Willing to Die for Your Excellency!

"The first squad has been wiped out. The second squad has lost combat capability." The cold voice in his ear made Bruis's eyes turn bloodshot.

"Fourth squad, snipe them! Snipe them! Third squad, provide support! Where's the medical team? Hurry! Get the second squad out!"

"Yes, sir."

"Bang! Bang!"

"Roar!"

Above them, the airship piloted by the third squad flew through the battlefield. Its relentless attacks drew Fenrir's attention, while the fourth squad used the ruins to conceal themselves.

They held specially made energy cannons, firing precise shots of highly penetrating energy.

Fenrir clutched his eye and roared in pain. Although he had lost his intelligence, the battle instincts that had replaced it allowed him to target the sniping squads hiding all around.

"Not good! Fourth squad, evade! Quickly!"

"Clang!" Sharp claw blades swept through the air, and the towering wall collapsed before them as easily as tofu.

The battle grew increasingly intense. By Yuan's calculations, the fighting between them would likely be decided very soon.

One Glutton after another fell. Yuan knew they could not wait any longer. Even without a good opportunity, they had to force one into existence. Otherwise, they would not hold out for long, and the situation would only worsen.

"Qiming, bring the God-Slaying Spears over."

"Yes, Master. Equipping you with the God-Slaying Spears now."

"Bruis." Hearing Yuan call him, Bruis swiftly broke away from the battle and hurried over.

"We can't drag this out any longer. With Dark Alloy Weapons in hand, your armor can't withstand them."

"Yes, Your Excellency. We have no other choice. Rest assured, even if we fight until the last man falls, we will not let you be harmed."

Yuan waved a hand. "That isn't what I mean. According to the calculations, there is only one way to stop Fenrir now."

"You mean the God-Slaying Spears?"

"Correct. Although the God-Slaying Spears cannot guarantee a kill, they can create an opening for the warship's main cannon. But Fenrir's speed has already far exceeded the warship's target acquisition rate." As he spoke, he stared fixedly at Bruis.

"I'll go, Your Excellency. Though they are all Glutton elites, only I am better suited to command through the central system. That will give us a greater chance of success."

Bruis's immediate answer made Yuan's gaze deepen.

"Master, there is—"

"Quiet. Tell me later." Cutting off Qiming, Yuan looked at Bruis with regret in his eyes. As a commander he admired, Yuan did not want him to go die.

After all, the only people Yuan had consistently dealt with were Cole and Bruis. He had no real relationship with the other Gluttons.

It might sound cruel, but people were like that. It was regrettable when strangers went to their deaths, but Yuan would not grieve over them.

"As someone who began as a Science Officer, you should have guessed the next course of action. You have no hope of surviving."

"Hahaha, Your Excellency. As a warrior, I have long been prepared to die on the battlefield. Please give me this chance. Even if I die, I will not let it harm you!"

Explosions and shouted curses echoed across the battlefield, yet Yuan felt as though everything around him had fallen silent.

"Volunteering to die?" His lips moved slightly, as if he had thought of something. He wanted to speak, but under Bruis's gaze, he could not open his mouth.

"Take it. Go." Yuan sighed and agreed to his request. Then he turned and picked up the God-Slaying Spear, but suddenly sensed that something was wrong.

"Where's my God-Slaying Spear? Why is there only one? Where's my other huge spear? Qiming!" Yuan turned and saw that only one God-Slaying Spear remained, immediately shouting in fury.

"It's with me, Your Excellency." An unfamiliar yet somewhat familiar voice rang out from the edge of the battlefield.

"It's you, Cole. What are you trying to do? Qiming, what's going on?"

"Master, I was just about to tell you. Former Commander Cole persuaded the guards and escaped. On the way, he also seized a God-Slaying Spear. Many of the warship's weapons have been deployed on the battlefield, so I couldn't stop him."

"What am I trying to do? Don't you know?" As he spoke, his vicious eyes fixed on Yuan and Bruis. He toyed with the God-Slaying Spear in his hand, his entire body radiating astonishing killing intent.

"Cole, the God-Slaying Spear's authorization key has been changed. You can't use it. Stop being so stubborn and bring it over. This is not the time for jokes." Cole's actions left Bruis horrified.

Sensing Yuan's heavy breathing behind him, Bruis became even more anxious.

"Cole, don't keep making mistakes. The soldiers can't hold out much longer. Hand over the God-Slaying Spear. With only one, I can't guarantee a kill."

"That's because you're useless." Bruis's words did not make Cole reconsider; instead, he snapped back angrily. Yuan seemed to notice something amiss and stopped gathering the Dark Energy in his hand.

"You are, after all, only a Science Officer. Even as a commander, you can only remain beneath the calculations of the central system. Besides, the God-Slaying Spear does not necessarily require an authorization key to activate. A commander's blood works too."

With that, he drew a short sword across his hand. Strands of blood covered the entire spear. A crimson ghostly glow slowly lit up, and the God-Slaying Spear activated successfully, its murderous aura filling everyone's sight.

"Damn it, Cole! What are you doing?" Seeing the God-Slaying Spear activate, Bruis roared as though he had lost his mind.

This was merely a one-use God-Slaying Weapon that had found its way out of the academy. Once activated, it had to be used within a short time. Otherwise, once the activating energy dissipated, the so-called God-Slaying Spear would be nothing more than a relatively sturdy weapon.

"I told you, you're useless. If it were me, one spear would be enough to guarantee a kill." Holding the spear, Cole raised his head and chest as he looked toward Fenrir, who had stopped moving in the distance and was scanning his surroundings.

Almost the instant the God-Slaying Spear activated, Fenrir sensed the threat. He looked around, his battle instincts telling him that something far away posed an immense danger.

Very soon, the pupil within his giant eye rapidly constricted as he spotted Cole in the distance, holding the God-Slaying Spear.

"Roar!" With a furious howl, Fenrir no longer paid attention to the energy cannons obstructing him from all sides. He charged at Cole with lightning speed, seeming to appear at Cole's side in an instant.

"Bruis, you are not a qualified warrior at all. You are indecisive and think too much. But you are a qualified commander. You have brought hope to the Gluttons." With that, he gave them both a deep look.

Especially Yuan. The instant Cole looked at him, his eyes became incomparably complicated. Yuan seemed to understand what he wanted to convey and nodded.

Having received the answer he wanted, Cole laughed with high spirits.

"As a commander, I'll teach you one final lesson. Warriors must never place all their hopes in a calculation system."

"Hahahaha! I am Commander Cole, willing to die for Your Excellency!"