London.
Response Bureau.
A special combat force numbering several hundred stood fully armed in a square formation below the platform.
A moment later, a vortex appeared atop the platform, and a round-faced woman with short brown hair stepped out of it.
All the special operators immediately held their breath, hardly daring to make a sound.
Serika Wood, the Response Bureau's highest-ranking executor and the foremost vanguard against the gods, looked soft and cute, yet acted with ruthless efficiency. Rumor had it that she was such a terrifying witch that she could make a dragon wet itself with a single glare.
At that moment, Serika wore a dark green military uniform. She swept her gaze over the crowd below and spoke. "Everyone, you are the Response Bureau's most elite force."
"You have fought countless terrifying monsters, magical creatures, and even gods."
"You have crossed mountains of corpses and seas of blood to remain active to this day. Every one of you possesses formidable strength and willpower. That is why I chose you for this arduous mission!"
"We are waging a war. This war concerns humanity's survival—whether we live as an independent race or survive as slaves. To win this war, we must gather every bit of our strength."
"But sadly, we are not united. Countless people are willing to serve as the gods' lackeys, while others harbor ulterior motives and seek to extort us and hold us back at this critical juncture of life and death."
"We will not allow such things to happen. Therefore, before the final battle against the gods, we must clear away those obstacles and eliminate those dregs of humanity."
"That is the reason for this battle. On the main battlefield, we have already suppressed their forces, but there are still two things we need to do