Chapter 600: Betrayal in the Battle Zone

Are you crazy?! Kim Taehyung! You…

Bang!!!

A massive double-handed axe came crashing down, its violent impact turning the man’s shocked cry into a muffled groan.

The battle began.

With three South Korean Awakeners teaming up with the Otherworldly Ghosts subjugated by Yenir, in the blink of an eye the South Korean Peak fighter at the front was pummeled by a barrage of attacks.

The quickly erected Spirit Shield flickered wildly like a fragile soap bubble.

A surge of shock mixed with fury surged forth.

Seeing his comrades suddenly betrayed—and even three additional Peak fighters closing in to strangulate them—the North Korean Awakener’s eyes widened in terror as he instinctively tried to flee.

Though cautious, he had already sensed looming danger.

But he never imagined that these South Koreans would betray their own!

Nothing is more lethal than betrayal by one’s own.

A bloodcurdling scream and the shattering of spirit energy marked the moment when one of the three North Korean Peak fighters, who hadn’t even had time to escape, was gravely injured.

An axe snaked into his scapula, crushing half his body; knowing escape was impossible, this Third-Stage fighter collapsed, crying out in anguished fury.

“Why?!”

“Why betray us?!”

“Are you insane?!”

His eyes burned red in disbelief.

He couldn’t fathom why six Third-Stage Peak fighters would continue relentlessly assaulting his comrades.

This isn’t the battlefield out there—damn it!

Though the North and South Koreans were forced into cooperation,

in the national war they were undeniably on the same side!

Every casualty meant lost points and a sharp drop in rankings. Worse yet, any nation hurt in battle would quickly become prey for another. He couldn’t understand how these South Koreans, however displeased they were, had any reason to team up with another battle zone—let alone betray them!

Isn’t that asking for death?! Isn’t it like severing your own limb?!

Silence followed.

Several South Korean Peak fighters, pressed into action, sighed and planned to explain later.

Unlike the beleaguered South Koreans, they could constantly sense a man watching them from behind—a potent aura of death that refused to fade.

If they dared hesitate, they were as good as dead…

Sorry, saving a dead teammate doesn’t keep you alive—they had no choice.

When facing the godlike Yenir, they’d rather turn on their own.

They couldn’t even imagine how brutal death would be at the hands of the former; just look at Park Chan-eun…

Damn, his cock was obliterated, and yet that demonic god still wouldn’t let him off.

As for the latter…

The North Korean Peak fighters were already weaker than them. With twice their combat power, overpowering them was a breeze.

In such circumstances, even fools knew which side to choose.

Even a few South Korean Awakeners thought that, given such a drastic turn in the national war, surrendering to Yenir early might actually be a good idea!

Surely that demonic god would demand a sacrifice, right? Those who had followed him from the start would likely be spared.

The more they thought about it, the more convinced they became—and with self-brainwashing, several South Korean Third-Stage Peak fighters attacked with even more fervor!

Meanwhile, hidden in the background,

watching the overly earnest South Korean Peak fighters, Yenir raised an eyebrow and let out a soft chuckle.

He was already prepared to step in again if needed.

But judging by the state of the battle, it was highly unlikely that he’d need to act.

Six Third-Stage fighters against three—there was no way they could lose…

“These South Koreans are quite something…”

“Turning on their own, just like in the old days.”

Shaking his head, Yenir inexplicably recalled a historic Korean campaign. They said that in that conflict, these South Koreans were poor fighters yet the fastest at fleeing among the allied forces.

Later, when captured, they would ruthlessly beat their own comrades with astonishing ferocity.

Such bizarre behavior was truly unprecedented in history.

………..

Three minutes later.

Looking at the North Korean Awakeners sprawled across the ground, faces filled with grief and anger, and the Chinese Military huddled behind Yenir watching the spectacle, everyone fell silent.

Especially as they watched Yenir prepare to step forward and rally everyone—the admiration and mixed emotions in their eyes nearly burst forth.

“Captain… are we really just going to bungle through this national war…?”

“Where do we even come in… if we keep fighting, our numbers will only swell…”

While munching on a hastily procured bag of compressed biscuits, a Third-Stage Advanced fighter whispered to Wang Tiejun.

Though rigorously trained and fully aware that eating during combat was forbidden—and that past national wars were fraught with peril demanding constant vigilance—he couldn’t help himself.

But…

Since the start of the national war, all they’d done was watch the show, leaving everyone hungry…

Speechless.

Crouched on the ground, idly doodling circles, Wang Tiejun silently grabbed a biscuit from a teammate and chomped on it noisily.

After a long silence, he managed a wry smile and nodded.

“I guess so… but we still have to, um, try our best to cooperate with Yenir’s operations.”

“We’re not here for sightseeing either.”

“This is a national war! We must give it our all and prepare for the worst-case scenario!”

Stammering and at a loss for words, Wang Tiejun braced himself and reiterated what the Prime Minister had told them upon his arrival.

Mercy be upon them—in preparation, they had truly readied themselves for death, envisioning countless crises and even daring suicidal charges to carve a bloody path with Yenir.

But now…

If this continues, Yenir might end up capturing more Third-Stage Peak fighters than our entire squad…

For some reason, he suddenly looked forward to the moment when the Prime Minister and the others would see them emerge.

If all goes well…

Damn, it’s terrifying…

……………

In Reality: Huaxia Battle Zone, Capital Military District.

“Prime Minister, it’s so late. Aren’t you going to rest?”

In the quiet Prime Minister’s office, Li Xuanguo repeatedly flipped through the documents on the table, still warm to the touch.

The file, hastily delivered from the Military Department moments ago, still carried the residual warmth of the printer.

He silently waved his hand, signaling the Secretary General not to worry about him.

His eyes, fixed on the documents, betrayed only suppressed anger and deep concern.

After a long moment, he sighed deeply and slowly closed his eyes.

“Can we confirm that Lu Haishan and the others have contacted the neighboring countries?”

His voice was dry and hoarse.

Intelligence reported that within the first three hours of the national war, the Military—controlled by old-guard Third-Stage Peak fighters—had secretly reached out to high-ranking officials in neighboring countries.

According to leaked intel, both Japan and India—the two strongest nations in the national war—had already learned the specific details of the Huaguo delegation.

Although he had suspected that Lu Haishan and the others might pull something like this, witnessing it unfold left Li Xuanguo feeling utterly powerless.

How is this any different from selling military secrets during war!?

This is… treason!!

Hearing the bitterness in Li Xuanguo’s voice, the Secretary General was momentarily stunned before returning a bitter smile:

“Yes, Prime Minister.”

“It appears Yenir and his group might really be in trouble…”

“But I believe fortune favors the virtuous. Perhaps… maybe a miracle will occur. All we can do now is wait…”