There's a skeleton dungeon connected to my basement.

Chapter 531, May You Keep Winning

Death is always unavoidable.

Especially when facing these monsters, the changui, tainted with a trace of divinity.

Even with the roaring magic engine propelling the ferocious steel behemoth forward.

Even with the violent magical energy projectiles raining down like raindrops.

We also need to be prepared to make sacrifices and to accept the consequences of eventual death and failure.

The two sides collided.

Death is spreading.

At the forefront of the war, on the edge of the God of War's kingdom, lies a broken passage.

"Press up!"

"We can't let these monsters break our formation!"

A loud roar erupted.

Just stepping into this space, sacrifices are constantly taking place. The shattered space has not yet fully stabilized, even though it is possible to pass through initially thanks to the manipulation of those mechanical mages.

"A massive mechanical gate, gears, dark blue patterns, a dazzling magical core, and the sharp roars of those mechanical mages."

They roared furiously at the man standing ramrod straight at the entrance.

"Not even close!"

Are you deaf?!

"Debugging is not complete, it's still a little short!"

The commander's order was to advance.

"I will be a pioneer!"

"Shut your mouths!"

"Now, march forward!"

After saying that, he stepped into the unstable spatial passage in front of him without the slightest hesitation.

Fortunately, out of the twelve people in the team, nine made it to the destination.

Unfortunately, in the chaotic space, these reserve soldiers were thrown to the front line of this battlefield.

The moment I landed, I was still a little confused.

A thunderous sound suddenly exploded right next to me.

The grotesque and rudimentary magic tank was forcibly started by the driver, whose eyes were bloodshot.

A figure riding a tall warhorse and wearing tattered armor stood on the front line.

On that long, narrow lance, a warrior was raised high.

Such an attack completely shattered their courage.

He screamed hysterically and in terror from his lance.

"No, no!"

"I don't want to die here!"

"Save me, save me!"

Fortunately, the guy who was stabbed was not his teammate.

During this time, he had become quite familiar with those guys.

"A cobbler's son, a blacksmith's son, two orphans without parents."

And him.

"The son of a farmer."

Looking at the screaming guy in front of me.

Face this scenario head-on.

I panicked.

My mind is completely blank.

A rumbling sound.

The enormous steel behemoth charged madly toward the enemy who had broken into the formation.

He heard it.

He heard the driver's frantic shouts.

"For the great heroes!"

Amidst the piercing noise.

The crude steel tank twisted and deformed.

The crazed driver, covered in blood, lay motionless buried in the twisted steel.

The enemy was also in bad shape, but they were not dead.

His weapon shattered, an arm twisted and broken, and the warhorse he was riding wobbled and fell to the ground.

With his only remaining arm, he staggered to his feet.

"What needs to be done?"

In a daze, this thought appeared. He saw it; he saw the eerie blue magical energy core exposed by the fallen, twisted steel behemoth before him.

A surge of violent magical energy pulsed across the damaged, beautiful crystal.

With just the slightest external interference, a massive explosion is about to occur.

But even so, he will die.

He was too close.

After only a moment's hesitation, the monster was about to get up.

There's no time to hesitate anymore.

As he stepped through the mechanical gate, he had already taken off the magic-powered rifle from his back and was holding it firmly in his hand.

Now all you need to do is lift it up to pull the trigger.

Just like what you do in training day after day.

"Aim, then pull the trigger."

He let out a deep breath.

Just before pulling the trigger, for some reason, I remembered the guy who had been provoked by the lance and screamed in terror.

fortunately.

"I'm a little better than him."

In the final moments, with the pull of the trigger, a sharp cry rang out at the forefront of the battlefield.

"For the great heroes!"

The magic engine suddenly exploded, unleashing magical energy and a ghostly blue light that spread out in an instant.

Everything was quiet.

The terrifying enemy, the destroyed magic tanks, and the brave Saviors warrior who never retreated.

Everything has vanished.

All that remained was a charred, enormous crater, from which faint blue arcs of magical energy occasionally flashed.

………….

The Salvation Army, which participated in this war for God's Kingdom, survived the most dangerous and chaotic period. The vice commander, who was lucky enough to survive, raised the flag again.

The reckless Xiao Yang, his eyes bloodshot, had already slaughtered most of the most dangerous followers and vassals of the God of War in this space.

Even so, the upcoming battle will not be easy for these young Salvation Army soldiers.

The deputy commander, who was temporarily put in command, did not have the calmness and composure of the previous commander.

They waved the flag in their hands with some excitement.

This is the Salvation Army's new banner.

"A golden tower stands on the red flag."

It was decided by Xiao Yang.

Inspired by the Dawn Lamp.

"Forward! Forward!"

Each figure gripped their weapon tightly, their expressions ranging from fear and determination to confusion and fervor.

Facing the assembled monsters, the fallen former saviors, and all sorts of ferocious monsters gathered by the god of war.

This war was a difficult but necessary step for Xiao Yang.

The same applies to the Salvation Army.

It is even more difficult than the recent chaotic battle.

In that war, the Salvation Army was mainly composed of recruited, experienced mercenaries.

Currently, the Salvation Army is mainly composed of a group of green and inexperienced teenagers.

In that war, despite the critical situation, with direct support from the City of Hope in the rear, they were still defending against the monsters.

Now, not only are they more immature overall, but they are also venturing deep into the dangerous wilderness and launching an attack on the truly powerful and lofty evil god.

But you cannot go back.

To cope with such a desperate world, to cope with such a dark world where there is no future in sight.

For ordinary people, their only bargaining chip is their life.

Unlike these swarming monsters, the followers of the god of war, and the fallen heroes.

Even after their deaths, as long as the rotten tree of the god of war still stands, they still have the possibility of returning.

But these mortals only have one bargaining chip.

"life."

Failure is unacceptable, both for Xiao Yang and for the countless ordinary people who have gradually taken root in this rotten world.

They rallied under Xiao Yang's banner, throwing their lives at the table as stakes.

Repeated failures and deaths resulted in chips piling up high on the long table.

"Bet on Xiao Yang to win, bet on the future... there's still hope."

(End of this chapter)