Coexistence

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

"Those who can walk should try to walk on their own; those who can't should lie on their side and squeeze together. If it hurts, just yell out!"

The explosions continued, shaking the underground building and causing the lights to flicker.

In places where collapse is highly likely, even those with broken legs have to run on crutches, and many professors who had only been recuperating in bed for two hours had to struggle to get up.

The temporary resettlement area is very basic, but such recuperation conditions are a luxury for many people.

The green-painted floor was frequently smeared with blood, and some people fainted from the pain, only to be trampled on by others who didn't stop in time.

"Here..."

"Relocate them first, then discuss treatment!"

Zhang Xuezhou didn't mind using Technique Method to save people.

However, casting spells takes time, and his Supreme Purity True Technique is a single-target Technique Method, unlike the pressure of a realm which has an area-of-effect effect.

One or two people might be one thing, but hundreds of people being injured would leave even a deity helpless.

Moreover, he didn't come up with this idea.

Zhang Xuezhou had no idea what Badun was thinking when he took over 'Dingkui', or what he was thinking when he persisted until his death.

Currently, the unreasonable distribution system and the alienated Alliance Parliament are the reasons for the Aomeijia Alliance. Badun's long absence from the Aomeijia Alliance has resulted in significant errors in the allocation of resources within the nation.

"We've already received the fast-acting medication; anyone who can rush to safety can be saved!"

Zhang Xuezhou shouted.

The words, like trying to quench thirst by looking at plums, made some of the seriously injured people straighten their necks.

The professors engaged in research may not have made any significant achievements in Gene Sequence, but they have all had some exposure to genetic resources. Even the worst of them are at least at the level of sequencers, are generally physically strong, and many have obtained Third Sequence, and some even have obtained fourth or Fifth Sequence.

The medical bed, which normally only accommodates one person, was surrounded by five or six people. The upper bodies of the people were lying on the bed, while those who could move their lower limbs used their feet to propel themselves, stumbling and falling as they walked out of the underground passage.

The professors were a group of very well-mannered people. Even with the constant booming of explosions and the shaking of the underground building, they did not show any signs of crowding or trampling.

Everyone knew that only by proceeding in order could they leave this place as quickly as possible.

This situation even caused some of the rebels Sequence Holder were in charge of covering the rear to lose their composure.

If everything were in order, the Aomeijia Alliance might not be in its current state.

Countless hunts, countless studies, and no matter how hard they tried and cooperated, the output of the Aomeijia Alliance remained limited.

The Seventh Sequence is unattainable for many, and obtaining genetic resources is a difficult process for many.

For a large nation with the greatest geographical advantage in hunting, this shouldn't be the case, but after many people privately compared their accounts, they found that their acquisitions were extremely similar to Sequence Holder of other major powers.

No one knows where the surplus genetic resources went, or whether the failure rate of genetic research in the Aomeijia Alliance is alarmingly high. Much of the data is not transparent or publicly available, so there is no definitive answer.

Until Badun fell, the underlying discontent turned into open conflict.

"It all seems meaningless!"

"We are dissatisfied with the Montes Lineage, but many people are dissatisfied with us too!"

"Without Clark and the Scarlet Alliance State's evacuation, we would be dead by now!"

The basement swayed back and forth, the lights flickering until they went completely dark.

The crowd continued to line up and move forward in an orderly fashion in the darkness until a ray of sunlight appeared ahead. The sounds of bombing, collapse, and burning gradually faded away, and many people realized that they had returned to the ground entrance.

This is not the path Montes Clark should have taken out; so many people, whether injured or sick, should not have appeared openly in the outside world.

"Sister?"

Montes Steel glanced at Montes Clark, who shook his head.

"The victor is king, the loser is villain; there's nothing more to say. Let the Scarlet Alliance State deal with whatever they want to restrain and bind them as they see fit," Montes Clark said.

"Damn it, I still have the strength to resist! I don't want to be tied up at all!"

Montessmann grumbled in dissatisfaction, then quickly glanced at Zhang Xuezhou and the others.

Compared to falling into the hands of the rebels, falling into the hands of Zhang Xuezhou and others meant at least they wouldn't die; the outcome was bad, but not unacceptable.

Upon seeing Zhang Xuezhou look at him, Montessler couldn't help but take a slight step back, then cursed himself inwardly before forcing himself to straighten up.

"What, did we lose?"

Still feeling somewhat drowsy, Bakhtom asked in broken Omega English.

"We've lost. Thank you for your help, friends from the Thousand Islands Alliance. You can withdraw now," Montes Clark nodded.

"We accepted five hundred doses of blood serum and an extract from a ferocious beast from you; it would be extremely unethical to back out now!"

Bakhtom muttered, but when he glanced behind him and realized that one person was missing from his team and several others were seriously injured, his face turned ashen, and his mind cleared almost instantly.

They had always followed the main force and only fought battles where they had the advantage; they never expected that this battle would result in layoffs.

A deal where no one dies is worthwhile; a deal where someone dies is undoubtedly a loss.

He took a deep breath, realizing that all his previous scheming was useless; trying to gain an advantage had only resulted in him losing money.

"Silva, Orro, what do you say?"

Montes Clark looked at the rebel experts standing with their arms crossed to one side, only to see Silva and Orro looking back at Zhang Xuezhou and the others with equally wary expressions.

"What do you mean 'how to say it'? It's all about the winner taking all the credit," Silva said coldly.

"The issue isn't what we say, but that we don't have the power to say it," Orro gritted his teeth. "We've all been bombed. This internal strife is no longer under our command, and the outcome is certainly not up to us!"

"Weren't they Scarlet Alliance State that you hired?"

Montes Clark asked in surprise, only to see Zhang Xuezhou point to the opportunist Gregon among the crowd.

"We just happened to come here to help out Grian. He said he wanted to be the Speaker of the Grand Council, so we'll give him our support," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"Grian as Speaker of the Grand Council?"

"He's just... he's a capable person too!"

Orro had just been about to berate Grian as nothing more than trash among the Sixth Sequence group, but when he thought of Grian's cunning and opportunistic behavior, he was speechless.

In short, they wouldn't stoop to asking for help from outsiders, and someone like Grean probably wouldn't hesitate.

He was indebted to the other party; if it weren't for Grean inviting the Scarlet Alliance State to assist him, he would likely be dead by now.

The final battle has ended up like this, with only a handful of people remaining in good physical condition, while the rest are more or less injured, and some are even seriously wounded.

The injury significantly impacted the success rate of entering the Seventh Sequence. Orro was completely disheartened and had given up any thought of overthrowing the Montes Lineage.