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Chapter 1312 The Alliance is Established
Just as the aura emanating from King Kong began to turn dangerous, the Mad Doctor suddenly stepped forward and stopped King Kong.
The mad doctor stood very relaxed, with his weight evenly distributed on both feet. He did not adopt any defensive or aggressive posture, just like an ordinary person stopping to greet an acquaintance on the street.
But those familiar with the mad doctor know that this relaxation itself is a dangerous signal, like a beast that is dozing off. It may seem harmless, but if you dare to approach its territory, it will bare its fangs in the next second.
At this moment, King Kong's eyes were red, and the whites of his eyes were covered with fine blood vessels that spread from the corners of his eyes toward his pupils, like a red spider web that was closing in.
The aura emanating from him was extremely dangerous. The energy fluctuations emanating from his body no longer flowed smoothly as before, but began to form a visible layer of distortion around his body, like the visual distortion produced when heat waves rise on asphalt.
King Kong grinned as he looked at the mad doctor blocking his way.
A tyrannical smile appeared on his broad face. He tilted his head, his reddened eyes staring at the mad doctor.
Do you want to die?
When those words came out of King Kong's mouth, several contractors standing nearby subconsciously took a half step back, not because they were afraid of King Kong, but because they sensed real killing intent in those words.
King Kong wasn't joking. He leaned forward slightly, shifting his weight from his feet to the balls of his feet—a standard pre-attack stance.
Once activated, his body would surge forward like a cannonball, with nothing able to stop him.
Judging from the gradually increasing dangerous aura emanating from King Kong, the Mad Doctor was well aware of this.
When King Kong said those words, he was genuinely prepared to kill the mad doctor; he wasn't joking.
In King Kong's mind, anyone who stands in his way is an enemy, regardless of who that person is or what their relationship is with him.
Fighting is his pursuit, his pleasure, and the meaning of his life.
The mad doctor blocking his way was tantamount to stopping him from having fun, and it was as if he was telling him that he couldn't fight anymore, and that his pursuit had come to an end.
This feeling is worse than being stabbed. At least with a stab, you can fight back and experience that addictive adrenaline rush. But the mad doctor isn't fighting him; he's telling him he can't.
Are you sure you want to do it here?
"After you finish fighting, who will stop the alien species outside?"
The mad doctor glanced at King Kong, his eyes behind the glasses showing no emotion.
He knew King Kong too well; he knew that this seemingly rough and reckless man actually knew his bottom line better than anyone else.
He just needs someone to remind him, otherwise he'll explode like a firecracker with a lit fuse, and there'll be no turning it back.
"Stop fighting for now."
King Kong was silent for a few seconds, then exhaled a heavy breath from his nose.
He lowered his fist, his arm hanging at his side, and wiped his fingers along the seam of his trousers to remove the sweat that had seeped from his palms from clenching his fist for too long.
"Row."
"I'll listen to you."
Although King Kong is crazy, he also understands the importance and urgency of things.
After learning about this, King Kong's aura gradually subsided.
He turned around and walked towards the spaceship. After a few steps, he stopped and glanced at Hina Sorasaki, who was still standing there.
"You did well, call me again when you have time."
Hina Sorasaki looked at him, her black wings folded behind her, and nodded, indicating that they could fight again later when she had time.
Meanwhile, Lin Yi wasn't idle either.
With the blessing of the summoning array, group after group of students were summoned by Lin Yi.
The first batch consisted of students from the engineering department.
They were dressed in uniform work clothes, wearing hard hats and carrying tool bags around their waists. They looked like a group of engineers who had just come down from a construction site, rather than a group of gods who had come out of a divine summoning circle.
They stood in the center of the camp, looking around. Their gaze swept over the building materials piled on the ground, over the unfinished building frames, and over the contractors who were still busy. Then they lowered their heads and quickly sketched a brand new camp plan on the ground.
“A main road needs to be added here, at least eight meters wide, to facilitate the transportation of supplies.” A girl with a ponytail squatted on the ground, her pencil moving quickly across the drawing, the lines smooth and precise.
"Add two watchtowers to this side of the wall, making sure they are taller than the spaceship's hatch so that the entire camp is covered. The supply storage area should be at least 50 meters away from the personnel activity area to prevent accidental explosions from causing mass casualties. The medical station should be placed in the center of the camp, on the north side, furthest from the front line but closest to the spaceship, to facilitate the transfer of seriously wounded personnel."
The girls next to her listened while making marks on the drawings, occasionally glancing up at the actual situation and then looking down to modify the data on the drawings.
They moved quickly and coordinated perfectly, requiring no extra words; each of them knew what they were supposed to do.
The second group consisted of students from the Discipline Committee.
"The third team is responsible for guarding the east side, the fourth team is responsible for guarding the west side, and the fifth team will remain inside the camp on standby."
Hina Sorasaki's voice was not loud as she marked the guard positions and patrol routes of each team on the map.
"The rotation will take place every half hour. The team that is rotated out will wait in the rest area on the north side of the camp and will not leave the warning area. If any abnormal situation occurs, report it immediately and do not act without authorization."
The students from the Discipline Committee didn't say much, just nodded, and then walked towards their respective task areas.
Their formation was loose, with people maintaining a distance of ten to fifteen meters between each other, neither too close to be wiped out in one fell swoop, nor too far apart to be unable to support each other.
The third group consisted of students from the logistics department. After emerging from the magic circle, they immediately took over the management of the material storage area.
The mountain of supply boxes were quickly sorted and registered by them, and placed in different areas according to category. Each area had a sign indicating the name, quantity, and storage date of the supplies.
The records of the supplies coming in and going out were meticulously written down in their notebooks, with neat handwriting and clear data.
"Area A contains ammunition, Area B contains medicine, Area C contains food and water, and Area D contains building materials." A short-haired girl stood in the center of the supply storage area, holding a folder in her hand, her eyes scanning back and forth between the various areas.
"The supplies in each area are inventoried once a day, and the data is then submitted to the command center." After saying this, she closed the folder, turned around and walked towards Area A to check whether the seals on the ammunition boxes were intact.
The fourth, fifth, and sixth batches of students emerged from the magic circle, lined up in the open space of the camp, and then headed to their respective mission areas according to Hina's assignments.
The engineering students worked quickly; after marking out the road surface locations, they began pouring concrete.
Concrete was poured onto the roadbed, and students used vibrators to move back and forth in the concrete, removing air bubbles and smoothing the surface.
In less than an hour, the main road of the camp stretched from the entrance to the edge of the spaceship docking area, and the road was wide enough to allow two armored vehicles to drive side by side.
Drainage ditch locations have been reserved on both sides of the road. The trenches have been dug and are ready for the next step of laying pipes.
Construction of the fence was also underway. The alloy plate wall was raised from half a person's height to two meters. Every few meters on the outside of the fence, there was a lamppost. The lights on the top of the lampposts emitted a white light in the twilight, illuminating the inside and outside of the camp.
The patrol path inside the wall was paved with anti-slip steel plates, and the edges of the steel plates were welded together to form a circular path around the entire camp.
Handrails were also installed on both sides of the passage to facilitate rapid movement of patrol personnel in emergency situations.
The entire headquarters of the Reincarnation Paradise underwent a dramatic transformation in just one or two hours.
The empty wasteland was gone, replaced by a rudimentary military camp.
Tents were erected one after another, arranged in neat squares on the north side of the camp. The medical station tent was white with a red cross painted on it, standing out prominently in the twilight.
The command post tent was dark gray and twice the size of the other tents. A dozen armed students stood at the entrance, watching the surroundings warily.
The once empty headquarters of the Paradise of Reincarnation now looks incredibly crowded.
The figures of students moving around the camp intertwined with those of the contractors, creating a busy yet orderly scene.
It's also thanks to the fact that there are students specializing in infrastructure among these students that the camp has been expanded quite a bit. Otherwise, the entire camp would probably be a chaotic mess right now, with people packed together everywhere, and there wouldn't even be room to turn around.
When planning the camp, the engineering students took the flow of people into account. The width of each passage was calculated, and the entrances and exits of each area were set in reasonable locations. There were clear boundaries between the material storage area and the personnel activity area so that they would not interfere with each other.
This planning ability is not something that can be developed overnight; it is the experience that Kivotos has accumulated through countless reconstructions and expansions, and it is an instinct ingrained in their bones.
Inside the base camp, in the main cabin of the spaceship, in the dining area.
The atmosphere here is much quieter than outside the camp.
Several contractors sat around a dining table with plates of food in front of them, but they didn't eat; they were just talking in hushed tones.
After discussions, the contractors of the Reincarnation Paradise reached a preliminary alliance.
Don't assume that the contractors of the Reincarnation Paradise will cooperate just because they are in the same war zone. At present, this kind of voting alliance is a very rare occurrence.
In the world of war, the contractors of the Paradise of Reincarnation usually do not cooperate on their own initiative, and may even be wary of each other on the same battlefield, because they do not know how many people the person next to them killed in the previous mission, or whether he will stab them in the back.
Trust is a luxury in the cycle of reincarnation; not everyone can afford it.
Of the 257 contractors on our side, almost all of them agreed to join the temporary team after a vote.
This temporary team has no restrictions; members can leave the team at any time without needing a reason, application, or reporting to anyone.
You can quit whenever you want, and leave whenever you want. No one will stop you, and no one will ask you why you want to quit.
This loose structure is actually most popular among the contractors of the Reincarnation Paradise, because they dislike being bound, dislike being ordered around, and dislike being told what to do and what not to do on the battlefield.
The remaining eight people disagreed with joining.
Two of them are autistic; they are expressionless and never initiate conversations with others. Judging from their appearance, they are likely twin brothers, both affected by some kind of ability they possess.
They looked almost identical, with light gray hair, light gray eyes, and light gray skin, making them look like two faded old photographs.
They sat in the far corner of the restaurant, with food on their plates in front of them, but they didn't eat. They just sat there, staring at the table, motionless.
There was an empty chair between the two brothers. The seat cushion was still flat, with no signs of anyone sitting on it.
Don't worry about autistic brothers; they only act according to their own will and are completely uncontrollable.
On the battlefield, they will find their own targets and decide when to attack and when to retreat. They do not need or follow orders.
They can't hear what you say, or they hear you but don't react, like two stones thrown into a river. You watch them sink, but you don't know where they'll end up.
The remaining six are all lone wolves with unique abilities: Black Parasite, Evil Living Species Summoning, Ghost Self-Destruction, Poison Master, Active Biological Bomb, and finally, the Immediate Death Stream.
Needless to say, Black Parasite looks very gloomy.
She was wearing a long black robe, with her hat pulled low, revealing only the lower half of her face.
Her chin was very pointed, her lips were very thin, and her skin was so white it was almost bloodless.
She sat at the dining table, the coffee cup in front of her had gone cold. She didn't drink it, but instead stirred the liquid in the cup with a spoon, round and round, until fine swirls appeared on the surface of the coffee. At the center of the swirls was a small indentation, like an eye slowly closing.
Her abilities are indiscriminate, and the parasites she releases are beyond her complete control.
The parasites would roam across her body, slipping off the edges of her robes when she wasn't looking, crawling on the floor, searching for their next host.
No one dared to approach her; all the seats within three meters of her were empty.
The same applies to those who summon evil living creatures. They don't even know what they can summon. The only certainty is that their summons all have evil characteristics and are mostly living things.
He sat on the other side of the table with a plate of salad in front of him. He didn't eat it, but just stared at the vegetable leaves on the plate, as if studying the veins of the leaves.
He has a scar on his face that extends from his eyebrow to his jawbone. The scar has healed for a long time, but the skin around the edges is still slightly red, like a stitched-up mark.
Ghost Self-Destruction is a cute-looking girl with pigtails and wearing a pink hoodie with two bunny ears on the hood.
She sat on the chair with her legs dangling in the air, wearing a pair of pink sneakers with tightly tied laces and symmetrical bows.
She ate the pudding on her plate while swinging her legs. She scooped the pudding with her spoon slowly, taking small sips. A little bit of pudding residue stuck to her lips, which she licked off with the tip of her tongue before continuing to eat.
After she releases the ghosts, they will burrow into any living thing within a half-kilometer radius of her and then explode, indiscriminately attacking friend or foe.
She didn't care who would die; she only cared whether the ghosts would emit a beautiful flash when they exploded.
Needless to say, the poison master is a drug addict. He usually looks like he's about to poison himself to death, so no one would easily get close to him.
It is said that he was once a member of an adventurer's group. Once, he made a mistake while handling a poison bottle, and the entire group, including himself, was poisoned within seconds.
After that incident, he started to keep to himself, not because his teammates rejected him, but because he didn't want to kill anyone else.
He sat in the far corner of the restaurant, with a glass of water in front of him. The glass was transparent, and the water inside was crystal clear, but he didn't drink it.
His fingers gently rubbed the rim of the water glass, his lips were purple, his eyes were sunken, and his fingernails were bluish-black, as if they had been soaked in ink.
The owner of the bio-bomb ability is an explosion maniac; even his saliva can explode after a while.
The child looked like he could explode at any moment when he stood in the corner; no one wanted to approach him, and no one dared to approach him.
There was a fanatical light in his eyes, a light that came not from a desire for battle, but from an obsession with the explosion itself.
He only cared about the moment of the explosion, the moment the flames burst open in the darkness—that was the proof that he was alive.
The chubby guy who died on the spot at the end had the most unique ability.
Under normal circumstances, he was very weak; even a fifth-tier contractor could easily beat him up. But after he died, even a large sixth-tier adventure team could only flee.
As for whether the chubby boy can come back to life, it depends on how many creatures he devours after his death. If he devours enough creatures, he can come back to life; if he doesn't, he will really die.
He sat on the floor next to the dining table, leaning against the wall, with his hands wrapped around his knees and his chin resting on them. His round face was expressionless, like a primary school student lost in thought.
He wasn't very big, just a bit overweight. His belly fat made his clothes bulge, making him look easy to bully.
But no one would bully him, because no one wanted to see a fat man suddenly die in front of them and turn into something unknown.
These six people are not suitable to operate with the main force; they would definitely cause friendly fire.
Under the dean's coordination, the six of them formed a small team called the Suicide Squad.
Anyway, they don't need to worry about accidental injury. It's all poison, it's all explosions, it's all death—who dies at whose hands is the same, it's just a matter of dying sooner or later. (End of Chapter)