Alexander did not rush to issue another command, quietly observing the hysterical crowd below.
After five minutes, his cold voice rang out, unemotionally interrupting the survivors' outburst, and he ordered:
"All survivors, immediately clean up the battlefield and return to Base Two to absorb the beetles, then move on to the next swarm!"
The emotions that had been suppressed for so long could not be vented in just five minutes. However, in the face of Alexander's somewhat callous command, no one hesitated; everyone got up immediately and began to clean up the battlefield efficiently.
Every survivor glanced up at the sky where Alexander stood, even though they could only see a blanket of mist, their eyes filled with fervor and reverence. At that moment, Alexander was like a god to them, a deity surpassing all others!
