Fire Demon Crystal

You're crazy? Were you dropped on your head? Coming to this Firearms Battalion to throw your life away? Do you have any idea how many people die here every day? Do you know how vicious those bastards from the Sirius Empire are?"

"I like the feeling of slaughter," Lin Ming said faintly, his tone calm, yet carrying a trace of unquestionable seriousness and certainty.

He was indeed telling the truth. Combat and slaughter had already merged into his blood, becoming the fastest path for him to elevate his strength.

Scarface opened his mouth, wanting to say something to refute this ignorant and fearless young man, but ultimately shook his head, sighed, and looked at him with the gaze of a dead man:

"Young man, you're truly ignorant. Once you hit the battlefield and see blood, you'll know what cruelty is. Fine, take care of yourself. I hope that when the sun rises tomorrow, I can still see you alive."

He said no more, retreating back into his tent. The curtain fell, cutting off the view.

Lin Ming didn't care either, continuing to close his eyes and regulate his breathing, keeping both his body and mind in peak condition.

Right at that moment, a piercing alarm that seemed capable of tearing through eardrums suddenly resounded across the entire camp!

Woo--!!! Woo--!!! Woo--!!!

That alarm was sharp and urgent, resembling the final dying moan of a dying giant beast, or perhaps the scythe of the Grim Reaper sweeping across the night sky.

The originally noisy camp fell silent for a single instant, as if time itself had frozen.

Immediately afterward, the entire camp erupted like a boiling pot, and everyone sprang into action! Footsteps, shouts, and the clashing of weapons merged together, forming a chaotic symphony!

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! The scum