Chapter 271: Allen Secretly Supports His Allies
"Lord Allen."
Santiya pointed to the thousands-strong armed force in front of them and introduced, "These are the elite warriors of the Resistance, ready to give their lives to fulfill the mission."
The solemn-faced fighters weren't just armed with guns—many carried heavy weaponry akin to rocket launchers. A rare few even had explosives strapped to their backs, clearly prepared to die for the cause.
The Resistance units scattered across various cities had the mission of launching surprise attacks on the sweatshop factories to rescue as many slaves as possible.
The true purpose, however, was to draw the attention of the High Evolutionary.
Meanwhile, the main armed force would launch surprise raids on the three military bases stationed on the satellite, aiming to eliminate the extraterrestrial threat through the element of surprise.
Ultimately, they would storm the Supreme Science Center and bring down the High Evolutionary's rule in one decisive blow.
"When do we move?" Allen asked, his tone calm and composed.
If he had to rescue his comrades alone, it would be nearly impossible to succeed.
The High Evolutionary could immediately concentrate his forces to hunt him down, putting Allen in a situation where he couldn't be everywhere at once.
What's more, with no way of knowing what kind of advanced tech the enemy possessed, one wrong step could lead to total annihilation.
If his warrior class were maxed out, Allen wouldn't hesitate to throw himself into danger—after all, if he couldn't win, he could just retreat to the main timeline.
"For now, we wait."
Santiya pulled out something like a tablet, monitoring news updates in real-time. "We wait for the Resistance to strike."
Once the uprising began and firefights broke out, significant casualties would be inevitable.
Still, for the sake of changing humanity's fate, those losses were a price they had to be willing to pay.
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Outside the city stood one of the many sweatshop factories, surrounded by barbed-wire fences laced with high-voltage currents operating around the clock.
Beastman soldiers patrolled in shifts to prevent the millions of slaves from escaping.
Similar sweatshops dotted the surface of Planet Wundagore, numbering in the hundreds, imprisoning over a billion humans, whose labor was endlessly exploited day in and day out.
In the watchtower, a lion-headed general was lounging idly, puffing on premium tobacco and sipping a luxurious beverage.
In the beastman knight corps, lions and tigers typically served as commanding generals.
Leopards, wolves, and elephants made up the middle leadership tier.
Lower-rank soldiers were mostly rabbits and rats.
In nature, carnivores and larger animals generally have lower reproductive rates compared to herbivores—and the same principle applied to beastman society.
Rabbits and rats were particularly known for being the main reproductive force.
A fox-headed adjutant came to report: "Commander, 322 slaves died today."
The lion general slowly exhaled a smoke ring and replied indifferently, "Toss them into the boiler. Then request a batch of five hundred young slaves from the breeding grounds."
"Five hundred?"
The fox adjutant caught on immediately and gave a knowing smile. "I'll take care of it right away."
"Remember, don't say too much. Stick to the usual procedure."
The lion general reminded him, then closed his eyes for a leisurely rest.
Since animals on Wundagore had become sentient species, traditional livestock no longer existed. High-ranking military officials overseeing the sweatshops often used slave replacement requests as a cover for secretly slaughtering and eating human slaves.
Thankfully, the number of carnivorous beastmen wasn't large—otherwise, humans would be treated as livestock and eventually devoured to extinction.
Beastman society now had synthetic protein meat products in a wide variety of flavors, but ultimately, they were just artificial imitations, unable to compare with real meat. This had led to numerous incidents where carnivorous beastmen attacked herbivorous ones.
If not for the High Evolutionary's secret rule behind the scenes, beastman society would likely have fractured into two opposing factions by now.
Boom!
Suddenly, a rocket slammed into the watchtower.
The Resistance, already in position, launched a fierce offensive.
Heavy weapons quickly blew holes through the outer wall, allowing mobile units to charge in.
The explosion's fireball engulfed the lounging lion general, throwing the sweatshop's beastman forces into total chaos.
In a direct confrontation, the Resistance was no match for the beastman army.
But their strategy wasn't to win head-on—it was a diversion to buy time for the elite squads to act.
This battle would undoubtedly cost the humans dearly, but if it led to victory, the bloodshed would be worth it.
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News of the sweatshop attacks spread rapidly.
Almost every news platform immediately reported the incident.
This was, in fact, a tactic of the High Evolutionary's propaganda machine—to incite hatred and resentment among beastmen toward humans.
To Allen, however, it was the signal to strike the satellite military bases.
He raised his hand, and three portals formed in front of him.
Each portal showed a solid metal wall beyond.
"Blast it!" Santiya ordered.
At her command, several soldiers rushed forward and planted high-yield explosives.
Because Allen had never been inside the military bases, he couldn't open a portal directly into them. Blowing the gates open was the only option.
Once the charges were set, the portal was immediately closed.
They timed the detonation for ten seconds. When the countdown ended, Allen reopened the portal.
This time, a gap wide enough for several people to pass through was visible.
"Soldiers, advance!"
At the command, fully armed troops charged through the portal without fear, quickly seizing the landing point.
Inside the base, the beastman troops could only utilize their full combat power when piloting aircraft or spaceships. In a confined indoor space, their effectiveness was drastically reduced.
In fact, they were less effective than their ground-based counterparts.
Moreover, most of them were pilots—not frontline fighters—and lacked the combat training of regular infantry.
"Suppressive fire!"
"Use the rocket launchers!"
"Breach the hatch!"
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Securing the base entrance went surprisingly smoothly. The surprise attack had left the enemy completely unprepared.
Allen had cleverly opened the portal at the flank rather than the main entrance.
This prevented the beastman soldiers from sealing off the airlock and trapping the elite team in a vacuum, where they would suffocate to death.
Pew-pew-pew…
Intense energy blasts blocked the elite team's advance.
"Well, well… Gauss rifles," Allen remarked.
He was still back at the Resistance's sewer base, but several large screens in front of him were live-streaming the battlefield.
Each squad was equipped with a camera, feeding constant footage back to command.
As for why Allen was watching? It was because he was in charge of fire support.
While the beastman soldiers in the base lacked close-quarters skill, their weapons were genuine high-tech arms from a spacefaring civilization—more than enough to pin down the attacking forces.
"Demacia!" Allen yelled.
He picked up a rocket launcher, loaded a round, and summoned a portal behind the beastman soldiers.
Boom!
The rocket exploded in the middle of their formation.
Whoosh…
Allen blew on the barrel of the launcher and sneered, "To die at the hands of Gotham's King of Artillery—you should count yourselves lucky."
"Now come taste my double-barreled happiness!"
One shot wasn't enough. Hoisting a launcher on each shoulder, Allen immediately turned to support the next battlefield.
After all, he had an entire stockpile of rockets beside him—more than enough to rain down destruction to his heart's content.