I've died 47 times in this game, so I've decided to sell it.

You think you can just blast a mere star core apart with a single punch?

Want to team up with me?

I have a baseball bat, you have fists.

If we win, we'll split the spoils fifty-fifty.

"Four six, I am six."

Walter pushed up his glasses, his words brimming with an arrogant sense of entitlement.

"……make a deal."

"Deal?! What deal?!"

On March 7th, he grabbed Xing and dragged her back.

"Uncle Yang, can't you tell that you're not in a good state right now?"

He doesn't usually talk like that!

"So Uncle Yang looks more efficient now."

Xing nodded earnestly.

Before March 7th could refute, an explosion suddenly came from afar.

Before anyone could see it, they were already looking over.

The snow on the mountainside next to the snow-capped peak seemed to have been knocked down by the explosion and began to slide down the slope.

The descent became faster and faster, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into an overwhelming white torrent.

"avalanche!"

March 7th's expression changed drastically.

Dan Heng immediately held his spear in front of the crowd.

But the avalanche was so large that it crushed the land all the way down from the mountainside.

Forget about using a gun to block it, even if you build a wall, you'll still be buried alive.

The snow on the ground had begun to tremble, and the roaring sound was so loud it hurt people's eardrums.

Xing looked up at the rolling white wave and blinked:

"So many treasure chests."

"That's snow!!!"

Just then.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect that my first move would be wasted on a small snow mountain!"

Walter adjusted his glasses, looking at the approaching avalanche with confidence.

Then he raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and aimed it at the white torrent.

The next second, an invisible force field suddenly spread out from him.

The snow within a radius of one kilometer sank simultaneously, as if an invisible giant hand had pressed down on the earth.

The massive avalanche seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall.

It came to an abrupt stop less than fifty meters away from the crowd.

The snow waves hung in mid-air, maintaining their cascading posture, yet remained completely still.

Xing looked up at the snow wall that was fixed in mid-air and reached out to poke the bottommost snow tail.

Then he turned to look at Walter:

"Uncle Yang, how long will this last? Could you also build a snowcastle? I want to live in a snowcastle."

Walter did not answer her.

His right hand remained raised, with his five fingers folded together.

The snowflake suspended in mid-air began to compress at a visible speed.

The loose waves of snow transformed into neat, orderly blocks of snow.

Then they were neatly stacked to form a wide passageway.

He turned to look at the crowd, a wildly arrogant smile on his lips:

"Hurry up, I, the leader of this alliance, will give you a ride."

Before the words were even finished, the gravity beneath everyone's feet suddenly vanished.

On March 7th, he cried out in surprise, his body floating uncontrollably into the air, his hands flailing wildly in the air.

Danheng grabbed March 7 by the back of her collar, his face expressionless, to prevent her from drifting away.

Xing adapted quickly, doing a somersault in weightlessness, and then grabbing Qiye's arm as an anchor.

Qi Ye also held Xing tightly.

Walter hovered in the center of the crowd and waved his right hand.

The five people's bodies were pulled by an invisible rope, flying rapidly in the direction from which the explosion came.

Just a few seconds after they flew out.

In the middle of the road, which was originally paved with snow bricks, one of the bricks suddenly shook.

Chapter 33 Frontline

Meanwhile, on the front lines.

Jepard stood behind the makeshift defensive fortifications.

The defensive line in front of him had been fighting continuously for several hours.

The guards rotated in two shifts, and the wounded were carried off the plane faster and faster, with the replacement soldiers getting younger and younger.

Meanwhile, monsters continued to emerge from the rift, their twisted figures appearing and disappearing in the wind and snow.

"No one should be spared!"

Jepard's voice was still loud, and his shield slammed heavily onto the ground, sending snow flying everywhere.

"Below us is Belloberg!"

Your family, friends, and children are waiting in the city! Hold on to the death—hold on to the death is the only way!

The Iron Guards responded with short, forceful shouts and gripped their weapons tightly once more.

Just then, the sound of rapid hoofbeats came from behind.

A messenger galloped in on a panting snow steed.

I almost tripped over the snow when I dismounted.

He rushed to Jepard, clutching a command document in his hand, his voice broken by the wind:

"Sir! The Great Guardian's order: all frontline troops, advance one hundred meters!"

The commotion on the battlefield seemed to be paused for a moment.

The medic who was bandaging the wound stopped applying the bandage.

The Iron Guards, who were loading weapons and ammunition, looked up, and even the Shield Guards at the front couldn't help but turn around for a glance.

Jepard stood there, his blood-stained blond hair tousled by the wind.

Those light blue eyes stared at the order in the messenger's hand for several full seconds.

He then reached out and took the order, opened it, read it from beginning to end, and then turned it over to look at the back.

It seems they are checking if there are any hidden appendices.

"...Advance one hundred meters. Now?"

He closed the order, looked up, and repeated it in a tone that seemed to doubt his own ears.

"Now? Advance one hundred meters into the rift?"

"Yes, yes!"

The messenger was quite young, probably a recent graduate from military academy. He stood ramrod straight, but his lips were trembling.

"The orders from above are to be carried out immediately!"

"What are we going to do by advancing a hundred meters? Are we going to plant a flag there? Or are we going to deliver some gifts to the monsters?"

Jepard slammed the order onto the messenger's chest and pointed to the surging shadows of the rift ahead.

"Did you see that? The next hundred meters are full of Rift Monsters."

That position was within our defense zone last week, but they pushed it out three days ago.

"Now you want me to lead men to push back? How many men? Just these soldiers I have here who just finished two rotations?"

The messenger's lips moved, but he couldn't utter a word.

"Who gave this order?" Jepard pressed.

"Yes, it's signed 'The Great Guardian'..."

"Lord Cocolia?"

Jepard interrupted him, his face showing suppressed anger.

"How could Lady Cocolia give such an order?"

Every time she visits the front lines, she expresses her appreciation to the soldiers stationed there, and every time she returns, she requests an increase in the defense budget in parliament.

Now she wants me to push the living soldiers into the rift?

How can you expect me to believe that?

His adjutant stepped forward and said in a low voice:

"Sir, the seal on the order is genuine."

But the timing of advancing 100 meters was indeed too coincidental.

Just then, a new batch of Rift monsters appeared, and we were exhausted after fighting them for most of the day.

If we proceed as ordered, the casualties will be devastating.

Jepard remained silent for a moment.

He looked at the messenger's young and fearful face, and then at the soldiers behind him who were waiting for him to make a decision.

The order was then folded and placed in the inner pocket of the breastplate.

"...The order has been received, but I know the situation on the front lines better than you do."

He turned around and raised his shield again.

After stabilizing the current defensive line.

I will send out a reconnaissance team to investigate the movements of the rift, and then proceed with further action after ascertaining the situation.

Until then, everyone, hold your ground! We won't leave until the monster retreats!

The Iron Guards responded again, this time with an even louder roar.

The messenger stood there, opening his mouth as if to say something, but then watched Jepard raise his shield again.

In the end, he shut his mouth.

Jepard didn't turn around to look at him, but simply gripped his shield tighter, his gaze piercing through the swirling snow.

It landed on the surging shadow of the rift ahead.

New monsters are forming there.

"Advance one hundred meters."

He repeated the order in a low voice, a bitter smile appearing on his lips, before raising his weapon again.

He didn't have time to think about what was behind the order.