Abyss Summoner

"Make way, clear a path for the wounded from behind!"

"The right arm has lost too much, there’s not enough flesh and blood, we recommend abandoning the right arm and proceeding with bandaging surgery!"

"Don’t move, your lung is severely ruptured, you must endure the pain, otherwise it might endanger your life!"

With an entire city as support, the number of participants on this battlefield has exceeded seventy thousand, including not only regular warriors but also the healing and logistics departments!

After a period of development, the number of people in the healing department has surpassed ten thousand, including one hundred and eighty-three Healing Element professionals who possess magical healing abilities, capable of effectively restoring wound healing after energy is cast!

Among them are many Silver Tier professionals!

Otherwise, it would have been impossible to reduce the mortality rate to less than 1%.

The Beastmen are not ants; even if caught off guard by high-explosive grenades and firearms, they remain unafraid as true warriors. As their comrades die, the surviving Beastmen enter Frenzy mode!

——Frenzy!

In a short time, their bodies are in a highly excited state. In such circumstances, they’re like a bunch of crazed zombies, and only shattering their heads can completely stop their actions. Otherwise, they will fight to their last breath!

Frenzy let the warriors witness another side of the Beastmen, and it was due to this shock that the Beastmen seized the opportunity. During the resistance, a breach was torn open, inflicting heavy damage on the humans!

Half-Elves lingered nearby. As Mata’s Personal Guard, these Half-Elves participated in the slaughter with agile speed and remarkable archery skills, preventing further deterioration before the situation worsened.

But despite this, more than two hundred people were brutally killed, and over a thousand sustained varying degrees of injury.

Screams of agony echoed everywhere.

Even though they are formidable warriors, experiencing the terrifying scene just now left them somewhat shaken.

Sea Wolf leaned weakly against the wall. Now, he had become a blood-soaked figure, drenched in viscous blood from head to toe. The most frightening part was his right arm, all gone below the elbow, an injury inflicted by a dire wolf!

With the Beastmen in a frenzy, Sea Wolf happened to be nearby. Even though he tore through the neck of the dire wolf, in its death throes, the beast left him with a grim parting gift. The terrifying bite force mangled Sea Wolf’s right arm into a mess of flesh. Had the Half-Elves not intervened in time, he might very well have perished alongside the creature!

"A bit careless..."

Sea Wolf’s mouth formed a bitter smile; the middle-aged man who often wore a smile on his face now finally learned silence.

"The right arm has lost too much, bandaging surgery is recommended!"

This was the suggestion just rendered by the healing department; too much of the arm is missing to be reattached, indicating that in the days to come, Sea Wolf might truly become disabled.

A commander without an arm cannot find a foothold on the ship. Amidst Order’s flourishing, everyone strove to climb forward; Sea Wolf’s position had long been eyed by many. With such severe injuries, he likely... has no chance of becoming a Captain of a warship again.

This is quite regrettable.

Leaving a profession one loves is a painful thing. At one moment, Sea Wolf truly wished to charge onto the battlefield, exhaust his last strength to kill those ugly creatures, even if it meant dying like a man on the battlefield.

But Sea Wolf hesitated...

This wasn’t like him before; the harsh apocalypse had turned him into a lone soul overnight, and precisely because he had nothing to hold onto, he charged into every battle. With heaven’s favor, he was promoted by Chen Feng in a short time and became a Captain, commanding a long-distance warship!

Yet behind every smiling person lie unknown sorrows.

Unlike others who numb themselves with alcohol or slaughter, Sea Wolf wore a different face. After laughter, only bone-aching pain remained.

Sea Wolf had contemplated his fate: perhaps dying at sea, or in the hands of some unknown monster, or tiring of life, ending it himself. But all this changed with the appearance of a woman.

She was a gentle woman.

Despite losing her husband unexpectedly during the apocalypse, unlike other women, she wasn’t beaten down by life. Apart from being a wife, she was also a mother and sister. She lived earnestly, not just for herself but for her family. Yet when Sea Wolf first saw her, he found something familiar in her.

The woman smiled cheerfully, but deep in her eyes, there was always a trace of melancholy.

Sea Wolf seemed to see himself; wherever he went, his face was cloaked with a mask—not hypocrisy, but a guard against reality.

At that moment, Sea Wolf suddenly wanted to hug her, and by extension, comfort his gradually wilting heart.

Sea Wolf originally thought he had no feelings left; in prior battles, he always prepared for death. But when the dire wolf bit his arm, he was terrified!

He wasn’t afraid of dying here, only frightened that he would never see that gentle woman again. At that moment, Sea Wolf knew he had developed some feelings for her.

Sea Wolf wanted to return to Order.

Never before had he so fervently desired to return to Order. After enduring the storm’s baptism, he was mentally exhausted and wanted to return to his little nest. Even a mundane life was better than dying in a dire wolf’s jaws.

Sea Wolf always thought he was a rootless tumbleweed, indifferent to wherever he wandered. Yet unwittingly, his heart had already taken root and sprouted. He no longer yearned to wander aimlessly. If possible, he would embrace an ordinary life, rather than the endless fighting and admiration as a Captain!

Perhaps eager to return to the woman’s side, Sea Wolf hastily stood up, but this tugged at his wound, bringing tears to the eyes of this stalwart man, and his face turned ghastly pale.

"Damn it!"

Sea Wolf leaned against the side, gazing at his bare right arm, muttering to himself, "Never handsome to begin with, and now without an arm, it’s even harder to pursue..."

Perhaps there are always some regrettable or sorrowful things, but if one persists a bit longer, everyone can find land upon which they’re willing to take root.

The quiet beauty of life.

Living holds the possibility of encountering something beautiful!

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