Quick Wear: Villain Happiness System

Rocks listened to Ferguson's words, glanced at him, and then walked towards the warship.

Ferguson followed immediately.

It was a week later when their legion arrived at the first battlefield.

Looking at the ruins and debris on the ground, Rocks frowned.

This used to be a planet with relatively developed green vegetation, but now it has become a mess. He took a deep breath and felt the breath of death and destruction in the air.

Ferguson also felt this depressing atmosphere, but he tried to suppress this emotion in his heart.

He knew that they came here not to dwell in pain and sorrow, but to fight and to defend their homeland.

Rocks turned to look at Ferguson, his eyes firm and deep. "What is our mission?" he asked.

"Go to the Zerg center and find Admiral Yoder." Ferguson answered without hesitation.

Rocks nodded and walked forward, each step firm and powerful.

He knew that the next battle would be extremely difficult, but they had no choice but to move forward bravely.

In the next few days, they continued to search for traces of the enemy and continued to fight with the enemy.

Although the battle was extremely brutal, they always maintained high morale.

With a "bang", Ferguson flew backwards like a parabola.

Rocks' pupils shrank, and he was driving the mecha like a silver line, instantly shooting towards the Zerg general in front of him.

The Zerg general's body was pierced in an instant, emitting a shrill alarm, and then turned into ruins.

Ferguson rolled several times and then struggled to his feet.

His mecha was already covered with scars, but he had no intention of retreating. He raised his head and looked at Rocks, with a smile on his face. "I'm fine."

Rocks looked at him with a hint of worry in his eyes, but he knew that they couldn't stop now. He took a deep breath, then turned and rushed towards the next target.

They passed through the Zerg defenses and kept moving forward. Their mechs were already riddled with holes, but they still persisted.

Finally, they arrived at the center of the Zerg. It was a ruin, with mechas and Zerg wreckage everywhere. They moved forward cautiously, looking for Admiral Yoder's trace.

Suddenly, they heard a loud noise. They turned around and saw a huge Zerg destroying the surrounding buildings. It was huge and looked very scary.

Rocks and Ferguson looked at each other, then rushed towards the Zerg at the same time.

Their mechas were instantly entangled by the Zerg's tentacles, and Rocks instantly broke away from the mecha, turning into a huge yellow lion.

He pounced violently at the Zerg, his sharp claws instantly tearing through the Zerg's shell, blood splattering everywhere.

Ferguson followed closely behind, transforming into a giant python and wrapping around another of the Zerg's tentacles. His huge body slid over the Zerg, trying to restrain it.

The Zerg let out a deafening roar and struggled hard, but its tentacles were firmly controlled by Rocks and Ferguson.

Rocks bit the Zerg's neck and tore it with all his strength, while Ferguson used his body to tightly wrap around the Zerg's tentacles, making it unable to move.

The Zerg began to wail miserably, its vitality rapidly dissipating under the attacks of Rocks and Ferguson.

Finally, after a violent shock, the huge body of the Zerg fell down, and the tentacles' restraints disappeared.

Rocks and Ferguson gasped as their bodies began to shrink and return to their original human form.

They looked at each other, with a hint of joy in their eyes.

"Found it!" Suddenly, a female soldier's voice broke the silence.

He pointed to a pile of rubble not far away, where there was a familiar figure.

Rocks immediately ran over and saw Admiral Yoder lying in the ruins. His mecha was broken into pieces, but his body was still in a fighting posture.

"Admiral!" Ferguson shouted, rushing forward to help him up.

Admiral Yoder slowly opened his eyes and saw Locks and Ferguson. A smile appeared on his face. "You are here."

"Yes, we are late." Rocks said guiltily.

"No, you're just in time." Admiral Yoder shook his head, "I've already recorded the situation here, you go ahead with this information..." Lockes took a look at the information, which was important intelligence about the enemy's strategic deployment, weapons configuration, and tactical characteristics, which was crucial for the next battle.

"Ferguson, take a small team to escort the Admiral back first." Locks ordered decisively. He knew that Admiral Yoder's physical condition was not optimistic and he must be treated immediately.

Ferguson nodded and said be careful. Then he helped Admiral Yoder up and the others quickly rushed to the evacuation point.

Locks stayed where he was, carefully organizing the backup of information left by Admiral Yoder.

Looking at the light spot on the information, I instantly had an idea.

"Gather the remaining personnel and move forward at full speed!" Rocks gave the order to everyone.

"Yes, sir."

Under the command of Locke, the remaining personnel quickly assembled and advanced at full speed.

Their target was an important enemy stronghold, which was determined based on the intelligence provided by Admiral Yoder. Locks knew that they had to act quickly, otherwise this important strategic opportunity might be lost.

Rocks looked at the map in his hand and already had a detailed plan in mind.

He divided the team into several groups, each with different tasks, some responsible for attack, some for cover, and some for logistical support. Rocks personally led the offensive group, they were the key to this operation.

In the darkness, their actions were silent. Taking advantage of the terrain and the enemy's negligence, Lockes led the team to quickly approach the enemy's stronghold.

When the enemy discovered them, Rocks had already led his team into the enemy's position.

As time went on, the battle became more and more fierce.

Rocks was covered in blood, and the blood dyed his body red. His originally yellow hair had long since turned into a shocking dark red, and some parts had even turned into a thick black.

His once strong and powerful right hind leg now drooped limply due to severe injuries, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted, not flinching.

The Zerg leader on the opposite side had entered a violent mode. Its body had become even larger, and a dangerous light flashed on its carapace. Its sharp teeth seemed to be able to tear apart everything. It let out a deafening roar, trying to intimidate the enemy in front of it.