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

But he knew one thing—he wouldn't let those soldiers who believed in him and followed him.

He was sent to his death for an order he himself did not understand.

He will not back down an inch from this line of defense until he finds out the truth.

However, the rift will not give him a chance to catch his breath.

A low roar came from the depths of the crack in the distance.

Immediately afterwards, several rift monsters, far larger than any previous wave, stepped out of the rift.

There are so many of them that at least twenty can be seen with the naked eye.

A dense swarm of small monsters followed behind, rushing towards the defensive line.

Jepard witnessed this scene.

I wonder how many parents will lose their children and how many children will lose their parents after this battle.

But he knew he had to stand at the front, doing his best to hold off for even a second, and protecting as many as he could.

"Iron Guards, form ranks!"

"Shields in front, guns in back! Wounded, retreat; those who can still move, move up!"

"In the name of Landau"

Having endured ice and snow, this will has been forged, and will never end!

The Iron Guards' shouts of agreement rang out, and every soldier who could still stand straightened his back.

The shields closed one after another, forming a defensive line interwoven with silver and steel.

Just then, the vanguard of the Rift Monsters had already reached the edge of the crossfire net.

The Iron Guard's gunners opened fire wildly, the barrage of bullets and the light of cannons weaving into a dense net of fire in the wind and snow.

But there were too many monsters. When the monsters in the front row were defeated, the monsters in the back row immediately took their place, regardless of the losses.

Finally, several large monsters broke through the firepower blockade.

The foremost tentacle swung down its massive tentacle, slashing fiercely at the weakest point in the defense.

There stood a young recruit.

He looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old; his uniform wasn't completely worn out, and the badge on his breastplate was so new it shone.

He held up his shield, his legs trembling but he didn't back down an inch, his eyes fixed on the huge tentacle falling towards him.

He closed his eyes.

The limbs did not fall.

Before I closed my eyes, all I heard were the roars of the monster and the shouts of my comrades.

All the sounds suddenly disappeared after I closed my eyes.

It was as if the earth had been put on pause.

Then a warm current flowed down his face, warming his face which was almost frozen.

He felt he was probably dead, because only the dead could feel the warm wind in the freezing cold.

But he wasn't sure if he would hear his comrades gasping for breath after he died.

The sounds rose and fell, as if all the Iron Guards on the entire front line had forgotten to breathe at the same time.

He opened his eyes.

The enormous tentacle hovered less than a meter above his head.

Frozen in mid-air by an invisible force, the carapace on the surface of the tentacle is cracking.

He turned his head blankly and looked up in the direction of everyone's gaze.

That was the most unreal scene he had ever witnessed in his life.

Five figures were suspended in mid-air.

The middle-aged man wearing glasses at the front seemed to be radiating light.

With his right hand outstretched, palm facing the battlefield below, a domineering smile played on his lips.

Behind him floated a cold-faced young man with a long gun and a pink-haired girl holding a camera.

A gray-haired girl and a man who was shouting something.

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The man spoke.

"How dare you, a mere rabble from a rifted realm, bare your teeth and brandish your claws in front of this old man?"

I could withstand Sirin's imaginary spear back then, you little brats aren't even worthy of carrying her shoes.

"Kneel down, all of you!"

He pressed his palm down half an inch.

All the Rift monsters on the battlefield were crushed into Rift sauce.

Jepard's hand holding the shield froze in mid-air.

He had seen many kinds of fighting: guns, swords and shields, and even monsters from different realms tearing each other apart.

But he had never seen anyone silence the entire battlefield by pressing down half an inch with just one hand.

He looked at the bespectacled man in mid-air, who was radiating golden light, and wanted to speak but found himself at a loss for words.

His adjutant behind him spoke up for him:

"Sir, who are those people?"

"I also want to know."

Jepard's voice was a little hoarse.

The five people in mid-air began to descend.

Walter's feet touched the snow.

He pushed up his glasses and looked around.

He let out a disappointed sigh.

"That's it? I haven't even warmed up yet."

Back when I clashed with the Herrscher in Siberia, the foreplay alone was enough to demolish half a city.

"With your skill level, you're not even qualified to warm up my cane."

"Uncle Yang is awesome! Uncle Yang is amazing! Uncle Yang is so awesome!"

Qiye leaned halfway out from behind Walter, raised her hands above her head, and started shouting.

"I think Uncle Yang has already surpassed his peak! Let's just call him Yang Chaoyue!"

Xing followed almost reflexively, shouting along in unison:

"Yang Chaoyue! Yang Chaoyue! Yang Chaoyue!"

March 7th's face instantly turned bright red. She grabbed Xing's sleeve, lowered her voice, and gritted her teeth:

Are you two crazy?!

Uncle Yang is in a bad state right now, and instead of trying to comfort him, you're helping him go crazy?!

And what's Yang Chaoyue's name?! It sounds like she came from a talent show!

"No, this is a summary of Uncle Yang's combat capabilities."

Xing carefully corrected her.

"Transcending oneself, transcending limits, transcending the stars—Yang Chaoyue."

Three breakthroughs, each building upon the previous one, demonstrate a high level of skill.

After saying that, she turned around and continued shouting.

"Yang Chaoyue! Yang Chaoyue!"

March 7th opened her mouth, wanting to refute, but found herself unable to find a point to refute, and could only helplessly turn to Danheng.

I hope he'll say something.

Dan Heng stood to the side, arms crossed, silent for a long while, then sighed.

He didn't know what to do.

However, what truly drove March 7 to despair was not Qiye and Xing, but the Iron Guards.

The first recruit to be rescued got up from the ground.

Her eyes were still red, and she unconsciously repeated Yang Chaoyue's name.

After he finished reading, he paused for a moment, then his whole face lit up.

It's as if they've found some kind of fulcrum to support their beliefs.

"Yang Chaoyue! Yang Chaoyue saved us!"

He shouted to his comrades around him.

The veteran next to him stroked his beard and nodded thoughtfully.

"Yang Chaoyue... Yang Chaoyue... What a nice name! It sounds great!"

He turned and waved to the guards behind him.

"Brothers! Our benefactor's name is Yang Chaoyue! Remember that!"

Yang Chaoyue!

"Yang Chaoyue! Yang Chaoyue! Yang Chaoyue!"

At first, there were only a few scattered sounds, but then they spread across the entire battlefield like wildfire.

The Iron Guards raised their shields and weapons, shouting in unison to the rhythm.

Throughout the entire front line, hundreds of soldiers who had just crawled out of the gates of hell shouted the same name in unison.

The wind and snow were still blowing, and the shouts were deafening.

March 7th buried his face in his gloves.

She was so embarrassed that she didn't dare to come out.

She has experienced many outrageous things in her life.

But the scene of hundreds of people chanting "Yang Chaoyue" in unison definitely ranks in the top three.

"I feel like I'm participating in some kind of large religious ceremony."

She said sullenly.

"Be confident, that's it."

Xing enthusiastically added insult to injury from the side.

Walter stood in the center of the crowd, arms crossed.

A haughty yet composed smile played on his lips as he accepted everything with equanimity.

He adjusted his glasses, turned to look at Qi Ye, and still had that same domineering confidence:

"Yang Chaoyue? Hmph, that's quite a catchy name. This leader grants permission."

Jepard stood there, still holding his shield, his mouth opening and closing several times but no sound came out.

His adjutant behind him asked in a dreamy tone:

"Sir... so our savior's name is really Yang Chaoyue?"

"...Probably."

Jepard was somewhat bewildered.