Poverty makes me capable of anything.

The supercharge from his feet propelled Mendy forward like a rocket.

This sudden attack allowed Mendy to crush countless arrogant enemies on the battlefield.

As Mendy excitedly watched his lance tear several players in front of him to shreds, he was about to switch targets and start his killing spree when he suddenly noticed the status notification window in the cockpit.

"That shot missed."

The lance swept across the air.

He didn't tear people apart, he tore the air apart!

In other words, what he just saw was an illusion!

It seems that the arrogance of strangers has some merit, and they possess a certain degree of resistance.

Mendy nodded slightly.

"Sure enough, there's a life fluctuation signal behind us."

Mendy had a cold smile on his lips.

As a soldier from the Fourth Expeditionary Force on the frontier, Mendy had never encountered the player before, and thus made a misjudgment.

He never knew that his prized mech was just a level 73 "low-level item" in the eyes of the players.

"Drink!"

Mendy turned and unleashed a furious sweeping attack.

"Prepare to die! Hahaha!"

He was laughing hysterically.

"The gleaming spearhead was almost piercing the enemy's body, but..."

Mendy was stunned.

when!

The tip of the gun seemed to strike the deck of the spaceship, producing a crisp, metallic clanging sound.

The rapidly spinning spearhead was stopped.

It's a hand... no, it's a hand!

But Mendy's attention wasn't on the player who had blocked his lance; it was on the red light to his left.

The hammer-wielding heavy armor that initially charged forward and launched its jumping hammer with great momentum has stopped operating.

He placed the sledgehammer on the ground and knelt on one knee.

A hole the size of a bucket appeared on the reddish forearm, as if it had been drilled out.

That position is perfect for connecting to the cockpit inside the mech.

Considering that the hammer-shaped heavy armor was now glowing red from the flames emanating from a stranger's hand...

That guy who called himself an "ace driver" is probably in deep trouble.

Mendy's heart sank to the ground.

He had no idea what was happening.

In those few short seconds of his sprint and sweep, a comrade who was no less skilled than him was gone.

The mech, which could withstand artillery fire, was pierced by an unknown object, leaving a large hole.

Everything seemed too surreal.

Only then did he forcefully shift his gaze to himself.

Because the stranger who had blocked the lance pulled it back with his left hand and then extended his right hand.

cut!

A knife suddenly sprang from the metal-covered palm and slammed heavily into the shaft of the lance.

Click—

The gun barrel broke just like that.

thump.

Mendy's hands unconsciously slammed onto the dashboard.

Can a stranger break a lance with one hand?

wdnmd!

How could a stranger be so powerful?

A sense of dread rose within Mendy as he saw the stranger raise his head, as if to say, "There are 20,000 more as capable as me!"

(There are 20,000 players who have been assigned to Yanara)

"No, I want to leave here. This is an unfair fight!"

Mendy, his legs trembling, suddenly raised his right hand, gripped the push lever, and pushed it forward.

These strangers aren't even human!

They are... yes, they are zombies!

Mendy recalled a scene from his childhood when he would hide in his room alone watching old zombie movies, and then suddenly a zombie outbreak would occur in the building, with the surviving humans desperately running away.

Hordes of zombies chased after them.

It was howling loudly.

At this point, one by one, people fell behind. Some couldn't run as fast as the zombies, some accidentally fell, and others were ambushed by zombies that jumped out from the side.

Once you're grabbed by a zombie, countless zombies will pounce on you very quickly.

They'll grab your feet, hold your head down, and no matter how much you convulse, you'll eventually be devoured by the zombies.

"Get out of here, get out of here..."

Mendy kicked his feet unconsciously.

He didn't notice at all that the mecha had fallen to the ground; he was just moving it unconsciously based on his imagination.

If there is an afterlife, I will definitely never watch zombie movies again!

-1500, -2100, -23

"It's gone."

Lyranos, the vice president of the Warhammer Guild, put away the purple crystal in his hand.

His profession is a silence mage.

Mendy fell for his spell the moment they met, completely unaware that he had been living in a fantasy world ever since he set foot on the surface of the planet Yanara.

"I saw him lying on the ground twitching, his buttocks twitching. What illusion did you cast on him?" Warhammer looked at Lyranos with a strange gaze.

Lyranos rolled his eyes: "How would I know? I didn't decide on the special effects. The skill description says it's automatically generated based on the target's memory, but when I used it on you, no illusions were generated, only a debuff. I guess the game didn't even have this module."

"Alright, you have a point." Warhammer nodded.

All three mechs collapsed to the ground.

In fact, Mendy was right about at least one thing: the arrogant hammer-shaped heavy armor was indeed pierced by the flying sword in the very first moment.

He pierced the soul with a single sword stroke along the gap under the ribs.

It dealt a double critical hit.

"So strong!"

The NPC guards, who had rushed over from afar, looked at the chaotic scene on the ground and could hardly believe what they were seeing.

Normally, if they encounter three mechs, they might all be wiped out, and even if they manage to survive, they would have to call for backup.

They had been watching from a distance, and these outsiders who came to help had taken down the mech without them even lifting a finger.

We might actually win this war!

Unbeknownst to the player, the garrison on Planet Yanara has developed trust in them.

"careful!"

With a roar, Warhammer unleashed a surge of electricity and flashed behind a soldier.

ding ding ding...

A sound like the forging of iron resounded in his chest.

"Still resorting to sneak attacks!"

Warhammer took a deep breath and was about to make his move when several energy beams hit the drone that had sneaked in under the cover of darkness.

It was the player who did it.

The drone crashed helplessly onto the grass.

For a moment, the only sounds in the wilderness were the explosions of artillery fire overhead and the astonished voice of the rescued soldier: "B-Brother, I'm impressed!"

He was truly impressed by his savior.

The landing pods dropped by the Fourth Expeditionary Force were completely wiped out by the players' encirclement and suppression, and the NPC defenders who rushed to the rear did not gain much of a victory.

Subsequently, the Fourth Expeditionary Force dispatched mech units and unmanned units, which inflicted some damage on the defenders of Yanara, but they still failed to escape from the "Death Grassland" and fell under the iron curtain constructed by the players.

Finally, due to the overwhelming firepower of the ground-based air defense system, the Fourth Expeditionary Force had to temporarily retreat.

The first probing attack ended there.

In this battle, the defending forces suffered a total of 1307 casualties, while the Fourth Expeditionary Force suffered more than 20,000 casualties.

This should have been a cause for celebration, but unfortunately, hundreds of civilians who had not been able to evacuate were killed by the shelling under the collapsed buildings.

"This can only be described as..."

He reaped what he sowed.

Warhammer didn't know what the upper echelons of the garrison were thinking, but the soldiers below, though saying this, were actually somewhat worried.

They came from all corners of the country, and at that time, the empire was in turmoil, while they were thousands of miles away from home and had no idea what was happening to their families.