Lord of the Time: I Can Reincarnate Infinitely

The aftermath of the fourth wave had barely settled, and the students, along with the exhausted soldiers, sought a momentary respite on the battlefield. Weary bodies sprawled across the grassy plain, seeking solace in brief moments of rest. The wounded were tended to, and the fallen were mourned.

Just as a semblance of calm settled in, the blaring alarm pierced the air, sending shockwaves through the already fatigued survivors. The ominous sound signified the arrival of the fifth wave – the final assault of the beast tide. A collective gasp swept through the students as despair clouded their expressions.

"What? Another wave? We can't catch a break!" exclaimed one student, frustration evident in his voice.

Another chimed in, "How are we supposed to handle more after what we just went through? This is insane!"

Fatty, Shawn, and Mei exchanged worried glances, fully aware that the incoming wave would push them to their limits. The students, once filled with determination, now faced the daunting reality of an even greater challenge.

As the alarm continued to wail, Professor Zhuge, wearied but resolute, stepped forward to address the disheartened crowd. "Listen up, everyone. I won't sugarcoat it. The incoming wave is more dangerous than anything we've faced so far. We have six roar-level beasts and a staggering 7,000 sprout-level demons. This won't be easy."

Murmurs of disbelief and anxiety spread among the students. The sheer magnitude of the approaching threat left them speechless. The previous waves, though challenging, paled in comparison to the impending onslaught.

Mei's eyes widened with concern. "Six roar-level beasts? That's unprecedented. Why is it so much stronger this time?"

Zhuge's expression darkened as he explained, "The beast tide is an unpredictable force of nature. It adapts, evolves. We believe the increase in roar-level beasts is a response to the resistance we've shown. The tide is adjusting, throwing more demon beast. However, I didn't expect it to be like this. Six-roar level... Even if I cooperate well with Zenith. We won't be able to stop them now..."

Zenith sighed and added, "It means we're in perilous situation with 100% chance of dying. This is a war, and wars are never fair. We adapt or perish. Zhuge and I are the only Extraordinary Realm. We can't possibly win against six roar levels."

Despite the dire circumstances, a flicker of determination glinted in Commander Zenith's eyes. Mei nodded in agreement, and even Fatty, usually the voice of skepticism, clenched his fists.

The alarm continued its relentless wail, serving as a harsh reminder that the battle was far from over. The students, though battered and weary, steeled themselves for the impending storm. The field, once a place of rest, now transformed into a battleground once more.

As the fifth wave approached, the students rose to their feet, ready to face the looming threat. The echoes of the alarm merged with the unwavering desire to survive that burned within them. The final wave was upon them, and they had no choice but to stand up, raise their weapon, and fight against the final wave, even if they die!

The wailing alarm heralded the arrival of the fifth wave, and the atmosphere on the battlefield shifted from wearied anticipation to sheer dread. As the students and soldiers braced themselves for the impending onslaught, the ground beneath their feet seemed to tremble with the sheer magnitude of the approaching threat.

The six-roar level demon beasts leading the fifth wave emerged on the horizon, their grotesque and nightmarish appearances sending shivers down the spines of the onlookers. They were not just creatures; they were abominations, distorted and twisted into grotesque forms that defied the laws of nature.

"Look at those things! What the hell are they? They look like nightmares!" exclaimed one student, his voice trembling with fear.

Another student, wide-eyed and pale, muttered, "I didn't sign up for this. This is beyond anything we could have imagined."

The fear was palpable, spreading like wildfire among the students. The grotesque sight of the six-roar level demon beasts struck at the very core of their courage. They weren't psychologically prepared to face such monsters. Of course, except for Caleb, who was currently thinking how to kill the six-roar level without attracting too much attention unlike before. He had already showed too much surprise to his classmates, after all.

Amidst the dread, the magnitude of the sprout-level demons accompanying the roar-level beasts became apparent. A vast sea of demonic entities, numbering in the thousands, stretched as far as the eye could see. They moved with a collective and ominous purpose, resembling a relentless swarm of ants converging upon their prey.

Mei, and Fatty exchanged uneasy glances. The sheer numbers of the sprout-level demons were overwhelming, and the students couldn't help but feel a sense of desperation settling in.

In the midst of the pessimistic circumstances, Commander Zenith and Professor Zhuge stepped forward, their strong aura cutting through the atmosphere of fear. Zenith's voice, commanding and authoritative, echoed across the field. "Listen up! Zhuge and I will take on the six-roar level beasts. Your job is to hold the line against the sprout-level demons. Do not engage the roar levels. Your survival depends on it."

Zhuge's gaze swept across the students, and his words were firm and straightforward. "We can't guarantee we'll make it out of this alive. If it comes to that, prioritize your own safety. Do not throw your lives away in vain. We'll create an opening for you to escape. Use it. You guys are the future generation. The future pillars of the humanity."

The seriousness of the situation hung heavy in the air as the students absorbed the reality of their perilous predicament. The orders were clear: face the relentless tide of sprout-level demons, but prioritize their safety. If in danger, flee quickly.

As Zenith and Zhuge prepared to confront the grotesque leaders of the beast tide, the students steeled themselves for the battle ahead. The field, now filled with a sense of foreboding. The war cry of the sprout-level demons and the bellowing roars of the grotesque leaders made the students feel cold biting chill through their skin.

Too dangerous!!