The plunder of the heavens begins with the Spirit Cage.

He chanted ancient incantations, and with each icicle that sprang from his fingertips, he pierced the cores of three T-800s, froze half a line of the assault team, and the ice shards shattered the robot skeletons.

The manifestation of dimensions originally did not allow the magic of the game to be used in reality.

However, this couldn't stop Bai Yuekui from having access to a sufficient amount of resources.

3D-printed flesh is actually quite different from real flesh, but with the help of cell regeneration through biotechnology, it is virtually indistinguishable from real flesh.

Of course, if someone were to conduct a serious study, they would find that this person has 90% fewer of the body parts, organs, and even individual cells than a normal person.

On the contrary, players who use combat styles like mages and force warriors, with the assistance of elemental energy and mechanical technology, actually make a decent living in close combat.

In short, when a mage uses magic, they will only feel their mana decrease, and will not feel anything unusual.

"Keep going, let those iron lumps witness the power of our magic!"

A magical elf, clearly engrossed in the role, issued commands, filling the gaps created by his teammates' explosions with ice walls to block the barrage of projectiles.

Just as he was getting carried away and showed himself, a sniper robot hidden several kilometers up in the hills seized the opportunity to expose him.

A depleted uranium armor-piercing round shattered his magical shield, blasting open half of the magic commander's shoulder.

"Shit! Damn it!"

The elven commander cursed and swore, but finally let out a muffled groan under the poisoned bullet, turning into a blinding white light and disappearing from the battlefield.

In the end, only half an icicle remained, stuck on the edge of the blasting pit where soil kept falling.

In another chaotic battlefield, several Origin Warriors who were rapidly weaving through the fray were in no better shape.

Before they could take down many robots, the enemy targeted them with sniper fire and missiles, sending them flying into the sky.

"Damn it! We're being targeted!"

The brothers hid behind those big guys!

A Force Warrior roared and quickly blended into the crowd.

Unfortunately, in one of the robot wreckage, the T-1000 suddenly transformed into liquid silver and stealthily circled around to his back along the blasted trench.

Before he could react, the liquid killer had already conjured a sharp blade and stabbed him through the neck.

In the air, players who were reluctant to fly airships and opted for near-ground spaceships instead piloted relatively inexpensive, modified and assembled flying vehicles that exchanged fire with the mechanical fighters in the sky!

Five players in gyroplanes swooped down, skimming the smoke columns, and unleashed a burst of rockets that destroyed half a row of armored missile vehicles that were positioned in the Skynet.

Before they could even finish their excited cheers, and just as they pulled up to climb, the laser cannons hidden within the machine array instantly swept away half of their wings.

Before it could be hit by a third shot, the poorly modified aircraft exploded into fireworks on the spot.

A dwarf player carrying a massive siege crossbow could pierce two robots with a single arrow. Just as the bolt was fired, a mortar shell landed beside him, blowing half his body away. Even in his dying moments, he clutched the crossbow string and shouted, "Keep my equipment safe!"

There were also people squatting in craters, munching on bread while sniping; people holding blaster guns and firing until the barrels were red-hot; people using gravimeters to suck robots into the air and blow them up...

From old WWII rifles with oil-stained buttstocks to quantum blast cannons capable of overturning armored vehicles, bizarre and outlandish equipment attracts a motley crew of players who relentlessly charge towards Skynet's defenses.

As soon as one shell blasted the crater, another missile launched into the sky, and the sound of explosions never stopped, with various shouts and cries of battle mixed together.

Despite Skynet's precise calculations and meticulous formations, the battlefield defenses quickly fell into the hands of the players, who employed a variety of attack methods.

"What the hell is all this stuff?!"

On a secluded hilltop in a valley, a dozen or so rebels watched the battle from afar, their faces displaying an indescribable fascination!

When the rebels at the Red Coast Missile Base discovered that a large number of robots were being mobilized toward their area, they assumed they had been discovered by the enemy and began an emergency evacuation.

But when they were on high alert, prepared to make sacrifices in exchange for their families' safe escape.

The robots ignored them and drove their cars and planes around them.

The perplexing situation was quickly resolved: Skynet was fighting a group of armed forces of unknown origin.

The missile base commander, Khagrove, learned that the plan was to go and support his compatriots, and incidentally launch a pincer attack on the robots.

As a result, while their side was preparing to launch missiles for a surprise attack, the scouts who went out to investigate brought back an extremely magical and sci-fi scene!

"Oh!"

"What the hell is that?!"

"Where did these aliens come from?!"

"Aliens aside, can anyone tell me what those pointy-eared creatures with wooden sticks are?!" Hargrove was bewildered, fearful, and angry.

They've been forced to hide and flee from robots all this time.

Then a bunch of aliens appeared out of nowhere, they're practically trying to wipe out humanity!

“Sir, there’s really no need to be so pessimistic.” The deputy and chief of staff beside him sorted out his thoughts and explained the reason.

"These aliens... should be considered our allies!"

"Hahaha, Richard, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"Allies? You're not trying to become a traitor, are you?"

…………

At the conference table, a group of officers, both senior and junior, frowned, and those with short tempers immediately launched into a tirade.

An alliance with aliens?

When did this happen?

How could they not know?

"Quiet down, everyone! I want to hear what Richard has to say." The commander lowered his voice, signaling the chief of staff to continue explaining.

Richard glanced around at the crowd, their expressions a mixture of disdain and sneers, and said leisurely, "Does anyone remember that broadcast from last month?"

What broadcast?

Is there an announcement?

"Broadcasting? Who would dare use your stuff now?"

The officers whispered amongst themselves; they'd been too busy competing with the robots for resources to listen to anything else.

Forget about being able to hear the radio, they don't even have a radio to listen to music.

Richard was speechless, so he stopped trying to guide him and simply said, "Oasis Town!"

"A month ago, and still now, a public radio station has been repeatedly broadcasting about the Oasis town, the last safe haven and home for North American people."

"At first, I thought it was just another stupid trick by Skynet."

But now that aliens have appeared... we have to examine the meaning of this news.

The officers pondered this, but aliens are aliens after all; they all look different. How could they trust them?

A moment later, an officer stood up and refuted the claim.

After all, who can be sure that such protection and security isn't another kind of danger?

"Our lives should be in our own hands!"

"That's right, screw Skynet, screw the aliens!"

"If such a thing were true, they must be crazy to have driven away the enemy for us; they were just another group of invaders!"

After everyone had vented their anger, Hargrove tapped the table to signal them to be quiet.

Then he turned to the chief of staff, "Richard, if it's just about containing humans, then we're using Skynet machines."

I don't think this is the kind of cooperation you're talking about, is it?

“That’s right,” Richard nodded. “Besides the information about the safe zone in Oasis Town, the broadcast also mentioned some issues related to trade…”

Looking at the group of officers, whose lives had been disrupted by history and who were mostly illiterate, he ultimately refrained from uttering the complex words.

"Simply put, they are willing to cooperate and transact with us in many areas."

"For example?" Hargrove continued the conversation.

"For example, weapons, food, and certain resources..."

"Really? These aliens are that kind?"

"Are they planning to lure us out and then kill us?"

Khagrove tapped the table again and ordered someone to bring in the equipment from the command room to listen to the broadcast.

Indeed, as Richard said, the aliens were willing to cooperate.

I listened to it over and over again, but I couldn't hear anything unusual or problematic.

Hargrove pondered for a long time before finally making his decision, saying, "Whatever their purpose may be."

Blindly guessing here will only cause us to miss opportunities!

"Taking people to the oasis town is fine, but regarding weapons and food... we could certainly try to make contact with them!"

The commander's decision quickly won everyone's approval.

Leaving aside weapons, food is indeed what they urgently need and are in short supply.

That damned Skynet, in its attempt to eradicate human civilization, has devastated crops and urban food supplies.

Even wild fruits and animals in the mountains have suffered its wrath.

That's absolutely inhuman!!

Oh wait!

It wasn't human to begin with!

"The aliens have all sorts of weapons. I think they are probably just a few, or even dozens or hundreds, of mercenary armed forces."

"A unified force's weaponry and equipment cannot be in such disarray!"

Having accepted the deal, officers of all ranks began analyzing the footage from the battle frame by frame.

The more they looked, the more they felt that these aliens, who charged forward recklessly and seemed to have some mental issues, were definitely not a group.

Upon closer inspection, there are a thousand or eight hundred lone wolves.

There were even more groups of three or five, and a few groups of hundreds of people working closely together.

Knowing this information, everyone relaxed considerably.