Upon seeing the Revenge Shadow Rider, Mingfei and her companions were likewise confronted with another enigma in their hearts. Feng Yi had been hit with the Heart-devouring Soul-chasing Seal, and it was evident that his status had not yet recovered. But Feng Yi's identity was the Revenge Shadow Rider. Didn't this mean that the Revenge Shadow Rider had no fighting power at all, and was a mere empty shell? Or was he just trying to bluff the opponents into retreat?

That didn't seem likely. After all, the oppressive aura imparted by the Revenge Shadow Rider was beyond doubt. This was probably not just a personal aura, but a soul-based one, given that the Heart-devouring Soul-chasing Seal was a spiritual seal. Still, it was clear that the technique was no longer sufficient to suppress the Revenge Shadow Rider. Unless he was truly a god, and his belief was strong enough to break the Jade Clear Sect's prohibition seal within a short time? Otherwise - in any case, man's calculations often failed against fate, and everything was left to destiny.

"The appearance of the Revenge Shadow Rider might signify a change in rule over Mardis. The mission... has failed..." Mingfei seemed to express a dismal sentiment, shaking her head lightly, "As I can see, you care a lot about this mission, but we can't control our own fate."

Mingdie showed no reaction to Mingfei's words. It seemed as if the two were already used to this kind of conversation.

Far away in Mardis, the light screen gave a clear close-up shot. Their opponents were merely two remote squads. The Saudi super soldier didn't even deem them worthy of his efforts. The triumphant tone of Heifeng, the Black Edge, echoed, "Get lost, I don't kill deserters."

The old battalion commander below was furious at his words. "What did you say?" he demanded.

"I only repeat myself once. Scram. You've got a minute."

Damn it. Even if they wanted to run, they couldn't now after he said that. Who wouldn't care about their face? Men were hot-blooded creatures. The old commander happened to have a fiery temper. Like a gunpowder barrel, he barked, "I'll be damned... idiot, fight if you want to fight. I'm waiting for you. Being scared is your problem."

Hmm, these were truly courageous federation soldiers. The furious Black Edge was about to pull his weapon, but was stopped by Silver Mary who suddenly spoke, "Don't rush, it's not yet time."

"You can endure this, I can't."

"This is an order from the military department. Whether you can stand it or not, you have to. Small patience prevents great mischief."

At her words, Black Edge reluctantly put down his weapon, shouting to the ranks, "Leave. It's the last chance I'm giving you."

By now, the Federation soldiers were drenched with sweat. They had received orders to fight to death at all cost because the Military Department had just broadcasted a message through the Star Domain Broadcast. This battle was not just a simple fight - it was a globally-broadcasted fight.

Hearing this, several Federation soldiers felt unexpectedly relieved. Hey, they thought, at least they were featured on world broadcast once in this life. Despite this, the cold sweat dripping from their foreheads betrayed their inner tension. No one could see this, of course, but it goes without saying that none of them were willing to initiate the attack as long as the Saudi super soldier did not make his move.

why? The reason was as lengthy as wearing a padded jacket in midsummer. Firstly, these two remote squads did not have the same composition as the main squads. Instead, they were equipped with semi-retired or retired models, including old-fashioned Warcraft models and old-fashioned assembly numbers. The number was very limited, and most soldiers were armed with the 681 assault rifle. Similarly to the 81, this rifle used a 7.62mm calibre design, with a foldable buttstock and a 30-round magazine. However, its main feature was its small size and light weight as compared to the 81, which weighed about 7 kg. The 681 assault rifle, made of plastic, weighed less than 2 kg.

Despite the high penetration of this weapon, it was practically useless against super soldiers. After all, the 681 automatic rifle was a 200-year-old product. Sending these soldiers, armed with the 681 automatic rifle, to fight against two well-equipped super soldiers was about the same as sending them to their death.

Their opponents weren't just super soldiers. Silver Mary was known as the unparalleled super genius of her age, ranking among the white-garbed pilots as a figure who could rule at the top of the world.

Black Edge wasn't weak either. In fact, his potential was greater than Silver Mary's, but his abilities hadn't reached Mary's level, so his oppressive aura wasn't as strong. This, however, was only when he faced peers. If up against soldiers of lower rank than himself, he could sweep the battlefield and suppress them with ease.

Familiarize yourselves with the concept of suppression. Students who don't understand can search for it in the Wandu Engine. In other words, under conditions of a large grade gap, Black Edge's combat power would be amplified infinitely, possibly even surpassing Silver Mary's. Therefore, in a fight with these people, Black Edge's displayed combat level would only be even more formidable and terrifying than the rabble-rousing Silver Mary's, which was undoubtedly a stroke of lightning from a clear sky for the federation soldiers.

To the Saudi homeland, however, this would greatly boost morale. Looking at the federal soldiers who were still stupidly standing there, the Saudi residents felt either sympathy or helplessness. Most people had the same question in their hearts: were these guys brain-damaged, or had they been kicked in the head by a horse, bitten by a dog, stood on by a blind man, whipped by a dominatrix, or otherwise sufficiently mentally compromised to not run away given the circumstances? If they died, they would deserve it.

The Federation people didn't see it that way, of course. Large segments of the population, enraged by the Saudi's actions, took to the streets, shouting and howling. Many streets were jammed to the point of impassability. The old adage of safety being first on the road was all but forgotten, changed into enraged citizens standing on cars, wildly waving anything they could get their hands on to vent their anger.

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