Jinhe City's southern outskirts.
An uninhabited urban district contained an inconspicuous factory building.
Abandoned cargo containers of unknown age were piled throughout the spacious yard, while tufts of wild grass swayed before the rusty iron gate.
Several green heads hid in the shadows of the factory windows, vigilantly watching the nearby streets.
This was a transfer warehouse used by the Torch Church to supply weapons and ammunition to the Qi Tribe.
Although it was more than ten kilometers from the front line, the intricate subway network allowed logistics personnel to easily deliver weapons into the hands of frontline soldiers.
The towering buildings blocked out the continuous gunfire. Only the occasional thunderous explosion reminded Gahn that the flames of war had already reached the tip of his nose.
Now even the explosions had gone silent, yet Gahn's mood had not improved in the slightest. Instead, he grew even more agitated.
Just moments ago, he had learned that his men had retreated from the surface underground. This also meant that the Qi Tribe's surface nest had fallen completely.
Standing at the entrance to the warehouse, Gahn clenched his fists so tightly that his teeth nearly shattered. Fury nearly burst into flames from his eyes.
Their nest had been occupied by a pack of two-legged livestock...
Such humiliation had never happened in an entire century!
Noticing Gahn, the mutants stationed at the windows hurriedly left their posts and scrambled over to open the door for their chieftain.
With a creaking scrape of metal, the rusty gate opened a crack. A hunched old mutant squeezed through the gap and gave Gahn a slight bow.
"Chieftain."
Gahn was usually fairly polite to this old priest who stood on his side, but he did not have a friendly expression now.
He strode up to Gomo, grabbed