?Reading on mobile phone Qin Feng entered the monitoring room with some disappointment. He never thought such an event—of magical beings launching an invasion—could actually happen. Moreover, if one delves deeper, it's clearly connected to him personally. Had it not been for his fierce campaigns against the vampire and spirit-witch factions in Europe, which left them scattered and devastated, they would never have united and taken the bold step of making a stand. The concept of the "Realm of Magic Gate"? He'd never even heard of it. "He leader sighed, saying, 'They were forced to open the Gate of the Magical Realm because you've been treating them unfairly—this is directly tied to you!' 'Uh,' he replied, his expression tightening. 'Is that really something I'm not generous enough about? Isn't it natural for people to have grievances and seek retribution? Besides, you easily defeated me, but who would you go to for first-hand information? Though he's rather difficult to deal with, he knows a lot about the magical race, and crucially, he knows where the forward base has been established. If I eliminate him, I'll have to go digging all on my own. Wei Qingtian waved a hand, saying, 'Let's focus on the current crisis. As for how the magical race came to be, that's no longer important. Xiao Feng, what's your take?' Qin, after a moment's thought, replied, 'As the saying goes, "When the army comes, the general meets them; when the water comes, the earth holds it." I believe we should act now, while other magical clans haven't arrived yet, and nip their schemes in the bud.'" "By that, you mean leading the cultivators to destroy them?" He asked. He nodded, saying, "Exactly!" "But according to the one inside, the flying cockroaches are quite formidable—he couldn't even match a count-level vampire, and currently, in the Chinese cultivation world, there aren't many cultivators above count level." He explained. Qin Shao once again felt defeated. If only he had known back then how essential they would be, he wouldn't have driven them to extinction so thoroughly. Now, he has no reliable assistants left—everything has to be handled personally. Still, it wasn't such a bad thing. He was used to working alone; sometimes, having too many people around was actually a burden. "In my opinion, the most important thing right now is to fully understand the enemy's situation." "Old Master Wei said: 'Only then can we make effective judgments, while simultaneously preparing personnel and weapons. There's one more crucial point—can our modern weapons effectively inflict damage on the magical race? If yes, that would be ideal. If not, we're truly in trouble.' The two could clearly sense the implication: if human weapons cannot kill the magical beings, then they'd only be able to endure relentless suffering. 'You mean, I should conduct some experiments?' Qin Shao raised an eyebrow. Old Master Wei smiled, knowing that dealing with intelligent people was always hassle-free—having just started, the other party already anticipated the outcome. 'Exactly. Take all our current weapons, both those already in service and those currently under research, and test them thoroughly.' He spoke with conviction. 'Send the results promptly. I'll coordinate with the Academy's scientists to accelerate development, aiming to be fully prepared before the magical race launches its large-scale invasion!' Qin Shao paused, then nodded in agreement. He Muqing suggested, "Since this is an investigation and experimental mission, we shouldn't assign too many personnel. I think it would be best to hand it over to the Special Operations Team!" The elder frowned, "Only four of you? Will that be enough?" "More than enough," Qin Feng smiled. "This is a perfect opportunity to earn recognition and rewards, isn't it, Qingqing?" The leader gave him a withering look, though honestly, she truly thought that too. "Very well, then," the elder said seriously. "I'll have the relevant departments begin preparations. You're to get ready as well and be ready to depart at a moment's notice!" The next morning, at dawn, several prominent figures from the military and political spheres gathered together. Wei Qingtian briefly outlined the situation, leaving everyone in the room utterly astonished. These seasoned leaders had seen much of the world and were well aware of things that ordinary citizens often didn't know—such as the existence of cultivators within the Chinese state, or the presence of vampire, wizard, and werewolf clans in Europe. Yet when they heard of the demonic invasion, they were still quite shaken. The blood elves, werewolves, and wraiths—how could they possibly stand against them? Could a regular army withstand such a force? Could the cultivators? How could they possibly resist the demonic invasion? A series of pressing questions now stood before the senior leaders. "Right away, the elder countered, 'We don't need to do that. They're used to freedom—they don't like the bureaucratic routines of the official world, nor do they appreciate surface-level tasks. So...' 'I also think it's quite necessary,' another senior official interrupted, saying, 'Although we constantly emphasize our commitment to serving the people, the members of the Special Task Force are distinct in status from regular soldiers and officers. They deserve special treatment!' 'What kind of special treatment?' the elder was taken aback. The third senior official spoke calmly, 'Promotions. Give them a rank increase—especially Qin Feng, who is truly the backbone of the group. I believe it's appropriate to directly appoint him as a general, even though he's still young and has limited experience. Looking at his achievements, a general's rank is far from excessive!' The elder widened his eyes—bestowing a general's rank on that young man seemed rather generous. But he quickly realized that these senior figures were well aware of their intentions—they wanted to attract and retain talent during the crisis. As the saying goes, "a generous reward brings out courage," so that the Special Unit would be fully committed and dedicated when carrying out its missions. Moreover, since the fight against the demonic forces would inevitably involve the involvement of the cultivation world, the Special Unit would naturally serve as the bridge between the secular world and the cultivation realm, as its members are both high-ranking military officers and cultivators—something they could not avoid. The elder smiled and nodded. "Since everyone agrees this is the right course of action, let's proceed that way."