Alvin, still in Hell, had no idea what had happened to Shang-Chi. Even if he had known, he probably wouldn't have thought much of it.
The problem Alvin faced now was how to help the World Allied Forces gain a foothold in Hell, so they could collect the soil there and refine what they called rare elements.
What had started as a test of combat strength had turned into a protracted invasion, requiring a massive investment of manpower and resources.
Besides, if Alvin didn't want to become a full-time doorman, he had to help the World Allied Forces establish a solid foothold.
Once their safety was assured, all he might have to do in the future was open a portal once a month to let them transport supplies and harvests, and rotate their troops.
This shouldn't have been Alvin's responsibility, but he was happy to see Earth develop its own interstellar fleet.
Influence ultimately came from strength. If everything depended on the power of a few people, Earth would have a hard time truly reaching beyond its own borders.
Besides, Julie, who had finally come through all her hardships, could also benefit from Earth's leap forward. That was what Alvin most wanted to see.
Just imagining that someone who had changed the world had come from his school made Alvin's blood run hot.
That gave him a greater sense of accomplishment than chopping down a few bad guys himself!
After nearly four hours of fierce fighting, the soldiers who had wiped out the Hellhounds and Demon Bulls withdrew to the camp established by the mages under Fatty Wang Yuan's command.
The camp was surrounded by Kamar-Taj's distinctive magical barrier, giving the soldiers a chance to catch their breath.
The Gun Club's combat engineers increased their workload. They abandoned their plan