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The red warning lights flashing overhead flickered, their blinding light reflecting in his eyes. Jiang Ning subconsciously frowned, a sense of foreboding creeping into his heart.

"Tsk, of all times...could it be...?"

[Warning! Warning! The space station has been invaded by the Rift Legion! All personnel are ordered to evacuate immediately!]

The piercing alarm echoed through the corridor, and a strange sense of familiarity flashed through Jiang Ning's mind.

Just then, the crisp ringtone of his cell phone suddenly rang, pulling him back from his chaotic thoughts.

"Um?"

Jiang Ning took out his phone from his jacket pocket, and the caller was none other than Alan.

The moment the call connected, Alan's anxious and urgent voice boomed through the receiver:

"Mr. Jiang Ning! Where are you now?!"

"Hiss, keep your voice down." Jiang Ning tilted his head slightly. "I'm in the lab. Don't rush me. Tell me about the current situation of the space station."

The other end of the phone was noisy, with gunfire and shouts faintly intertwined, but Alan's voice was still clearly audible.

"It's the antimatter legion! They're forcing their way into the space station from Sector B! I'm leading my men to hold off their attack route from Sector B!"

"It doesn't sound completely out of control, Alan. You've reacted quickly."

Jiang Ning felt somewhat relieved.

"Sector B is barely under control, but there are sudden signs of a legion invasion in Sectors C and A! We're severely understaffed and can't handle it all!"

"Area A and Area C..."

Jiang Ning quickly searched for information in his mind, and his expression changed drastically in the next instant, losing his composure.

"Damn it! These guys are playing dirty tricks?!"

Area A is the entrance to the Black Tower space station, so it's not surprising that it was the first to be invaded and conquered.

But Sector C...that's the core energy zone of the Black Tower space station!

These illusory soldiers actually intended to cut off the entire space station's energy supply.

Wait a minute, when did these pawns, who are single-mindedly focused on "destruction," suddenly develop brains? How could they come up with such underhanded tactics?

"The situation is extremely critical! Mr. Jiang Ning, I am truly unable to leave and can only entrust you with providing assistance!"

"No need for further explanation, it's my duty."

Jiang Ning simply hung up the call, but instead of walking straight out of the laboratory, he turned around and walked to a large metal box in the corner of the laboratory, and patted it.

"After you've been eating dust in this godforsaken place for so long, it's finally your turn to perform."

"Good bro, I'm leaving Area A to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, a regular serrated crack suddenly appeared on the surface of the metal box, from which a faint green light emerged. The metal box then slowly floated out of the laboratory door.

After watching the tin box head off to the battlefield, Jiang Ning quickly packed his personal equipment and walked towards the laboratory door.

But after taking only half a step, he remained suspended in mid-air and did not fall.

"Never mind... I'll take it with me."

He turned back, took the prop that was supposed to be sealed away from the alloy storage box on the lab table, and then rushed out of the lab, speeding towards Area C.

…………

boom--!!

The violent imaginary energy burst forth from the imaginary cannon barrel, slamming into the thick alloy barrier of the space station, and the violent explosion stirred up a rolling shockwave.

Swarms of swarms of virtual soldiers flooded into the space station like a locust plague, spreading war and destruction along the way.

They adhere to the will of "destruction," following the "oracle" of the star god Nanuk, bringing destruction and death to every corner.

Faced with the sudden attack, the unarmed staff members could only flee in panic.

"Xiao Lai! Come here quickly! Over here!"

Luna was swept along by the surging crowd, struggling forward while anxiously shouting to Leila.

"Damn it, of all times, it had to be this time..."

Laira stared intently at the slowly ticking data loading progress bar on the screen, fine beads of cold sweat constantly seeping from her forehead.

"Faster...faster!"

The roars of the legion and the sounds of artillery fire grew closer and closer, and finally, the progress bar jumped to 100%.

Laira immediately unplugged the USB drive and ran wildly toward the crowd.

call out--!

A sharp blade, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound, hurtled straight towards her face!

Laira's pupils constricted, and she desperately dove to the side, narrowly avoiding a fatal blow.

"hiss--"

A tearing pain shot through her ankle, and she collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.

In the heat of the moment, I moved too violently and completely sprained my ankle.

"Damn it... it had to fail me at the crucial moment..."

Laila gritted her teeth, her survival instinct driving her adrenaline to forcefully suppress the pain, but her injuries still slowed her down.

At this critical juncture where life and death hang in the balance, this injury undoubtedly made things worse for her.

The pursuing pawns quickly spotted her alone and turned around to surround her, completely blocking her escape route.

Forced into a corner, Leira had no choice but to change direction and flee towards an area where there were no signs of enemy troops.

She was panting heavily, desperately squeezing out the last of her strength.

The shadow of death looms behind us; a moment's pause could lead to utter ruin.

Even with the burning pain in her lungs and the excruciating agony in her ankles, she absolutely could not stop.

But fate seemed to be playing a cruel trick on her—the other route from Area B to the safe zone announced on the broadcast had been completely blocked by the collapsed steel cable, leaving only a broken bridge suspended in mid-air.

Below the broken bridge lies a pitch-black abyss tens of meters deep.

Despair, like a cold tide, slowly swallowed up Laira.

"How could this happen..."

As if all her strength had been drained in an instant, she collapsed to the ground, utterly dejected, staring blankly at the chasm that blocked her way out.

Behind him, a melee phantom soldier wielding two blades was already closing in.

Laila slowly closed her eyes, tears of resentment sliding down her dust-covered cheeks.

The chilling aura of death is already close at hand.

[The vortex has ended!]

A resounding, powerful declaration of the end suddenly rang out.

In the next instant, a spherical force field will appear out of thin air, turning into a cage to lock the pursuing phantom soldiers inside.

Immediately afterwards, countless highly compressed energy projectiles poured down like a torrential rain, constantly bouncing within the force field, and finally precisely piercing through the phantom soldier's body, completely shattering its hard body.

The monster, which had been so ferocious just moments before, collapsed to the ground in an instant, turning into particles and dissipating completely, losing all life.

Leira slowly opened her eyes, looking incredulously at the gradually dissipating remains of the illusory soldiers on the ground.

In the blink of an eye, a deadly crisis was easily averted.

Laila slumped to the ground, everything around her becoming unreal and surreal.

After a long while, she came to her senses and stiffly turned her head to look behind her.

The source of the attack was a figure hovering in mid-air, clad in silver and orange armor—Build Rider, in [Eagle Gatling] form.

Laira stared blankly at the figure, completely lost in thought.

The surrounding area was filled with the roar of artillery and chaos, but it had no effect on the mysterious man clad in armor.

He was calm and composed; the well-structured and aesthetically pleasing armor seemed to possess an innate sense of order that reassured people, as if the surrounding chaos had nothing to do with him.

Laira raised her hand and gently pressed it against her chest. Her violently beating heart gradually calmed down, and the fear and anxiety she had felt when she was on the verge of despair were slowly dissipating.

It was him; he had been saved by this mysterious armored man once again.