Poverty makes me capable of anything.

The magnetic storm destroyed the mech's power system.

"three……"

when!

The charging scythe-wielding hero discovered he couldn't count to three anymore.

Actually, it's impossible to count them all.

After the mech, whose fists transformed into light, unleashed a million special effects, the cockpit door suddenly opened, and out jumped out was the "Fourth Calamity" with the words "Fourth Calamity" above its head!

He was his companion.

It's a player!

Player [No Emotions].

"Surprised? Unexpected?"

Without emotion, he used the skill Savage Charge.

He crashed into the Scythe Man's chest like a speeding train.

Although the three-layered hardened bones couldn't completely block the scythe-wielding swordsman's slashes, they did deflect most of the damage.

"Air slide!"

Without emotion, it soared into the sky, closely following the Scythe Man.

He had already planned out a combo.

However, somewhat unexpectedly, the guy who barged in was a high level, level 85.

He was a full five levels higher than him.

They're probably elite players on the other side.

Without emotion, he raised his hardened hands and plunged them towards the scythe-wielding man's chest.

At that moment, a ghost suddenly appeared from the side.

The sudden mental shock caused the emotionless hand to stray off course, sliding down along the scythe-wielding man's ribs, resulting in a near-miss with the man.

Snapped!

Roll, roll, roll...

"Damn it!"

The Scythe Man plunged his scythe down.

There's a five-level difference between the players, and that's no joke.

The sharp blade pierced Mo Deqing's back and then drilled deeper like a drill.

What the hell is this sickle?

[Without feeling] feeling extremely unlucky.

The level of that demon was 84, which means that the player who commanded it was at least level 84.

An 84-level mental class player bullied me, a tank. You've got to get me.

Uh.

in the end.

Why did I encounter two formidable opponents right away?

Mo Deqing was completely unaware that the average level of the Time-Space players around him was 86.

Level 85 is actually quite weak.

"This time the situation is a little different."

The scythe-wielding man frowned.

Things are different now.

Thousands of players jumped out of the charging mechs.

The support requested by the Fourth Expeditionary Force finally arrived.

"Their levels are generally not as high as ours, but they are all at full strength right now, and their equipment has not been depleted at all."

"Damn, why are there so many?"

"They're from the [Tranquility] Guild. This group has indeed sided with the Second Prince."

"It's a one-star guild!"

The shadowy figure lurking behind the mech was also a player.

This chaotic battle took everyone by surprise.

The tall and imposing mechs landed, but the real battle had only just begun.

Ordinary NPCs have no way to get involved, and even members of special forces are having a headache when faced with such a large-scale melee.

They are not strangers; they only have one life, and if they get caught up in this chaotic battle, they might be lying dead any minute now.

"Damn it, get the ranged attacks going!" Warhammer shouted in the faction channel.

Upon discovering that most of the players on the other side were from the Tranquility Guild, his blood boiled with excitement.

While gradually improving various metrics, what could be more convincing than crushing a long-established one-star guild from Europe to enter the ranks of one-star guilds?

"Contact the people at Dream Ship and Soaring Cloud Pavilion, and tell them to come and help as soon as possible!"

After shouting, Warhammer waved his hand to deflect the incoming energy blasts, and like a rampaging war machine, he charged into the enemy ranks in the blink of an eye.

Lyranos, Grik, and others formed a solid defensive line around them.

The core assault team of the Warhammer Guild has reappeared.

The explosions continued unabated in the wilderness.

Ignoring the explosions around him, Warhammer focused on the ranged units opposite him and launched a barrage of attacks.

The scene was incredibly intense.

Finally, a massive brawl erupted, bringing together over 40,000 players around level 80.

Level 80 players are already capable of destroying cities. As they go all out and disregard costs, the battle lines expand, forcing the NPCs to retreat into the cities.

After experiencing a series of friendly fire incidents, the ordinary drones that were dispatched also gave up on the area.

The fierce battle continued until dawn.

The north wind blew and blew, but the snowflakes stopped falling.

When the impact energy soared into the sky, the thick clouds were shattered, and while the attempt to create a sense of desolation in the natural environment was ultimately less impactful than the direct impact of the sinking ground.

There were no corpses, but there was smoke, scrap metal, deep craters, and towering peaks.

"It turns out that the outsiders are stronger than we imagined. They were just playing around before. Without the threat of naval guns, this battle would have been impossible to win."

Especially after seeing ordinary coilgun shells being deflected, the high command on both sides became increasingly aware of this.

Strangers changed the world.

The situation of future wars will change drastically.

The Fourth Expeditionary Force's attack was ultimately repelled.

But this is just the beginning.

The Fourth Expeditionary Force, which borrowed 30,000 players, launched increasingly fierce attacks.

After realizing that their overall level was lower than that of the Time-Space faction, the players in their faction immediately adopted a new strategy.

It's okay if we can't win, we'll trade one for one!

It's a win as long as someone gets replaced.

In terms of respawn time, they definitely have the advantage.

As the days went by, some players in certain regions had already started sightseeing.

The day of peace in Yanara still seems endless.

On December 9, the defenses outside the city were breached.

The already crumbling city was completely reduced to ruins after a day and night of fighting.

Those wandering ghosts truly became ghosts.

Life is incredibly fragile amidst gunfire.

At this point, some players also felt extremely mentally exhausted and therefore chose to temporarily quit the game.

Because of the 10:1 time difference, when they logged back in, the newly built camp was already very close to the military factory.

"The number of enemy player kills is almost 200."

Warhammer has turned off the faction war panel.

Although he is very brave and is known as Mr. Mighty, he has died four times in recent battles.

The intense battle left him no time to reset his resurrection time, and it now takes 4 hours to resurrect.

A lot can be decided in 4 hours.

"Unified order! Unified order! Everyone evacuate to the military factory!"

So, it's finally time to open the last line of defense.

"Let's retreat together; every time we die, we'll save ourselves a life."

Warhammer led his men into the military factory, by which time half of the players who had been with him were gone.

Even the god of war in their eyes began to break down, let alone the ordinary NPCs who regarded the players as the god of war.

In the relatively spacious factory rest area, Warhammer felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.

Most of the NPCs' eyes had lost their sparkle.

The scent of death lingered.