Poverty makes me capable of anything.

After the remaining players rushed into the crossroads, Daydreamer immediately threw a smoke grenade and a magnetic storm grenade.

"That's all I can do. If you drop any equipment, I'll pick it up and keep it safe for you." Daydreamer deftly leaped over the half-open metal door with a swift movement.

Then several small throwing knives, accompanied by orange starlight, shot into the billowing smoke.

"Damn it, kill these invaders!"

"The higher-ups said not to leave any survivors, just run them over."

Da da da……

Footsteps.

There were also breathing sounds.

A battle suddenly broke out in the small space.

As you enter through the spaceship's entrance, the closer you get to the core area, the stronger the enemies you encounter.

This is indeed the attitude a copy should have.

By this point, the NPCs Warhammer and his crew had encountered were generally level 80 or higher, and there were no master-level "monsters" yet, otherwise they would have had no choice but to make a run for it.

"These people are incredibly accurate with their guns."

An NPC grumbled and took a step to the right, his elbow colliding with the warhammer's "spear".

Warhammer's body tensed instantly, and his eyebrows twitched slightly.

Hey buddy, I think you're provoking me!

"Damn it, this statue is standing right against the wall, there's nowhere to hide, it's really in the way."

The NPC poked the warhammer with his gun again, making a clanging sound.

"..."

Are you alright?

"Daydreamer asked in the squad channel."

Warhammer: [No problem, my gear is tough enough!]

That's good. Although medical technology is advanced now, I was worried you might have psychological trauma. Keep it up; now is not the time for you to show yourself.

Warhammer: [I'm a veteran of countless battles; this is nothing.]

Ok?

A veteran of countless battles!

Element detection!

The daydreamer's eyes shifted slightly.

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward, and the daydreamer found that his accuracy had dropped.

Bah! Little White Flying Knife's reputation can't be ruined.

Stab!

Grass (Chinese-English bilingual).

Warhammer gritted his teeth.

The NPC standing in front of him was hit by a bullet. Although he did not die on the spot, the impact of the bullet caused him to slam his head into the muzzle of the warhammer.

"Damn, it's so hard!"

The NPC stood up, supporting himself on the back of the warhammer.

This is clearly a compliment, but why do I feel so uncomfortable about it?

The hand holding the warhammer trembled slightly.

At this moment, another NPC shook his head: "Strange, I don't know if it's just my imagination, but I just noticed that the statue seemed to move a little."

bang bang bang...

whoosh-

After several attacks, his mind went blank again.

"It's probably just my imagination."

The battle has reached a stalemate!

The situation is extremely tense.

Warhammer squinted, knowing it was almost his turn to shine.

He had already found his target: the man who was "obsessed" with his "gun"!

When the time comes, rush down and shove the energy cannon extending from the metal arm directly into his mouth, and blow him to bits!

"Damn, why is there another statue here?"

"Keep your voice down. If anyone hears you cursing Marshal Simpden, you're finished."

"That son of a bitch..."

and many more!

The player who had repeatedly bumped into the statue suddenly froze.

The statue is of Marshal Simpden in his youth.

The statue on the spaceship is unique.

He didn't know that there used to be several statues at this intersection.

But the statue I bumped into the previous times was clearly not Marshal Simpton!

"Watch out, something's wrong with this statue!"

The NPC shouted loudly.

But it was too late.

Warhammer knew something was wrong the moment he shouted it out, and it started moving.

The repulsive force from the soles of his feet propelled him to an astonishing acceleration, moving him from a standstill to a start so quickly that he left only a blur.

what--

"Let me show you the magic of money!"

Warhammer's arms suddenly opened, and his entire body emitted a dazzling light with millions of special effects.

It's so bright it'll blind your eyes!

When his right arm swung down, countless metal fragments, like propellers, deflected everything that was coming at him.

With two soft clicks, a cannon barrel accurately pierced the mouth of the NPC who was bumping around.

"Mmm-mmm-mmm—"

boom!

"You dare hit my brother! You dare hit my brother!"

wow-

The warhammer transformed into a humanoid spider, its extra metal arms unleashing a "Ora Ora" effect.

The air exploded continuously under the pressure of the ultra-high speed.

The airflow sprayed from the aircraft blew several people who tried to get close away away.

"A swift and decisive victory!"

The players who had been hiding in the back and firing rifles rushed out in a swarm.

The counterattack was incredibly powerful.

……

"These strangers are actually quite nice."

With a gentle flick, Eresh dislodged the small window in front of her right eye.

"Commander, where are we going now?" a female knight asked.

Eresh said, "Anran has already gone to the main power room, let's go and meet the people in the cockpit."

Wearing a military uniform, Eresh had a very slender figure.

The heels of the boots made a crisp sound as they hit the ground, and Eresh suddenly pressed one hand against the wall.

Boom!

Even the full force of the space-based ray bombardment couldn't break through the wall, and a huge hole with a radius of more than two meters appeared instantly.

Eresh withdrew her hand, and all that could be seen in the room she had jumped out of was a few scattered drops of blood on the floor.

“Come out, you can’t avoid me,” she said.

"Hey hey hey..."

The laughter was so loud that it was impossible to tell where it was coming from.

"You think you can trick me into coming out with just a few words?"

"I'm the number one Shadow Assassin in the Special Operations Unit. I've killed at least seventy master-level opponents, and you'll soon become my new hero!"

"Chief of Staff?"

“I’ll do it myself.” Irene shook her head.

"Although I don't know how you managed to get aboard the Heimdall, that doesn't matter. I am the Shadow Assassin, and also the pest exterminator of the Heimdall. None of you pests will leave here alive!"

The sound came from different directions, sometimes in front and sometimes behind.

"No enemy can escape my punishment. I will show you what pain is!"

The sound shifted from left to right.

"I can already smell death."