I'm not a hero, but I didn't say I couldn't beat you.

There is no way to resist, and the fighting ability is overwhelmingly insufficient.

Just like hundreds of ants, they can't stop a random kick from a human being.

The current situation is just like ants resisting a "natural disaster". It is hopeless and helpless.

Even if Yan Shang can survive this torrent, what about these soldiers?

Even if you can save the first wave with your own liberation ability, what about the subsequent second, third and fourth waves?

He was not without firepower, but it was a bottom-of-the-box item, a one-time only explosive that was close to the level of a numbered bullet.

But correspondingly, everyone present will be dead.

And even if this step is achieved, it is only resistance, not elimination.

How long will support be needed? 10 minutes or two 10 minutes?

Maybe, I should give up the so-called fantasy of saving everyone.

What did the teacher think at that time?

For no reason, Yan Shang recalled the mentor who led him when he was still an intern.

The instructor loves strawberry cake and always swears that it has enough sugar to support high-intensity work, but won’t it be greasy with so much cream?

At the beginning of his internship, Yan Shang always complained about forcing him to share the cake with his instructor, but the other person still happily shared it with him again and again.

Obviously he is just a medical student who follows his family's arrangements.

The mentor has a whole file of patients he failed to save, recording all kinds of strange diseases. During a casual chat, he once said with a smile that there were 1712 diseases recorded in it that he could not cure, and now there are still Next 403 kinds, if one day, I am no longer here, please pass this file to me.

But, what qualifications do I have?

The mentor is obviously a world-renowned doctor, and has even been rated as the person most likely to win the first "doctor" inscription in the past 50 years.

As a student who hangs around all day long, what qualifications do I have to accept this inheritance?

But then, the mentor was really gone.

Cause of death, borderline variant hemorrhagic fever.

He went there to save people, and he died to save people.

According to his will, the file recording his more than 30 years of medical practice was really left to him.

Now, there are 404 species on it.

So, after the internship, Yan Shang signed up and went to the border inspection team to become a logistics doctor.

Later, he obtained a heroic seal called "Therapist". Even the diseases recorded in that file were "terminal diseases" that could be cured after paying a certain price.

Although it may be different from what the instructor hoped for, he should have fulfilled the instructor's expectations...

However, occasionally after the operation, he would still think about what if his mentor was still alive and saw himself now.

Will he be proud of himself?

Will he applaud himself?

Or will you stuff yourself with a piece of strawberry cake as usual and make yourself complain about the silly video you watched last night?

I don’t know since when, I also got into the habit of eating strawberry cake.

Tsk, it’s all the guidance of the instructor!

The majestic rain woke up Yan Shang from his daze. The huge waves were so close that he had no choice.

But he doesn't need to choose.

"[Therapist]...full liberation——"

Now, he doesn't need to think too much. All he needs is to protect all the soldiers behind him.

Even if it burns up that immortal vitality!

Link everyone's life to yourself, apply healing protection, and share all your vitality.

Then, bear all the distortion value caused!

"You said I didn't give you any choice, right?"

Yan Shang raised his head, his eyes flashing with fire.

"What a coincidence, don't let me choose this time!"

"Oh, die, insect——"

Huge waves swallowed everything...

?

No, the huge wave was fixed in the atmosphere by an unknown force.

At the same time, the headquarters of the Hero Administration, the director's office.

He was waiting quietly for news.

"Report to the director, the individual generation of disaster traits has been detected, and based on its characteristics, it is identified as a doomsday disaster synthetic beast belonging to the Doomsday Seeking Association. The special operations force has set sail and is expected to arrive at the border in 10 minutes. Relevant internal personnel have completed the investigation and confirmed that it is involved There are 17 members of the Doomsday Seeking Society, and the purge force has begun to clean them up."

"Oh, I see."

The director tapped on the table, looking at the observation images from the Eye of Atum, still waiting.

An application was rejected conveniently.

Within ten seconds, the communication from the federal headquarters was connected.

"Director Zhang, why was the banishment proposal applied for by the unified federation not approved? You should fully understand how harmful it would be if the synthetic beasts entered the original world."

"Why are you in such a hurry, Secretary General?"

The director just smiled, then pointed at the picture on the screen and said.

"Isn't this out yet?"

"……………………"

The other party silently looked at the smiling and calm-looking director. He could not always see through the other party, just like every time he had dealt with him in the past decades.

"What are you waiting for? I remember that you are not the kind of indecisive person. Although I have no intention of denying their will, do you really think you can resist the synthetic beasts with just a logistics hero and a group of ordinary soldiers?"

"I'm...waiting for an opportunity."

The director stared at the huge waves rushing in the picture and the light shining on the resisters, and said calmly.

"Don't worry, I know what you are worried about, don't panic. If there is an accident, I will take action."

"……………………"

The Secretary-General was silent for a moment, as if he was surprised by the other party's decision, and at the same time, he made more considerations that others could not imagine. Finally, give it credit.

"Really? Since you want to take action, I understand."

"No, you don't know—"

It seemed that what he wanted to see finally appeared on the screen, which made the director laugh out loud.

"There is no need for me to take action anymore, old face paralysis. The problem has been solved!"

"What? Wait? Who is this?"

An unexpected character appeared in the observation, and the secretary-general even ignored the fact that the other party called him a nickname.

And the director got his wish, finding a rare expression in the opponent's poker face that had remained unchanged for thousands of years.

"Come on, let me introduce it to you. This is a good seedling that I just discovered not long ago. I don't even want to synchronize the records with you."

"…………Tsk…………"

I don’t know if it was an auditory hallucination, but the director seemed to hear an unhappy smacking sound from the other party’s mouth for the first time in a long time. But it was obvious that this guy was still interested in what he said.

People who can be favored by the director, regardless of whether they have strong fighting ability or not, but their ability to get things done is definitely top-notch. Everyone is a top tool man.

all in all.

Careful.

The expected huge wave was not captured. Instead, it seemed to be held tightly by a pair of stubborn hands, not allowing it to move forward even a little bit.

Before that, a young man stood on the water, looking up at the monster.

"Sorry, it's a little late."

Under the heavy rain, he waved his hand and lightly released the huge waves, causing them to return to the uncontrolled flow of water and scatter.

"You know you're late, so hurry up and get to work. You're such a bastard, you actually let me be a boss who takes so long to ejaculate."

"Oh, isn't this just a mechanism? Don't worry, don't worry, I'll take over right away."

Fu'er flipped up his wet hair with his left hand, then tightened his right hand, and the familiar battle ax appeared again.

The radiance of miracles rushing over it shone like never before.

"Wow, it seems that this ax is also a little thirsty. Also, are you afraid that I won't be able to attack enemies in human form when you look so ugly? You are so good. Leah!"

Fu'er picked up the Battle Ax in his hand. The feeling of blood connection came from it, and the surging fighting spirit seemed to make the ax body tremble slightly.

"And, I don't know why, but every time I use this axe, I want to say something risqué... So in short-"

He raised his ax and pointed it at the monster, smiling.

"Hey! Thief Sun! Do you miss your grandpa and me?"