Chapter 1052 - 380: You Should Be Grateful, You’re Always Redeeming Yourself!

She remembered her former teammates Qin Feng and Hao Zi, and others.

Lin Kang’s gaze remained fixed forward, staring at the rolling list of registrations on the screen.

The cold and hard corner of his mouth barely twitched upwards.

He gently hummed, his voice low, as if he had shed some great burden.

"I heard that Old Qin and the others have also broken through to Tier Two now... let’s see if they’re holding up or lagging behind."

Just as ten minutes had passed, all eighty slots were filled.

There was even an overflow.

Wu Yu took one last look at the list, glancing at those standing up, and nodded solemnly: "Good! Meeting adjourned! Those selected, gather at the rooftop helipad in one hour! Destination: Arctic Great Wall!"

...

Arctic, Ice Sea’s edge.

City of Dawn construction site.

Only two days have passed since that thrilling city defense battle and the catastrophic disaster of Meteor.

But the current sight at the construction site.

Is worlds apart from the previous devastation.

Night has long fallen, and the lead-gray sky hangs low.

The chilling wind remains as sharp as a blade.

But the entire coastline has been lit up bright as day with thousands of high-powered searchlights and work lights.

The roar of machinery, the clanging of metal, the calls, the shouts of commands... echo endlessly.

The steel support trusses are higher and denser than they were two days ago.

The structure is visibly more complex and much sturdier.

Massive anti-ice impact base platforms have now formed a continuous expanse.

Covered with freshly poured, special fast-setting concrete, still emitting white steam.

Countless figures bustle back and forth across it.

Deep Blue Heavy Industries’ Arctic Frontline chief in charge, Shen Zhou.

Furiously moved between key nodes on the site.

The cold-weather gear he’s wearing is covered in mud, grease, and splatters of congealed concrete.

Two enormous dark circles nearly occupy half of his face, his lips cracked and peeling, throat already hoarse like a broken gong.

Yet, in those bloodshot eyes.

Burns a light of near-maniacal excitement.

"Quick! B-7 zone! Vibrate it! Make sure it’s even! Strength! I demand absolute strength! Not a fraction less!!"

He roared into the communicator with all his might.

Spittle flying, veins bulging on his neck.

Instantly cutting off the call after shouting, turning to a team bearing alloy steel beams beside him: "Over there! Hoist point number three! Align it! Align it with the mortise and tenon! Mess up by a centimeter and I’ll stuff you in to fill the gap!!"

Since the news of Life Ghost’s full-scale war declaration arrived.

That string called "rationality" in Shen Zhou’s brain snapped completely.

The weight of the crisis that could crush anyone turned into the most extreme obsessive drive.

He stood before Wei Banmeng and all core decision-makers.

Thumped his chest and made a battle vow.

"Seven days, no more than seven days, me, Shen Zhou, with my head tied to my belt! In seven days, I’ll give you the most solid, most damn great War Fortress in history!!"

His spittle nearly sprayed onto Chu Kuanglan’s face.

"If I can’t deliver, before the city falls, I’ll be the first to jump into the sea to feed the Life Ghost!"

No one doubted his determination at that moment.

The arrival of two to three thousand new volunteers gave him the backbone for his mad plan.

And the unexpectedly calm past these two days.

The Destiny Ghost Army surprisingly didn’t launch another meaningful disturbance.

Letting this life-and-death charge become possible.

"Supervisor Shen! The modular prefabricated boards for West District have arrived, but the unloading point is temporarily occupied!"

A team leader ran up breathlessly to report.

"Occupied!"

Shen Zhou’s eyes widened, suddenly pointing towards a Cyan Dragon Gang squad on patrol in the ice verge area.

"You! And you! Take some people over! Move that pile out of the way! Free up space! Right now, immediately! Patrol? Patrol my ass, hurry up and work, finish the work and then patrol."

The named patrol squad leader opened his mouth, looking at Supervisor Shen’s man-eating gaze.

Then looked at the bustling construction site, and ultimately swallowed his words, reluctantly waving his hand: "Brothers, you hear that? First be laborers, move the materials."

The entire site fell into a 24-hour non-stop working rhythm.

Newcomers quickly integrated into their positions under the command of Deep Blue’s core team and technical personnel.

Every person was striving, visible breath puffing from heads.

Apart from necessary rotating patrols,

Most of the time, Cyan Dragon Gang warriors were unceremoniously pulled as labor by Shen Zhou.

Add wherever there’s a shortage.

Wei Banmeng stood on a lookout platform not yet complete.

Her cool gaze swept over the boiling cauldron below.

The light cast shadows on her side face, brushed with mud.

Chu Kuanglan stood next to her, body wrapped in thick bandages.

The burns on his arms were yet to heal.

But he refused to rest.

"This guy is truly insane."

Chu Kuanglan looked at the figure of Shen Zhou jumping and roaring below, speaking in a deep voice.

Yet there was a hint of admiration in his tone.

"One must be mad to live."

Wei Banmeng’s voice was light, carrying deep fatigue, yet incredibly clear.

"Life Ghost’s full-scale attack could come at any time, and it will only be crazier than last time. The earlier City of Dawn stands, the more hope we have of holding it. He’s racing against Death God."

She paused, her gaze casting towards the distant north.

That was towards Arctic Frontline Main Battlefield.

"Just hope... other places can hold on a bit longer."

....

Arctic Main Battlefield.

Cold Bone Fjord.

The terrain here is like being cleaved hard by a battle axe.

On either side are steep ice cliffs that remain unchanged for ages, and a relatively narrow ice valley passage like a strategic throat.