There can't be a Harvest Moon in the RimWorld.

Then, the colonist system braced the rear of the halberd against the ground, while simultaneously gathering a little strength in his legs, allowing him to leap up with two bloodied figures, barely dodging the plasma cannon's path and taking cover in a nearby building.

If it weren't for the powerful weapons, I would have been blown to bits by the artillery this time.

After the first shot, the entire spaceship fell into an eerie silence. The light that had gathered above the spaceship dimmed, the ripples on the water gradually subsided, and two pieces of the spaceship's armor near the cannon were even blown away and fell into the dark, lightless sea, hissing and steaming due to the high temperature.

I suspect that if it had been a cannon with stronger recoil, that shot would have shredded the spaceship into pieces.

I tossed aside the mostly melted iron halberd, instantly unfurled the weapon from my first-dimensional arm armor, and jumped off the building.

"Leader of Hiron, didn't you say you'd figured out my attack patterns? Then your blatant attack, doesn't that mean... you're ready to die?"

When I uttered my last words, my voice was already stern and fierce. This time, Hiron's scheme against me was far too obvious. He concealed his true strength at first and then revealed it later, gradually showing his power while constantly probing my weaknesses.

I have made up my mind that such a treacherous enemy must be destroyed in battle!

"System command: Charge mode activated!"

My gaze lingered on the colonist system's gear icon for a moment before I completed the intended operation.

Let's begin the second round!

...............

The white-robed mercenaries of Hiron were no longer holding back. Their cold, sharp eyes revealed their determination to eliminate me, their greatest threat.

This was no ordinary siege; it was a ruthless annihilation!

Three pale-skinned, thin mercenaries came to me first, brandishing their long swords and taking advantage of the fact that my weapon was short.

However, the three long swords that were heading for three vital points on my body were blocked by the blades of the arm armor on my hands.

Three blades on my right arm guard suddenly popped out, jamming the longsword with their curved edges. Then, my arm shot out like a spring, striking their chests with lightning speed, breaking the oddly shaped longsword and shattering their sternums. The first three to appear were sent flying, coughing up blood and internal organs in mid-air; they were clearly beyond saving.

Even a partial buildup of power isn't something they can withstand. Trying to use their previous experience against me is a death sentence. Because they're not the only ones holding back; I still have some strength left!

If the attack from the front comes, then the attack from the rear can't be far behind.

I turned around instantly and, sure enough, saw three other Hiron mercenaries disarm in mid-air, with several suspicious flashes of light around them. It seemed there were at least seven people attacking at once.

But numbers have never been a problem in the colonial system.

My left gauntlet shot out, and my fist clashed violently with the blade. The thrust of the longsword failed, but the power hidden within me found an outlet, instantly soaring outwards like a dragon.

Before the mercenary Hiron could retract his sword, it was struck to his side by a tremendous force. The strangely shaped longsword, which he used like an extension of his arm, was lost in his grasp and flew away trembling.

At this point, they might realize that their thumbs are shaped like clay, with the web of their thumb twisted into strange shapes.

Their strength had reached a level that they couldn't counter with simple group combat. On the other two sides, Hiron mercenaries were trying to use the same tactic again, sacrificing their lives to slow me down and create opportunities for their teammates to attack.

However, just as the two Hiron mercenaries, who had used joint locks, got close to me, I felt a hand appear above their heads. Then came the grip, twist, and force; with two cracking sounds, the mercenaries' heads spun around in place, their necks tilted unnaturally to one side, and they collapsed to the ground, dead.

Of course, attacking isn't about standing still and waiting to be killed. When the Hiron mercenaries realized something was wrong and started to scatter and roam instead of charging and surrounding, I was already going against them, the blade on my right arm guard quietly replaced with a scythe, and I appeared as fast as a ghost, then disappeared just as quickly.

After I left, their heads suddenly fell off their necks and onto the ground, blood gushing out half a meter high from their neck cavities, and they lay motionless on the ground.

And their fingers, which were on the trigger, could no longer exert any force.

The biggest weakness of the Hiron mercenary group is that their opponents are too evenly matched in terms of combat strength. They can only rely on fearless suicide attacks and a series of interconnected assassination techniques to capture their prey. If they encounter an enemy whose strength far exceeds their expectations, their fragile web will be torn to shreds by a storm.

They wanted to capture the leader, and I felt the same way.

After a bloody massacre, I arrived before the leader of Hiron. Although they looked very similar, the obvious differences in the embellishments on their hats rendered my face blindness useless.

"I think we've found a better solution to the things you were worried about before. You think this game is boring? Well then, I'll give you a choice... surrender or die!"

Chapter 474 Shafulin's fame was known to all.

Chief Hiron answered my question decisively with his longsword.

Compared to his subordinates, his combat skills were far more refined, and his strength was exceptionally outstanding. With each swing of his blade, a distinct sound of air being torn apart could be heard, as if the air itself was howling under the blade.

His oddly shaped longsword transformed into an impenetrable curtain, illuminating my vision until I felt dizzy and disoriented. Ordinary enemies would have long been confused and trapped in a desperate situation by such a combination of real and feint attacks.

Unfortunately, the colonizer system is never fooled by these dazzling appearances.

I threw a punch, gripped the strangely shaped longsword that whirled like the wind with my left hand, and with my right hand, the scythe that had finished reaping heads had been replaced by a rapier, which I thrust towards his throat!

The leader of Hiron, his ashen face expressionless, instantly abandoned his sword and left, simultaneously drawing another oddly shaped short sword from his waist and stabbing it towards my temple.

Faced with the attack, I had no choice but to release my grip on the long sword. After all, all I wanted was for this guy in front of me to show murderous intent so that the colonist system could legitimately set him as a target for retaliation.

"I never imagined there would be such a formidable opponent as you on this planet!"

The strange man in front of him gritted his teeth and said, the wound on his face reopening due to his exaggerated expression, and blood seeped out.

I replied expressionlessly, "That's probably because you're showing a lack of experience. I have at least six more fighters like me!"

Leader Hiron launched another undisguised attack, wielding his two swords, one long and one short, like whirlwinds. "Hmph, finding a worthy opponent is no excuse for telling my men not to use guns. But you must understand, this battle is only possible because we are exhausted from a long fight and have underestimated our enemy. Otherwise, you wouldn't have had a single chance of winning!"

I couldn't help but laugh: "Your excuses are all too familiar... When you lose, you blame it on the grass being too soft to run on, the grass being too hard to run on, the weather being rainy and you catching a cold, the weather not raining and the opponent catching a cold, eating too much before the game and not being able to run, eating on an empty stomach and not having enough energy, the opponent being too strong and the whole team being unable to beat them, the opponent being too weak and the whole team underestimating them... Is your tactical advisor a national football team coach?"

Chief Hiron's expression froze instantly. He angrily forced my attack away with his knife, then flung out a delicate sphere. A large amount of irritating smoke instantly rose from the sphere, quickly forming a thick fog that enveloped the entire port area.

The Reverse Lightning Legion and the 460 Legion shouted to each other in the thick fog to confirm their positions, gradually closing in back to back, blades facing outward to prevent the other from taking advantage of the chaos to attack.

This is normal tactical thinking; there's nothing wrong with what they did.

But on the smoke-filled battlefield, more ghostly figures appeared around me, silently approaching me, the greatest threat.

This time, at least ten blades flashed before my eyes in an instant, passing by me in an orderly and appropriate manner, like a dozen people performing a symphony together, each playing their own part.

But I was also exceptionally agile. I disarmed the two long swords that were coming at me with my bare hands, and then punched the assassin in the mist.

Taking advantage of their momentary lapse in concentration due to the attack, I swung out two longswords, instantly piercing through the bodies of the other two attackers and emerging from their backs.

Furthermore, because they were using optical camouflage to conceal themselves, all that could be seen in the smoke was a fountain of blood spurting out, followed by the strange sight of heavy objects falling from the void and pools of blood accumulating on the ground.

Although I can't see it, the colonizer system can hear, touch, and feel it, and that's enough.

Choosing to attack me is still their greatest misfortune.

The other knives instantly realized something was wrong and retreated back into the thick fog, continuing to conceal themselves, hindering my movements, and continuing the battle in the smoke.

…………

When the fog lifted, the silent scene finally came into view, and the strategic objectives of the Shiron Mercenary Group were revealed to me.

I saw a circle of mercenaries lying dead around me, their eyes wide open in disbelief. Not one of them had turned their back to me as they fled. They were brave, but they were only throwing their lives away.

But when I heard some strange noises and looked up suddenly, I discovered that a huge spaceship that blotted out the sky had appeared above us under the cover of darkness.

The spaceship also had extremely advanced optical camouflage, blending into the starry sky and the eerie moon, and quietly descended on this battlefield under the cover of fog.

The cigar-shaped spaceship bore varying degrees of battle damage, suggesting it had been through a major battle. Most striking was the intricately patterned emblem on its surface, clearly identifying them as the Godslayer Pirate Crew!

A tractor beam was emanating from the ship's hull, receiving numerous wounded and sick soldiers from the anchored spaceship of the Hiron Mercenary Group, and quickly transporting all the injured and sick off the ship. They too were clad in white robes, but were tightly wrapped in semi-transparent cocoons, covering their severed limbs and wounds.

Their suicide was a cover for their evacuation! There were many wounded soldiers on the spaceship! No wonder they always seemed unwilling to get involved!

At this moment, the entire Hiron mercenary group had retreated to an open area, using a special device to emit red light to summon the traction beam of the spaceship.

Soon, a pale blue beam of light enveloped the Hiron mercenaries, transporting the pirate mercenaries in the same manner.

"Fourth Pirate Group, continue recovering our ships! At the same time, I demand that you immediately open fire on the ground base!"

The leader of Hiron stood in the pale blue tractor beam and shouted through gritted teeth.

Holy crap, this guy's resorting to flipping the table when he can't win? Is he a sore loser?!

Fortunately, their internal harmony didn't seem to be very good either. The spaceship simply fired a wider tractor beam, covering the ships docked in the harbor.

At the same time, a mechanical voice came through, its tone not very friendly, "Hiron Mercenary Group, my orders were only to pick you up from this planet, not to submit to your command!"

Leader Hiron paused for a moment, "But the people on the ground attacked the pirate crew's ground base. In such a situation, there is no excuse to fire!"

The mechanical voice on the spaceship said calmly, "The life and death of lower-level pirate groups are none of my concern! Leader of the mercenary group!"

"Damn it, is sitting idly by and watching us fail your attitude?!"

A voice on the spaceship said curtly, "You need to report the defeat of the Hiron Mercenary Group yourselves. We were discovered by the Covenant fleet on our way here, and a probing exchange of fire ensued. If we delay any longer, Covenant destroyers will catch up with us soon!"

The spaceship's mechanical voice also sounded a bit angry at this point, "The Fourth Pirate Crew's 'Terror' is not a toy for you kids to play house with!"

Listening to the conversation in the sky, I couldn't help but make a funny face. Taking the opportunity, I said to the spaceship, "That's right, if you're busy, you should hurry up and leave! I can catch the next bus!"

A mechanical voice on the spaceship asked, "Was that the person who beat you up like this? What faction does he belong to? The Shattered Empire or the Interstellar Expedition? You weren't defeated by the barbarians of this planet, were you?"

Leader Hiron, having been brutally beaten by me and mocked by members of the pirate crew, was extremely agitated. Pointing at me, he shouted, "They are remnants of the 'Ancient' Group, claiming to be apostles of 'Shafulin'! Open fire!"

"What did you say! They're the 'Ancient' Group?!"

If he hadn't said anything, things would have been fine. After he finished speaking, the spaceship above my head suddenly increased its traction speed, cut off the beam of light pulling the Hiron Mercenary Group's spaceship, and activated all eight engines on its bottom. It actually flew into the sky and disappeared as a stream of light!

...Were they scared away?

Chapter 475 Sabre Bay Peace System

After taking all the members of the Hiron Mercenary Group with it, the enormous cigar-shaped spaceship resolutely flew into space and disappeared.

But the great battle was far from over. The aftermath was incredibly complex and multifaceted, no less so than a battle with a clearly defined objective. So, I could only brace myself and continue to face these ever-present challenges.

Eaton was the first to recover from the shock, leading the remaining commando team to take control of the ships in the port before finally arriving in front of me.

"My lord! This operation is over, but the losses and gains still need to be tallied! Please... please punish us!"

"Punishment? Didn't we win this battle...?"

I looked around at the mess, and in the dead of night, I felt the evening breeze finally cool down, no longer carrying the scorching heat of gunpowder and the pungent smell of blood. The tides continued to roll on and on as they had for millions of years, crashing against the solid shore, completely unaware that after a new dawn, a new chapter in the history of this harbor would begin.

The deafening gunfire and shouts of battle outside truly terrified the innocent members of the caravan. They had been hiding in the tavern at Sabre Bay, praying that misfortune would not befall them, and heaven seemed to have their way, for the one who finally entered the tavern and found them was me, the uninvited guest who had promised them riches and glory.

"Caravans from Hisistan in the northwest, your efforts have brought us victory, and you deserve a reward! You may now make your demands!"

I gladly entered the tavern, dusted myself off, and thanked the terrified merchants.

But the poor old man seemed stunned by the brush with death, unable to speak for a long time, let alone make any corresponding requests.

I can understand that. After all, not everyone can ignore the terrifying, monstrous, plow-like mark at the tavern entrance.

Seeing that they didn't do anything, I arranged their payment without further ado.

“Alright, it seems you don’t have anything to say. Then I will set up a permanent chamber of commerce here in Sabre Bay. Your factions can send representatives there. At the same time, you will all receive the highest-level caravan treatment in both free trade zones.”

I'm still issuing empty promises, trying to win them over with benefits that don't yet exist. Anyway, I'll return their previous goods and compensate them for their losses as much as possible, but one day they'll realize that the goodwill they've gained from me after paying the price they're paying today is the most precious reward.