Chapter 1750: Chapter 1750

1750: Chapter 1746: BUG Strategy Guide 1750: Chapter 1746: BUG Strategy Guide “I finally understand why, if possible, war must be waged beyond one’s borders, ideally even beyond the world itself…”

On the frontline, it’s all about brutal combat.

But in the rear, there’s much more to consider, such as how to survive…

This time, it’s not just a joke.

The rear defense lines of all nations, along with ordinary people, have experienced immense suffering during this period.

The top combat power on the frontline is constantly being depleted, and all nations are under tremendous pressure…

The coastline has become a battlefield.

Who can escape this war?

To be precise, when a war escalates to a world war or even a plane war, the distinction between the front and rear lines becomes nonexistent.

You claim to be in the rear?

Does that mean your opponent won’t target you?

Along the rivers, lakes, and seas, people are dying every moment.

Defensive lines are always being breached.

Both civilians and warriors are perishing.

With the presence of the Dragon-Snake, the Exotic Realm Invaders are now in an extremely active phase…

The ocean harbors predators far too powerful.

The Fishmen are eager to come ashore, naturally resulting in all kinds of deadly confrontations and hunts with the residents on land.

Temporary agreements have been reached to share land and space, but those are exceedingly rare cases.

After over three years of bloody conflict, both sides have accumulated enough blood feuds and mistrust.

Not kicking you back into the sea is only because their combat power isn’t sufficient…

When interracial slaughter escalates into a battle for living space, it’s even harder to stop than a national war.

“…Pingdu City has fallen.

The city is submerged.

Only fewer than 100,000 managed to evacuate…”

Another piece of bad news.

100,000 survivors may seem like a lot…

But Pingdu, being the state capital, along with its surrounding satellite towns, had a permanent population exceeding ten million.

“…The dams across the coastal Nine States have all breached.

The losses are incalculable.

Large areas of flatlands have turned into swamps and rivers, where scores of lord-level Fishmen have emerged, declaring those territories their Ze Country…

These scum even intend to build their own kingdom.”

Lu Ping’an had some faith in the Eastern Country’s infrastructure capabilities.

Even if a dam exceeded its design limits and collapsed, it shouldn’t happen all at once.

But if lords capable of conjuring Storms were stirring up trouble or using extraordinary power to erode the bases of the dams, such devastation would naturally be unavoidable.

This is still the Eastern Country, hailed as the safest Heaven by the struggling nations.

For other countries, it’s no longer about which place has been struck by disaster, but rather which place hasn’t yet faced one today.

Reports of exterminated nations are gradually surfacing.

Refugees may now already outnumber ordinary residents.

Warriors are in agony, mortals are suffering.

Comparing who has it worse is meaningless.

Everyone is fighting for the survival of themselves and their race.

“…The world cannot endure much longer.

No, the world itself can still endure—it’s even starting to absorb some of the Foreign Domain visitors as local power.

What cannot endure any longer is humanity itself…”

The resilience of the planet far exceeds that of its inhabitants.

Even if it’s truly conquered…

it would merely involve replacing the dominant race and adopting a new World’s Reason and World Consciousness.

But humanity truly cannot bear it any longer.

“This must be put to an end…”

All frontline warriors have come to this realization.

The overwhelming onslaught of obituaries and grim news has placed immense pressure on them but also imparted a mission to defeat this nightmare.

Lu Ping’an never thought of himself as a Savior…

But if he happened to hold the key, he wouldn’t delay its use either.

“The success rate isn’t low.”

“Compared to the single-digit percentage chance of brute force, this is undeniably better…”

If it seems feasible, then it must be executed.

Even if it fails, even if losses occur, then you simply start over…

At this point, there’s nothing that “cannot be lost.”

“…Has upper management approved?”

Lu Ping’an was waiting for approval.

He had already finalized the tactical verification and strategic report.

All relevant materials had been submitted.

This time, resolving matters could not rely solely on the frontline; backing from the rear decision-makers was imperative…

Lu Ping’an estimated that approval would take two or three days at the earliest.

But by noon the next day, approval had come, along with the “support” Lu Ping’an requested.

It seemed he had underestimated the resolve of the rear.

Yet, the war still hadn’t erupted.

The delay tactics continued.

Reinforcements from the rear arrived in continuous waves, and various strategic resources were being converted into armaments and combat power.

The opportunity might only come once.

Acting in haste could ruin everything, so Lu Ping’an calmly prepared for battle.

At this stage, despite submitting the plans himself, Lu Ping’an was still just a chess piece…

As long as it achieved victory and ended everything, Lu Ping’an had never rejected being used as a chess piece.

Of course, being a “discarded piece” was another matter entirely.

But considering his dear companion was still out there Hunting-Dragon-Snake, the likelihood of that happening was almost zero.

Lu Ping’an patiently prepared, waiting for the staff officers to complete their deployment, waiting for resources from all sides to arrive, and waiting for the calculators to perform every possible strategic simulation…

The opportunity would only come once.

Every conceivable aspect needed to be prepared.

Finally, when dozens of Mist Sound’s clones spread across the ocean and the rear’s reinforcements were ready, the war began.

This time, more than twenty Quasi-Gods were involved in the strategic planning, but the first to step onto the battlefield…

“It’s still just me…”

Lu Ping’an smiled bitterly as he stepped onto his battlefield alone.

After all, this was his plan.

As the core, Lu once again fused with Mist Sound, transforming into a cabbage-colored Huge Dragon.

But this time, it wasn’t just “him” taking to the stage.

As he advanced from the north, identical Huge Dragons approached from other directions.

These were also Mist Sound fusion forms.

Without Lu Ping’an as their core, they were far weaker than his primary form, but that didn’t matter.

Combat power wasn’t the point.

In terms of combat power, even Lu Ping’an’s core form would be instantly obliterated.

The disparity between the two sides was unimaginably vast.

It’s worth noting that by this stage of the war, calculations had already established that the Xingtian Evil Beast could indeed be defeated—but the costs would be astronomical.

Time would be paid in deaths.

The fall of too many True Gods would shake the world’s foundation and stability.

A widespread loss of Quasi-Gods and advanced combat power would directly lead to the decline of the Human Race.

This inevitable price was simply too heavy.

So, when Lu Ping’an proposed his plan to “exploit a loophole,” it quickly received universal approval.

Even if the plan ended in total failure, with all participants dying, it would still cost far less than a head-on clash with the Evil Beast…

The eight Huge Dragons—front four, rear four—blocked the Xingtian Evil Beast’s path.

“Let’s first confirm whether the bug exists…”