279: Chapter 279 Tribal Leader and Combat Squad: Retreat and Restraint

"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth!"

Violent roars echoed continuously through the collective psychic field of the Greenskin Orcs.

With the gathering and eruption of psychic power, a continuous stream of psychic energy converged onto the massive body of the advancing Warlord, slowly restoring the transcendent psychic energy that had dropped due to the elimination of a large number of Greenskin Orcs.

Just as the Warlord led the top combat forces in an active counterattack, Mo Yuemei's hundred-person squad, now reunited with Mo Yuemei who had returned from slaying the giant burrowing Squig, was together annihilating the remaining terrified and fleeing common Greenskin Orcs.

Most common Greenskin Orcs did not possess the thick, powerful power armor or the transcendent physique of the elite Green-skinned Orc warriors, making them relatively easier to kill.

In less than a minute, with the support of powerful firepower, the hundreds of Green-skinned Orc squads blocking this wide passage were completely harvested.

Seeing the scene of carnage, Mo Yuemei immediately ordered: "Maintain vigilance and rest, replenish long-range attack arrows, restore True Qi, and recover valuable Green-skinned Orc Materials."

As the order was given, the squad, having fought bloodily for over ten minutes, continued to act in an orderly manner according to the instructions.

By now, the ground had completely turned into a quagmire of Green-skinned Orc limbs and blood, making even moving feel like wading through a sticky swamp.

Fortunately, some of the Cultivators who came with the army had mastered quite a few Spells; they immediately activated water and earth Spells to push and solidify these corpse fragments and blood onto the walls on both sides of the cave.

Four or five other injured and grime-covered squad members quickly recovered after taking healing Medicinal Pills and receiving healing Spells.

As for the severed arms and torsos, as long as they hadn't been minced into fragments, reattaching them would not be too difficult; these wounded had already been successively transferred out of the cave to the rear for recuperation and rest.

Mo Yuemei looked at the fungal plants in the corner of the cave that had absorbed the Green-skinned Orc blood and corpses, growing exceptionally lush and eerie, and a sense of disgust inexplicably welled up in her heart.

She glanced at the route projected by her battle armor; their current position was only four or five hundred meters away from the main space of the Green-skinned Orc tribal cavern.

However, four or five hundred meters underground in a cavern was vastly different from four or five hundred meters on the surface when it came to maneuvering.

Moreover, Mo Yuemei felt her Martial Dao consciousness, which she was using to probe deep through the cave walls, attenuate significantly after penetrating only a few hundred meters.

The collective psychic energy field that faintly suppressed her Martial Dao consciousness and Soul spirit made her understand the strength of these Greenskin Orcs a bit more, and her expression grew increasingly serious.

Just as she was thinking about how to break through this Transcendent Life level suppression, a life fluctuation that surpassed the Middle Stage of the first rank and even faintly reached the Late Stage of the first rank came from the depths of the cave.

Her Martial Dao consciousness probed towards that direction, but it seemed to hit a powerful barrier and was pushed back.

Mo Yuemei was astonished: "I didn't expect the Warlord of this Green-skinned Orc tribe to be so powerful."

She quickly reported the information she had gathered to the squad members, reminding them to be on alert, and at the same time reported it to the battle group headquarters so they could be informed in advance and make arrangements.

However, she was still very confident in her own strength. With their Martial Dao System having developed for over sixty years now, all aspects were gradually perfecting. Although it was still slightly inferior to the Divine Ability of the Dao Foundation Cultivator system, it still had many advantages over other systems.

Relying solely on the principles and intent that could disrupt the opponent's Transcendent Life field was enough to give them the upper hand in close-quarters combat. Moreover, as Mo Yuemei touched the long sword at her waist, the momentary panic that had risen in her heart from facing a powerful enemy settled down.

At this moment, the hundred-person squad that had been resting quickly completed their assembly, once again setting up Spell traps in advance and hiding on both sides of the cave.

But this time, it was not the reckless Green-skinned Orc boys who only knew how to charge and kill that came.

In the distant cave, a nearly ten-meter-tall Warlord appeared, wearing powerful mecha; he appeared exceptionally massive in this cave that was only a dozen meters high.

His powerful Aura, along with his transcendent psychic energy, constantly infected the surrounding fungal plants. Endless weak lifeforms like Gretchins and Squigs were born from them, and the green fungal carpet seemed to grow in all directions like a tide.

In front of the Warlord were thirty of the most elite Green-skinned Orc warriors; they wore meticulously crafted, thick power armor, holding shields in one hand and power axes in the other, standing in a tight formation that defied the chaotic minds of the Greenskin Orcs.

The Warlord was in the center, followed by ten Weirdboys who constantly cast various Spells, using psychic energy to bolster the entire combat squad.

The further they advanced, the stronger the collective psychic field energy of the entire tribe gathered around them became.

The entire combat squad did not slow their advance, their Aura growing increasingly massive, as if carrying the momentum of ocean waves crashing toward Mo Yuemei's squad, which had already lined up hundreds of meters away.

Mo Yuemei stood at the front of the squad; by this time, she had already received the latest orders from the battle group headquarters.

"Company Commander Mo Yuemei, in the 7th sector you are currently responsible for, it has been confirmed that this Warlord is extremely powerful and cannot be easily defeated with your current combat strength."

"The battle group headquarters has mobilized Grandmaster Li Xiping to provide support. Whether to hold your ground or retreat, the battle group respects your decision. However, be aware that as a Company Commander, you should try your best to preserve the lives of the Cultivators and Martial Artists under your command; this will be one of the criteria for evaluating your military merits."

After receiving this message, she understood the battle group's intentions.

Given the current strength of the Human Federation, there was naturally no need to expend lives below the first rank in human-wave tactics to hold back these powerful Warlords.

As long as their location was found, there would be ways to eliminate them, which was why she was given the freedom to choose.

However, while it was called a free choice, it still had to be based on the survival rate of the entire company.

With her current strength, facing this Warlord, preserving her own life was not a problem.

Therefore, she decisively ordered the hundred-person squad to retreat, while she remained as the containing force.

In the dim, sickly green cave, only the faint light emitted by the fungal plants and power armor illuminated the space.

The Green-skinned Orc Warlord looked down from above at the short human monkey in dark green mecha standing alone at the very front, emitting a disdainful sneer from its mouth.

Although he sensed that the opponent was a Transcendent Life of the same rank as him, as the Warlord of the entire tribe, he could gather the collective psychic field for support, which created a huge gap between them and such solitary Transcendent Life.

Therefore, he opened his mouth and emitted a voice carrying transcendent psychic energy fluctuations: "You will die in battle here; this is your honor, to die at the hands of the great Warlord Bageda."

Immediately, the Aura around him changed sharply, and the power axe and power claw in his hands erupted with a massive, ear-splitting noise, the activated disintegration field reaching a full seven or eight meters in size.

Green psychic energy erupted from the Warlord's body, its sharpness increasing by another level.