Abyss Summoner

Chapter 345 - 337: The Human Realm

The Insect Emperor was slain.

As the soul of the Insect Race, with the demise of the Annihilation Insect Emperor and a group of High-tier Insects, there was a massive drop in morale among the insects. Despite their incredible reproductive capabilities, they could no longer inflict fatal damage on Qiaodong District, or even exert any significant influence.

Pursue the victory.

This was a bloody massacre. Promised 2% of the food, the Warriors, exhausted as they were, mostly joined in the pursuit.

This does not even include the frequent appearances of professionals, along with Magic Crystal Cannons, guns, and blades attacking the swarms of insects.

In an instant.

A fervent battle unfolded on the battlefield. Undoubtedly, humans ultimately claimed victory, but after a brief celebration, there was a silence as cold as ice.

Because everyone knew...

This was a victory too costly to measure!

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Too many people died.

Although Qiaodong District was not breached, more than half of the defending Warriors were lost. In Qiaodong alone, over three thousand people died in this battle. Xu Hongzhuang’s Iron Demon Army was almost entirely wiped out. As a unit that grew in fire and blood, their unyielding spirit to advance without retreat had long determined their fate.

Foolishness?

No!

It was precisely their sacrifice that preserved the intact Qiaodong District. It is unimaginable that, without these Warriors fighting like madmen, the battle might have dragged on much longer.

There was even the possibility that the city could have been breached.

Chen Feng was not one to indulge in grandiosity. He understood that even though he had ended the life of the Annihilation Insect Emperor, without the charge of the other Warriors, he would have been overwhelmed by the insect tide, no matter how strong he was.

Aside from Qiaodong District, over half of the personnel from the Economic Development Zone were also lost. Originally a team of three thousand, only over twelve hundred survived. The rest all died on the battlefield, and some did not even leave intact bodies.

War is brutal.

Fortunately, humanity ultimately persevered.

The flames for burning the corpses in Qiaodong District burned for three full days, only extinguished at night. With so many dead, epidemic prevention measures had to be taken. In such circumstances, after a brief identification, a great fire burned the victims’ remains to ash.

During the days of burning, sounds of weeping could be heard intermittently in the streets.

Among the dead were their children, husbands. Just a few days ago, they were proud of each other, being ordinary people who could become Warriors and sometimes bring back some meat. It was indeed an enviable profession. While enjoying the benefits, they were also fulfilling their responsibilities and roles.

But now...

It’s all over.

When Qiaodong won the victory, they remained forever on that battlefield, even their remains reduced to white ash.

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After the disaster, how to calm the public and carry out post-disaster reconstruction is paramount.

In this environment, a significant piece of news arrived.

Zhang Jianxiong died.

Chen Feng received this news a day later, at the time when Zhang Jianxiong, pressed firmly beneath the earth, was dug out.

Yes.

He was dug out.

His Personal Guard recounted the process of his demise. The battle situation was clear; it wouldn’t be long before Chen Feng would kill the Annihilation Ant Emperor, but during Zhang Jianxiong’s fight, the ground suddenly gave way, and he fell.

A Drilling Insect had just dug under Zhang Jianxiong’s feet, and so, unknowingly, he plunged into the insect hole.

Though Zhang Jianxiong struggled vigorously, the insect hole was too narrow, and it was filled with numerous insects. Despite the desperate rescue efforts from his Personal Guard, it was in vain. Thus, this promising professional perished in such an aggrieved manner on the battlefield.

Chen Feng sat aside, wearing a somewhat solemn expression.

Training an outstanding manager is not an easy task. Zhang Jianxiong was capable and intelligent, more pliable to use compared to Wei Xun.

However...

He died in such a ridiculous way on the battlefield.

Sometimes, luck is also a crucial factor.

Since the founding of Order, he was the highest-ranking figure to die among the upper echelons. Chen Feng personally stepped in to hold a grand farewell ceremony for him.

Zhang Jianxiong was dead, but the Exploration Department needed to continue.

Taking over the Exploration Department was a Silver Tier Magnetic Master who could control all iron elements. At higher levels, he could even control trace elements in humans. Originally, he was just an interim team leader, with no hope of inheriting this position in his lifetime, but during the insect tide, he performed extraordinarily and was deeply supported by his comrades, truly achieving "fame from a single battle."

The insect tide assaulting the city left Qiaodong in ruins and took away countless familiar faces, but undeniably, the city ultimately held out. Relying on the blood and flesh left by the insects, some ordinary people, upon long-term consumption, experienced changes in their bodies, significantly increasing their chances of becoming professionals.

In the battle, the deceased Order Warriors, besides receiving compensation, were buried in the Tomb of Loyal Souls. This was a solemn and dignified ceremony. Even the flamboyant Dark Elf donned a black outfit in that setting.

One by one, the white urns were held in the arms of Warriors, surrounded by grieving families. Among them was a visibly distressed pregnant woman; her husband was killed by insects during the apocalypse. Through their relationship, she managed to overcome her gloom and bond with another equally ill-fated man.

But who could have foreseen, just when she was moving on and even carrying a new life, her second husband perished in battle.

What does the future hold?

The woman stood alone in front of the Tomb of Loyal Souls, with her belly exposed, wiping away the tears on her cheeks, though they seemed never-ending.

The Dark Elf stood beside her, unusually quiet.

Dark Realm.

The Dark Elf lived on that land of sin. From the time she could remember, she was constantly fighting and learning skills because she understood that if she didn’t quickly master everything, she might be killed by the enemy in the next battle.

The Dark Realm shows no mercy, and to become stronger, she must use all means, including her own body.

She had encountered too many occasions like this; the last time she cried was at a fifteen-year-old ritual because among the ten deceased tribe members, two were her parents.

Wherever there is life, there is strife.

Whether in the human world or in the Abyss...