Chapter 1409: Empty

The continuous raging fire burned on the front lines for nearly half an hour, and countless Calamities died at Han Meng's hands.

By the time Han Meng's mental power was almost exhausted, the Calamities that had rushed into the Nanhai Realm had basically all been dealt with. The waves and water mist were suppressed to the edge of the gap, and the Pu family members on the side also seized the opportunity to quickly set up around it, gradually turning this temporary encounter into a positional battle.

A figure shuttled in from outside the gap.

"How is the situation?" Han Meng asked.

"There are no more high-order Calamities outside," the Pu family head's expression also relaxed. "Those Calamities seem to have realized that this place is difficult to break through, so they have diverted to other breathing vents... I have to go over and help."

After speaking, the Pu family head looked at Han Meng's slightly pale face and reminded him:

"You've been fighting for too long, you need to rest."

The task of Eighth-Order figures like the Pu family head was to block Eighth-Order Calamities, but in fact, there were only so many Eighth-Order Calamities in the Forbidden Sea, so the fighting was relatively less intense... But there were too many Seventh-Order Calamities, and before the Fusion Faction joined the battlefield, there were too few Seventh-Order figures in the Nanhai Realm who could fight, so Han Meng had hardly rested since the war began, always facing a situation of one against many.

Just as Han Meng was about to say something, a voice came from behind:

"Officer Han Meng, go and rest... leave this to us."

Han Meng turned back and saw that Teacher Ye had walked over from the rear. He was carrying several reagents with him, as if prepared to erupt and fight the Calamities at any time.

Han Meng didn't force it; he knew his current condition very well and nodded slightly:

"Then I'll leave it to you."

As the Pu family head went to support other breathing vents, Han Meng also set off to leave. His figure passed through the edge of the battlefield and headed straight toward the logistics allocation center in the rear.

Now the entire Nanhai Realm was under strict control, and no residents were allowed to go out, so the streets were empty. But when Han Meng passed by, he could still feel a large number of gazes cast from the windows of the surrounding houses. These residents also seemed to be standing nervously behind the windows, wanting to see the situation outside.

The logistics location set by the Nanhai Realm was not far from here. During this time, besides Han Meng, a large number of logistics personnel were walking back and forth. As soon as Han Meng pushed the door and entered the room, a thick, pungent smell of blood hit his nose.

In his field of vision, blood-stained beds were placed in the center of the room, and many figures were gathered around the edges of the beds, whispering with furrowed brows.

"These corpses are...?" Han Meng walked up and asked.

"They are the guards from the gap earlier," one staff member explained. "After the Calamity wave was blocked, we took the opportunity to bring the corpses out, but..."

"But what?"

"The way they died is a bit too miserable."

Han Meng walked up and lifted one of the sheets. A corpse sliced in two at the waist was presented bloodily before his eyes, internal organs continuously flowing out from the broken flesh, which was shocking.

The moment he saw this corpse, Han Meng froze in place.

He immediately turned around and lifted all the other sheets. As one bloody corpse after another came into view, his brow furrowed tighter and tighter...

……

"Holy Son..."

"Holy Son!"

Zhao Yi, who was sitting on the ground in a daze at the factory entrance, suddenly came to his senses.

He looked back and saw Linglong walking straight toward him, her eyes full of confusion...

"Holy Son, what are you dazing off here for?" Linglong pointed to the people who were returning to the dormitory one after another behind her. "Everyone has gone back to sleep, aren't you going?"

"I... am not sleepy," Zhao Yi shook his head.

"What are you thinking about?"

Zhao Yi hesitated and said, "I always feel... Teacher Ye is a bit strange today."

"Huh? Is he?"

"It's just a feeling... how do I put it..." Zhao Yi recalled the scene he saw when he was helping in Teacher Ye's laboratory earlier, and his thoughts were a bit chaotic for a moment. "I don't understand any experiments or science or anything... but... can that phenomenon really be considered a successful experiment?"

Linglong looked at him blankly, seemingly finding it hard to understand what Zhao Yi wanted to express, but after thinking carefully, she still said:

"Although I don't understand either... but Teacher Ye is the most powerful biologist, right? Almost all of us in the Fusion Faction were saved by Teacher Ye himself, weren't we? He must have his own understanding of doing experiments."

"You're right."

Hearing this, the doubts in Zhao Yi's heart were mostly dispelled, and more of it was regret that he couldn't go to the front lines.

Linglong stood beside him and couldn't help but yawn. "Holy Son, are you really not going to sleep for a while?"

"I can't sleep, and didn't nap time just end not long ago?"

"But I'm just sleepy!"

"Fine, fine, you guys go to sleep. I promised Teacher Ye I would guard the factory, so I'll just watch here."

Zhao Yi sat cross-legged at the factory entrance just like that, his black wanderer's robe dancing in the wind. His bandaged arms were crossed in front of his chest, facing the direction of the front lines, with quite the momentum of "one man guarding the pass, ten thousand cannot open it."

Seeing the Holy Son putting on airs again, Linglong couldn't help but pout, but she still cooperated very well and added:

"Wow, the Holy Son is so amazing~ Then our safety depends on the Holy Son~~"

"Hehe."

Zhao Yi couldn't help but laugh.

After saying that, Linglong turned and returned to the factory, walking along the stairs to the side toward the dormitory.

The sound of the children laughing and playing gradually disappeared, and finally, the entire factory fell into silence, with only faint snoring occasionally echoing in the factory's dormitory.

And Zhao Yi, always maintaining the posture of "one man guarding the pass, ten thousand cannot open it," sat straight at the factory entrance, his gaze fixed on the direction of the front lines, like a "watcher" ready to go.

Time passed minute by minute.

The sounds of battle on the front lines were continuous, but nothing unusual happened, as if the situation ahead had been completely stabilized. The occasional explosions and roars in the far distance seemed to have become white noise, making Zhao Yi somewhat drowsy.

I don't know how much time passed, but he took a light nap and almost fell face-first onto the ground.

"Damn... it really made me sleepy waiting."

Zhao Yi muttered in a low voice and stood up, intending to stretch his body at the factory entrance, but then, as if he had noticed something, he froze...

He looked back at the closed factory door behind him.

Is it...

a bit too quiet?

For a nap, can they really sleep for so long? And with over a hundred children, has not a single one woken up yet?

For some reason, Zhao Yi felt an inexplicable sense of unease in his heart.

He walked straight to the factory entrance and pushed it with force. A low creaking sound echoed inside the factory...

Dull, deathly silence filled the factory, the large dormitory...

was empty.