Defying the Speaker Means Defying Us!

At that moment, a figure in military uniform stood quietly at the entrance to the cafeteria, listening to the clamor within with a faint smile at the corner of his lips.

It was Yu Guanzhi.

He did not go inside. He merely stood there in silence for a moment before turning and leaving, disappearing into the night.

He already had his answer.

He knew that no matter what Chen Yu wanted to do, this army would follow behind him without hesitation.

Not because of orders, nor because of military discipline.

But because—

He was the one who had given them a good life.

In this army...

The name Chen Yu was faith itself.

Before long, Yu Guanzhi also received a notice from the Highest Military Command System.

He stood in the Central Legion command room, facing a Soul Guidance screen displaying an encrypted order. The red words "Top Secret" flashed across the top of the screen.

He immediately opened the order. As his gaze swept over its contents, his pupils suddenly contracted.

The Speaker...

He was actually going to make a move against Shrek!

Shrek Academy, the continent's foremost academy, with twenty thousand years of glory and heritage—the sacred land in the hearts of countless Soul Masters.

It was an existence even more colossal and deeply entrenched than the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was merely a noble clan, while Shrek Academy was a behemoth with countless affiliated forces, countless allies, and countless supporters.

But Yu Guanzhi did not dwell on it for long.

He had followed Chen Yu for many years and understood the Speaker's personality all too well.

Once the Speaker made a decision...

He had never changed it.

If the Speaker said fight, then they would fight!

So he did not need to consider whether they should fight. He only needed to consider how.

He directly sounded the alarm.

The alarm instantly rang throughout West Mountain Barracks!

Its piercing wail tore through the night sky, echoing back and forth among the mountains with an urgency that sent adrenaline surging.

The soldiers who had been cheering and drinking in the cafeteria froze.

One had stopped with a wineglass raised in midair, another still had meat in his mouth before he could swallow it, and someone else had been laughing loudly with an arm around a comrade's shoulder.

But the instant the alarm sounded, every movement froze.

Their expressions immediately darkened.

That alarm sounded exactly the same as when they had been ordered to surround the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!

This was not a drill. It was the Speaker's order!

The cafeteria fell silent for a fraction of a second.

Then, a heavy slam against a table exploded through the room.

A soldier abruptly rose to his feet and brought his palm down hard on the dining table, making the bowls and plates rattle.

He looked around, eyes blazing with fury, and roared.

"Those damn little bastards actually dared to make our Speaker angry!"

"Brothers, grab your weapons and kill them!"

His rough, thunderous voice reverberated through the cafeteria.

That rage was not an act...

It was fury rising from the depths of his heart!

In their hearts...

The Speaker was the heavens. He was everything!

Whoever defied the Speaker...

Was defying them!!!

"Kill them!"

Everyone shouted in unison.

Their voices rolled through the air like muffled thunder.

At that moment, the soldiers set down their wineglasses and bowls. The smiles on their faces were replaced by icy severity.

Some grabbed their caps and pulled them onto their heads, some tightened their armed belts, and some checked the Soul Tools they carried. Their movements were crisp and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

In an instant, soldiers poured out from the cafeteria, the barracks, and every corner of West Mountain Barracks, rushing toward the parade ground to assemble.

Countless figures surged through the night, their hurried yet synchronized footsteps producing a deep rumble.

Soul Guidance streetlamps illuminated the entire parade ground as a vast sea of black-clad figures converged from all directions, like torrents flowing into the ocean.

The formations took shape at once, row upon row and column upon column, perfectly orderly as though carved with blades and axes.

No one spoke. No one whispered among themselves.

There were only synchronized footsteps, the metallic clatter of weapons and equipment, and an air of killing intent stretched to its utmost limit.

Every face bore the same message—

Ready!

At the same time, the same scene was unfolding at the bases of the other six legions.

At the Southern Legion camp...

The soldiers were jolted awake from their sleep by the alarm.

No one complained, and no one delayed. They rolled out of bed, dressed and put on their caps, grabbed their weapons, and rushed from the barracks.

From the alarm sounding to the full assembly...

It took less than three minutes.

At the front of the formation, Yue Zhengen stood with his hands behind his back. His gaze swept over the dense ranks of soldiers, and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

At the Western Legion base...

The soldiers had been gathered in small groups, some cleaning their weapons and others speaking in low voices.

The instant the alarm rang, everyone stopped what they were doing, their eyes turning sharp.

No one gave an order. They moved toward the parade ground of their own accord, incredibly fast yet without the slightest disorder.

The Northwestern Legion, Tianhai Navy, East Sea Navy, North Sea Navy—

The Seven Great Legions, seven bases.

At the same time, the same actions.

Before long, the soldiers of the other six legions had also completed their assembly, anticipation visible in their eyes.

They had all heard about the various benefits the Central Legion had received recently.

The news that they were eating thousand-year Soul Beast meat, drinking wine, and receiving double allowances had long spread throughout the Federation military through countless channels.

It would have been a lie to say they were not envious.

They were all working for the Speaker.

Yet because the Central Legion had remained by the Speaker's side, it had seized the opportunity and become rich overnight.

And what about them?

They guarded the borders.

Or remained stationed at sea.

They endured wind and sun, risking their lives...

Yet their benefits were far inferior to those of the Central Legion.

But today, this immense fortune had finally come their way as well!

At that moment, a young soldier of the Southern Legion stood in formation, tightly gripping his Soul Guidance Rifle as sparks of excitement danced in his eyes.

He lowered his voice and spoke to the comrade beside him.

"Did you hear?"

"When the Central Legion surrounded the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan this time, every person got nearly a million in household subsidies!"

"One million!"

"That's one million!"

The comrade beside him swallowed, his eyes burning.

"This time, it should be our turn."

"Shrek!"

"That's Shrek!"

"Their foundations are far deeper than those of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."

"Just plucking a single hair from them would be enough to feed us for the rest of our lives."

"Stop dreaming."

The veteran in the front row spoke in a low voice without turning around.

"Win the battle first."

"Whatever the Speaker tells us to do, we do it."

"Do it well, and we'll have everything."

"Do it badly, and we'll lose even our lives."

The young soldier instinctively shrank his neck and did not dare say another word, but the light in his eyes only burned brighter.

At that moment, lights suddenly flared across the platforms before the parade grounds of the Seven Great Legions.

A holographic projection condensed atop the platforms, and Chen Yu's figure appeared before everyone.

He wore formal attire, standing tall and straight with a calm expression and deep, resolute eyes.

Holographic projection technology had become extraordinarily advanced.

Every detail was rendered with perfect clarity; even the folds along his collar could be seen distinctly.

The soldiers shouted with fanatical fervor.

"Speaker!"

"Speaker!!!"

Their cries crashed like a mountain-shaking tsunami, making the entire parade ground tremble faintly.