Dusk Palace, seventh floor.
The groans of the wounded and the stench of blood filled the seventh floor. Contracters covered in bandages sat scattered throughout the area.
"Boss, when are we eating? I'm starving to death."
A one-legged contractor leaned against the corner of a wall, chewing on something unknown. His masseter muscles were extremely well-developed, so he must have chewed something frequently.
"Soon. Just wait."
A regiment commander answered impatiently. Several other regiment commanders were beside him, and they were discussing something.
"Boss, even if I have to die, at least let me die on a full stomach."
The one-legged contractor muttered. When he noticed that his commander's gaze was off, he stopped speaking.
Several regiment commanders sat together, with Yan Chen at their head.
"We successfully repelled the first wave of attacks. Based on the current casualty figures, the Apocalypse Paradise side won't last ten days. If they launch an attack like this once every day, it'll take at most five days for our numbers to far exceed theirs. Then we can consider launching a counterattack..."
As Yan Chen spoke, he noticed that several regiment commanders were staring straight at him.
"What?"
"Brother Yan Chen, your hand..."
A regiment commander pointed at Yan Chen's hand, his expression rather unpleasant.
"My hand?"
Yan Chen raised his crystallized left arm. He had already taken a potion that removed abnormal statuses, but it had had little effect. Fortunately, there were signs of recovery. The crystallization process wasn't irreversible.
When Yan Chen raised his crystallized left arm, he discovered that large cracks had appeared across it. It could shatter at any moment.
For a close-combat magic gunner like Yan Chen, losing an arm was no minor matter. It would greatly reduce his combat strength.
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