaling to the secretary in charge of registration beside him: "Write it down."

Lin Kang was Fang Qingyu’s former captain and also a guide in Martial Arts.

Currently, Fang Qingyu shines brightly in the Arctic.

Plus, former teammates, Qin Feng, and others are also there in the Arctic.

So Lin Kang’s volunteering was no surprise.

"Dragon Spine Camp Third Squad, Lin Kang, Duan Ling, Qu Zhe!"

The secretary’s voice resonated through the amplifier.

Echoing in the silent hall.

This seemed like a signal.

"Gale Special Team, Wan Meng volunteering!"

"Logistics Support Department, Li Yun volunteering! I can save people!"

...

One figure after another stood up.

Voices from hesitant at first, quickly became loud.

Even carried a kind of fervor erupting after long suppression.

Fear rapidly receded in the face of the tide of responsibility.

Those who can sit here, after all, are people marked with protectiveness and valor deep in their bones.

Lin Kang’s trio sat down again.

Duan Ling quietly nudged Lin Kang’s arm, her face flushed with excitement, whispered: "Finally, this time we can be of help."