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"Ah! Brother expresses deep condolences; you are truly lacking in common sense," Zheng Yifan said, a Chinese cigarette dangling from his lips as he took a few puffs, frowning at the people below the city wall.
A battle?
Perhaps it could be called that. The Hope Gathering Place had not sent a large number of warriors forward; only the Gatekeeper and two squads of patrolling soldiers had reached the city gate.
This led to the current situation, where the opposing team, known as Old Man Song's group, had over two thousand members, all Superpowered Individuals. However, most of their Superpowers were low-tier, with many being Second Tier. Among them, High-Level Superpowered Individuals were scarce, with perhaps only a few at the Third Stage. Fourth Stage Superpowered Individuals were practically nonexistent; Zheng Yifan guessed that their leader might be a Fourth-Stage Esper.
Were these people a bunch of fools? With such little strength, they dared to step on the toes of the Hope Gathering Place? And they were attempting a siege?
On the battlefield.
The sounds of shouting and killing truly shook the ground. No one doubted how terrifying it was for over two thousand people to simultaneously unleash their Superpowers.
It was sheer devastation—provided they were all High-Level Superpowered Individuals.
Those low-tier Superpowered Individuals lacked that kind of power. More importantly, they were all useless Superpowered Individuals without any High-Level Superpowers, resulting in an overall combat effectiveness that was far too low.
Fire Elemental Espers made up the majority, launching fireballs that looked like fireworks.
The opposing side continued their siege.
Meanwhile, the gate guards and Patrol Team soldiers lazily stood atop the city wall, watching the unfolding battle below.
Ten Fourth Stage followers had placed their hands together to create a barrier in front of the city gate.
This was a tactic employed by the followers; they needed to ensure their companions' safety. Without particularly strong attacks coming their way, someone needed to report and inquire about how to handle the situation.
After all, the Hope Gathering Place was still highly coveted by those Superpowered Individuals.
"Zheng Tao, do you think those fellows across are completely clueless? Can't they see that those fireballs are utterly useless against us? The damage they cause is outpaced by our Holy Power's recovery speed," a member of the Patrol Team lamented to his companion beside him.
The ten of them could guarantee that they could take down these attackers using guerrilla tactics. If it were about defending the city, they could have cleared them out long ago.
It was hard to understand how these people had the courage to continue acting like clowns.
"Come on, man, stop joking around and get to work. I've almost saved enough Military Merit. I could go to the agency and find a pretty girl to marry. You should really put in some effort. Drink less. It's not worth it to trade Military Merit for drinks." Zheng Tao seemed to be thinking about the girls at the Registration in the Gathering Place.
That was a department officially run by Hope Gathering Place, specifically designed to address the single status of military personnel. It was quite a headache, and it had to be handled well. Otherwise, wouldn't those soldiers end up single?
Only those women who applied to join were mostly beautiful girls, regardless of their Post-Apocalypse status. After Registration, they were categorized into different tiers, with varying introduction fees.
All of it had to be offset with Military Merit.
When two people finally got together, they could apply for housing at the Gathering Place. As long as their Military Merit was sufficient, they could exchange it for discounted houses in good locations with nice layouts through the agency.
These were the preferential treatments for soldiers in Hope Gathering Place.
This was what contributed to the fighting strength within Hope Gathering Place.
Despite being devout believers—there was no doubt about that—they still needed to solve their personal issues. Believers weren't made of stone; they needed food and families too.
Now, those latecomers among the Fellows were scrambling to find someone to introduce them to wives. You see, back when Hope Gathering Place hadn't expanded yet, those soldiers had already resolved their personal issues.
There were few women left alive in the apocalypse, and those who survived often had some survival skills. Most of the women introduced in the Gathering Place were Lucky Ones who had hidden in safe places until they were rescued.
There were also women in the agency who didn't require an introduction fee; these were women who had been through hardships during the apocalypse.
These women were either rescued or had voluntarily joined Hope Gathering Place in search of a way to survive. They might not have known many men before, but it must be acknowledged that there were still many men in the military without wives. The issue of being single troubled them greatly.
"Zheng Tao, just save your breath. I'm using my Military Merit to exchange for Psychic Weapons. I won't waste it on getting someone to introduce me to a woman; I'll just pick an exceptional one from those who don't require agency fees. Your standards are way too high—it's purely a psychological obsession!" He looked disdainfully at Zheng Tao beside him, dismissing his thoughts entirely. This Fellow still had that Otaku nature from the Post-Apocalypse.
At that moment, a Messenger suddenly arrived from behind.
"Everyone prepare for a counterattack! We won't kill those who surrender, but we'll show no mercy to those who resist. Let's prove our strength with blood; don't come here looking for trouble unnecessarily. If you annoy the leader or anger Hope God, no one will have it easy." The Messenger looked dejectedly at these old brothers.
After he went there, he got scolded quite a bit.
What frustrated him most was that line: "Do you really need to report such trivial matters? Can't you figure out how to solve it yourself?"
Well then, those two thousand people really did seem like trivial matters in front of the higher-ups.
"Attack!" With a single command, all the Gatekeepers and the Patrol Team warriors jumped down simultaneously.
The current Patrol Team and Gatekeepers were indeed among the elite of the military, their strength was certainly formidable.
Especially those ten believers, all of whom were Fourth Stage Superpowered Individuals. In the very first moment of battle, they summoned different statues in pairs.
Zheng Yifan was enjoying a pleasant time on the city wall. However, upon seeing these statues, he nearly lost his composure.
What in the world is this?
They were giants, each standing four to five meters tall, cloaked in black. Their foreheads gleamed brightly, and what was most shocking was that the Adamantium Shields in their hands had transformed into Submachine Guns. Energy bullets shot out from those shields.
The Silver Spears had turned into whip-like weapons in their hands; anyone struck by them would find themselves ensnared by a cage formed from the Power of Faith.
This is ridiculous! My image of being wise and mighty—what is this nonsense? Are they joking with me? All the Avatars of the Believers looked identical, as if they had coordinated beforehand.
This was undoubtedly a unified image within the Patrol Team. It seemed that the statues they worshipped looked just like this.
"Pfft!" Zheng Yifan suddenly felt as if he might explode from disbelief. (To be continued.)
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