The strong never liked being restrained or managed.
Therefore, even though joining guilds or military legions and fighting on the Frontline Battlefield could earn them military merits,
most Metahumans who came to Melbourne from other countries still preferred joining the Dejaka Battle Group.
Precisely because of this, although the Dejaka Battle Group had been established for less than fifty years, it had already grown into a behemoth.
The logistics base alone covered hundreds of thousands of square meters.
The main building standing before the logistics base was built with exceptional luxury.
"Here we are."
"This is the Dejaka Battle Group's headquarters."
A tall man who looked to be around thirty, with a steady aura, appeared before the building.
This was Xu Jingming after disguising his appearance.
The Heaven's Mandate Sect was extremely active in Melbourne, and other countries might also be harboring malicious intentions to assassinate geniuses from rival nations.
So, following Ling Shuang's instructions, he never used his real identity when traveling outside.
As for his aura, he had likewise used the Aura Concealment Technique to disguise it at the level of a Seventh-Order Middle-Level Metahuman.
Stepping into the first-floor lobby, he swept his gaze around and took in the entire scene.
The lobby was enormous, spanning over ten thousand square meters. Quite a few Metahumans were lining up to register.
Most of these Metahumans were fifth- or sixth-order. There were very few even at the fourth order.
There was not a single one below the fourth order.
The Frontline Battlefield was extraordinarily dangerous. Low-Order Metahumans were practically cannon fodder.
They clearly knew their own limits and would not come here to join.
"Hello, sir. How may I help you?"
A uniformed young woman in an ultra-short skirt that exposed her fair, slender legs came forward and asked warmly.