Near a location close to the Arctic, where the only trees are slow-growing conifers, the landscape is overwhelmingly white. Scott kneels on the ground with deep reverence, first folding his hands and murmuring softly, then slowly opening his eyes and lifting his gaze to the endless sky. It's no wonder Qin Feng and his team couldn't find him—he's hidden all the way near the Arctic Circle. Suddenly, a bright red spot appears in the sky, bursts into life, then transforms into deep blue and gradually expands. With a look of joy, Scott excitedly mutters, "Excellent! The reinforcements have finally arrived. Now I can finally avenge my fallen comrades. Qin, you'll regret this—watch out, I'll tear you to pieces. And that troublesome girl as well—she's going to meet the same fate." At this moment, all he thinks about is avenging his men. After much careful consideration, he finally settled on this location. Once reinforcements arrive, the forward base will move to a site closer to the North Pole, to avoid being discovered before construction is complete. Here, the snow is thick and white—provided proper camouflage is maintained, even satellites in orbit would find it difficult to spot. Moreover, thanks to the thick ice, construction can be carried out by drilling directly beneath the surface. Who could have imagined that? Huff, huff, whoosh, whoosh... Numerous large flying cockroaches now come into view, which excites him even more, as large cockroaches are tougher and build bases faster than medium-sized ones. Clearly, the people above, having suffered previous losses, have decided to send only large cockroaches, thus avoiding making them expendable once again. Following these fifty or sixty large cockroaches are species resembling a hybrid of elongated sharks and eels, their long tails swaying as if they were swimming underwater rather than flying through the air. "And the dragon sharks—what a wonderful addition!" He jumped up excitedly from the snow. Simply having the large flying roaches was already enough to make him delighted, and with dozens of dragon sharks joining in, avenging his fallen subordinates became even more achievable. As a magical warrior, he had only been able to lead medium-sized flying roaches—being granted a large one as his personal mount was already a significant honor. Dragon sharks, a higher-tier species, were typically commanded only by high-ranking magical officers. He even began to wonder if, upon completing this mission, he might be promoted from warrior to general. That would indeed be wonderful. At the very end of the formation, a particularly massive dragon shark led the way—its combat prowess rivaled that of ten large flying roaches, its body armored with a shell stronger than metal by dozens of times, capable of descending hundreds of meters with a mere flick of its tail. "Such a splendid array," he remarked. Hoo-hoo-hoo… The large cockroach and the dragon shark hovered thirty meters above the ground, paying him a respectful salute. For a moment, Scotty's confidence soared to an unprecedented level—far beyond simply constructing the forward base. Even if asked to lead these troops against all of humanity, he wouldn't have flinched. "Ha-ha-ha! My superiors truly have faith in me. Sending such a strong contingent is no small thing. I won't let you down!" he shouted, his voice strained. "Truth be told, I still feel rather uneasy," a slightly cold female voice replied, as though emanating from deep beneath the earth, making those who heard it feel not just chilled to the bone, but also unexpectedly afraid. Puff… He involuntarily knelt on the ground, his trembling lips murmuring, "General... General... How could you have come personally? I... " The woman cut him off, saying, "I don't need to hear your excuses. I gave you a chance, yet you failed to fulfill your duty. You must truly believe that, as a mere warrior, you have any chance of leading large flying cockroaches and dragon sharks, don't you? You're always dreaming up impossible things." Scotty looked utterly flustered, stammering, "No... I never dared to think that. How could I possibly rise to such a position?" "Good," the woman's tone grew stern. "Your failure has brought me scorn and even rebukes at the Mage Council. All of this is due entirely to your incompetence. If it weren't for your loyalty over the years, I would have beheaded you already." He quickly bowed low, saying, "It is my incompetence. For the many favors you have shown me, I swear to repay them with deeds and serve you faithfully as a loyal attendant." "Hmm. Then let's see how you fare. If the next figures fail to satisfy me, I shall personally behead you." The female voice came from the largest of the dragon sharks. The shark shook its head, and then a woman clad in brown leather armor appeared. Standing atop the shark's head, she had a refined, oval face, her expression cold and composed. With the features of a European woman—deep-set eyes, blue irises, a high nose, a well-proportioned full mouth, and a sharp chin—her golden wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders. The leather armor hugged her body tightly, accentuating her graceful figure, with a well-defined hourglass silhouette and two long, elegant legs. She wore black high-heeled combat boots. The woman's height exceeded one meter eighty, though not comparable to Scotty's nearly three-meter stature in terms of sheer presence—she clearly commanded a more imposing aura. As for Scotty himself, he was full of deference, his body trembling, barely daring to meet the other's eyes. "General Meili, I promise I won't let you down. If I fail once again, I won't need you to take any action—I'll take my own life," Scotty declared with earnest conviction. General Meili, a mage of marshal rank from the Magic Realm, was in charge of the Earth invasion mission. "I'll give you one more chance—don't let me down," Meili said coldly. "Under your orders, yes, sir," Scotty continued to bow. Growing impatient, she waved a graceful hand and asked, "You claim the cultivators have disrupted our plans—please tell me in detail: how many are there, and what is their strength?" "Scotty said, lowering his head, 'At first, it was a young man who introduced himself as Qin Feng. He wasn't my match, and though he wasn't strong, he constantly resorted to underhanded tactics. My troops and I suffered some losses. Then came a young woman—clearly much stronger than Qin Feng. She kept me pinned down while Qin Feng launched surprise attacks on my men. Before long, they were all defeated.' Mirelle furrowed her brows. 'Qin Feng—a cultivator. As a cultivator, he hasn't yet ascended to the realm of deities. Yet you couldn't even manage such a straightforward opponent. Are you truly falling behind, or have you truly declined, Scotty?' 'Your servant is deeply sorry,' Scotty quickly bowed, apologizing. Though the general had just said he wouldn't kill him, he still felt it necessary to be more humble, lest the general change his mind."