Renault's artificial eye flashed red—the signal that combat mode had activated. "Then let's not keep them waiting too long. Ten minutes to rest up, then we'll go say hello."
He turned and roared at the reinforcements who had just passed through the Gates of Hell, "Did you hear that? Ten minutes! Check your gear, resupply your ammo, then we're going to give our neighbors in Hell a little 'housewarming gift'!"
Two hundred demon hunters answered with a perfectly unified, murderous growl.
Beneath Hell's crimson sky, humanity's defenses were growing stronger, while the war had only just begun.
Demon Hunter Guild, Conference Center.
More than twenty people sat around the massive circular tactical table. Aside from core members like Wu Heng, Dean, Sam, Bobby Singer, and Castiel, there were also regional leaders and seven newly appointed expert advisers.
A holographic projection rotated above the center of the table, displaying the Balance Field's real-time status, the construction progress of Hell's defensive line, and a global heat map of supernatural activity.
"The Balance Field is operating stably. Over the past two days, it has detected and dealt with seventeen infiltration attempts—nine by angels and eight by demons," reported the commander in charge of field monitoring. "As for the Hell defensive line, we've initially established a safe zone with a five-kilometer radius. We've repelled three medium-scale demon assaults, with casualties kept below 3%."
Wu Heng nodded. "Keep reinforcing the line, but don't expand too aggressively. Our priority remains the field itself. It isn't just a defensive barrier—it's also a screening net."
He pulled up another set of data. "According to Internet Addiction's analysis of abnormal events worldwide, the interference caused by the Apocalypse is accelerating."
"Supernatural activity across the globe has risen by 40% compared to the same period last year, and malicious incidents