Terra Tinkers Construct is fine.

He even had a large shield!

—What the hell is this Sarkaz swearing about?

Regardless of their personality, all the Sarkaz mercenaries felt a profound sense of despair upon witnessing this scene.

too disgusting.

That's absolutely disgusting!

"It's not over yet!"

As Milan revealed himself, before he could even deal with the suddenly appearing iron wall, the subsequent attack bared its fangs once more: several figures darted out like ghosts from the surrounding shadows and corners. These were the elite scouts who had acted with the first wave of attacks, sneaking in while everyone's attention was drawn to the surging spells.

They suddenly sprang up around Milan, their matte blades not even flashing a cold light, and launched a deadly surprise attack from all directions—even bypassing the iron wall and appearing from behind Milan!

At the same time, Garsen, suppressing his discomfort, raised his greatsword and, along with several other mercenary officers specializing in frontal combat, launched a frontal attack, forming an encirclement.

All directions—front, back, left, and right—are blocked!

Even if you're a brute force metal can, do you think you can withstand the strangulation of so many of us with just one person's strength?

The mercenaries' thinking was very clear.

However, sprinting is never as fast as switching items—Milan switched to an [arrow], which circled around her in the air, making a soft clicking sound as if it had appeared out of thin air.

"Bear……"

Fire in the void—without a trace and defying common sense, several clusters of flames burned and spread on the ground, forming a wall of fire!

[Arson] Uses steel ingots and flint to enhance abilities, consuming 1 ability slot, allowing tools to be "used" and ignited.

"Ugh!"

The scouts, especially those with exceptional agility, managed to react in time and narrowly change direction during their sneak attack; however, the less skilled scouts were unable to stop in time and crashed headlong into the flames.

The bad news was that the flames seemed to have a deep-seated, insidious infection, instantly covering their bodies. Those touched by the flames could clearly feel the excruciating pain of being burned, causing them to instinctively roll to the ground amidst their agonizing screams, unable to continue their original attacking actions no matter what.

No matter how much they rolled and thrashed on the ground, the flames stubbornly maintained their eerie burning.

But there is some good news for some of them, for example, they don't have to face this kind of excruciating pain.

thump--

Two burning bodies fell out, rolled twice on the ground, and then remained still.

However, this level of intensity was still not enough to scare these mercenaries who lived on the edge of death—the fire wall was quickly found to be countered. The fire had no roots, and it could be easily extinguished by simply swatting at the flames themselves.

Overall, the flames do not block the flames for very long.

But the Sarkaz's encirclement and attack have been broken!

Milan, inside the wall of fire, had been observing the entire field with composure. Now, the scouts were still attacking, and the warriors, led by Garsen, were also pressing forward from the front using various methods—but the initiative had changed.

Milan didn't even glance at those nimble scouts! A bunch of clueless scoundrels—his gaze was more fixed on the crowd wielding swords and charging head-on.

Wow, that's a huge shock.

From the explosion to the wall of fire and then to its extinguishing, the entire process seemed complex, yet it only took a few breaths. Garsen led his elite troops through the heat, as if the embers in the air had not yet dissipated. Milan, under his armor, smirked, his gaze sweeping over the scene, and suddenly swung his spear in a wide arc!

The weapons clashed together, making a series of clanging sounds!

A surge of power flowed from the sweeping force, forcing the few who were charging at them to retreat. Even the scouts who had been jumping around Milan like rubbing dead skin had to back away. Suddenly, the three-colored spear flashed and transformed in Milan's hand into a jet-black spear.

He took a step forward, a small step followed by a lunge and a large stride, the sharp point of his spear aimed directly at the greatsword-wielding man he had locked onto; a shadow suddenly appeared beside Milan, several shadowy rings stacking on him as the attacks from the enemy piled up, but they could not stop his steps at all.

The greatswordsman was completely unprepared for the fact that he would be the first to be slashed. His pupils contracted slightly, and he swung his greatsword backhand with great force to meet the attack, thick smoke billowing out from the billowing cloak.

"Hedley!"

The slender scout let out a gasp.

Hedley thought he understood what Garsen was facing, and he even took a hit from Milan himself. The 2,700-kilogram sweeping blow made his hand numb, but it was far from enough to make the Sarkaz mercenaries fear him. Milan could be the first to counterattack. He cursed his bad luck in his heart, but still pulled back his greatsword and tried his best to make a slash.

But to my surprise, this slash felt completely different.

The spear requires three parts to craft, totaling 8 material points; Milan's new spear, on the other hand, is made entirely of steel parts, totaling a full seven tons!

The force of seven tons was enough to make him lose his grip on his greatsword, and the entire weapon flew out of his hand!

Before Hedley could recover from the intense impact and the numbness of his blood rushing back, Milan's dark spear appeared in front of him—the burly Sarkaz man was instantly thrown backward as if hit by a truck, his feet leaving the ground, and he rolled headfirst into a heap with the ordinary mercenaries watching.

Only then did the explosive grenade arrive, the flames instantly engulfing Milan's figure; the scout with very white legs flickered in the shadows, appearing beside Hedley before he could even get up, and pulled him up... his eyes suddenly became somewhat strange.

"Hedley! You...you...?"

"(Shhh)"

He could clearly feel that he looked disheveled as he flew backwards, but he was completely propelled by an overwhelming "push". Hedley's eyes flickered, and he gave his partner a look.

—That gun…

From afar, he could see a hand seemingly unaffected as it parted the blast, revealing a figure with a helmet that moved slightly, as if watching him from a distance or searching for the person who fired the grenade.

But he could clearly see that what had repelled him was a dark spear—and now Milan was surrounded by others again, but the spear in his hand had become that tricolor spear.

—Hadley and Ines have both been sent away, now…

[Splash] Enhancement! Activate!

The silver-gray base of the Cola Iron spearhead, the section of the bone shaft imbued with [Piercing 1], suddenly glowed with a warm red light—the mercenaries around him attacked again, Milan raised his hand to retaliate, and Garsen gritted his teeth and roared as he blocked their path.

"Attack together! I'll defend!"

"I'll take control of his weapon, you go and kill him"—knowing he couldn't rely on his colleagues when it came to truly fighting, Garsen had no choice but to take Milan's shots himself to create an opportunity.

Yue/Yi Yi Qi Liu Yin 3 (II) The other elite mercenaries' eyes lit up. Seeing Garsen step forward and cleave Milan's spearhead with a sword, they all used their true skills and attacked Milan while being entangled with various colored energies.

but……

"what--!"

Garsen let out an unimaginably miserable scream! Many of the mercenaries, who had risked their lives for so many years, had never heard such a terrible scream. They felt a tightness in their anus and rushed to see what had happened.

They saw that when the greatsword and the spear clashed, just like before, no matter how strong the spear was, it did not have an overwhelming advantage; both sides were simply bounced off to the sides.

But then a flash of red light appeared at the base of the spear tip—a hot, thick liquid, emitting a dark red glow and blowing out a hot breeze, suddenly gushed out from the spear tip.

That was molten iron stored in the Tinkers' Soul equipment enhancement tank, at a molten state of 1,500 degrees Celsius!

The integration of items into reality under Minecraft rules once again demonstrates the advantages of this feature:

Once in reality, Milan discovered that this function could be turned on and off at will without affecting the weapon's weight; his spear's void storage contained molten iron, which appeared obedient and quiet within the Minecraft function blocks due to the rules.

In Tinkers' Construct, the fluid rule states that "attacks deal 2 points of fire damage and inflict a brief magnetic status on the target."

But if it becomes a reality...

"Ah, this..."

Some people rushed in too hard and actually slammed the heavy attack of the enhanced weapon into Milan—even though his slash hit Milan, it didn't shake his fifty-seven-ton inertia at all.

For a fleeting moment, the Sarkaz elite mercenary seemed to see the black helmet with silver-gray panels looking down at him.

"*Sarkaz swear word*! It's molten iron!"

Now even controlling the weapons was impossible; molten iron splattered, instantly causing the valiant mercenaries to instinctively retreat, no longer daring to risk their lives.

"Don't be afraid! He's all alone! He's all alone..."

Garsen endured the pain—even Milan couldn't help but admire him; when he raised his hand to block the splashing molten iron, his bare arm was splattered solidly, yet he still managed to muster the courage to roar out loud.

So Milan chuckled and changed his stance from the static attack to the defensive one for the first time: he turned sideways, lowered his shoulders, held his spear horizontally, and tentatively stepped on the ground with the soles of his boots, assuming a charging posture.

At that moment, Garsen felt as if he had heard a powerful melody.

It sounds like a very old song.

He wasn't quite sure where the song came from, but a strange feeling arose, causing goosebumps to immediately cover his entire body and cold sweat to pour down his back.

He vaguely heard someone singing:

"Life, can you please spare me this once...?"

Chapter 94 - Transition Preparation (6/80)

(This is just a transitional content.)

The Sarkaz mercenaries were repelled.

Or perhaps it would be a little comical to simply say "repelled"—after all, their retreat was far from graceful: Garsen, who had spent half his life on the battlefield, finally lost his luck, and was swiftly and decisively taken down by Milan, his body pinned to the ground, unable to cause any further trouble.

The Sarkaz mercenaries, who had only temporarily gathered under one banner for more specific reasons, had no interest in avenging their nominal leader. With the overseer gone, the mercenaries immediately retreated to their respective groups and scrambled to slip away in different directions.

When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter; not to mention the mercenaries who were never of one mind to begin with, forcibly forcing the various groups into one unit... it's no wonder they behaved this way.

Milan didn't pay attention to this detail either.

—It didn't drop any experience orbs, even though it should be considered an elite monster... What's wrong with it?

Milan stared at Garsen, who had fallen beneath his spear, for a long while before shaking his head and pulling out the spear. He waved his hand, and immediately soldiers from the canned goods came to clean up the battlefield—after all, they outnumbered him, making it much easier for them to do this than for him to do it alone.

As for faking death... in front of Milan, who can see the life gauge, it's no different from courting death.

Milan is too lazy to deal with these trivial matters.

Even as he turned and walked back—the three-colored spear in his hand and the pieces of armor embedded in his entire body, starting from his boots, all disappeared from his body with each step.

It's like the feeling of a character transforming in a tokusatsu film.

"Please excuse the embarrassing welcome ceremony."

Back in front of the Rhodes Island group, Milan was still the same Milan: about 1.8 meters tall, with a slightly thin build, and a face that looked like she was from Yan Country, well-educated, and even had a scholarly air about her.

He just smiled.

The same person, the same appearance, almost made the young Rhodes Island operators jump up.

"Calm down, what kind of behavior is this?"

Ace scolded his subordinates before apologizing to Milan, "A bunch of young people, used to being disrespectful, please forgive them."

"I'm fine..."

Milan certainly saw it, and he certainly understood it; he just found it somewhat amusing. Little Amiya, however, walked over from the other side, her little face clearly glaring at the group. When she turned to Milan, she looked him up and down before hesitatingly saying:

"Mr. Milan, are you... alright?"

Looking at Milan, who seemed completely unharmed after removing her armor, her initial concern and worry vanished.

"Don't worry, I'm really fine."

He gave Amiya Milan a genuine smile and even spread his arms to show her, only stopping when he saw the little girl's expression turn strange.

"Just think of it as polishing the armor, it's not a big deal... but only my problem is not a big deal, your troubles are just beginning."

"You mean their return to the Reunion Movement?"

Amiya said earnestly, "Judging from your attitude, the Reunion Movement certainly deserves our serious attention; according to your thinking, what kind of impact might it have?"

"The guy I killed was called Garson. It's an alias, but he was a mercenary leader who couldn't be ignored—Ace will explain the details to you when we get back."

Milan said, "I'll only talk about the situation here."

“Garsen is dead. The Reunion Movement will no longer treat Canned Food as an insignificant figure. Their attention will soon be focused on us like searchlights, especially now that we've entered the stage of filling in the grid to claim territory.”

"The things we discussed before need to be brought forward."

He was referring, of course, to rescuing the Doctor. Because of this unexpected turn of events, the Sarkaz routs would definitely return to Reunion and bring back news; defeating the Bone Shatterer was a minor matter, but killing Garson was no small feat.

This matter was bound to come to Talulah's attention, and Milan had long been prepared for it.

But what impact will this have, what kind of understanding will it give Talulah, and what kind of targeted decisions will she make in the future?

Milan said that as long as she didn't come herself, he could always find a way; as for if she really did come in person...

In the worst-case scenario, he might have to cover for others.

“I understand, Mr. Milan.”

Amiya tilted her head up and looked at Milan, nodding vigorously with a serious expression: "Please trust Rhodes Island's level of concern for this matter. Believe that we will meet again soon, and I will need you to be prepared then."

Time is equal for everyone; it is a critical and tense situation for Rhodes Island, and it is the same for Canned Goods.

“Pavel, take your men back and prepare. We need to start preparing to evacuate Chernobog today.”

Milan, back at the base, quickly assigned tasks: "At this point, let's not talk about whether we're willing or not. Just compile the list. We might not even have a chance to come back."

"I understand, my lord."