Apocalypse: Master of Soul Beasts

Although the external environment is now more hostile, although the Demigod’s financial sources are still cut off, although the Demigod’s trade channels are blocked, and even though the Demigod’s territory on Earth has significantly shrunk...

But the Demigod is no longer short of money.

This is a fact.

Just now, when the Demigod was tallying his private stash, he discovered that the resources he now possesses are more than sufficient to support his current subordinates...

To maintain loyalty within his core force, the Demigod even took it upon himself to raise the wages for his subordinates, starting at triple!

It’s truly ironic...

Seeing the Demigod nod, Earth’s consciousness once again shifted the topic.

”By the way, what’s the progress of breaking the Level Lock?”

The research institutions under Lin Haifeng can estimate the progress of breaking the Level Lock, so naturally, the Demigod can too.

It’s just that the Demigod feels slightly off track with Earth’s consciousness’ train of thought...

He pondered briefly and then gave the answer.

”It’s nearing its end...”

”Isn’t that good? So, you see, you still have money and people... well, fewer people, but that’s alright, loyalty is assured, so this matter isn’t finished, because there still exists the variable of the Level Lock, here’s an idea for you that will likely help you reclaim most of what you’ve lost, and you won’t have to worry about Wen Yu’s constraints anymore!”

The voice of Earth’s consciousness grew softer, slipping into the Demigod’s ear, while his expression became increasingly complex!

”Now, you know what to do, don’t you?”

The Demigod was silent.

For a moment,

”I understand...”

...

Since the last communication, Lin Haifeng hadn’t disturbed Wen Yu’s ”easy life.”

He was silently preparing.

Preparing for the break from Level 7 to Level 8.

The level-lock breaking is evident; seven days ago, Lin Haifeng lowered his pride to beg Wen Yu, but Wen Yu outrightly refused him, meaning no one in this world could stop this disaster anymore.

But this disaster is not the end; it’s the beginning of an even bigger one!

Because the Level Lock is breaking too quickly... so fast that Lin Haifeng wasn’t prepared, and correspondingly, the world wasn’t ready to withstand the catastrophe brought by the Level 8 demon plague!

Wen Yu’s actions against the Demigod broke the Level Lock decades early—this means two to three generations of development were lost, especially for the mutant beasts, and moreover, Wen Yu slaughtered too many mutant beasts, inevitably causing meaningless losses, which compounded the current grave situation.

But Lin Haifeng couldn’t do anything...

He didn’t know why Wen Yu didn’t care about the Level Lock, nor why the Demigod didn’t care, but undeniably, he cared, and apart from these two people, all life in this world cared!

So, despite an uncertain and treacherous path forward, Lin Haifeng had to bear all the pressure and keep moving forward.

...

The relocation of Yanjing has been mostly completed; troops, technology, population have been transferred to the tiered battleground by Fran.

Fran’s abilities are strong, so the action was quick; quick enough that the Demigod didn’t even have time to organize troops and use Yanjing as a whipping boy—and after other super gathers made their choices, the Demigod became even less capable.

With the arrival of troops stationed in Yanjing, Lin Haifeng placed these soldiers all at the District 8 Outpost Base—Lin Haifeng couldn’t deal with Earth’s problems anymore, nor did he plan to return to Earth, in other words, Yanjing, once the world center, was abandoned by Lin Haifeng.

The losses which naturally are immeasurable, but even though the Demigod is now beaten like a dead dog, its support behind is undeniable, Lin Haifeng has decided that from now on, the tiered battle ground will be Yanjing’s ”new home”, where he will build up a super gather rivaling Yanjing!

Lin Haifeng has the ability, and Yanjing has the resources.

But the premise is he must withstand the shock of the Level 8 demon plague...

The location chosen by the old man is at the District 8 Outpost Base—the infrastructure here is basically complete, building New Yanjing from here will save a great amount of time.

Even at times like this, Lin Haifeng still adhered to his former philosophy—rooted at the frontline.

Dreams are abundant, as for whether reality is harsh, only heaven knows.

With the entry of Yanjing’s reserved troops into the city, Lin Haifeng’s work suddenly became busy—personnel configuration, logistical handling, non-combat personnel arrangement, defensive line layout, etc., etc...

Moreover, Lin Haifeng communicated with a group of fence-sitters to obtain a large batch of Elite Soldiers and the mutant beast packs that are ”not loyal” to the Demigod. Once everything was prepared, Lin Haifeng finally breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at the electronic device labeled ”Real-Time Monitoring of Level Lock Breaking Progress” on the table, anxiety crept up in his heart.

”It’s not enough... still not enough...”

He didn’t know what amount of troops or powerful experts the Demon Tribe would deploy, nor did he know if the current force could withstand the Level 8 demon plague—that’s a matter no one can calculate.

Helplessly, Lin Haifeng dialed Wen Yu’s communication once more.

”What’s up? If you are trying to convince me to stop, then save it, everything will end in another three or four days anyway.”

The familiar and calm voice, Lin Haifeng could even hear the sound of cooking through the communicator.

”No, this is just the beginning, and I’m not here to persuade you to stop this time... Wen Yu, the Level Lock is about to shatter... here... hey, see if you can do something.”

For the first time, Lin Haifeng showed a pleading tone again.

At this moment, Lin Haifeng seemed like a poor, lonely old man...

Sometimes, in this world, really what can be compared is who’s more ruthless! Whoever has a cruel heart can take the initiative and gain the upper hand; since Wen Yu and the Demigod began the war, Lin Haifeng showed this tone several times.

Because besides pleading...

He had no other way.

Wen Yu felt no satisfaction...

He merely felt wistful, as if he recalled past grievances and sorrows between them, after a moment, Wen Yu responded.

”Got it.”

After saying that, the communication was cut off by Wen Yu, Lin Haifeng held the communicator, not knowing what expressions to make.

Just ”got it”, and he brushes me off?

Brother, the first wave of demon plague from the Level Lock breaking is no joke...

After thinking for a long time, Lin Haifeng could only console himself with Wen Yu’s supposed confidence in handling everything, he put down the communicator, checked the time, and picked up the documents on the table again.

Time waits for no one.