Samsara Space: They're all begging me to heal them one more time.

Countless burning debris fell like raindrops, and amidst that rain of fire, the figure standing on the high platform, surrounded by a golden light shield, frantically firing, resembled a god.

In the distance, several surviving federal soldiers who were still struggling to survive in the ruins were all dumbfounded.

They stared blankly in that direction, even forgetting to fire.

"My God... is that reinforcements?"

"Angels... I saw the radiance of angels!"

This isn't a battle; it's clearly a declaration to everyone—this sky is mine!

"Click—"

At the 15th second, the surface of the originally golden shield suddenly cracked with a sound that made one's heart stop.

Under the continuous corrosion of countless leaking acid solutions, the golden light wall has become mottled and covered with spiderweb-like cracks, its light dimmed like a candle flickering in the wind.

With a shield value of 450, now there are less than 30 left!

Just two more shots of acid and the shield will break!

"Brother Yuan! The shield is about to break! Should we retreat?!" The blond-haired man looked at the shaky light membrane above his head, his voice filled with a hint of fear.

"Withdraw? Why withdraw?"

Zhang Yuan stood behind him, showing no intention of leaving. Instead, he raised his hand again.

"A real man never relies on that hymen."

"Hold on!!"

Just as the shield shattered and dissipated into specks of light, two even thicker and deeper beams of light seamlessly took over the blond man's body.

[Guardian Badge (Lv.1)]!

【Heavenly Voice (Lv.1)】!

"Buzz—!!"

A huge iris emblem, formed from pure holy light, appeared like a brand on blond hair's back. At the same time, a melodious and sacred hymn rang in his ears, a soul-stirring symphony that inspired his potential.

Maximum Health +180! Maximum Mana +90!

[Physical armor/magic resistance greatly increased!]

[Damage Diversion Activated: 30% of the damage you take will be absorbed by the caster.]

"Pfft—"

The shield disappeared, and several splatters of green acid splattered directly onto the blond-haired man's shoulders and face.

"ah!!"

The moment his skin came into contact with the acid, blond-haired man cried out in pain—the excruciating agony of his flesh being corroded. But to his astonishment, he discovered that this kind of injury, enough to instantly expose bone to an ordinary person, had only caused him to lose a layer of skin?

The health bar dropped by only one bar, and then it seemed to be locked, remaining completely still.

"What... what kind of defensive power is this?!"

The blond-haired man looked down at his hands. Under the blessing of the [Guardian Badge], his skin seemed to be covered with an invisible layer of energy keratin, as hard as steel. And the immense life force brought by the [Celestial Voice] made him feel like a humanoid Tyrannosaurus Rex.

"Don't stop! You're fleshier than an elephant right now!" Zhang Yuan's voice boomed in his ear. "As long as I don't die, you won't die! Kill them all!!"

[Slow Healing Lv 3]!

The green glow, symbolizing healing and life, fell on Ah-Qiang, forcefully raising his slowly declining health bar back up.

"Aaaaaahh ...

The excruciating pain did not deter the blond-haired man; instead, it fully unleashed the ferocity within him. He braved the torrential acid rain, letting the corrosive liquid splatter on his face and body, burning his clothes to shreds, but the Gatling gun in his hand never stopped firing.

"Come on! Let's hurt each other!!"

"Zzzzzzz—!!!"

The roar of the Vulcan cannon once again resounded through the sky.

This is a scene that all reincarnators will remember:

A man, his body emitting white smoke and his skin corroded red, looked like a demon crawling out of hell, wildly firing amidst the acid rain.

Behind him, the man in holy plate armor, carrying a huge cross, was also suffering from the diverted damage (though negligible), yet he remained steadfast, providing him with a continuous source of life force.

Fighting a bloody battle.

A true bloodbath.

"Madmen...both of them are madmen..."

On the distant B-sector defense line, the veterans who could only cower in their bunkers and observe through binoculars were completely dumbfounded. They had initially thought that once the shield broke, the two men would die, or at least escape. But to their surprise, they chose the wildest method—to withstand the attack with their bare hands.

Huang Mao used himself as an example to prove one thing to everyone—as long as there is a healer behind me, I am an immortal war god!

"Hey, you there with the knife."

After the light shield shattered, Zhang Yuan ignored the few red marks on his body caused by sharing the damage, and instead looked at Lin Qingyue, who was standing behind the cover below, completely stunned.

"Don't just look at them. Those bloodied bugs that fall down are money too."

Lin Qingyue tightened her grip on the demon sword.

Looking at the man standing in the acid rain, seemingly unconcerned, she experienced for the first time a strange sense of security.

It's not the kind of security you feel when you're protected in a greenhouse, but the kind of confidence that comes from being able to hold someone's hand and fight your way out of hell, even if you're in hell.

No need for positioning, no need for calculation. As long as you're by this man's side, even if the sky were to fall, it would seem as if that golden shield would hold it up.

"……knew."

She responded softly, then flashed into the pile of fallen insect corpses, beginning to harvest the few that hadn't quite died yet.

Thirty seconds.

For a full thirty seconds, I endured the physical strain.

When the last bullet was fired and the last daring jumper was blown to bits in mid-air, a thick layer of insect corpses had been piled up on the high ground of Area A.

"Click."

The Gatling gun in his hand fired a hollow shot. The ammunition belt was completely empty.

"Cool!!!"

Despite the excruciating pain throughout his body and his skin being corroded and red, the blond-haired man slammed the red-hot barrel of his gun into the ground and roared to the sky. This thrill of every punch landing with flesh, of risking his life for it while being certain he wouldn't die, was even more intoxicating than taking drugs!

Zhang Yuan had no time to celebrate. His face was pale, and after casting several defensive skills in succession, coupled with the previous exertion, his mana bar was completely depleted.

But he still straightened his back, casually cast a [Slow Heal] spell on himself to heal his wounds, and then coldly swept his gaze over the Federation surviving soldiers below who were slowly peeking out of the ruins and looking at him with awe.

The way these NPC soldiers looked at him was as if they were looking at an angel who had descended to earth.

In the midst of desperate air raids, it was this man who led his squad to hold up the sky.

"Everyone."

Zhang Yuan took out a bottle of blue potion and slowly drank it in front of everyone. His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly carried throughout the deathly silent battlefield.

"Now that the commander is dead, this position is now under my command."

He looked around at the wounded soldiers, his tone leaving no room for doubt, but the terrified Federation soldiers felt relieved and readily accepted Zhang Yuan's move to gain command, even cheering with joy.

There are eight hours left before the rescue team arrives.