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Deep underground.

Mark rallied the vast majority of the Beacon teams, and the group's formation resembled a long dragon. The Devouring Beasts in their path were reduced to insignificant obstacles.

"Pfft!"

The sound of splattering blood echoed.

Seeing this, he didn't hesitate. After knocking out the snake-dog that lunged at him, he plunged his chainsaw sword into the depths of its head, circled around the core, and killed it on the spot.

His skillful movements were like a pre-programmed routine, repeated hundreds, if not thousands, of times.

In this land, a Devouring Beast ceasing to move does not signify death. Even if its heart stops beating and its body temperature drops to zero, it won't reach its end.

The truly effective method is to shatter its core.

Once the core is shattered, it means they can no longer revive. Even if they don't die now, they will eventually.

As a scavenger with rich mission experience, Mark understood the habits of these wasteland monsters very well. Ordinary mobs were as fragile as clay chickens and pottery dogs.

"We're almost at the warehouse."

He muttered to himself, when suddenly a sharp whistle sounded overhead.

The expressions on everyone's faces suddenly became uncomfortable.

Above them, a gigantic monster with its entire body cracked open soared through the air, spewing sonic booms, its mouth brewing a blue beam capable of annihilating everything.

Sonic attacks and biological plasma cannons.

A fiery slash cleaved apart the menacing Calyx Beast. The massive creature screamed as it plummeted to the ground in flames.

"Thud!"

A muffled sound echoed as the brewing cannon attack was extinguished.

The expected annihilation did not arrive.

Before everyone.

A colossal mech, approximately eighty-five meters tall, stood on the earth. Its left hand held a transparent light curtain-like Thunder Shield, and its right hand wielded a chainsaw steel blade.

Flames burned on the steel blade, tearing through the air with a crackling sound.

Even the floating cannons behind it were several meters in size. The entire body resembled a doomsday mech, an infinitely enlarged steel titan, standing in this place where it shouldn't be.

"Tell me, where is that humanoid figure?"

… …

As it turns out, humanoid creatures possess intelligence.

Lin Mai assumed the target would be sitting and waiting for death inside the building that was split in half, but he didn't expect it to disappear as soon as he arrived, seemingly possessing the ability to pass through walls.

After chasing all the way here, the target disappeared again in this terminal area.

"Are you talking about… which humanoid figure?"

Mark put down his chainsaw sword. The burly man slowly walked towards the creature before him, which resembled a divine creation, his tone carrying a hint of probing.

His companions, clad in exoskeleton gravity suits, also became wary.

The existence before them was simply insurmountable in terms of size alone, and the Thunder Shield in its hand represented a level of technology they couldn't comprehend.

If it harbored hostility towards them, they would likely suffer heavy casualties, or even be completely annihilated in an instant.

"Ten meters, blue, Monarch-class Devouring Beast, roughly a humanoid creature."

Lin Mai didn't care about the others' opinions.

His cold, synthesized voice echoed, instantly affecting the entire pit, causing some with weaker constitutions to cover their ears to avoid the disturbance.

Hearing this.

Mark suddenly froze, staring blankly at the towering mechanical creation before him.

A Monarch-class Devouring Beast?

Would such an existence appear in this small biotechnology company?

As the leader of a scavenger team, Mark was well-informed. He naturally knew that the Floating Beacon had an ultimate weapon specifically designed for this type of Devouring Beast.

However, the consumption was enormous. Once activated, it would paralyze the Beacon's power for three minutes, which shows just how terrifying a Monarch-class Devouring Beast is.

"That's right."

Mark's expression suddenly became serious.

A Monarch-class can command a tribe. The reason why the Devouring Beasts in this biotechnology company are hindering them so much is probably related to this.

The teammates behind him looked at their captain, their throats involuntarily bobbing. They also understood the danger of this operation, and that they would likely face enemies far beyond their previous experiences.

But… that guy is a Monarch-class?

The memories of the group returned to a few minutes ago, when they first entered this area. They did see a huge spirit body floating in the air, heading towards the warehouse.

But it didn't seem like it wanted to lead the tribe back to continue fighting, but rather as if it was fleeing from an even greater terror.

Thinking about it now, it must have been avoiding this big metal robot in front of them.

"It's over there."

Mark pointed forward, acting as a guide.

… …

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Unlike Lin Mai's reckless tactics, the other group members were executing Bai Yuekui's plan.

"Destroy these Mana Flowers, and the Monarch-class Devouring Beast will naturally come out."

Bai Yuekui said calmly.

Megatron showed displeasure, his scarlet eyes revealing a desire for slaughter. Just now, V had stolen several kills again, and he was only one step away from overheating.

"Boom!"

A laser beam shot out, eradicating the Mana Flowers.

"So when do we start killing?"

He raised the shoulder cannon on his arm, a wisp of smoke escaping from it after firing, and turned his head to look at Bai Yuekui beside him, asking.

"Kill as we go, but since the mission objective is to kill the humanoid Devouring Beast, then even if we kill a few more snake-dogs, it shouldn't compare to the final kill."

Bai Yuekui replied calmly.

After spending some time with the group, she also understood the situation between Megatron and V. It was nothing more than resentment caused by having their merits stolen in previous missions.

Fortunately, although Megatron was irritable, he wasn't lacking in intelligence and wouldn't start a civil war during the mission.

Otherwise, being attacked from both sides, plus a Megatron who can fly and fight, I'm afraid this mission level would have to reach 3 stars or higher.

"That's right."

V nodded, put Jinzhong Wan back into its scabbard, and continued walking on the ground of the pit with the others.

His face remained unchanged, as if he had just done a trivial little thing.

[Group Owner / Dimensional Newbie]: "That's not necessarily true."

[Group Owner / Dimensional Newbie]: "Although the mission objective has a large weight, the biggest one below it is the kill count ratio. It's been like this in previous missions."

[Broad-minded Iron Man]: "Reasonable."

[Broad-minded Iron Man]: "If I were to design this mechanism, I would even include assists, otherwise it would inevitably discredit those who have been silently contributing."

"… …"

V looked at the barrage in front of him and immediately broke into a cold sweat.

Crap, Group Owner and Tony, could you two please not launch this complaint so timely?

He turned his head and saw a light in Megatron's eyes.

It was a red light.

"Don't come over here, ah ah ah ah ah!"

Ps: It will be on the shelves tomorrow.