Chapter 91

The spotlight on the battlefield has been completely stolen by Mosquito.

If there are no surprises, the MVP of this battle should undoubtedly be him.

As the fuses behind the wooden beehives were all lit, fifty wooden rockets, propelled by heat waves, sliced through the night sky like fire meteors, raining down on the raiders' camp.

One kilogram of black powder is not particularly terrifying; if it didn't land right next to them, it would probably just give them a fright.

However, fifty rockets, each carrying one kilogram of combat components, firing simultaneously is a completely different story.

These wildly inaccurate rockets even outnumber the people lying here!

A total of fifty kilograms of gunpowder was unleashed in three seconds, the explosions almost shattering the eardrums of the raiders.

This perfectly illustrates the saying:

As long as the quantity is sufficient, quantity itself is a form of quality!

Thick smoke instantly burst forth, and thigh-thick pine trees were blown to pieces.

Falling bark, wood chips, and ignited sparks flew across the battlefield, scorching the thugs who were lying down, causing them to roll on the ground and scatter in all directions.

Even if only a few were killed on the spot, the chaotic scene was enough to instill despair.

The players in the trenches, however, were the opposite, their faces illuminated by the firelight, filled with excitement.

"Mosquito is awesome!"

"Damn! Katyusha!"

"Shut up, this is called Katyusha, at most it's a swarm of bees."

"Ha ha ha, so cool!"

The rockets landing on the camp became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The raiders' morale instantly collapsed.

Unable to maintain their collapsing positions, they fled from the burning cover, ignoring the shouts of their squad leaders and not hearing them at all.

No one knew when the next wave of bombardment would come, and no one knew what else was waiting for them.

Like a group of terrified rats, the raiders frantically threw their projectiles, not caring whether they hit enemies or allies, and scattered in a frenzy to save their lives.

Just as they abandoned their positions and scattered in chaos, a sharp whistle suddenly echoed through the forest.

Figures leaped out of the trenches and foxholes, brandishing their weapons, pouncing on the fleeing raiders like hungry wolves.

"Ura!!"

"Charge!"

"Long live the Alliance!"

"Ora ora ora!"

"Ao ao ao!"

The cries of battle were like a tsunami, making the "Fight to the Death" order seem pale and superfluous.

The players, hearing the whistle, were like wild horses breaking free from their reins, seeing the fleeing raiders as walking trophies.

Thoroughly terrified by the savagery of these blue-coated figures, the raiders had never seen anyone more barbaric than themselves.

No.

They were not human.

They were simply a group of gun-wielding eaters!

"Ah, damn."

"Get out of my way, don't block my path!"

"I surrender! I surrender, don't kill me!"

"Boss... We can't hold here, we need to retreat."

"Damn!"

Brothers fell one after another, and those who didn't fall were lying on the ground pretending to be dead. The bear, trying to break through to the northeast, soon found himself alone.

Carrying a hundred pounds of heavy armor, he couldn't run fast, but with bullets flying everywhere, he didn't dare to discard his armor and run. He could only grit his teeth and fight while retreating.

Such a large target was too conspicuous on the battlefield.

He got up and hadn't run a hundred meters when he was locked onto as an "important target" by the pursuing blue-coated figures, who excitedly surrounded him.

The bear was both shocked and angry. These blue-coated figures seemed fearless, showing no fear in their eyes and not caring about the casualties of their comrades.

He raised his hands and fired two shots, shattering the skull of one who approached, and soon two more people, roaring, thrust their spears at him.

The double-barreled shotgun was powerful, but with only two bullets in the chamber, there was no time to reload at such close range.

In desperation, the bear had to abandon his shotgun and use his chest armor to block the spearheads. Then he swung his large hand, grabbed the spears, and easily broke them like pulling cotton.

"Roar!"

He roared ferociously, trying to intimidate those surrounding him with his might.

If it were ordinary survivors, they would have been scared stiff.

But the people in front of him were not ordinary; they were a group of players who disregarded martial virtue. Although they were startled by the sound, they were not paralyzed with fear.

On the contrary,

They were even more excited?

"What the hell?!"

"This SS is pretty strong! At least a centurion!"

"Quick, someone help!"

"Alright! I'll go around the back, you guys hold them off!"

The bear's face was filled with rage; their attitude and reactions made him feel humiliated.

He pulled out the long-handled battle axe from his back and swung it continuously, forcing those who approached to retreat, but these reckless blue-coated figures continued to press forward.

At this moment, the bear suddenly sensed a dangerous aura and turned his head to one side, where he saw a man with a cold expression standing there.

His deerskin coat hung on a branch, fluttering in the north wind.

The man was wearing an exoskeleton, holding a large long-handled war hammer, with his hands casually resting on the handle.

His eyes carried a hint of provocation, as if saying,

"Want to try?"

The corners of the bear's mouth curled up coldly, his face twisted in anger.

"Ha, let's try then!"

He had never been afraid of a power contest.

Even an exoskeleton would be useless against his monstrous strength!

Seeing their NPC and the raider boss SS lock eyes, seemingly triggering a key plot, the players stopped their eager approach.

Since the administrator didn't intend to involve them, it was better to stay on the sidelines and watch the plot unfold.

If they blindly interfered and got hurt or killed by the plot, it would be a huge loss. Many of them had seen the administrator's cannon-like hammer.

"Damn, Jax vs. Nocturne?"

"What Jax vs. Nocturne? Can that hammer fire? It's clearly Poppy!"

"What are you talking about? Isn't it the Hammer Brother from the Fools?"

"... Get lost!"

"..."

Tsk, these idiots.

All the atmosphere I built up for you is wasted.

Forget it.

It's not important anyway.

Chu Guang, planning to end the fight quickly, didn't waste words. He adjusted the exoskeleton's output to maximum, then adjusted his grip on the hammer, placing his thumb on the B mode button.

Prepared, Chu Guang took steady steps toward the bear.

Seeing the man approaching with obvious vulnerabilities, the bear's lips curled into a cruel smile.

Although he didn't know where this man's confidence came from to challenge him one-on-one, he wouldn't let this perfect opportunity pass.

His intuition told him that as long as he controlled this guy, he still had a chance to survive!

His right foot scraped the ground, and his legs suddenly exerted force, charging at Chu Guang like a real bear, roaring.

Admit it, that fully armored figure was indeed quite intimidating. Especially when charging, it was like a tank with its engine revved up, making the ground tremble.

"Coincidence."

"My hammer, it's for tanks!"

B mode

Activate!

High-pressure nitrogen was compressed into a thin layer, adhering to the curved armor surface.

Chu Guang took a step forward, swung the war hammer with all his might.

Seeing the slow-moving hammer, the bear's face showed a hint of a sneer, and he raised his battle axe to strike.

He imagined the heavy and ridiculous hammer being hit away like a baseball by his battle axe.

However, something unexpected happened.

The moment his battle axe met the hammer, it was as if something exploded, sending the axe blade spinning backward.

His tiger's mouth was painfully jolted, and his finger bones felt like they were about to crack.

Holding the empty axe handle, the bear was completely stunned, not understanding what had happened.

"Goodbye."

Steadying the hammer, which was pushed back by the recoil, Chu Guang grinned, not giving him a chance to catch his breath, and swung the hammer again with all his might.

Dragging the reformed nitrogen armor, he slammed it into the bear's chest!

Boom!

In a flash, the bear was blasted away.

His two-meter-tall body flew like a cannonball, smashing into a thigh-thick pine tree behind him.

"Ugh... cough."

A mouthful of blood gushed out, and he didn't know how many bones were broken.

The bear's eyes widened in disbelief, staring at his chest.

He saw the thumb-thick steel plate, originally protruding outward, was now cracked and dented inward, and the dragon bones fixing the armor lining were also broken!

What is this?

That power is definitely not human!

No, this is not just a matter of strength!

Looking at the man with the hammer approaching, a rare hint of fear appeared in the bear's eyes.

He extended his almost broken hand, gritted his teeth, and pried off the steel plate that almost crushed his ribs, struggling to stand up from the ground.

Like a cornered beast, his eyes were bloodshot, his heavy breath forming white mist, and every cell in his body seemed to be trembling.

Suddenly,

When his emotions reached their peak, the bear felt a sensation he had never experienced before surge from his chest, spreading through every vein, every bone, every muscle, and every inch of skin.

His broken ribs seemed to reconnect instantly, and his blood flowed rapidly, making him feel unprecedentedly clear and comfortable.

At the same time, thick fur began to grow wildly on his body, gradually covering him entirely.

The surrounding players exclaimed in shock.

"Damn, this SS is evolving?!"

"What the hell is this?!"

"Moldy?!"

Awakening!

Recalling the rumors he