Poverty makes me capable of anything.

Let's focus on the present.

Warhammer raised his right hand, and after a series of contractions and transformations, the alloy armor on his arm revealed a triple-barreled cannon.

"emission!"

Three ultra-long-range chaff missiles fell into the night.

"Let's go!"

Warhammer pressed a button near his ear, and a pair of assistive glasses immediately popped out. Then, he grabbed his gun, jumped over the obstacle in front of him, and led a group of people into the wilderness.

Judging from what we just saw, the Fourth Expeditionary Force dropped thousands of landing craft in the first round. Considering the size and specifications of each landing craft, at least three people could sit inside.

The defenders' anxiety was understandable.

If left unchecked, an army of tens of thousands could pose a threat to any part of the defensive line.

The once silent land seemed to have been invaded by a pack of ferocious beasts.

In the pitch-black night, the "ferocious beasts" glowing with various eerie lights let out high-pitched roars and charged at the enemy with a momentum even more spectacular than the Great Migration of animals in East Africa.

"We'll take care of the East District, and the West District will be handled by the Dream Ship Guild."

As agreed beforehand, Warhammer led the guild's elite members forward swiftly.

The waist-high weeds were quickly trampled into smooth ruts.

It was like an armored vehicle passing through.

This is where the player's skill comes into play. While the NPC soldiers were running and firing at the light, Warhammer had already found the first landing pod.

"Oh no, someone's coming!"

The enemy soldier who was pulling at his teammate let out a strange cry and turned around, ready to fire a burst of gunfire.

However, one player in the crowd vanished instantly, and when he reappeared, there were already three corpses lying outside the landing pod.

Splash—

The blood spurted out a beat later.

"It's been resolved."

An assassin who can kill in an instant.

"Damn, you've already shown off enough, can't you give me a chance?" The relatively slow-moving heavy warrior couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Alright, stop joking around. We're still on a mission. Let's clear out all the enemy troops that have landed and keep moving forward," Warhammer called out. "Don't waste time, or the Dreamship people will mock us later."

Seeing that everyone else had moved forward, Warhammer suddenly turned around and punched into the landing pod, unleashing his power!

"Boom!"

A ball of flame rose in the darkness, pointing the way.

"This experience is definitely more valuable than killing one or two NPCs."

Warhammer clapped his hands in satisfaction. The more the better, the more the better.

"..."

The assassin, who had already walked several hundred meters away, was completely stunned.

"Damn, I forgot that I also have experience in destroying landing pods."

A landing pod at level 70 or higher offers far more rewards than those three soldiers at levels 4 or 50.

I never imagined you were such a cunning president!

"Release that landing pod!"

"Stop! You can have the person, but give me the landing pod!"

The rhythm of the battlefield suddenly went out of control.

Tens of thousands of players were like hungry wolves breaking into a sheepfold.

They grow stronger and more ferocious with each fight.

Any landing craft that came into their sight, whether open or closed, would turn into a ball of flame within seconds.

The pitch-black battlefield was thus illuminated, and the soldiers who arrived later silently turned off their lights and removed their night vision goggles.

What they saw was scrap metal, corpses, scrap metal, corpses...

"Was this all done by those unreliable strangers?" a soldier asked, examining the corpses lying on the ground.

The wound was right in his chest; one blow would be fatal.

It seemed that all the blood had been drawn out.

It was as if they were being told, "You're too slow."

"It couldn't have been suicide, could it?"

Someone gave a wry smile.

He recalled the brief argument that had occurred that afternoon, during which some people were quite unhappy about the treatment of strangers. Now, if he were alive and could witness this scene, he wondered what he would think.

"Get out of the way! This landing craft is about to explode!"

The soldiers, their faces flushed red from the light, immediately panicked.

After a series of hurried footsteps, most people rushed out, but one unlucky guy was a beat too slow and was pushed several meters away by the blast wave. Then a piece of metal pierced through his single-armor armor and embedded itself in his thick buttocks.

"what!"

A scream pierced the night sky.

"Don't move, let me take a look."

The medic strode over in a few steps, looked around, and frowned as he said, "It's embedded quite deep and close to a vulnerable spot. It's best to move it to the rear to deal with it."

He turned around again: "Is everyone else alright?"

"It's alright, it's alright."

"I'm fine."

"That's good. Two people, carry him away." The medic stood up and said sadly, "Soldiers, the battlefield is hell. Don't let your carelessness cost you your precious life. Even if you die, die on the road to the front! We've already lost one man."

"..."

Everyone else fell silent.

It would have been better if you hadn't said that last sentence; now that you have, it feels strangely eerie.

We came here to fight the enemy to the death, but after we had already charged into the enemy's position, only one unlucky soul fell.

If people told us, they would think we were tourists visiting an ancient battlefield.

In fact, most of the NPC guards have this feeling.

When they saw the corpse on the ground move slightly and they tried to rush over to finish it off, they realized that a wild animal had nudged it.

When they saw the landing module lying there intact and were about to rush up to eliminate the remaining survivors, they discovered that the three dead bodies in the landing module were "sleeping" peacefully, without any vital signs, and the landing module had been turned into a model toy by the magnetic storm.

"The war was started in the wrong way!"

Afterwards, one of the surviving soldiers said this when interviewed by reporters.

That was the beginning of madness!

Tens of thousands of soldiers advanced cautiously, the darkness no longer serving as their shield.

There are no obstacles on the ground that can threaten them, but they still need to be careful of attacks from the air.

Realizing the danger, the Fourth Expeditionary Force did not immediately launch an artillery barrage, but instead deployed a number of drones and spaceplanes to surround the area.

The defending forces, of course, wouldn't just stand by and watch, and also deployed their air power.

"They're finally out, the mechs!"

boom!

With a jolt of the ground, three standard mechs, each over ten meters tall, stood in the path the players were taking.

Its dark, shiny, and plump body makes a strong visual impact.

However, in the eyes of players who have watched Silver Moon Knight countless times—

"This thing is black, small, and ugly."

"ANR's mech is still the coolest."

"Although piloting mechs is a man's romance, I choose to say no to that!"

Especially for players like those who piloted mechs in the Black Tide campaign, such as those in Warhammer.

"What the hell is that? Let's beat it up!"

Flying swords and cannonballs flew together, magic and sword energy were of one color.

Inside the cockpit, the heavily armored pilot, Mendy, sneered: "You think you can fight me with a broken sword? These outsiders are far too arrogant. Let me show you the thrill of being crushed to dust by heavy metal cavalry!"

on!

Mendy pressed his right hand forward while simultaneously pressing the boost button with his left hand.

"First, send these strangers back to their hometowns. Then I'll see if those fools who wander around the battlefield will be scared out of their wits."

The voices of his comrades could be heard in the cockpit.

"Haha, I'm a top-notch driver! This time I'm going to take on a hundred of them! You'll just be eating my dust!"

The leftmost mech leaped onto a flying sword in front of it.

It was a hammer-shaped heavy armor, its raised, dark hammer capable of easily smashing a person into a pulp.

"Ha, always resorting to this quick-fire trick..."

Mendy pursed his lips, then manipulated his mech to raise its lance and simultaneously activate the cannon on its chest.

Rapid-fire missiles!

The spear swept across mercilessly!

brush!