They laughed, they roared, enjoying this sudden carnival of slaughter.
However, they crashed against a reef forged of steel and Will.
Qin Feng took the lead, his Alloy Long Spear transforming into a barrier of death.
His killing technique had reached perfection. A single move, "Dragon’s Coil," turned his spear’s afterimages into an invisible wall, instantly piercing and tearing apart any Green-skinned kid who attempted to get close.
His steps were terrifyingly steady, each one like a nail driven into the earth. No matter how the green tide crashed against him, he remained unmoved.
Linzhou’s Long Spear, on the other hand, was as nimble as a dragon. His figure weaved through the gaps in the green-skinned horde. Every seemingly casual tap, thrust, and sweep of his spear shaft would precisely shatter a Green-skinned kid’s skull or heart.
His combat style was more like a graceful dance—efficient and deadly.
Carlo was pure, violent aesthetics.
He dove into the enemy ranks like a bird of prey. Every swing of the nacing Power Claws on his right arm sent a shower of severed limbs into the air.
He didn’t even bother to block, letting their crude choppers hack against his power armor and send sparks flying, before tearing his enemies to pieces with even greater ferocity.
Yu Lin’s saber style was powerful and sweeping. He had no need to charge, simply standing at the rear of the formation. With every swing of his saber, he would unleash a visible wave of blade energy.
Wherever the blade energy swept, a dozen Green-skinned kids would fall in unison like harvested wheat, the cuts smooth as a mirror.
The Battle Array ford by the four n was like a high-speed at grinder, pushing steadfastly toward the heart of the tribe.
The number of Green-skinned kids seed endless, but their corpses piled up even faster.
The tribe’s environnt was filled with chaos and filth.
Massive structures were cobbled together from countless pieces of warship wreckage, industrial scrap, and giant, mushroom-like organic matter. Their surfaces were covered in various red fla and lightning patterns, symbols for "faster" and "louder."
On the walls and on the ground, graffiti of "Brother Gao Mao Er"—drawn in blood or dye—was everywhere. They were two enormous, tusked, green-skinned deities, the spiritual totems of all Green-skinned kids.
Brother Gao was brutal and cunning; Brother Mao was cunning and brutal.
In the air, the WAAAGH! field grew increasingly dense, even causing the sensors on the four’s power armor to malfunction slightly.
The battle lasted for an entire month.
How many Green-skinned kids had they killed? Ten thousand? A hundred thousand? No one was keeping count.
All they knew was that the ground beneath their feet had long been soaked in green blood, turning it into a muddy swamp, and the path of their advance was paved with the corpses of the Green-skinned kids.
As they pushed deep into the heartland of the tribe, the intensity of the battle suddenly escalated.
The simple Green-skinned kids were replaced by more "elite lads."
These ones were more burly, wore cobbled-together Heavy Armor, and their weapons had been upgraded to roaring Chainsaw Axes and Power Claws.
Even more troubleso were the Green-skinned kids’ "Weird-Tinkered Contraptions."
BOOM!!!
A huge shell—made of scrap tal cans and explosives bundled together—ca whistling toward them and exploded nearby, kicking up a cloud of dust and smoke.
Imdiately after, a dozen "Slaughter-Cans"—cobbled together from countless wheels, tracks, and tal legs—charged forward with a CLANG-CLANG gait. The rotating saw blades and hydraulic shears protruding from their bodies waved about wildly.
In the distance, stationary turrets fashioned from the wreckage of giant war vehicles began to spit dense streams of fire.
"Spread out! Prioritize the turrets!"
Linzhou barked into the comms channel.
The next mont, a scene unfolded that made Qin Feng’s pupils contract sharply.
Linzhou, Carlo, and Yu Lin—it was as if an invisible step had appeared beneath their feet. Ignoring the planet’s gravity, they abruptly shot up from the ground, "soaring" into the sky!
Pale blue Spiritual Light Flas erupted from the backs of their power armor. But Qin Feng could clearly sense that the flas were mostly for assistance and acceleration. What truly held them aloft was an intangible, formless power, yet one strong enough to interfere with reality—ntal Power!
’So this... is a Sixth-Level Soaring Martial Artist!’
A tidal wave of shock crashed through Qin Feng’s mind.
He had heard his ntor Gu Yue describe this realm countless tis, but the shock of seeing it with his own eyes far surpassed any description.
The three in the air had transford into true Dominators of the battlefield.
Linzhou’s figure drew a straight blue trajectory through the air as he pointed his spear from afar at the most aggressive-looking turret.
A vast surge of Spiritual Energy, guided by his Will, converged at the tip of his spear. Finally, it transford into a thick Energy Beam that, with the precision of divine punishnt, pierced through the turret and triggered a massive secondary explosion.
Carlo, like a circling hawk, locked onto the "Slaughter-Cans" rampaging on the ground with his ntal Power, then abruptly dove.
The energy arcs on his Power Claws surged to several ters in length, like a pair of death’s wings. In the instant he crossed paths with those war machines, he effortlessly sliced them into countless pieces of smoking scrap.
Yu Lin was the most domineering. He hovered in mid-air, gripping his saber with both hands and raising it high above his head.
His imnse ntal Power guided the Spiritual Energy within his body, pouring it into the blade.
The dark gold Long Saber let out an excited hum as a phantom blade-image, over thirty ters long, erupted from it.
"Slash!"
Following his low shout, the massive blade-image cleaved straight down.
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