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The limbs of the Maternal Spider shattered and plummeted to the ground, but upon witnessing this scene, many Hunters raised their arms in a swift cheer. This was the first time, and truly a significant moment, that they had taken down a Queen Mother level entity from the Zerg.
The value of this spider Queen Mother represented a massive production chain. Sometimes, it was necessary to eliminate the Queen Mother at any cost. Even though the casualties on their side appeared somewhat grim, as long as humanity could continue to reproduce, the resisting army could always replenish its numbers.
By silently reducing casualties and avoiding indirect conflicts with more Zerg members, the probability of birthing another Queen Mother was exceedingly low.
As for the Queen Mother's body, it had already been shredded. The fragmented Exoskeleton could only be barely crafted into rough leather artifacts. If larger pieces of Exoskeleton were intact, they could be made into a Defensive Vest capable of withstanding an attack from a Larva, providing at least a better chance of survival.
The remaining two Mutated Mature Spiders were thrown into chaos; Medusa personally killed one, while the other fell victim to the crowd's bombardment. It seemed that the defeat of the Queen Mother had instilled a significant sense of threat in the Zerg. Without the Queen Mother's support, even the Larvae appeared disorganized. As a result, dozens of Larvae were trampled on the spot, leaving no survivors.
With no other options, Fetter's unique handling method provided immediate relief for the Giant Hive. It appeared that the Giant Hive was already battered and bruised. Without the strong support of the two major associations, Ramel Sergeant Major might have fought to his last soldier for honor and requested rapid assistance from the Military Department. However, this came at the cost of more soldiers perishing in this Zerg campaign.
Thanks to the Hunters' assistance, casualties in this battle were minimized. Other Military Departments did not need to mobilize troops for immediate reinforcement; indeed, more soldiers were required to guard various strategic points. Losing balance and several densely populated cities could spell catastrophic consequences for humanity today.
Clearly, having Hunters involved made a significant difference. Out of over three thousand remaining troops, an astonishing fifty-seven survived. This unit had been entangled with the Zerg for several nights and had managed to inflict heavy losses on an enemy force that originally numbered close to nine thousand. It wasn't due to Ramel's poor strategic command; rather, the destructive power and battlefield tearing capability of the Zerg were truly astonishing.
The death toll stood at only one hundred seventy-nine, with eleven others sustaining minor injuries or being severely wounded with missing limbs.
“Ha ha ha! We have won!” Ramel Sergeant Major exclaimed excitedly, bursting into laughter.
“This is the result of our sincere cooperation,” Menechdar replied. “It was inevitable that humanity would achieve victory in this battle. Ramel, your contributions are indispensable! The fallen soldiers also gave their blood, effort, and lives; we cannot let their sacrifices be in vain.”
Ramel Sergeant Major resembled an inexperienced youth despite having passed middle age; at this moment, he felt an increasing sense of respect towards his mentor. All past grievances seemed to have dissipated like leaves in the wind.
When Kroya brought back all the Hunters, Menech ordered the remaining Hunter Team in a state of recovery to be dispatched to guard Trench Position Three. The soldiers from the Military Department were filled with high spirits, but it was not yet time to celebrate. Although they were all quite exhausted, the united resolve of humanity had allowed them to withstand the Zerg, which had been weakened by the absence of their Queen Mother.
This was a battlefield that had not seen action for a long time. After a brief period of rest, just a few hours were enough to rejuvenate an entire army that had been in low spirits. Having won a victory, everyone was eager for new objectives. This was also the first time they had reclaimed territory from the Zerg, and they all wanted their names to be remembered by future generations.
The Hunter Teams that had spent the night at Trench Position Three returned one after another to rest.
No one knew what difficult battles awaited them in the future. Meanwhile, Unit Zero from the Mecha Association was tirelessly deployed, no longer carrying Sparrow Missiles, but instead launching solidified Molotov Cocktails into cities shrouded in dense White Silk Threads.
The flames could burn for several nights. During this time, any creature that could breathe on the surface would be consumed by the inferno, unable to escape. Even the massive Cocoons could not withstand the fire's onslaught; they had lost their foothold. Even if they attempted another assault, humanity was already preparing for battle, mercilessly forging a defensive line that would strike back time and again.
"Maintain your readiness; do not slack off. Do not think that just because we won this battle, we will be lucky in the future. We may still face considerable hardships; the Zerg is tenacious. You have all done well; now you can rest," Menechdar addressed his team that had honed their synergy through a night at Trench Position Three. Several Star Hunters listened attentively to their senior's orders, nodding humbly as they dispersed. Laughter from officers in another section of the Military Department occasionally drifted over; those who survived and had witnessed the Hunters' prowess secretly rejoiced at having witnessed such a magnificent battle.
Ramel Sergeant Major's eyes burned with intensity as he cursed, "Damn it! They are violating my alcohol ban! I'll go make them quiet down; it's not time for games."
Menechdar glanced back at the other tent and smiled slightly. "Let them be. Warriors who have survived so long in despair deserve to enjoy the dawn after such a long night. Although this dawn is scorching and fleeting, it is enough for these people to savor it for a while; reigniting frozen fighting spirit requires such an atmosphere."
"Yes, sir," Ramiel replied humbly, lowering his head.
Menechdar sighed lightly. "The situation here is unstable. You, Sergeant Major, will certainly face many challenges ahead. Once this conflict concludes, your pressure will only increase. I hope you can take on this responsibility and protect this reclaimed city." The implication was clear: taking on this burden meant he would live at the center of public scrutiny; failure would mean death in battle, and avoidance would leave him with nowhere to stand.
The Hunters also resided in civilian tents—one could accommodate ten people while larger ones could hold over a hundred. However, there was one tent that stood out because no one approached it.
Only two people, Good and Freyr, were alone in the tent.
The two remained silent for a while, not saying a word.
Freyr turned his back and removed his Armor, revealing numerous wounds on his body, along with sores caused by corrosive liquid that had festered and blistered.
The Armor proved to be of little use on the battlefield; the wounds that should have been penetrated went straight through the armor as well.
Good picked up a bottle of disinfectant from the table and applied alcohol to Freyr's wounds. "You did well today. Your stability in killing enemies was much better than I expected. Keep it up; once your Ability Awakening occurs, your strength will continue to grow."
Freyr silently turned around and began to wrap bandages around himself. "But my strength still doesn't meet the standard. My performance today was really pathetic. I killed ten Larvas, yet I'm still injured. I'll reflect on this. Please, Mr. Good, don't just flatter me to motivate me." After saying this, he walked to a corner and sat quietly, lost in thought.
Perhaps his performance on the battlefield wasn't as impressive as it seemed, but since he had managed to kill enemies, Good still felt that Freyr had done quite well this time. The Larvas were nearly human-sized; an ordinary person would be within a meter of them and could be torn apart in less than two seconds. Even an injured Larva being killed ten times was already commendable for a novice hunter.
What remained was to see how much effort this hunter would put in afterward and how stable he could remain during missions. Of course, a good score could not replace a hunter's future, but receiving recognition from the association still held certain benefits.
Good sighed lightly and said, "I won't say much more. You probably know what I want to say already. But I must remind you one thing: whether you want to hear it or not, just listen. You can always forget it right after."
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