After the joint pursuit, everyone managed to wipe out at least another five hundred million insects before stopping.
Victor Chao personally raised his glass to toast everyone, then came over to drink a couple more with Evan Chu.
After that, the frontline generals, led by Jackson Jiang, all came over to drink with Evan Chu, each holding a glass in one hand and a bottle in the other.
Ever since humanity first clashed with the Horde, they’d been retreating, always at a disadvantage. But today, with Evan Chu’s arrival, the tide finally turned in humanity’s favor—a moment of true pride.
Evan Chu didn’t refuse a single toast from the generals.
The old City Lord’s Mansion of Blackrock City was cleaned out and used to host a victory banquet.
Not only were members of all ten-plus elite squads invited, but also a group of military officers. The host of the banquet was supreme commander Victor Chao.
Evan Chu woke up slowly, rubbing his still-heavy head. He sat up and realized he wasn’t in the martial encampment anymore, but in a private courtyard.
"Captain, you’re awake? Perfect timing—I made some porridge, try it and see how it tastes." Rhea Yan, dressed in a simple white dress with her hair tied back by a single ribbon, walked in carrying a steaming bowl of porridge.
But in terms of aura and power, this Evan Chu was worlds apart from the spoiled playboy he remembered.
Once the victory banquet began,
Victor Chao personally raised his glass to toast everyone, then came over to drink a couple more with Ian Song.
After that, the frontline generals, led by Jackson Jiang, all came over to drink with Ian Song, each holding a glass in one hand and a bottle in the other.
Ever since humanity first clashed with the Horde, they’d been retreating, always at a disadvantage. But today, with Ian Song’s arrival, the tide finally turned in humanity’s favor—a moment of true pride.
Ian Song didn’t refuse a single toast from the generals.
But these generals could really drink. Even with his high cultivation, martial true essence didn’t do much against alcohol, so he ended up drunk—barely remembering how he left at the end.
The next morning.
Ian Song woke up slowly, rubbing his still-heavy head. He sat up and realized he wasn’t in the martial encampment anymore, but in a private courtyard.
"Captain, you’re awake? Perfect timing—I made some porridge, try it and see how it tastes." Rhea Yan, dressed in a simple white dress with her hair tied back by a single ribbon, walked in carrying a steaming bowl of porridge.
"Why are you here?" Ian Song asked with a smile.