Global Catastrophe: I Became the World Tree-Chapter 162 - 141 Assistance in Defense_2

The Mutated Parrot stopped speaking and silently waited where it stood.

As for Zhang Ji, he also used the communicator to promptly inform everyone that reinforcements would soon be arriving and not to aim their guns haphazardly.

No sooner had he given the order than his adjutant reported a large group of Mutated Animals appearing from the southwest.

Upon hearing the news, Zhang Ji realized he had inexplicably let out a sigh of relief.

There was no helping it, the pressure the Mutated Insects had put on them over the past half hour had been a bit too much.

He immediately asked his adjutant for binoculars and peered into the distance.

The first thing that caught his eye was a large flock of Mutated Black Crows, over 200 Second Order Mutated Black Crows flying from afar, giving the impression of a dark cloud drawing near.

However, the negotiations that morning had involved a bigger spectacle, so the shock Zhang Ji felt this time wasn’t as intense.

What he felt more was anticipation.

He was eager to know just how strong the combat abilities of these Second Order Mutated Animals were and how much they could lighten their burden.

Below the flock of birds, the forest sea trembled as two particularly huge Mutated Buffaloes led the charge, rampaging without care and breaking smaller trees directly in their path. freewebnøvel.coɱ

Following them were 13 other Mutated Buffaloes of considerable size. Although there were only 15 buffaloes in the group, their charge gave the impression of an army of thousands.

In the three days since the Spiritual Energy Resurgence, Ye Feng hadn’t let his animal subordinates idle.

He had them gather all the Mutated Animals around the city outskirts.

Especially the animals he had contracts with, were a key target for recruitment.

In total, 39 Mutated Buffaloes were found, now divided into three groups with exactly 13 in each.

Ye Feng felt it was a pity that the number of wild Mutated Buffaloes was indeed small. In full quota, one Third Order Mutated Buffalo leading 200 Second Order Mutated Buffaloes would make for a truly spectacular charge.

"So strong!" Zhang Ji couldn’t help but exclaim as he watched the two approaching groups of Mutated Animals.

"Sigh, the Dragon Hall has just been rebuilt, and we can only use them to make up the numbers. Back in the day, the spectacle of the Alien Beast Army, 100,000 strong, was truly magnificent. It’s a pity about that battle..."

Zhang Ji, who was listening attentively to the side, felt frustrated when the other party didn’t continue.

"Parrot Messenger, was the Dragon Hall really that powerful back then? Then why did no Divine Spirits survive afterward?" Zhang Ji couldn’t help asking.

"That is a secret not to be disclosed. You’d better forget what I just said," the Mutated Parrot glanced at him and said indifferently.

How could he speak of it when he hadn’t even fabricated a story?

Zhang Ji appeared a bit disappointed, but quickly perked up and then ordered the soldiers around the mine to coordinate defense with the friendly forces.

But what happened next was surprising.

The group of Mutated Buffaloes stopped upon entering the mine’s defense perimeter and then began patrolling around the outskirts of the mine.

Wherever the herd of Mutated Buffaloes went, the previously rather frenzied Mutated Insects scattered like mice before a cat and fled in all directions.

Even after the Mutated Buffaloes left, the insects dared not return.

And on the rare occasion that a few inherently fierce Mutated Insects were unwilling to leave, they would be targeted by the Mutated Black Crows circling in the sky and quickly dealt with.

Insects, even when mutated, are utterly defenseless against Mutated Animals of the same rank.

The Mutated Insects that had been a thorny issue for the soldiers of the Sixth Battalion were dispatched as if it were child’s play.

This scene left all the soldiers and officers somewhat dumbfounded, even doubting if they were fully awake.

Zhang Ji, through his binoculars, saw everything clearly. While he was shocked, he was also full of confusion,

He had originally thought that even if they managed to drive away the Mutated Insects, there would at least be a battle.

Fortunately for him, there was a knowledgeable bird by his side.

So, he directly asked, "Parrot Messenger, why is this happening?"

"What else could it be? The survival of the fittest, this is the law of nature!"

"In the eyes of those Mutated Insects, you are food, so of course they will attack frantically."

"But we are the predators, isn’t it very normal for them to run away?" the Mutated Parrot said with a laugh.

Zhang Ji felt a pain in his chest, as if someone had stabbed him there and then stirred the knife viciously.

"Haha, just kidding. The leading two Mutated Buffalos are both at the Third Order, their presence is enough to scare away any Second Order Mutated Organisms. So wherever they go, those Mutated Insects will flee."

"However, this presence won’t last too long, so tell your soldiers to stay alert. Don’t let those Mutated Insects launch a surprise attack and injure anyone," the Mutated Parrot reminded him.

Zhang Ji finally felt a bit better, but he understood that many honest words are often said in jest, just like what the other had said just now.

"Understood, I will instruct them to be careful," Zhang Ji immediately responded.

"Alright, I’m off to the next mine," the Mutated Parrot said before taking off into the air.

Subsequently, Ye Feng faced no more instances of being held at gunpoint when visiting the other two mines. Clearly, the teams stationed there had already received advance notice.

With the military’s active cooperation, everything went very smoothly, and the other two teams quickly took over the defense of the remaining mines.

After completing all this, Ye Feng, controlling the Mutated Parrot, flew towards Yang City.

This was the first time both sides formally cooperated, so naturally, the Mutated Panda, as the mascot, couldn’t just sit idle.

Ye Feng wasn’t clear on how to enable the Mutated Panda to collect the Power of Faith; therefore, he needed to continue trying to establish a positive image for it.

Soon, the Mutated Parrot found the large Panda and conveyed the purpose of its visit to the staff following the Panda.

They hoped that the municipal department would cooperate with this operation and hold a special event or a live broadcast to promote the friendly cooperation between the two parties.

Of course, the municipal department would not reject the Mutated Parrot’s proposal, and the publicity department quickly got to work.

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And the ones who felt the greatest impact from all these changes were neither the soldiers who were defending nor the civilians preparing to watch the live broadcast.

It was the workers toiling away in the mines.

In the Red Rock Mine, a dark-skinned middle-aged man was lifting a huge rock with a pickaxe.

But beneath the rock, there hid a Mutated Centipede, half a meter in length.

Upon seeing the centipede, the middle-aged man’s face turned pale with fright, and he let out a terrified shout, dropping the rock and running for his life.

But as fast as the man’s reaction was, the Mutated Centipede’s was faster; it bent its body, then shot out like a slingshot, aiming straight for the man’s back.

The sharp mandibles of the centipede drew closer and closer to the man’s neck. If it caught up, the man would likely lose his life the next moment.

This scene, naturally, was also witnessed by the surrounding people, and even the patrolling soldiers not far away saw it, but everything happened too swiftly for anyone to assist in time.

Just when everyone thought the worker was doomed, a dark shadow swooped down from the sky with incredible speed and caught the centipede before it could reach the man, grabbing it with its claws.

Then, with a tightening of the talons, the immense force directly chopped the centipede into three pieces.

The Mutated Black Crow, which had easily dispatched the Mutated Centipede, flapped its wings and soared back into the sky, circling the area, its eyes closely monitoring below, ready to strike again at any moment.

"Scared the hell out of me," said the middle-aged man as he collapsed to the ground, gasping for air.

"Old Zhang, you’ve got some serious luck this time. After you go back, you should burn some paper to thank your ancestors for their protection," said a colleague nearby, still shaken from the event.

Old Zhang, sitting on the ground, nodded in response to his colleague’s words, then shook his head.

"The ancestors surely deserve respect, but we must also thank these Mutated Beings. I’ve heard they’re called Dragon Hall, right? They’re going to build statues all around the city. I’ll go and pay my respects," he said.