81: Chapter 80 The Pride of the Revival Society

In another location within the high-dimensional vision, lay the positions of the Revival Society Alliance.

The area covered here was countless times larger than that of the Little Life Society, occupying a sea area of nearly ten thousand nautical miles in radius. Hundreds of thousands of warships and ordinary Houseboats formed a highly standardized and meticulous layered defensive perimeter.

Countless Revival Society members, under the scheduling of commanders at various levels, were methodically intercepting the sea beasts.

Within the defensive lines, those elite survivors possessing Silver Grade weapons or powerful talents acted as firefighters, rushing to the critical points of each defensive line.

Coordinating with the precise scanning of the magic sea compass and utilizing the Magic Sea gunpowder barrels developed by the Revival Society, they relied on their data-fied bodies to pinpoint and eliminate those high-tier sea beasts that emerged.

Although there were occasional casualties when defensive lines were breached, with the continuous support of data-fied bodies, red, blue, and yellow three-colored Life Springs, and little life water, the entire battle situation remained orderly, even faintly showing a favorable trend of successive victories and comprehensive suppression.

Inside the highest-level command cabin of the Revival Society, the atmosphere was so relaxed that it hardly felt like they were at war.

The Second Chief, Zheng Yuanshan, remained as stoic as ever, his hawk-like gaze fixed on the central sea chart, fingers rhythmically tapping the tabletop. But apart from him, smiles of relief had already appeared on the faces of the other council members.

Director Lin Su, the Director of the General Administration of Livelihood Security, was the first to break the silence. She was in her early forties and had been a regional official before her Transmigration; she spoke quickly and accurately. At this moment, holding a glass of champagne that had been opened from some treasure chest, she leaned against the porthole, her tone noticeably relaxed: "It seems this Magic Sea Beast Tide is nothing much after all."

Director Sun Zheng, the Director of the General Administration of Defense and Security, sat on the other side of the long table. He nodded slightly at her words but habitually thought one step further: "Judging from the current situation, the pressure on the defensive lines is indeed smaller than expected. However, we still cannot let our guard down. After all, isn't it said that there might still be attacks from Overlord-grade sea beasts? There are still three hours left until it ends."

"Old Sun, you're just too cautious." Director Zhou Ming, the Director of the General Administration of Planning and Construction, had a tough and extroverted personality. At this moment, he sat boldly in his chair, also holding a glass of wine. "Look at the data—what is our current combat loss ratio? One to three hundred and seventy! And that's counting those unlucky ones who didn't manage to use the Life Spring water in time. Before the Transmigration, who would have dared to imagine this? As for the Overlord-grade sea beasts you mentioned, they haven't appeared even though it's almost over. Either they won't appear, or they might have already appeared and been killed by the super main cannons of our Revival."

At this moment, the live broadcast connected within the council showed a scene where a hideous sea beast nearly a hundred meters in size was floating on the sea surface, with a bloody hole thirty to forty meters in diameter at the very center of its body.

Everyone smiled knowingly.

Director Sun Zheng, who had raised the question, couldn't help but grin.

That made sense; that hundred-meter sea beast certainly counted as a super high-tier sea beast, as the value displayed on the compass exceeded twenty thousand.

The values for what they had previously defined as high-tier sea beasts were only in the thousands.

Without a doubt, this must be the Overlord-grade sea beast announced by the Magic Sea.

But for some reason, Director Sun Zheng still felt a vague, inexplicable sense of unease in his heart.

The acting director of the Comprehensive Coordination Department, a middle-aged man surnamed Liu, smiled and added: "The Numerical Panel, three-colored Life Springs, and little life water are just too overpowered. In the past, if a sea beast bit off your arm, you could only wait for death. Now, you just gulp some down, and you can keep fighting and killing; it's more effective than stimulants. Otherwise, even if the Revival had taken care of that super high-tier sea beast, we would still be in trouble facing those ordinary sea beasts."

"You're right, but it's not just the Numerical Panel, three-colored Life Springs, and little life water." Director Lin Su swirled her wine glass, a smile on her lips. "The organizational ability of our Revival Society also deserves credit. Look at those rogue factions—which one of them isn't struggling to maintain their position even with the support of our special dispatch commanders? Only we have defensive lines as stable as Mount Tai. What does this mean? It means that in this apocalypse, unity is strength, and unity is the key to success!"

"Well said!" Director Zhou Ming slapped the table. "Once we get through tonight, the sheer amount of merit points and dropped sunken sea treasure chests will be enough to increase the strength of our Revival Society several times over. I estimate that it's not impossible for gold-grade treasure chests to drop. Even if they don't, with our organization's merit, we will definitely be able to open a few gold-grade treasure chests!"

Director Sun Zheng finally revealed a hint of a smile: "The higher the regional merit, the higher the treasure chest drop rate. The merit density in our sea area ranks in the top three across the entire Yanhuang Camp. Tonight's harvest is indeed worth looking forward to."

"Looking forward to it?" Director Lin Su raised an eyebrow, her tone carrying a hint of mockery. "Old Sun, you're being too conservative with your words. Let me tell you, I've already had the logistics department prepare storage plans in advance. Conservatively estimated, after tonight's six hours, the supplies the Revival Society brings in will be enough to support three months of high-intensity consumption."

Director Zhou Ming laughed heartily: "Director Lin, this isn't called preparation; it's called 'celebrating in advance'!"

"What's wrong with celebrating in advance?" Director Lin Su said confidently. "When the announcement came out, how many people were too scared to sleep? Saying things like 'the Magic Sea Beast Tide is the end of the world' and 'humanity can't withstand it at all.' And what happened? Not only did we withstand it, but we're also fighting splendidly. Isn't that worth celebrating?"

A chorus of good-natured laughter rang out in the command cabin.

The Inspector General, an older comrade surnamed Chen who hadn't spoken much, stroked his beard and smiled: "Come to think of it, the fact that this beast tide went so smoothly is thanks to the Fate Master. Previously, we all thought the Numerical Panel was the most important, but once the fighting started, we realized that the unlimited three-colored Life Springs, which can maintain our soldiers' energy at all times, are the most formidable feature. Otherwise, relying only on the limited quantity of little life water, we truly couldn't afford this war of attrition against these endlessly emerging sea beasts."

"Indeed." Director Sun Zheng said seriously. "Having the Fate Master is a blessing for our Yanhuang Civilization, and at the same time, the anchor of our Yanhuang Civilization."

"Alright, alright, save the flattery for later." Director Zhou Ming raised his glass. "Now, let us first have a toast in advance to the victory over this incoming beast tide!"

"Cheers!"

Several council members raised their glasses, the crisp sound of clinking glasses echoing in the command cabin.

Director Lin Su took a sip of champagne, gazing at the brightly lit defensive lines outside the porthole, her eyes full of expectation: "Once the beast tide ends and the merit points are credited, the personal rankings of our Revival Society will definitely rise further. Perhaps when the list updates next time, half of the top ten will be our people."

"That's for sure." Director Zhou Ming added. "I heard that Chief Zhang has already personally killed three high-tier sea beasts tonight, and his merit points will likely increase by at least tens of thousands. Plus the double merit settlement after the beast tide ends—tsk tsk, next time the personal ranking list comes out, Chief Zhang will probably be able to rush into the forefront of the list."

Suddenly, the conference table was rapped twice, interrupting everyone's laughter and chatter.

Everyone turned their eyes toward the source of the sound, Zheng Yuanshan.

"Chief!" "Chief!" "Chief!" "..."

This sexagenarian old soldier remained standing in front of the sea chart, expressionless, as if the laughter and chatter around him had nothing to do with him. He remained silent for a few seconds before saying calmly: "The battle is not over yet; do not be happy too soon."

Director Zhou Ming chuckled: "Chief Zheng, you are just too serious. Look at this data, look at this situation—the sea beasts are decreasing the more we fight, and we are getting stronger the more we fight. If we could still fail in this situation, I'll eat this table."