At 3:14 a.m., Field Marshal of the PPDC, Starck-Pantycoster, woke up from his sleep.

The Supreme Commander of the PPDC now had a nightmare, he dreamed that endless monsters poured out of the cracks in the Pacific Ocean, marching towards the shore in droves, and now those fortifications were vulnerable to the monsters, and the people who had lost their mechs had no power to resist, and the end of the world was only in the moment...... And it wasn't until three seconds later that Pantycoster realized it was just a nightmare.

But then, the marshal was dismayed to realize the fact that it might not be a nightmare, but a future that would most likely happen.

"Damn it."

The marshal cursed in a low voice, he turned on the light, took off the pajamas wet with cold sweat, walked to the sink and washed his face, and then looked in the mirror and found that two more dark red blood stains had flowed from his nostrils.

The bleeding was profuse, it was no ordinary nosebleed, it was almost in a straight line, and it showed no signs of stopping. But Marshal Panticoster did not react to this abnormally, he only carefully took out a box of unnamed medicine from the pocket of his uniform hanging beside the bed, took out a tablet and swallowed it. With this action of his, the nosebleed gradually stopped like a faucet that had been turned off.

- Time is running out.

Marshal Panticost knew that his body was weakening, and he had also been a good mecha hunter, and the best of them all. However, in a battle more than ten years ago, he forced himself to fight for three hours despite the leakage of his protective suit, and although he finally eliminated the monster that was making a lot of trouble in Tokyo, his body was also overdosed, and he had to retire from the front line to a command job - of course, even if he changed positions, he was still the best one.

"I can't fall yet."

Looking in the mirror at the still strong, but no longer youthful face and body, Marshal Panticoster said to himself: "Maybe one day I will be completely unable to hold out because of this damn radiation, but not now...... Even if one day the monster really destroys human civilization completely, then I will either die inside the mecha or die on my command platform. And not like a coward, dying in that damn hospital. ”

This is the marshal's psychological hint to himself, and it is also to dispel the confusion about the future and give himself confidence. After the United Nations suspended its financial support and instead used the vast majority of its financial expenses to build the wall, life was not easy for everyone in the PPDC. A number of staff and scientists have left the base, either pessimistic about the future or discouraged by the decisions of the United Nations...... Even, some people choose to end their lives in despair.

Of course, many more remained, rallying around Marshal Panticost, holding their ground, believing that there was still hope for the future of humanity, and that they were the only hope.

…… But the life of PPDC is too hard.

Money is not everything, but no money is everything. As soon as the cannon goes off, there are ten thousand taels of gold, and there is not enough money, which means that the giant mecha will not be properly maintained. Not to mention the upgrading of weapons and the development of sixth-generation mechas, even repairing mechs that were damaged in the battle with monsters in time is a luxury.

During the last battle, the giant plasma cannon on the left arm of the Celestial Empire's mecha "Storm Crimson" was damaged, and even though a full week has passed, the deadly weapon mounted on the mech has not yet been fully repaired. This also means that if another monster strikes during this time, then Storm Crimson will have to give up its position as a long-range support mecha and use the three-armed alloy flywheel to engage in melee combat with the monster.

Although Storm Crimson has a special melee method called "Thundercloud Formation" that specializes in dealing with monsters, everyone knows that melee means greater danger, and PPDC can no longer withstand the loss of more mechs.

Involuntarily, Marshal Panticoster remembered the heyday of the PPDC, when he had a total of thirty mechs, which together formed an impregnable defensive circle, firmly blocking all the incoming monsters on the coastline ten miles away, and guarding the safety of people all over the world......

But all of this started to go bad with one of the defeats of the "Dangerous Wanderers". The evolution of the monsters began to accelerate, and the situation was sliding towards the abyss at a terrifying speed, and just this year, the wreckage of nearly ten more mechs had been found in the "Mecha Graveyard".

Thinking of this, he sighed and hung his head.

Although Marshal Panticoster had behaved like an iron-blooded commander in front of his subordinates for many years, even his closest adopted daughter, Mako Mori, could not understand how much pressure this man was under. It would have been fine if it had been normal, but according to Dr. Herman-Gottlieb's data analysis, the next monster arrival would likely be in a few days.

When people are desperate, they can't help but ask the gods for help, and Marshal Panticost said that he is not religious, but tonight for some reason, his feelings are more active than usual, and he can't help but say to himself: "If I can have more funds, better weapons, stronger mechs, and better mecha hunters......"

"Reasonable request, Marshal."

Panticost was just talking to himself, not expecting any response, and in the past ten years of fighting, he had long known that there were no gods in this world. But what he didn't expect at all was that there was actually a young man's voice answering him.

There are unknown characters.

The moment he heard this voice, this thought rose in Marshal Panticos's heart, he knew very well that his room had the highest level of security, and a series of security systems showed no signs of being triggered, and there was no possibility of a second person in this space...... His movements were even faster than his thoughts, and when he saw the marshal roll on his side, he rolled to the edge of the bed, and then took out a pistol from the side of the bed, and pointed straight at the place where the sound came from.

At this time, Marshal Panticost realized that the answer to his question was a young man who looked to be in his twenties, who seemed to be familiar with the muzzle of the gun pointed at him, and only looked at him with a smile on his face.

"Who are you?"

Marshal Panticoster shouted: "Answer my question! Otherwise, I'll shoot! ”

Although he said so, the marshal knew in his heart that if he was able to hide from the base's security system and suddenly appeared in his room, this man must not be an ordinary person, and his true identity ......

"I am a human being, a human being who has come to save this world."

But what Panticost didn't expect was that the man in front of him actually said an answer that he didn't expect at all.

Facing this highly decorated commander, Yang Yun just flashed his figure, then approached Marshal Panticost's body, pressed his shoulder with one hand, and then a true yuan force mixed with life energy lost: "Don't worry......"

"This job is the second time I've done it."

(End of chapter)