215: Clean up the battlefield! Don't leave even a single scrap of flesh behind!

The morning light pierced through the thick smoke, and golden sunlight spilled onto the charred frozen earth of the North Slope of Gongga Mountain.

The giant waves on the sea surface gradually calmed down, leaving only countless Floating Corpses bobbing with the waves, looking like a pot of overcooked dumplings.

The air was filled with a suffocating smell of blood and burnt stench, but at this moment, to the survivors, this scent was the sweetest fragrance in the world.

That was the scent of victory.

"Won... we won?"

It was unclear who had broken the dead silence first.

Immediately after, suppressed sobs, frantic roars, and the clattering of weapons hitting the ground converged into a wave of sound that soared straight into the clouds.

"We won!! We survived!!"

"Long live the Dragon God!! Victory to humanity!!"

Countless soldiers embraced and wept; some knelt on the ground kissing the earth, while others fired their guns into the sky in a frenzy to vent their emotions.

This night had been too long, too desperate, and yet, too glorious.

On the sea surface of the North Slope, Lu Sheng was in no rush to enjoy the cheers.

He was shirtless, his lean, muscular torso still covered in dried golden blood scabs, and his dark golden Dragon Eyes scanned the scene indifferently.

"Zhou Hai! Zhao Ze! Su Li!"

Lu Sheng's voice was not loud, but it was transmitted precisely into the ears of the three through the spirit source.

"Here!!"

The three instantly pushed through the crowd and rushed in front of Lu Sheng.

Although everyone was wounded, the eyes of these three were frighteningly bright—it was the transformation that came after being baptized by the fires of war.

"Don't just focus on celebrating." Lu Sheng pointed to the scattered corpses of the high-tier Drowned Ones on the battlefield, his tone as serious as a miser: "Clean the battlefield! All corpses above Level 4, especially the fragments of those Level 8 Drowned Ones, don't let me miss a single piece of flesh! Those are all resources! Understand?"

Zhou Hai was stunned, then grinned and laughed: "Understood! Don't worry, Boss, I'll scrape three layers of topsoil off for you!!"

This was Lu Sheng; even after just becoming a savior, his first reaction was still to loot the corpses.

After arranging the chores, Lu Sheng brought Luo Tianfei to the command platform.

The Old General was leaning on the xuanyuan sword, panting heavily, while the guards beside him were frantically bandaging his wounds.

Seeing Lu Sheng approach, the Old General struggled to stand straight to salute.

Lu Sheng stepped forward, pressed down on the Old General's shoulder, and channeled a gentle spirit source into him.

"Old General, you've worked hard."

"It's not hard... not hard at all..." The Old General looked at the young man before him, his eyes slightly red and his voice trembling: "Young Friend Lu... no, Commander-in-Chief Lu, you are the backbone of humanity! If not for you, these hundreds of thousands of people would likely have been buried in the bellies of corpses today."

"It's my duty." Lu Sheng's expression was calm, showing no arrogance despite his achievements.

He turned around, his gaze cast towards other mountain ranges in the distance that were still shrouded in dark clouds.

There, the roar of artillery fire could still be faintly heard.

"Old General, I'll leave the aftermath here to you." Lu Sheng straightened his somewhat tattered pant cuffs, his eyes becoming sharp: "Although the Abyssal Corpse King is dead, the millions of the Corpse Tide it brought are still here, and the defensive lines of the other mountain ranges may not hold."

The Old General was stunned, then looked at him with solemn respect: "You are going to support them?"

"You could say that." A meaningful arc curled at the corner of Lu Sheng's mouth: "After all, they are all fellow humans; I should give them a hand if I can."

Of course, his true inner thoughts were—the monsters over there haven't been farmed yet, and the spirit source crystal core hasn't been collected; how could he let them go to waste?

Lu Sheng turned his head to look at the aloof Luo Tianfei beside him.

"Big... ahem, Miss Phoenix." Lu Sheng almost blurted out that nickname again, but after seeing flames rise in her hand, he wisely changed his words: "Are you interested in going for a ride with me?"

Luo Tianfei narrowed her Phoenix eyes and gave him a cold glance: "A ride? You want me to be your free hired muscle, right?"

"How can you call it hired muscle?" Lu Sheng spoke nonsense with a straight face: "This is called technical exchange between God-Tier Sequence users, and besides... I already gave you that core from the Abyssal Corpse King earlier, don't you have to show some appreciation?"

Mentioning that spirit source crystal core, Luo Tianfei's Aura weakened instantly.

Eating someone's food makes one soft-spoken; taking someone's gifts makes one short-handed.

"Hmph." Luo Tianfei lifted her chin haughtily and sheathed the long sword in her hand: "For the sake of that spirit source crystal core, this Young Miss will accompany you on this trip. But let's get one thing clear: I won't fight the small fry; it's beneath me."

"Deal."

Lu Sheng grinned.

The two figures flickered, instantly turning into two streams of light—one gold and one red—and disappeared into the horizon.

Leaving only the Old General on the command platform, watching their departing backs, he muttered to himself: "A Dragon and a Phoenix in harmony... It seems the sky of this Apocalypse is truly about to change."

The Langgeman Mountains were about eighty kilometers away from Gongga Mountain.

There was no stabilizing force like Lu Sheng here, nor was there heavy firepower support like the zhenhai carrier.

The defensive line was already riddled with holes.

"Hold the line!! Everyone hold the line for me!!"

A blood-soaked Level 7 commander was waving his battle saber, hacking a Level 5 Armored Corpse that had climbed into the trench to the ground.

He looked in despair at the black Corpse Tide surging in like a flood, his hand holding the saber trembling.

"There are too many... we can't kill them all..."

"There's no movement from Gongga Mountain; has it already fallen?"

"It's over... there is no hope for humanity..."

Feelings of despair spread like a plague. On the sea surface, dense masses of Low-Level Floating Corpses looked like a black carpet, filling the entire field of vision, while several massive Level 6 Giant Strength Corpses were frantically ramming against the fortifications at the foot of the mountain.

Just a second before the defensive line was about to collapse.

"Boom——!!!"

On the sea surface, two meteors streaked across, accompanied by a piercing sonic boom, instantly arriving in front of the battlefield.

The intense airflow blew away the smoke, revealing two figures.

One male and one female.

The man had a slender build, was shirtless, and had a faint Dragon shadow circling his body, while the woman wore vermilion battle armor, looking like a goddess descended to earth, unreachable and aloof.

"That is... reinforcements?!"

The survivors below stared blankly at this scene, unable to believe it.

Luo Tianfei's Phoenix eyes swept across the disgusting sea of corpses ahead, her brows slightly furrowed: "Why is it all this low-level trash? Where are those Level 8 Drowned Ones from just now?"

"They ran away." Lu Sheng shrugged, a trace of disappointment flashing in his dark golden Dragon Eyes: "When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter; once the Corpse King died, that group of intelligent high-tier monsters were smarter than anyone and had long since slipped back into the deep sea. The ones left are all mindless cannon fodder."

"Then you still want to take action?" Luo Tianfei stepped back half a step, looking disgusted: "Killing these things would dirty this Young Miss's hands."

"You don't understand."

Lu Sheng licked his lips, looking at the millions of mobile spirit source crystal cores below, his eyes flashing with a light called greed.

In his eyes, how could this be a dirty Floating Corpse Tide?

This was clearly walking spirit source crystal cores, resources piled up like mountains, and the cornerstone for building an invincible force in the future.

Even a mosquito is meat no matter how small; many a little makes a mickle. This spendthrift woman clearly doesn't know how to manage a household frugally!