“Don’t…” The uncle’s hoarse voice barely managed to speak as he cried out with a torn heart, “Don’t kill yourself…”

A creature’s instinct was to live and a species’ instinct was to continue. Humans never went gently into that good night.

Facing the Simpson Cage, An Zhe finally felt the panic of death. He looked at Uncle Shu and asked softly—but also asking himself, “But can you still live?”

Uncle Shu’s consciousness was no longer clear. He slowly shook his head and looked up at the distant sky. His eyes suddenly stopped. After two seconds of silence, he wheezed a few times and showed an excited expression.

A low hum that was different from the howl of a monster was heard in the sky. An Zhe suddenly raised his head. Far away on the golden horizon, a group of neatly arranged black shadows flew to this side, long tail dragging through the clouds.

“Fighter… plane.” An Zhe heard Uncle Shu say.

He knew it was a plane. Looking up at the familiar shape, An Zhe suddenly felt a sincere joy.

They didn’t send any help signals to the Northern Base yet the fighter formation of the Northern Base came to support the institute. Not long ago, Polly urged Tang Lan to help the base if the institute ceased to exist, regardless of suspicion. Now it was the base who came to help the institute regardless of suspicion. It was at the moment when everything was destined to end.

Polly was right. His race was despicable and noble. One could use the greatest malice to speculate on human behaviour while also believing in human kindness and tolerance. However, the artificial magnetic poles had failed. What about the base? What happened to Lu Feng? Or did the base no longer exist? Where would he be? An Zhe knew that Lu Feng would give everything for the base until the day when the base no longer needed him.

Tears fell from An Zhe’s eyes. His love and hate seemed worthless in this grand doomsday. Lu Feng had Lu Feng’s mission and he had his fate.

He took one more step.

Boom—

A miniature nuclear bomb was released from the ejection hole of PL1109 and blocked the upward path of the monsters below with a loud nose. A mountain peak was destined to be a target but it was also destined to be easy to defend against attacks.

“Open the hatch.” A cold and calm voice was heard.

“Ready the glider.”

“There is a bit of a problem. Wait a minute,” the flight technician told him.

The fighter plane was diving and the hatch opened with a mechanical creaking sound. Lu Feng took the glider wing handed over by a soldier.

Hubbard asked, “Do you want to go down?”

“Yes.”

“It was for the benefit of humanity when you assisted the underground city.” Hubbard watched him. “Now? Will the Trial Court help the heterogeneous?”