Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high!

"Pfft~"

Like a watermelon pierced through, juice shot out from the arrow lodged in the skull.

The bioengineered soldier with a hole in his forehead still charged forward valiantly, as if a small headshot was not worth mentioning.

Their modified bodies had a trait that resisted death, allowing them to ignore fatal wounds to a certain extent, which often resulted in an unimaginable will to fight.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

Not until several more arrows struck various parts of their bodies, especially the five arrows in the legs significantly reducing their mobility, did the rhino-like charge of the Biochemical Squadron begin to slow down.

The distance to the invaders was still... 11 meters.

But in this state, they were already incapable of defeating the enemy.

Retreat!

Simple and rigid commands dominated the will of these bioengineered soldiers. Realizing that the opponent was unbeatable, they turned to flee, but the way back was already a path of blood.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

The sound of wind-breaking arrows continued to play cruelly and coldly. The four-person bioengineered patrol squad didn't manage to truly touch the enemy from the beginning to the end.

And there stood the figure with the bow and arrow, not even having moved an inch from start to finish.

Bai E pinched the last arrow in the quiver, squinting to aim at the back of the last bioengineered soldier still capable of moving.

Fire!

"Pfft!"

The long arrow passed through the heart.

…

[You have completely killed the target, the battle is over, you have earned 140 points of combat experience.]

63 points of mastery experience for ranged weapons, 140 points of combat experience... Combat indeed is the fastest way to improve oneself.

Bai E folded the Compound Bow and waved his hand behind him, "Continue the dissection."

Stepping forward to retrieve the arrows, his teammates who were idle wasted no time in rushing forward.

"You rest, you rest, leave the battlefield cleanup to us."

"..."

What's called professionalism?

Truly elite!

Only after the battle ended did the two scientific researchers approach with faces full of awe.

They had seen the military's combat capabilities before, but it mostly involved blasting away with rifles and cannons, or hacking with large blades.

When had they ever witnessed such an elegant and ice-cold efficiency of slaughter with cold weapons?

"You really are amazing," said Miss Aryan, her eyes practically brimming with stars.

Likok, too, patted the arm of Bai E, who was a head taller than him, with relief, "Lucky to have you with us... Come, join me in another experiment."

It was still an issue of radio communication distance. They had ventured further into the ruins than before, and whether or not the range of the radio communications changed would explain certain things.

The result appeared quickly—communications could no longer be received at approximately 30 meters.

"An electronic demon?"

Observing Likok, who frowned as if pondering something after getting the answer, Bai E asked softly beside him.

After joining this operation, Bai E also gained more information about the background of this world.

The major factor limiting technological development in this world was the electronic demon existing within all network signals, devouring all network fluctuations as its food. Anything that existed in the network could not escape its eyes.

Upon its birth, the entirety of the electronic network became the foundation for its existence.

As long as the network remained, it would never be destroyed.

The limited efficiency of the local area networks used by modern cities is precisely because of this. If any part of the network transmission efficiency... or rather, the scale, the volume, or the technological level, reached a certain standard, the electronic demon would immediately arrive.

The only way to oppose it is network silence.

Without network fluctuations, there is no food for it.

Essentially, it's like "starving" it to death...

And now, the "unscientific" disappearance of radio signals, does it mean... it's been eaten?

A distant, small-scale local area network can't meet the criteria for its arrival, but not eating what's brought to its mouth would seem disrespectful.

If it has not disappeared, then there's no basis for the completion of this mission.

"...Yes," Likok nodded gravely, willing to reveal some of his not yet certain thoughts to this astute soldier.

It's easy to talk about expelling a tiger to swallow a wolf, but what if the tiger arrives and the wolf can't be swallowed?

That was the reason for his brief emotional loss of control wanting to escape. If the electronic demon had not dissipated, they might indeed have to wait another 69 years.

No matter what the future holds, it always remains an indiscernible fog.

A technological advance that can't be continuously used and developed will end up losing its lineage.

Without practice, without learning, and even if there are technological documents for reference, after decades or a century it's uncertain if anyone will know how to use them.

Today's technology is already much less advanced than it was centuries ago. Whether humanity, after another 69 years of technological decline, could reactivate this base and have sufficient technological accumulation or resources to rebuild a world-network-based strategic system is unknown.

In short, the future is always disappointing and bewildering when one cannot grasp it in their hands.

Faced with this sudden discovery, he too was full of uncertainty.

Touching the pale blue glow tubes protected by reinforced glass and embedded in the metal walls deeper inside, Likok sighed lightly, "Do you recognize this?"