Full-time Creation Master

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He could clearly see that Che Laoda's wide-open eyes were filled with disbelief.

He seemed to be still in shock that his Hummer, which was traveling at 120 km/h, had such a weak impact.

He was supposed to be a second-tier martial artist, yet he was so utterly helpless in front of the Iron Warrior.

Steel Warriors have seen that look many times.

Most of the desperados who died at his hands ended up looking like this.

How could a bunch of scum who spend all their time dealing with city management officers and police, and at most, the current D-class and C-class legions, possibly understand the meaning of the Iron Warriors who start as B-class legions!

But he had no interest in explaining, and was too lazy to even clean the residue off the arm armor.

To him, these scumbags didn't even deserve a word from him.

In the current supernatural system, the strength of ordinary certified martial artists in society serves as a preliminary benchmark and a basic reference for measuring supernatural combat power:

A first-level martial artist possesses the strength to reach ten thousand jin, which is already far beyond the level of ordinary people;

Second-tier martial artists can even break through the 100,000-jin mark, and their punches can shatter city walls, making them elite combatants in regular battles.

However, these two combat forces were utterly insignificant in the face of the Iron Warriors of the Devourer Legion.

According to the top-secret files of the Iron Warriors, even a new recruit or reserve Iron Warrior at the first level can easily achieve a strength of 50 jin!

The source of this terrifying power is the ultimate fusion and optimization of bloodlines: the Iron Warrior not only incorporates the immense power bloodline of the Titans, but also the multiplier bloodline of the Dragon Horned Ants.

Researchers have successfully extracted the ultimate advantages of these two bloodlines.

Furthermore, with the aid of the unfathomable power of creation, the conflicts between different bloodlines were perfectly neutralized.

Making a force of 500,000 jin (250,000 kg) a standard level for a first-tier steel warrior feels perfectly natural.

What's even more noteworthy is that the immense strength of 50 jin is just the beginner's threshold.

With the strong support of His Majesty the Great Emperor Xia and the Great Fairy Xuewu, and the persistent research of the geniuses at the research institute,

The majority of the regular soldiers of the Iron Warriors are capable of reaching a strength level of at least 100 million jin, making them far more powerful than the reserve force.

Besides their terrifying strength, the Iron Warriors also possess an absurdly strong vitality.

Ordinary sword strikes, low-level magic attacks, and poison corrosives can hardly shake their basic combat strength.

Even if it suffers severe injuries, such as losing an arm or a leg, or even damage to its heart and lungs, it can still maintain a certain level of combat ability and slowly 'self-heal' by relying on its enhanced physique.

However, everything has its shortcomings, and the Iron Warrior also has a core weakness that is currently difficult to overcome: speed and defense.

Even with their heavy alloy armor equipped with anti-gravity engines and outstanding reflexes, their speed performance is far inferior to that of other superhuman combatants of the same level.

Speed ​​is a major weakness; its charge relies too heavily on brute force, resulting in extremely poor mobility and making it difficult to deal with agile enemies.

Perhaps this is the law of balance in the universe—it does not want to see creations that are too perfect appear.

Beyond the ultimate power, there will always be an irreparable flaw, allowing the world's combat power system to maintain a relative balance.

Collapse—Bang—

The crisp, clean popping sounds rang out one after another, without any hesitation.

The few surviving poachers had just crawled out of the wrecked train car and hadn't even had a chance to beg for mercy when they were accurately shot down by the Iron Warrior's explosive gun.

The muffled thud of a bullet piercing a body, followed by a short, agonizing scream.

It vanished into the wind in an instant, completely extinguishing their last chance of survival.

On the other side, Boss Che, still clinging to life on the Iron Warrior's arm armor, also met his end.

The steel warrior, who came from a migrant worker background, followed the principle of "any target with no value for saving must be finished off" in the "Steel Warrior Behavior Manual," and raised his hand to aim at Boss Che's head.

collapse!

With a soft sound, Che Laoda's wide-open eyes instantly lost their luster.

The humming in his throat stopped abruptly, and he ceased breathing completely.

They didn't even have the chance to join the Legion of the Redeemers to atone for their sins!

His movements were swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation; to him, these were merely necessary steps to complete the mission.

After clearing the scene, the captain picked up the communicator and reported calmly, "Patrol Team 013 reporting."

The poachers' convoy attempted to ram the checkpoint but was successfully intercepted.

All those who resisted were killed.

Those beyond saving have already been stabbed.

The situation is under control. Report complete!

A clear response from the garrison quickly came through the communicator: "Government received!"

"Instructions: Squad 013 shall immediately collect the poached items and spoils at the scene, and then continue with the original patrol mission."

After the mission is completed, take the spoils, mission video, and relevant identification documents to the garrison for registration and confirmation.

Claim your task reward upon presentation of the registration certificate!

He paused, then added, "Furthermore, the Skeleton Ghost Generals tracking this group of poachers have been taken over by the G05 patrol team and will be repatriated to the Yin-Yang Line Death Aura side according to the agreement."

No further follow-up is required. That's all!

No further follow-up is required. That's all!

"Squad 013 received!" the captain replied in a deep voice, ending the communication.

The steel warriors immediately divided up the tasks: some collected the poached goods from the carriage, some scanned the appearances and identities of the grave robbers, and some tidied up the traces at the scene and mercifully buried the poachers' bodies underground. Their actions were methodical and orderly.

A moment later, the spoils were collected and all were put into the special storage box.

The captain waved.

The ten steel warriors lined up again, turned around, and continued their patrol route.

The heavy, mechanical footsteps gradually faded into the distance, eventually disappearing into the wind.

On the battlefield, only wrecked vehicles, scattered parts, and bloodstains that were gradually congealing remained.

A gentle breeze swept by, stirring up dust that slowly covered the traces of the battle, along with fragments of flesh and blood on the sand, and some metal shards half-inserted into the ground.

Perhaps, before long, a few skeletons or rotting corpses will crawl out of this place that exudes a faint aura of death!

Near the Yin-Yang line outside the ancient capital, peace has returned to its original state.

There was no fighting, no roaring, only the soft rustling of the wind through the withered grass, as if the fierce interception had never happened.

.......

At the same time, in stark contrast to this peaceful no-man's-land, a thick aura of slaughter was shrouded in.

There are no rules, no order, only the most primal law of the jungle.

Humans have been fighting each other with weapons in their quest for treasures and resources.

Amidst the clash of swords, former comrades can turn against each other for profit, and love can turn into hatred.

While hunting low-level demons and undead to earn battle merits, they also guarded against ambushes from their own kind.

The same applies to demons and the dead; they have no true "one of us."

The wolf-like monster might be tearing apart weak skeleton soldiers just for fun.

High-ranking undead will devour the demon cores of low-ranking demons to strengthen themselves. Even undead of the same race will fight each other for a wisp of pure death energy.

Even the winged race of the Qinling Mountains will be dragged down from the clouds here, with all sorts of ways to die being prepared.

The sounds of roars, screams, cracking bones, and clashing weapons intertwined, forming the eternal main theme of this no-man's-land.

Every inch of land is stained with blood, and every breath of air is filled with the smell of death.

Here, safety is the most extravagant hope; only by fighting with all one's might can one barely survive.

That is why only when people leave this chaotic killing ground and step back into the patrol area of ​​the Soul Eater Legion can they truly put their minds at ease and feel the weight of the word "safety".

That sense of security stemmed from the 2.5-meter-tall, imposing figures of the Soul Eaters, and from the explosive guns in their hands with calibers comparable to a child's fist.

That tall figure was a barrier that kept the killing at bay;

That black gun muzzle is a sharp blade that protects peace.

They are the most solid symbol of security on this land.