Poverty makes me capable of anything.

These guards are like crops planted in the ground... no, they're not even as good as crops.

The locusts had to stop for a while before they could eat the crops, but the individual combat skills displayed by these players completely overwhelmed them, and they broke through several lines of defense while moving non-stop.

"The people on the ground are completely unreliable. Quickly bring the aircraft behind us over and straf the enemy from the air."

The only chance the garrison commander saw was that although these players were very powerful, they couldn't fly; at most, they could glide a short distance using their abilities.

The order was urgently relayed, and the aircraft parked at the airport immediately took off, each carrying heavy machine guns and dozens of miniature air-to-ground missiles.

"Shoot them all! Shoot those bastards until they're bursting! Fill them up with bullets!"

The bearded pilot on the aircraft was cursing and swearing with a ferocious expression.

Pulled up by the lever, the aircraft rose in altitude, and he raised his hand to touch the manual control valve for releasing the bombs.

"AI is ready to launch at the crowd below!"

Push hard.

allow--

Boom!

Before the AI ​​could finish its feedback report, a beam cannon struck the aircraft's midsection, destroying the upper defenses and the power pod in less than a second.

The ensuing explosion brought the bearded driver's life to a standstill, his expression grave.

In war, life and death are decided in an instant, and the destruction of the enemy's will can happen in just one moment.

The guards immediately understood that the entire process of undressing could be easily completed with just two fingers.

He's a master! A veteran!

This is not something that can be defeated by mere infantry like them in hand-to-hand combat.

"What should we do? Should we run away..."

wow-

Before he could finish speaking, the glass window was smashed to pieces, and several players jumped in from outside.

"Wait, don't kill me! Don't kill me! I surrender!"

The man dressed as an officer raised his hands above his head and shouted loudly.

"Do you know what the situation is like at the shipyard right now?" a player shouted.

"This……"

"Don't want to talk?" The gun was raised.

"No, no!"

The other NPCs also hurriedly offered explanations.

"It's not that we don't want to talk about it, it's just that we don't know the situation either. We're not part of the same system as the people in charge of guarding the shipyard."

"..."

Hey.

The player questioned the NPC's mind and shook his head in disappointment.

"Then what use are you?"

You want to surrender without even showing any indication of it?

These NPCs are out of their minds.

What are they good for?

It's just surrendering, what else do you need to do with it?

Hey.

Even when surrendering, you have to explain the basic principles to the players.

You're completely useless, what's the point of keeping you around?

There is no money.

The game doesn't give you any tasks.

Furthermore, ANR explicitly stated that they are "mercenaries," and mercenaries do not need prisoners unless required by the mission.

"goodbye!"

The player pressed the gun to the ground, pulled the trigger, and ran out of the house while listening to the game's kill notifications, continuing the charge.

"Be careful to avoid aircraft in the air and avoid being hit by explosives."

The flying vehicles overhead didn't scare the players, because beam cannons would always fall and take them away.

Led by An Ran, the gunners frantically racked up battle points (and experience) as they operated the ship's cannons.

The players' offensive finally stalled after encountering a complete defensive line.

But this is only temporary.

Enron also distributed some good stuff when it released players—

Unified neural network mechanical swarm!

This is a mechanical hive modeled after a certain type of Zerg.

As soon as the ellipsoidal mechanical hive opened, countless mechanical insects swarmed towards the defense line.

These mechanical insects share a single "brain," so their movements are as smooth as silk, even smoother than if lubricated. The swarming, tiny, silvery-white insects burrow through the defenses and quickly gather around the defenders.

Upon injection of a trace amount of neurotoxin, the resisting soldiers curled up like boiled shrimp and collapsed to the ground with a thud.

He rolled around a few times, and finally could only strangle himself to death in despair.

The scene of them falling one after another was far more terrifying than the bloodshed of explosions caused by gunfire and dazzling skills, because the defenders found themselves utterly powerless to resist.

Firearms attacks were almost ineffective against the mechanical insects, and large-scale aerial attacks were even less effective, killing the insects while also killing the attackers themselves.

It's like a body invaded by cancer cells.

"I've had enough. That's all the salary I get in a year. I don't want to die here."

“I have no reason to throw my life here. What faith? Isn’t so-called faith just empty promises made by nobles?”

"That's enough. I want to protect my home, but my home isn't a shipyard."

Under the combined attack from the ground and the air, the imperial garrison on the outskirts was suddenly thrown into internal strife.

The desertion was out of control; some officers who were supposed to execute deserters were even shot in the head by their own soldiers.

Chaos.

The player's progress was not slowed down as a result.

Especially those players who are interested in being number one in points.

Killing enemy soldiers can earn you some points and a lot of experience, but the real majority of points are earned at the shipyard.

"Clear out the Imperial soldiers around you if you can, and ignore those that are far away."

Warhammer was fully armed, having spent a fortune on his gear, and dressed like a futuristic mechanical warrior.

One punch can kill hundreds of cows.

His one-meter-wide waist did not stop him from moving forward. If it weren't for the need to ensure the number of people around him, he would have already rushed to the front.

"Damn it, those guys from Warhammer ran like rockets, fucking idiots."

The members of Lingyun Pavilion, as well as the Bloodstain guild and the Silent Gold guild that joined later, were desperately chasing after them.

The brutal war was transformed into a parkour game.

Ordinary players are reaping the battlefield from the back, while rich players and expert players can scale walls and roofs, have gun skills even better than Yan Shuangying, and run faster than a high-speed train across the plains.

What ordinary players are thinking is, "Damn it, wouldn't it be great if I had money?"

We must gain as much experience as possible in this war so that we can tackle more difficult tasks.

Meanwhile, other guild players were thinking, "Damn it, if only I had gritted my teeth and gotten a set of equipment like that back then, how great would that have been?"

It turns out that money is something you really shouldn't skimp on.

The difference becomes apparent at crucial moments.

Look, even with Warhammer slowed down, they're still leading the pack, while players from other guilds, despite having all sorts of speed buffs, can't catch up.

An Ran, looking down from the spaceship, remained silent, her lips pursed.

I have a feeling that she is watching the African animal migration episode of Animal World on XiXi TV.

Look at that imposing presence, look at the intimidating power of the weapons in their hands.

Shocked.

This is only 3 people. As the game develops further, battles with hundreds of thousands or even millions of players will not be far off.

"Southwest Shipyard is just ahead, everyone charge!"

A loud shout rang out from behind. The running players turned around and suddenly saw a player sitting on a uniquely designed two-wheeled vehicle, shouting into a miniature megaphone while making a rattling sound.

As he shouted, he leisurely rushed to the front of all the players.

"Charge, everyone!"

"..."

Does technology change lives?

Can money buy technology?

So, can money buy life?

"Fuck."

"That's the speed of the wise: investing money in transportation."

"..."

"This is bad, the outer defenses have collapsed."