Volume 4: Super-Tier Awakening & The Ancient Capital Calamity
Chapter 349
Lin Feng Accepts the Critical Mission of the Suicide Squad
The harsh red emergency lights inside the Western Capital military command center cast a crimson glow over weathered, resolute faces bearing the undeniable marks of relentless fatigue, yet untamed defiance. Outside, air-raid sirens wailed in haunting, unceasing intervals, punctuated by the earth-shattering roars of commander-tier monsters relentlessly hammering the outer defensive perimeter. The atmosphere inside the war room was suffocatingly dense, heavy enough to wring water from the air.
Over the colossal tempered-glass holographic tactical table, a three-dimensional simulation of the Ancient Capital displayed densely packed crimson clusters spreading like virulent venom. The deathly abyss at the core of the central ruins had expanded to a catastrophic scale, radiating a malevolent dark energy capable of corroding the soul of any primary-element mage foolhardy enough to approach.
At that very moment of suffocating tension, while high-ranking generals remained locked in fierce debates over who would lead the suicide squad into the epicenter to seal the ancient formation, a tall figure stepped out from the shadows.
It was a crisp dress uniform bearing the insignia of a Major General, adorned with combat medals glittering with diamond-like brilliance from otherworldly battlefields. None other than Major General Lin Feng had stepped forward to accept the mandate.
“Reporting, General Lu! I volunteer for battle! I officially volunteer to take command of the Suicide Squad, leading the breakthrough vanguard straight into the jaws of death!”
Lin Feng’s voice was deep and resonant, echoing throughout the vast conference hall. It carried an invisible pressure that instantly silenced the arguing generals, causing every head to snap toward him in shock.
Lu Cheng—the veteran general with silver-streaked hair and countless battle scars—jerked to his feet. His eyes widened, horror and deep anxiety etching themselves deeply into his weathered wrinkles. He strode swiftly toward Lin Feng, instinctively reaching out as if to push him back, his voice trembling with agitation:
“Lin Feng! Have you lost your mind?! You are the backbone of the nation, the supreme hope of Shenzhou in this century! You carry not only your own life on your shoulders, but the cultivation destiny of an entire generation of future archmages! You cannot... you absolutely cannot risk your life walking into such a death trap!”
“The General is right, Major General Lin! You just performed monumental feats on the northern front, and your vital breath has not fully recovered! That deathly abyss is so lethal that even a nine-star Super-Tier mage would perish within ten minutes. Charging in is pure suicide.”
Another lieutenant general could not help but raise his voice in dissuasion, his gaze filled with profound regret and reverence. To the military of Shenzhou at that hour, Lin Feng was a guiding beacon of salvation, an unshakeable symbol of victory. The military could find replacements for anyone else, but losing Lin Feng meant plunging the future struggle against the otherworldly apocalypse into absolute darkness.
Faced with the flurry of urgent interventions and affectionate yet helpless appeals from his seniors, Lin Feng remained utterly unshaken. He slowly shook his head, his gaze as steadfast as a boulder, deep as a lighthouse amidst a furious nocturnal sea. He held his head high, meeting the eyes of every general present in the room.
“Respected Generals, precisely because I am a Major General, I must be the one to take the first step! If a commander holding the highest rank and wielding the greatest power still cowers before death, still hides behind the backs of ordinary soldiers, what right do I have to stand here and order tens of thousands of brothers to throw themselves into the thick of battle? What right do I have to protect twenty million compatriots crying out in agony beyond these walls?”
Every word Lin Feng uttered was measured yet unyielding, each syllable striking like a sledgehammer against the hearts of all present. The war room instantly plunged into absolute silence. Even the distant wail of the air-raid sirens seemed to subdue itself before such towering, indomitable valor.
Without waiting for anyone to offer a rebuttal, Lin Feng took a step forward, breaking down the tactical situation with flawless, immaculate reasoning that left even the most veteran strategists breathless:
“Look at the latest reconnaissance data, gentlemen. The deathly abyss in the Western Capital is not a natural otherworldly rift, but the cataclysmic eruption of an ancient demonic formation sealed since primordial times. The death energy there possesses two deadly traits: first, an extreme corrosion of spiritual energy; second, continuous seismic collapse triggered by spatial fractures.”
Lin Feng raised a hand, touching the holographic map and zooming into the core of the dead zone.
“Regarding the first trait, ordinary soldiers and mages who step inside will have their spiritual veins severed by the necrotic erosion in under three minutes. But I... possess the unique 8th Element—the Divine Sacred Blessing. My sanctified light not only heals but possesses absolute cleansing and immunity to death energy within a fifty-meter radius. This means I can shelter an entire squad and guide them safely through the land of death!”
The generals stared at each other in stunned silence. They had momentarily forgotten this forbidden capability of Lin Feng. The Divine Sacred Blessing—an illumination ancient texts hailed as the nemesis of all evil forces—was truly the sole key to piercing through that shroud of mortality.
Yet Lin Feng did not stop. He raised a second finger, his gaze sharp as a blade:
“Second, regarding the issue of seismic collapse and spatial seals, if we dispatch ordinary Space-element magic specialists, they will be crushed to atoms by spatial pressure the moment they touch the fringe of the formation. But I have comprehended the Spatial Star Palace, allowing me to tear through turbulent space and pinpoint exact coordinates, guiding the suicide squad across subterranean black holes without encountering any resistance.”
“And that is not all...”
Lin Feng drew a deep breath, an overwhelming, formidable aura spontaneously radiating from his body, causing the surrounding space to ripple.
“My physique has been tempered through the Primordial Divine Body, granting immunity to every ancient poison lurking beneath the Western Capital. At the same time, his bloodline harbors the Primordial Dragon Pendant—the sole artifact capable of resonating with Shenzhou’s primordial ley lines buried deep below, stabilizing the dragon veins and preventing the total catastrophic collapse of the city!”
Every argument was delivered with crystal-clear precision, sharp logic, and overwhelming persuasion. The conference room was immersed in profound astonishment. No one—truly no one in the entire Shenzhou military at present possessed such a comprehensive skill set, peerless courage, and a higher survival rate than Lin Feng. If not for him, anyone else stepping in there would merely be a moth flying into a blazing inferno.
“In other words...” Lin Feng withdrew his hand and stood upright, his posture as unshakeable as an immovable mountain. “For this suicide squad, apart from me, no one else is qualified to be captain. And apart from us, no one else has the capability to complete the mission and return alive.”
Lu Cheng gazed fixedly at the young major general before him. Within the old general’s chest, a fierce emotion swelled to the point of choking him. He saw in Lin Feng the reflection of the nation’s legendary heroes from a millennium ago—those who dared step forward to shelter humanity during its darkest historical hours.
There were no more words to dissuade him. There was no longer any reason to refuse a commander willing to sacrifice himself for the realm.
All the generals and corps commanders present in the room, seemingly inspired by that heroic spirit and supreme sacrifice, sprang to their feet in unison. The scraping of chairs echoed dryly yet with solemn solemnity.
Led by General Lu Cheng, every veteran officer bearing high-ranking insignia raised their hands in the most formal, crisp military salute. Their movements were decisive and powerful, directed squarely at Lin Feng. In the eyes of the battle-hardened old generals, tears shimmered. They were tears of utter awe, boundless pride, and infinite sorrow for an exceptional life preparing to step across the threshold of life and death.
Lu Cheng stepped closer to Lin Feng, bringing a heavy hand down upon the young man’s shoulder. The old general’s hand trembled, his voice husky with emotion:
“Lin Feng... You truly are Shenzhou’s greatest pride!”
With that, Lu Cheng turned away, retrieving a blackwood box carved with soaring dragons and dancing phoenixes, preserved under maximum security glass. He popped the lid, lifting a token carved from pristine jade that radiated a golden glow—the Supreme Command Token of the Abyss Campaign, holding the authority to coordinate all strategic defense resources across the entire southern theater.
Lu Cheng lifted the token with both hands, reverently presenting it directly to Lin Feng, his eyes brimming with heavy expectations:
“The entire destiny of the Western Capital... twenty million souls waiting behind us... are entrusted completely to you, Major General! Bring back victory!”
Lin Feng received the supreme token with both hands. The chilling touch of the jade seeped into his skin, yet his inner core burned fiercely, ignited by the flames of responsibility and honor. He bowed his head in a military salute, returning it with absolute precision and unyielding resolve:
“Rest assured, leaders! As long as this Lin Feng draws breath, the Western Capital shall never fall! See you all when the song of triumph rings out!”
Without a moment’s hesitation, Lin Feng turned sharply and strode out of the war room. His footsteps were firm and dignified, striking the floor with a rhythmic cadence like the heartbeat of a heart that refused to yield to death.
The automated doors of the conference room slowly closed behind him.
Out in the dim, tranquil corridor where emergency lights flickered incessantly, figures clad in specialized combat gear were already waiting. They were his trusted comrades-in-arms, battle brothers who had shared countless life-or-death trials across the most ferocious battlefields.
They stood there in silence, without a trace of grievance or fear. As they watched Lin Feng emerge with the supreme command token in hand, a mutual fire of shared destiny blazed fiercely in their eyes, radiating the unstoppable momentum of war gods who feared neither heaven nor earth!