Poverty makes me capable of anything.

Fortunately, the guild's mechanic brought some tools, otherwise the crack left from yesterday's battle would probably have gotten much bigger.

"We probably won't get the 500,000 Biru, but we've already dragged this out for a long time. Even though Yanara will most likely be lost in the end, we've already made a lot of money."

The prolonged battles have brought most players close to level 90.

Only a few unlucky souls, due to dying too many times, have their resurrection time extended to several days, leaving them only able to watch their live streams while soaking in the fountain.

"It's snowing outside!"

A skinny player named "Pigeons Can Fly" excitedly rushed in.

Warhammer raised his eyelids slightly but didn't reply.

Even when playing games, playing for such a long time continuously can leave you feeling mentally exhausted.

Alright, whether you live or die, hurry up and finish the game, then log off and rest.

Once version 2.0 is released, I'll be a hero again!

Thinking this way, Warhammer found himself cheering up a little.

“It’s just snow, what’s there to get excited about?” Glick said.

Pigeon Flying smiled awkwardly: "I'm from the South, and I've never seen real snow before."

"This isn't... alright, even though it's simulated in a game, it's no different from real snow."

"That's right!"

The pigeons could also fly. They laughed twice, then turned and ran away again.

"Youth is wonderful," Warhammer couldn't help but remark.

Lyranos rolled his eyes: "You talk like you're so old, but you're not even thirty yet."

"It's already the end of my youth." Warhammer suddenly stood up. "Precisely because I'm standing at the tail end of my carefree days, I have to be even more carefree! This year, I'm determined to lead the guild to one star!"

"Having fighting spirit is a good thing."

Lyranos patted Warhammer on the shoulder.

Even the rich can't be reckless forever. Warhammer created the Warhammer Guild with a passion and worked hard for many years to finally bring the guild to two stars.

If things don't work out this year, he probably won't have much energy left to focus on games starting next year.

It's so sad that if you can't play the game well, you have to go home and inherit the family fortune. I wish I could take on that hellish pain instead of Warhammer!

Warhammer stooped and walked out through the half-collapsed gate.

As the saying goes, even pigeons can fly, and snowflakes began to fall from the sky.

The white, crystalline sheets, one after another, instantly made the already gray world even purer.

Warhammer has excellent eyesight thanks to the assistive glasses he wears.

In this city, which is mostly collapsed, some civilians still live there.

They were people full of faith, but in the end their faith collapsed, and now they wander the city like neglected ghosts.

Everyone else was evacuated to the military factory, which at least spared them from artillery fire.

"They brought this on themselves. Believing that the nobility as a whole are benevolent is like believing that pigs can fly," Warhammer said.

Lyranos immediately reminded him, "In this world, some pig monsters can indeed climb trees."

"Damn it! Are you really that obsessed with the steel bars at my construction site every day?" Warhammer roared in anger.

Lyranos twitched the corner of his mouth.

The collapse of the "wandering spirit" belief in the city can be traced back to the news that came a few days ago.

According to multiple authoritative media reports, when the battle for Aisha Fortress ended, the Ninth Expeditionary Force, which was the first to take over Aisha Fortress, captured a large number of the garrison.

However, Major General Arnold of the Fourth Expeditionary Force, who arrived later, gave an impulsive order in a fit of rage to kill the prisoners of war and sink the Aisha Fortress.

A fierce conflict broke out between Major General Vesa of the Ninth Expeditionary Force and Arnold.

Ultimately, most of Aisha Fortress was rendered paralyzed and could only serve as a transit point until it was repaired.

The gains of half a month of fierce fighting turned into flames in anger, and the heinous act of executing prisoners of war caused Arnold's reputation to plummet.

Subsequent revelations further thrust those at the center of the incident into the eye of the storm.

Even authoritative media outlets from other countries reported this as headline news, sparking widespread discussion throughout the entire star system.

"The reason why the garrison of Aisha Fortress is so brave is because the Fourth Prince detained their relatives."

There was an uproar.

"The Second Prince's punishment for Arnold's unjust act is suspension without pay! Suspension without pay for a noble-born military officer..."

Is this some kind of joke?

It's roughly equivalent to—

"Stop talking, I'll punish myself with three drinks!"

tons tons tons...

Another uproar ensued.

"This is even playable?"

"Visa and Arnold can no longer be happy friends."

"Friends? If someone wasn't watching, they'd probably want to strangle each other."

"The Second Prince and the Fourth Prince are both princes of the empire, and they seem to be no different."

"If you don't support the Second Prince, then go support the Third Prince!"

“I had already supported the Third Prince before you did.”

What kind of representatives of justice, what kind of destiny? Newspapers like the Eastern Times have been thoroughly humiliated.

Some "experts" and "journalists" are demonstrating to the world through their actions that we should simply listen to their praise from the opposite perspective.

"This incident is just an isolated case, and we should not generalize it to the whole situation."

"Leave of absence without pay is a wise solution. With the war raging, the Fourth Expeditionary Force cannot do without Major General Arnold. The Second Prince's appeasement tactics fully demonstrate his political wisdom. Overthrowing the reactionary representative, the Fourth Prince, is the top priority. I believe that after the war, the Second Prince will definitely punish Major General Arnold."

I don't believe you for a second!

The people of the empire responded with a chuckle.

Those old geezers are wicked.

All she does all day is spout nonsense.

One ordinary citizen said, "These experts have a terrible reputation. I suggest that the Eastern Times revive some of their experts. For example, someone like me, who can talk a good game and is good-looking, could at least attract some fans who are good-looking."

"Shameless bastard."

Anyway, after a while of this commotion, the Fourth Expeditionary Force, which was attacking the planet Yanara, didn't really give way when facing the city.

Those who supported the second prince were dumbfounded.

"Heavens above, earth below, why is this happening?!"

The only response they received was a neutron bomb that landed in the wilderness.

bang.

It was as if some purple sweet potato spirit had snapped its fingers.

Half of them were lost.

Reality is too cruel, and fantasy is too unrealistic.

Looking back, I realize that we should still hold on to the present.

That night.

The Fourth Expeditionary Force launched another attack on the defensive lines in front of the city.

Drones bombarded the ground, and naval guns attacked the surviving air defense arrays.

Mechs are the vanguard charging across the wilderness.

Countless rays of light instantly pierced the darkness.

The thin layer of snow on the ground was quickly ruined and scattered.

Large snowflakes landed on my hands and feet, their chill penetrating to the bone.

"Whoo~"

The fire spirit breathed fire around him, and the NPC who was shivering from the cold immediately calmed down.

"You guys are really amazing!"

An NPC gave a thumbs up.

There's no doubt that when he made that gesture, it showed that the stranger was truly capable!

"It's coming!"

"As usual, we'll clear out the mechs first before you enter."

"no problem."

Exhilarating voices rang out from the communicator.

You're just here to die!

No matter how many of you there are, we will suppress you!

Martial artists, ninjas, swordsmen, cultivators, mages, and knights concealed their forms, took their most trusted weapons, and transformed into phantoms as they charged towards the mechs.

"One unit!"

Crack, crack... Boom!

The firelight illuminated the snow.

Two units!

The lightning scythe swiftly sliced ​​across the neck of a mech.