As long as you have the courage, fierce ghosts go on maternity leave. Chapter 101: Ghost Association Invitation

Through the perspective of the ghost bead, the identity of 9211 shocked Alexander imnsely.

After learning about 9211’s deeds, he was even more stunned, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets.

Facing the Blood Cloaked Queen, Alexander had never been this terrified! After all, no matter how terrifying the Blood Cloaked Queen was, there was an affinity value above her head!

As long as they could communicate, it wasn’t a problem, he could always increase the affinity value through socializing over ti!

But this one, Alexander was genuinely afraid of, and his social skills were completely useless.

After being shocked by 9211’s identity, Alexander didn’t dare to ss around any longer, and obediently started sending out invitations.

Marine Corps camp.

"Major General Caesar! The operation plan for the military exercise has been issued, and the command has asked to co and inquire when to start the arrangents?"

"48 hours in advance. The one participating in this exercise is an old friend of mine. Give him so face, the newly paired 130mm rocket artillery, the satellites equipped by the information brigade, all are for his use, and be prepared for the simulated tactical nuclear bombs at all tis. Facing an old friend, we need to show him our enthusiasm!"

Major General Caesar’s face was full of kind smiles, and the soldier couldn’t help but twitch the corner of his mouth, saluting and quickly retreating.

At this ti, Caesar put away his smile and looked at the blood-red invitation on the table in front of him. It read: Invitation from the Ghost Association, invitee: Caesar!

...

At Mount Everest, the highest peak on earth! In the snow halfway up the mountain, a group of special forces participating in outdoor survival training gathered together, their faces looking grim.

"Captain Gao! Are you really going to go in, without thinking again? Our military has a team specifically responsible for the Chosen Ones, you can give them the invitation! Let the military Chosen Ones enter."

"Yes, Gao Lin! You are our special forces captain, you can’t take risks!"

"No need to think!" The special forces captain known as Gao Lin showed determination on his face, suddenly stood up:

"Don’t forget our identity, we are special forces. The world of horror has arrived for five years, and we have fallen behind for five years! The physical fitness of the Chosen Ones has far exceeded ours, and we will eventually be eliminated by the Chosen Ones. Are you willing to accept that? This ti, although there will be danger, it is also a rare opportunity!"

...

Pacific 7th Fleet.

"General, it has been clarified! In addition to you, military personnel from other regions have also received invitations at the sa ti. These military personnel cover all regions of the world, including Asia, Africa, and even Antarctica..."

A middle-aged military man held the information and introduced each one in turn. When he got to the end, he suddenly stopped, looking at the slightly graying figure behind the desk:

"General Henry! You are the highest commander of our fleet. You personally enter the world of horror, this... this is not appropriate! The death rate inside is too high!"

After all, the person in front of him was the youngest general in the Seventh Fleet. He started as a firefighter, and by a stroke of fate, he entered the military area, fighting his way up to where he is now, General Henry, who has a huge reputation in the military.

"Just because I’m a general, I should choose to retreat?" A trace of playful smile appeared on Henry’s face.

"No... of course not!" The middle-aged man quickly shook his head, and said:

"This is a suggestion from the Chosen Ones’ Command. Their think tank ca up with two conclusions.

The first one is that based on the identities of the invitees this ti, the Ghost Association is very likely preparing for so kind of exercise or training before a major battle, so they specifically invited those with command experience, or even just commanders."

"The second conclusion is that the Ghost Association needs to boost morale before the big battle, so this instance is likely to be..."

At this point, the middle-aged man paused.

"What is it?" Henry asked with a smile. "A feast held to boost morale? We, the invited Chosen Ones, are the ingredients for the feast? Sothing like a black dinner party?"

"Well... based on a comprehensive view of all the previous notifications from the world of horror, I’m afraid that’s the case! It seems that the instances in the world of horror don’t care about the status of the Chosen Ones in real life, and they hold great malice towards living people!

Even if our first guess is correct, once their exercise or training is over, I’m afraid we still can’t escape the fate of becoming food for the feast."

The middle-aged man relayed the analysis of the Chosen Ones’ Command think tank.

"Indeed, it’s very likely to be like this!"

Henry nodded, smiled and said:

"When I was a firefighter, I nearly died in a sea of fire. Then I was lucky to survive and beca a soldier, continuing to contribute for so long, I’m already very satisfied with my life!"

"This ti, it’s the first ti that the world of horror has selectively sent out invitations. It might be an unprecedented opportunity to communicate with the world of horror, and we need soone who can really shock the scene! I am the one they chose. If I don’t go, who knows what might happen!"

"Even if they hold great malice, this ti, I must go! Notify all the Chosen Ones who have received the invitation, let them gather here. We’ll get to know each other a bit first! Whether we live or die in the end, we need to give it a try!"

"Yes!" The middle-aged man imdiately saluted and left to carry out his orders.

Henry’s gaze fell on an old photograph on the desk, one that had been around for who knows how many years.

In the picture, two young figures stood shoulder to shoulder in baseball uniforms, showing the vitality and passion of the youth of that era.

One of them was him, a young baseball player with big dreams, and the other was his best friend, Robert.

Henry gently stroked the picture, his heart filled with nostalgia for the past. What were their dreams at that ti? Winning the big baseball ga together, or enjoying the joy of victory together?

Henry has traveled many roads, experienced many storms, and grown into the person he is today. Henry, a general renowned on the battlefield, Robert, a policeman who has made trendous contributions to societal safety.

Their lives had long deviated from the dreams of that era, but every ti Henry looked at this picture, he would think of those carefree days.

Henry picked up the satellite phone, "Hello! Old classmate... haha, it’s nothing, just that I have a mission coming up... One more thing, after this mission, let’s go to a baseball ga again!"

...

After who knows how long, Henry put down the satellite phone, wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes, and strode out.

The efficiency of the military has always been high. Soon, all ten invited individuals were gathered together.

After brief introductions and communications, everyone quietly waited for the instance to begin.

In their eyes, this was a case of life and death.

The Ghost Association, a force capable of participating in the contest for an entire block, was incredibly powerful.

The stronger the instance, the more tragic the fate of the Chosen Ones tends to be. This was common knowledge.

Everyone just hoped that, no matter how miserable they might end up inside, even if they were missing arms or legs.

At least, they would survive!

Only by surviving could they bring the information back. That was information related to the life and death of all the Chosen Ones on Earth!

Of course, what they didn’t know was that this instance would last for a month, aning they wouldn’t be able to return in a short ti.

Even less did they know that this ti, they would receive completely different treatnt than ever before!