Inside the underground chamber.
A large number of corpses had already turned into mummies. Federation soldiers soon dragged them away, and once the space had been cleared, thousands of New Humans emerged from the passageways around the chamber.
They spread out across the grooves of the formation, gripping the diamond-shaped spikes protruding from the bottom. Their flesh was pierced, and blood immediately began to pour out.
"Th-These are New Humans?" Zhang Jingyuan froze. He had wanted to ask where Luo Zhiwei had found so many people for the blood sacrifice, but now he knew.
Though these New Humans had not revealed their identities, he recognized them at a glance.
Those clear yet foolish eyes were something even the finest actor could not imitate.
Luo Zhiwei nodded. "Not just New Humans. There are also Federation death row prisoners, Western prisoners of war, and Federation soldiers wounded in the war."
Zhang Jingyuan looked up and, sure enough, spotted many familiar faces in the corner. They wore white general uniforms, the golden stars on their shoulders long blurred by blood.
One-star brigadier generals, two-star major generals, three-star lieutenant generals...
All of them were wrapped in bandages. Some had even lost an arm or a leg.
Zhang Jingyuan's eyes welled up. These Federation soldiers had been wounded fighting the westerners. They should have been recovering in peace after their injuries, yet they had all appeared in this underground chamber.
They were like leaves on the Federation's great tree. They flourished through spring and summer, sheltering others from wind and rain. When autumn and winter arrived, they fell from the branches and became nourishment for the roots.
And the Federation's root was the First Chairman, Du Jingzhe!
"Did all these New Humans come voluntarily?" Zhang Jingyuan took a deep breath and looked at the orderly