Global Dungeon: I Can See the Status Bar

The completion of the main mission was uneventful.

Along with the departure of two transport ships, the personal terminal also transmitted the notification of mission completion.

This signifies they can proceed to the evacuation point and call Pelican One down to ferry them back to the Super Destroyer.

On the surface, the Yellow Springs Warriors’ mission execution appears quite like they wouldn’t return without achieving their goals.

Not evacuating until the main mission is completed.

In fact, perhaps it should be phrased differently.

If the main mission is not completed, unless the mission time runs out, the most responsible Pelican One pilot will attempt to come down to evacuate the Yellow Springs Warriors, risking being shot down.

Otherwise...

No matter how much you shout, the Democracy Official won’t proactively dispatch a plane to bring you back.

They might even directly let the Super Destroyer leave near Earth orbit after the mission time runs out, locking the weapon readiness and strategic support to prevent further usage.

Evacuating before task completion within the designated time is seen as disgraceful, every citizen of the Superhuman Federation keeps this in mind.

The deeper Lu Wenwu understands the profession of Yellow Springs Warrior, the more he feels the profession is twisted.

Or rather...

The whole Superhuman Federation is kind of twisted.

Always talking about democracy and freedom, constantly claiming humans are the greatest species on this planet or even the entire universe, aiming to liberate the entire universe.

The whole society is filled with intense excitement and fervor.

But really, if you think about it, where is the democracy in this country? Where is the freedom?

This citizen level system isn’t much better than the caste system over there with the Third Brother!

It’s merely the strong militarism and pervasive propaganda that have muddled the minds of the people, preventing them from thinking carefully.

Compared to these people’s mental states, Lu Wenwu, often deemed deranged by others, seems normal.

"Shall we go? Blast the remaining insect nest." Tiger Mo cheerfully waved his arms, "This radar station is quite useful; once activated, the whole map looks just like opening X-ray vision!"

This fiery girl showed immense enthusiasm for harvesting insects, only second to wanting to drag Lu Wenwu into bed.

Of course, maybe she was craving those four legs of the Acidic Titan.

Baking with True Sun Fire is truly aromatic!

Lu Wenwu put away the nearly shattered tablet, glanced at the map, and marked a location.

"Let’s go here first; we have one last mission, shutting down the illegal broadcast station."

"Illegal broadcast... Oh! Is it that one?"

Tiger Mo climbed high to look far, standing atop a layered black insect stone mountain, gazing at a certain direction and pointing at a building somewhat resembling a miniature TV tower asking.

"I remember back in military school, the instructor supposedly said there’s no need to shutdown the terminal host in a formal manner, just blow up that tower from afar to consider it completed."

"No, we need to go." Lu Wenwu stared at the broadcast tower in the distance and said, "I want to hear exactly what that illegal broadcast is saying."

Hu Frost looked at him puzzled: "Is it necessary?"

"It is." Lu Wenwu nodded, "The name of this episode is the War of Justice, the main mission demands alignment with any faction and at least the destruction or submission of one faction."

At this, he paused and looked at the two people and the dog, said casually: "Now, I suspect heavily that the Insect Race is one of the faction alignments."

"Huh? Does that have anything to do with us?" Tiger Mo widened his eyes, "Even if the Insect Race is also a faction, we can’t help the Insect Race fight humans, can we? That’s just absurd!"

"What’s going through your little head? Of course, I don’t mean that." Lu Wenwu shrugged, "I just want to know if the Insect Race is indeed a species close to intelligent beings. If so, it means it really is a faction alignment."

Tiger Mo tilted his head, frowned painfully: "I still don’t get it, even if the Insect Race is a faction alignment, what does it have to do with us?"

"If it is, then we’d annihilate it, isn’t it? Otherwise, we’d first attack the robots, what else?"

Lu Wenwu asked rhetorically and proceeded to walk towards the illegal broadcast station.

"If the Insect Race is indeed a faction alignment, then we’d directly pilot the Super Battleship to the Insect Race’s headquarters and execute a decapitation strategy, forcing the Insect Race Queen to mass produce Acidic Titans for us! If indeed the Insect Race has this thing."

"Whoa! Genius!" Tiger Mo exclaimed, quickening his pace to catch up, "Just like farming pigs, eat whenever we want!"

Hu Frost on the side remained silent for a long time, then spoke: "The Insect Race... Really has a headquarters and a Queen?"

"Don’t know." Lu Wenwu replied matter-of-factly, "After all, isn’t it all set up like that in games! We’ll assume it has, if not, we’ll see, there’s always a road in front of the hill, if not, we’ll crush the hill."

Hu Frost: "..."

Fine, you’re strong and you’re right.

The robust bipedal beast, considering you’re so adorable, we’ll all concede to you.

The distance from the main mission point to the illegal broadcast station is not far, it could even be said very near, probably only a few hundred meters.

Everyone had almost exterminated the nearby insects, allowing the journey to be unimpeded, only occasionally running into patrol squads led by Insect Race Commanders with a few Jumping and Little Jumping Insects passing by.

Then they were captured by Lu Wenwu, subjected to a series of big slaps, attempting to force it to construct a temporary space channel, to draw out Insect Race reinforcements.