I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal Chapter 652 - 380 New Evolution, New Era (Part 1)

Under the all-channel broadcast.

Everyone knows that the so-called "King’s Pet" has already arrived on the battlefield.

This also includes various resistance forces spread across the Afeili Continent.

After all, this all-channel announcent was not password-protected.

Moreover, because of the vast depth of battle on the Afeili Continent, it’s scattered with resistance forces from all over the world.

Most of these resistance fighters have the ability to receive such announcents.

But obviously.

The Five Great Countries Joint Forces don’t care whether those resistance fighters are aware of this news, since they are certain that they are no match for the "King’s Pet".

You know it, so what?

Such confidence.

Stirred up so waves among the various resistance organizations.

So are deeply wary of it, thinking that if you get involved with that King, you must be cautious, very cautious.

So are disdainful, still going their own way.

After all, the resistance fighters mainly fall into three categories: one is those who care too much about freedom and democracy, another is those whose rights have been infringed upon due to changes, who, even knowing the King’s might, resolutely decide to resist.

The other is like Captain Ka.

Thinking that the sky is the greatest, he is second, with no need to fear any so-called Five Great Countries or the King.

Those who remain disdainful are mostly this kind of people.

Of course.

There are also those who are not too concerned.

Because what the announcent said about the pet was too vague.

As for pets, even if they are lions or tigers or sothing, they are just a small issue to be solved with a single bullet...right?

But regardless of the reactions of these resistance fighters, the King’s Pet has already set out.

According to the gradually getting free Human Federation’s intelligence departnt’s intelligence capabilities, the King’s Pet has begun a steady resistance force cleanup plan.

...

At 6 a.m. on June 11th Beijing Ti.

The East African Grassland was still in the tranquility of 1 a.m. on June 11th.

At this mont, the grassland was covered with a faint moonlight, appearing particularly mysterious and quiet. Occasionally, the distant calls of nocturnal animals could be heard, only to be quickly swallowed by the boundless night.

The grass swayed gently with the breeze, as if whispering the secrets of the night.

Under the starry sky.

A group of fully ard n crouched low, weaving through the grass, disturbing the peace of this place.

The leading man was sturdy, with a barely noticeable ferocity on his face, his eyes sharp like an eagle, locked onto every slightest movent ahead.

"Hmph, that little mouse can really run."

He mumbled under his breath, but his tone revealed more awe at his opponent than anger.

Or more accurately.

The lingering fear outweighed the anger.

Having beforehand intelligence that a scout team from the Five Countries Joint Forces was coming, unhesitatingly sacrificing three sentinels as bait, and under an absolute number disadvantage of twenty to four.

They still sacrificed twelve people just to take out three from the opposing squad.

And even let their squad leader escape.

What does this an?

It can only be said that it truly deserves to be an elite squad sent by the Five Countries Joint Forces to sweep the resistance forces, making a seasoned rcenary like him have such a loss ratio.

To be honest.

If possible, he really didn’t want to tangle with the Five Countries Joint Forces.

But for so reason, the other side seed to have a grudge against rcenaries, firmly refusing to accept the existence of such non-regular units.

And then he didn’t want to join the regular army and be restricted by regulations.

So he simply ca to Africa, thinking of claiming a local throne on this vast land.

But now.

This place definitely cannot be stayed at; they must move to a more remote area of this continent.

Can’t provoke, can’t they at least avoid?

This world is so big, this so-called upcoming Human Federation, surely can’t conquer every corner of this world, right?

With this mindset.

This forr rcenary captain, now a resistance fighter, was about to call everyone back to pack up.

He suddenly found everyone staring blankly at sothing behind him.

He pondered for a mont.

Then the man turned around to look.

In the dark night sky, there was a dazzling teor at that mont.

If it were just an ordinary teor streaking across.

They naturally wouldn’t have such a reaction.

The man would likely have looked and then teased his subordinates.

But the situation now was different.

The "teor" drew a bright trail across the night sky, as it got closer, the originally faint light grew increasingly intense, like a burning fireball, plumting straight towards the ground.

Its speed was so fast that it was almost impossible to follow with the naked eye, leaving a long tail fla in the night sky, like a scorching whip, tearing through the silent night.

The most important thing is.

The teor seed to be visibly growing larger, brighter at a rapid pace, looking as if it were hurtling directly toward them.

The temperature on the grassland seed to suddenly rise at that mont, and even from hundreds of ters away, the incoming heat wave could be felt.

The air was filled with the sll of burning, insects and other small creatures in the grass began to panic and scatter in all directions, seemingly sensing the impending disaster.

The "teor" got closer and closer, the sound grew louder and louder, turning from a slight whistle into a deafening roar.

The flas swirling around it like a furious vortex, continuously spiraling up dust and dried grass from the ground, forming a powerful airflow.