Before the Astral Portal, light and shadow rippled like water.
Several soldiers carefully carried a sleeping body on a stretcher through the Portal.
It was the body Lin Mo had left on Blue Star.
Only after seeing this did Lin Mo step forward and enter that familiar world belonging to the Terra Continent.
There was no delay. A military off-road vehicle was already waiting nearby.
He climbed in, and its wheels kicked up dust as the engine rumbled, heading straight for the Command Center in the fief.
Lin Mo leaned against the window, watching the otherworldly scenery race past. The light cast by those two suns now seemed bitterly cold.
Screech-
The vehicle braked hard, stopping outside the Command Center.
Lin Mo pushed the door open and entered.
Long Zhan and Zhao Gang were both in the enormous command hall.
Several senior staff officers stood around a sand table, their discussion so heated it had nearly become an argument.
"I still say we must launch a saturation nuclear strike immediately!" a young field-grade staff officer shouted, his eyes bloodshot.
"Before it gains a firm foothold, cover the entire area with fifty nuclear warheads, each with a yield of nearly ten megatons! I refuse to believe it can intercept them all!"
"Foolish!" an elderly staff officer with glasses and graying hair immediately retorted.
"The target is Eighth Order! At the edge of the blast, we might not even kill a Seventh Order, let alone an Eighth Order!"
"I have a feeling this absolutely won't severely wound it, much less kill it!"
"Once it discovers that its entire Demon Clan army has been bombed to death, it will no longer have that army tying it down."
"Tell me, how do you defend against an Eighth-Order Demon God that can maneuver at Mach