Mogansha stated seriously: "Indeed, I still possess latent power I have yet to unleash, but my concern is that even if I did, I fear it wouldn't be enough to defend against this relentless insectoid assault." Fang Senyan glanced at the battlefield once more and declared decisively: "It's not as dire as you imagine. The Thick Fluid Tribe is already at its breaking point.

Look at the remaining reserve forces in the valley—they are exclusively smaller Vespene units. If you can take out twenty Hydralisks, we can combine forces with the Gravel Detachment to suppress the rest of the Hydralisks with focused fire.

As for my overwhelming capability against Vespene—you should have confidence in that—then this mission stands a chance of success." Mogansha looked deeply at Fang Senyan: "Good!" With that, he holstered his Gold A and slowly drew out a broken short spear. Suddenly, without any apparent movement from Mogansha, the short spear emitted a blinding light!!

The light was brilliantly silver! And the butt of this seemingly unremarkable spear was wrapped with a crimson-as-blood banner, fluttering like fire on the battlefield.

Fang Senyan's pupils contracted sharply! The killing intent and sheer dominance emanating from this short spear surpassed even that of "Ambition"!

Though he couldn't discern its origin, Fang Senyan knew this was no ordinary artifact. Mogansha was already kneeling, muttering to himself: "My companion, I offer you my praise and sufficient tribute!" The short spear automatically floated into the air, emitting a low, vibrating hum: "Seek the enemy swiftly!" Mogansha’s thick lips moved up and down, his expression as devout and serious as a Voodoo practitioner: "I designate the Hydralisks before me as the enemies of Steel and Flame!" The short spear slowly ascended, the tip flashing with dazzling brilliance: "Slay without quarter!" Mogansha roared—this was the native tongue of his people, a battle cry usually shouted before slaughter or a major hunt!

"Aliyalaigu!" The short spear shot out like lightning! Leaving behind a deep, resonant whistle: "In the name of the Spartans!" Fang Senyan immediately took three deep breaths: "Could it be!

This short spear is the primary weapon once wielded by one of the 300 Spartans?" Amidst the darting, blinding silver light, one by one, the Hydralisks of the Thick Fluid Tribe were cleanly torn into chunks of flesh and green ichor! The light sequentially passed over five, then ten, then fifteen Hydralisks!

The short spear transformed into lightning, leaping wildly through the mass of Hydralisks. However, Fang Senyan noted that a few Elite Hydralisks, though severely wounded by the spear, managed to survive, suggesting this terrifying attack pattern likely only struck the same enemy once.

Otherwise, given its horrifying power, if it targeted Contractors with continuous piercing, no one could endure it. After slaying thirteen Hydralisks, Mogansha collapsed to his knees, panting heavily, his face ashen.

Fang Senyan tossed him a bottle of potent vodka; Mogansha couldn't even catch it. After a long pause, only when he managed to seize the flask with numb fingers and took a long swig did a bit of color return to his face.

Fang Senyan inquired tentatively: "It seems using that weapon's innate ability carries a heavy price?" Mogansha gave a wry smile: "To activate its inherent ability, one must completely exhaust their spiritual energy, plus pay 1000 Universal Points per 1 point of Potential spent. Afterward comes a five-second paralysis, and there's a 20% chance the ability will fail!

I was lucky this time and didn't hit that threshold." Mogansha then looked at Fang Senyan meaningfully: "As for that hidden capability you possess, Sailor, I wonder when I might be treated to another demonstration." Fang Senyan chuckled: "Go contact Lieutenant Colonel Dundee and ask them to suppress those remaining few Hydralisks. As for my ultimate move, you’ll see it soon enough." Saying this, Fang Senyan donned his helmet, patted the flamethrower in his hands, and then charged straight down toward the fray!

Two blazing dragons of fire immediately roared out, engulfing large swathes of Vespene units! One of Lieutenant Colonel Dundee’s own Pyros had died during the retreat, so upon seeing that familiar, rampaging pillar of fire, they almost mistook it for their fallen comrade resurrected to protect them once more!

This time, with the coordinated support of the allies, the pressure Fang Senyan faced during his flamethrower assault was far less intense. This allowed him to utilize his flamethrower effectively, typically alternating between the left and right nozzles to give the two output pipes reasonable cooling time, maximizing the operational duration of the weapon!

The flames rolled fiercely; every burst enveloped at least five or six Vespene units. Once scorched by the flames, they suffered continuous damage, their health steadily depleting.

If a Vespene unit was engulfed by the flamethrower for three seconds, the ensuing residual fire damage was usually enough to burn it alive. However, their death was not instantaneous; they often survived for five or six seconds before perishing, and their final desperate counterattacks during that time frequently inflicted fatal damage upon the flamethrower operator.

For a standard Pyro, even with their unit's special aptitude granting suppression against Vespene, they could, at most, handle about twenty Vespene units individually, or the dying Vespene’s final spasm would take their life. This was under the most favorable theoretical terrain conditions; if the Vespene spread out on open ground and flanked from all sides, the Pyro would find himself in a dire situation, capable of handling perhaps only five or six units before being overwhelmed.

But for Fang Senyan, who possessed extraordinary resilience under Vespene attacks, he could emulate the exploits of Zhao Zilong at Changban—fighting deep into the Vespene tide and emerging. The final death throes of the Vespene units were akin to mosquito bites for him, so long as they didn't land a critical hit.

Fang Senyan, the Pyro, crisscrossed the battlefield, darting back and forth, occasionally using buildings and remaining caltrops for cover to catch his breath and pace himself. Soon, he had fearlessly drawn in and eliminated the vast majority of the remaining Vespene.

Five minutes passed quickly, and Fang Senyan immediately received the system notification: "You have completed the Emergency Mission: Bloody Five Minutes." "The mission was received on your behalf by the Goblin Thrall Gold Mine; the Goblin Race's special ability: Meticulousness LV15 is taking effect." "You are deemed to have accepted/completed the mission using the current world's maximum Charm value (50 points)." "Your reputation within the Black Thorn Tribe has instantly advanced from Indifferent to Friendly." "Your Merit Value +2." In that instant, Fang Senyan was moved to tears—finally, he was benefiting from the high Charm treatment! And it was done using the default, absolute maximum Charm value!

His reputation skipped directly from Indifferent past Neutral straight to Friendly, a clear level jump, whereas Mogansha, who also accepted the mission, received +2 Merit Value but only advanced from Indifferent to Neutral reputation! Once the Hydralisks on the battlefield were completely cleared, not only had Fang Senyan and his allies completed the mission, but they had also managed to preserve the first ruined defensive line.

Two Tongue-Spine Bunkers could still be seen standing forlornly, their surfaces riddled with wounds oozing blood. It seemed they might collapse into a pool of gore at any second.

Fortunately, these structures were extensions of the insectoid base's organs. After the Creep decomposed the corpses on the battlefield, the resulting nutrients were prioritized to replenish damaged organs, allowing them to recover health at a commendable rate.

This applied to the wounded insectoid creatures as well. On the front line, only two or three of the Black Thorn Tribe insectoids summoned by the Spawning Pool managed to survive, appearing utterly desolate.

In this battle, another member of the Gravel Detachment was killed. He had already been severely wounded, and during the fighting, he was directly hit by acid spat by a Hydralisk.

His battered helmet was immediately half-corroded, leading to his instantaneous death. The event was so sudden that even Mogansha, adept at battlefield support, could not intervene.

Up to this point, these soldiers had watched comrades fall one after another. Consequently, all the survivors sat dejectedly amidst the blood, removing their helmets to silently smoke, bandage wounds, and inject antibiotics.

It was then that Fang Senyan approached Lieutenant Colonel Dundee, his expression displeased: "Colonel, I must criticize a major flaw in your command! You possess ranged fire superiority; why the need to hold this exact position?

The hill behind you offers an excellent interception position, over five to six meters higher than our current elevation. If the Hydralisks wanted to target you, they would have to shoot at a steep upward angle!

Under those circumstances, first, Vespene units relying on melee attacks would have to reroute, unable to directly assault you up close. Second, high-angle fire from Hydralisks significantly reduces accuracy.

Your survivability would have drastically increased!" Lieutenant Colonel Dundee remained silent, his face looking grim. Fang Senyan continued with a tone of heavy disappointment: "If your decision had been correct, then this brave soldier would not have had to die!" Mogansha listened, surveyed the surroundings, and stepped forward as well: "He speaks the truth.

No matter how you look at it, the spot you occupied was a death trap, wholly unsuitable for defense. The thoughts of the bugs are hard to fathom, but I find it difficult to believe that soldiers who have received proper training and possess tactical awareness would make such a fundamental error."