I'm Not Skarbrand, I'm Saffrin!

If your stats can't compete with the mechanics, it's only because your stats aren't strong enough. When your stats are strong enough, they become the mechanics.

Take a certain autistic high school student as an example. What's the point of Eva Unit-01? Give him a Beta Magic Wand, and all that painful, autistic, and depressive stories will turn into a wish-fulfillment, Long Aotian!

Angels are nothing! Eva Unit-01.

If Shinji Ikari holds the Beta Magic Wand for five seconds without smiling, then he's truly depressed. But depression is an illness, and all illnesses can be cured. Transforming into Ultraman and unleashing a burst of power will give you an incredibly satisfying experience.

You're telling me the Apostles have an AT position and absolute defense? Fine, go ahead and talk to my Spacium Ray!

I, Ultraman Lipiah, am 45 meters tall, weigh 50,000 tons, travel at Mach 3 per second, have a grip strength of 100,000 tons, possess full frontal and dual defense, and ample damage immunity from the back. My left leg is agile and heavy, while my right leg is heavy and agile. My left punch deals high damage, and my right punch deals high damage as well. My transformation mechanism is incredibly powerful, and my ability to clear the screen with a single click by crossing my left and right legs is truly amazing.

Even if we can't win, we're not afraid. I, Lipia, have my big brother protecting me. And I can tell you definitively that the plan to exterminate humanity was devised by Zofi, and Lord Zofi has another name: Saffrin!

Have you heard of Zetton, the celestial extinction weapon? A 1 trillion-degree fireball? You're kidding me.

This is why Mordred was in such a good mood while everyone else was filled with bitterness and resentment; after all, playing a wheelchair hero every day would be fun for anyone.

But now, with his wheelchair shattered, a dilapidated wooden door has blocked the invincible Lord Mordred.

"Ha, I'm so angry! You just copied the template, fine, but why did you copy this garbage setting too?"

The crowd couldn't understand Mordred's impotent rage, simply because they hadn't anticipated the kind of ridiculous scheme they were about to encounter. Had they seen it a few more times, they probably would have reacted the same way.

"No way, I won't accept this! I refuse to believe that the four of us combined can't beat a broken wooden door. If you can't get through the wooden door, then I can at least climb the wall, right?"

Without any hesitation, Mordred, already caught up in the game, immediately started the second playthrough in Guilliman.

This time, the four-person team cooperated even better, squeezing Guilliman's performance to the limit, dodging left and right amidst the barrage of bullets, dodging when they could, and activating their shields to withstand the attacks when they couldn't.

The four souls connected more quickly. Sometimes Mordred would flash forward, sometimes Zhuang Sen would sense the killing intent, and Sisyphus would continue to crouch down with his head in his hands to increase his defense and reduce damage.

But when the four of them didn't crash into the wooden door this time, but instead gathered their strength and jumped, using their left foot to step on their right foot and their right foot to step on their left foot, spiraling upwards in the style of the great Guo Jing, trying to climb over the high wall, they crashed into an invisible air wall.

Five seconds later, looking at the still Serenity and serene Majula Harbor around her, Mordred broke down.

"Damn it! I'm not satisfied, let's play again."

"Don't go, Second Brother. Can we rest for a bit? We've finished our rations, and Guilliman is too weak."

Once they leave Majula, the four of them will experience a rapid drop in stamina, and they will be treated like small loaves of bread by the entire world. Although they won't die, Guilliman can no longer withstand these two marathons.

Moreover, it wasn't just Guilliman; Zhuang Sen and Sisyphus, who were possessed by the Personality Excretion Device and the Yellow Skins Antenna, were also suffering, as their power was also drained.

But Mordred is the one who gets exploited the most, after all, this demon realm was created by him, making him a specialist in granular alignment.

"Second Son, let's take a rest."

Zhuang Sen's words dissuaded Mordred from giving it another try. Seeing that his good brother was exhausted, Mordred had no choice but to give up.

"Since things have come to this, let's eat first."

"Yay!"

With the sea breeze blowing, Guilliman no longer needed anyone's instructions. He started a fire, picked up unwanted baby Mushrooms and Jingba Mushroom eggs from the cliff, and even killed a porcupine. He used the oil to fry a pot of mushroom and egg soup.

The cooking skills weren't particularly good, but the ingredients were extremely fresh. After drinking a whole pot of rich soup, Guilliman was instantly revitalized and lay down on the beach to sunbathe.

"Second Brother, are you even capable? I feel like your strategy guide is off."

"A real man doesn't say no! That's how I played back in the day. In this situation, you have to run around the map, gather all the monsters together, and AoE them down. I am the King of Elden!"

"So how did you get A?"

"Wind Spirit Moon Shadow."

Hearing Mordred's extremely calm tone, the three siblings didn't react for a moment, but through Psychic Empathy, they quickly understood what this so-called Wind Spirit Moon Shadow was.

Even Zhuang Sen was so angry he laughed, cursing him as a scoundrel. "You're cheating in a game, do you think you can protect your family?"

"Why can't it be protected? I'm not even playing online, what's wrong with me having some fun?"

"Shut up! Your days of recklessly driving the Guilliman are over. You know the rules. Hand over all the intelligence now!"

I never expected my brother to be so despicable, but someone even more despicable appeared right away, all because Guilliman said, "I trust my Second Brother, I like the feeling of being controlled by Second Brother."

Upon hearing this, both Zhuang Sen and Sisyphus were shocked. "Dude, have you been possessed by that Luojia? Didn't you realize we're speaking up for you?"

"Guilliman, do you have some kind of leverage over Mordred?"

"No, I'm just worried about my brother."

No, something's nine-tenths off. Guilliman isn't usually like this; he wouldn't be this obsequious. So something must have gone wrong. But thankfully, the minority obeys the majority, and Guilliman doesn't have the right to vote.

Zhuang Sen and Sisyphus immediately sidelined Mordred and forced him to reveal everything he knew.

"Fine, I'll give you all the information I know right now. But let me make this clear: you newbies aren't even as good as me, so don't come begging me for help later."

Just like the last time Optimus Prime Megatron at the 4S shop and attacked the exhaust pipe, dripping 95 gasoline, which tricked Vashtorr, Mordred poked his hand into his brain and immediately pulled out three clumps of memory fragments.

These three fragments of memory have been rendered harmless and contain all the information Mordred knew, including the entire process of him slacking off at work and completing a video game back then.

Because it was an immersive experience, after consuming the memory fragment, the three immediately began discussing countermeasures and thoroughly reviewing every detail. The only problem was that the memory fragment was too effective, causing the three of them to frequently utter strange remarks such as "the Dark Sword is not twenty-one" or "I touched it."

After the three of them fully absorbed the memory fragments, they looked down on Mordred even more. "You're such a clumsy player who can't even play properly with cheats, and you want to lead us through monsters? How dare you?"

So after repeated discussions, the original configuration was instantly disrupted. Sisyphus, who had the least presence, became the driver, Zhuang Sen served as the perception radar, Mordred became the displacement tool, and Guilliman also served as the fusion material and battery.

After all, Sisyphus had been to the Underhive before, and her biggest characteristic was cowardice. Cowardice means caution, and coupled with her low-level Cognitive Pollution comparable to a meme, she was perfect for pioneering.

Sisyphus, who was cowardly to the end, also acted differently from Mordred. She first drove Guilliman to eat and drink her fill, carried a bag of dry rations, and then began to cut down trees to make ladders. Instead of going through the forest where a large number of enemies were entrenched, she chose to jump into the well.

Sisyphus, walking cautiously through the abyss, would hide whenever possible, sometimes crawling in the shadows, sometimes crouching with his head in his hands for defense, and when he could no longer hide, he would only choose to assassinate from behind, never giving his enemies a chance to discover him.

At this moment, everyone also discovered that as they killed the Aberrant, the power they had consumed would be replenished.

In this extremely cautious mode, Guilliman's energy expenditure was minimized. He would eat when he was tired, and continue his journey after eating. Finally, after many twists and turns, he managed to arrive at a sacrificial site.

There were no zombies, no grotesque and twisted Aberrant, and no bloodthirsty plants; there was only a giant Golden Tree.

"See that? This is the right way to move forward. Second Brother, you Old Ones codger, you're the most useless one."

Mordred remained silent, only gazing at the ever-burning bonfire in the center of the sacrificial ground. A sword was stuck in the fire, one of the ten Black Sword he had given away, with a name engraved on the hilt— Akurduna.

When the 3000 Soul of Vengeance breached the Ultimate Wall Serenity, Akurduna and the Son of the Emperor remained stationed at Serenity, even serving Tribune for a period.

Unfortunately, all that happened in the past has vanished in the millennia, and the scattered ruins around us are proof of it all. These warriors who couldn't retreat in time were all thrown into this demonic realm.

"Look what this is! It has such a big feather."

Through Guilliman's eyes, everyone looked at the dry well next to the sacrificial site. Several pieces of leftover bones were scattered around, and at the corner next to the dry well was a hut made of feathers.

"These bird feathers look so familiar... I feel like I've seen them somewhere before? Wait, these aren't bird feathers, they're chicken feathers!"

"Chicken, Mordred, are you kidding me? This feather is almost 3 meters long, so this chicken must be at least 10 meters away. Speaking of which, I was just about to ask, why aren't there any enemies here?"

According to the four's analysis, the enemy who had previously bombarded them was Atlas, but it had lost its mind under the repeated oppression in this demonic realm.

But no one dies here. However, each death results in the loss of humanity and the extraction of fragments of their souls, turning them into veritable living corpses.

Given Atlas's cunning and treacherous nature, such a good open area should definitely have firing positions, but so far there has been no ambush.

"Did you hear anything? It sounds like frogs croaking!" Guilliman asked.

"Toads, could it be those disgusting cursed frogs again?"

"No, that thing is disgusting, but the sound makes my skin crawl. Zhuang Sen, do you feel that way too?"

"Yes!" Zhuang Sen answered so readily that Mordred listened intently, while only Sisyphus was puzzled.

As the sound grew clearer, Mordred finally remembered what it was. "It's Toad-Hound! Run! We've angered them!"

Without any hesitation, when a giant toad, at least 3 meters tall, appeared at the edge of his field of vision, Mordred decisively took on the role of the toad and plunged headfirst into the dry well next to him.

In an instant, a yellowish-green, highly toxic mushroom cloud rose from the ground, melting everything caught in the blast wave into a pool of Concentrated Liquid, which returned to normal five seconds later.

The four who fell into the dry well were not faring any better. Although they were not killed by the toads, there was a hidden world below the well, where a tall figure wearing purple armor appeared before them.

His withered white hair dragged on the ground, his long-dormant power backpack was covered in moss, and all around him were skeletons—human, Dog-men, but mostly Daemon.

This underground space was so vast that it seemed to stretch to the horizon, yet countless skeletons covered the ground, and the entire underground cavity contained nothing but corpses.

The figure did not launch an attack, but simply wandered alone in this dark place, circling the skeletons in the center, with only a few specks of light faintly visible in its embrace.

The corpses were so numerous: there were Son of the Emperor adorned in magnificent attire and painted in noble purple armor; there were Space Super Dogs wearing pointed helmets and long-snouted muzzles; there were Spartan Warriors in green Paint Scheme, reduced to mere armor shells; and there was even the exceptionally robust and Clever Head Ogryn—

The Serenity Guards, who were once dragged into the abyss by Mordred, are all here, and this is where Atlas was buried.

An indescribable emotion spread through their hearts. None of the three old men from the Great Crusade could speak. Or perhaps they sensed something. Only the instinctive Akurduna stopped and, driven by the will that had been etched into his instincts, walked toward Guilliman.

His eyes, long since withered and shrunken, were dull and lifeless; his dry, emaciated body could no longer support the armor brimming with glory; he had even lost his weapon. "Is it you—Father?"

Guilliman was not his father, nor were the three consciousnesses that entered Guilliman's body; there was no Fulgrim here at all.

"It's me. You did a great job. You can take a break now."

Akurduna paused upon hearing the voice. His already withered eyes prevented him from seeing his surroundings, and his shattered soul was not enough to make him think. But he would never forget his father's voice.

"If you were him, Your Highness, I kept my promise. Everyone is here, they are all here. Tell my father for me that I am not a coward!"

Akurduna pulled out a seed that shimmered with a dim Faint Light, but the seed had already taken root and sprouted in his chest, and he was too weak to force out a feeble smile.

Akurduna lost his will to live. He had held fast in this Outside World demon realm for ten thousand years, but as he fulfilled his promise, endless exhaustion completely overwhelmed him.

A dying man's words are often kind, and for a soldier, this honor will not be forgotten. But Guilliman was, after all, a good son with both parents, and quite sentimental. He didn't want to deceive others. "Actually, I'm not Fogg, nor am I my Second Brother. I'm Guilliman, but my Second Brother is indeed..."

"What, you're Ambition —ah!" Before Guilliman could finish speaking, Akurduna, who had been on the verge of death, couldn't even catch his last breath and died just like that!

"Oh, what's wrong with me? Why is everyone so prejudiced against me?"

Looking at the crumbling Akurduna, Guilliman couldn't accept it at all. So, everyone ostracized me ten thousand years ago? I'm a heinous criminal, I'm Ambition's clothing, I crushed all the instant noodles, and I kicked the dog that passed by the door.

"Come on, Guilliman. You can fool others, but don't fool yourself. You have the worst reputation of all the brothers right now. Hurry up and pull that sapling down."

"What?! He's already dead and you're still desecrating his corpse?! You bastard!"

Mordred didn't want to explain to this idiot, but considering he was a Psychic Power Muggle, he couldn't help but explain, "Open your eyes and look carefully, this is Golden Tree."

Do you think I'd be bored to plant this thing in Serenity? This thing is a kind of biological Infinity Circuit, a Symbiote.

Akurduna's soul is in this sapling. The three of us can see it except you. If you can't see it, that's fine. Hurry up and get to work, or it'll come back to life soon."

And it was this delay that allowed the Golden Tree, now free from the suppression of the mother's consciousness, to erode Akurduna's body, sending out its dense roots in an attempt to burrow into Guilliman's body.

"Smack~"

But the jokes aren't meant to make fun of the person. Guilliman might only be able to beat half of Agent Kid's Alpharius or Omega in a one-on-one fight, but that's because he's always overthinking things. His stats are definitely not bad, and he easily grabbed the Symbiote.

Perhaps because the Serenity black soil was too imposing, the Golden Tree underwent a second mutation, and its beautiful flower buds immediately opened outwards, revealing the sharp teeth inside.

Then, in a fit of rage, Guilliman pulled out his teeth one by one.

"You bastard, you dare bite me? You really don't respect me at all! What are you going to do now?"

"Go pick up the biggest helmet, then crush Khur's corpse and stuff it in as fertilizer. We can't waste such good fertilizer. Also, collect samples of the bones. I plan to resurrect them later."

Remember to make sure you don't get it wrong, only choose the Son of the Emperor, not the Atlas.

Although it sounds like hell, it really is. In this burial ground, Guilliman can only work as a Gundam recycler, picking and choosing from the corpses. The good news is that there's no shortage of containers, though the wrappers are made of human skin.

Carrying a bag made of Khur and a bonsai made of Khur compost, Sisyphus continued to steer the Guilliman deeper into the ocean.

For some unknown reason, the deeper we explored, the fewer of these Aberrant there were. There were also numerous signs of battle all around, and we didn't know what had attracted the monster away.

On the fifth day, the four of them arrived at an even deeper underground space, where there was no natural light source, only luminous moss.

"Blighttown? This place looks weird. Maybe we should take a detour."

"No, go this way. I feel an inexplicable calling from the world, it's definitely Tom."

Since Mord said so, Sisyphus could only follow suit. Relying on the Primarch's powerful stats, he easily killed the two gatekeeper Jingba Mushroom and then killed all sorts of other mushrooms in succession.

Perhaps due to the dark and damp environment, the Blighttown became a breeding ground for mushrooms, and even Aberrant dog-head mushroom, unlike anything ever seen before, appeared!

Especially those black and white patterned corpses, Mord recognized them immediately as his underlings, and the largest one was none other than the Dog-men Casca.

However, the bloodstains all around proved that a fierce battle had taken place here, and the victor was Tom.

As usual, gene samples were extracted, and the nearest Golden Tree was picked up. This guy Guilliman already had bags and bags full of several pots of saplings. He could successfully blend into the Underhive and impersonate Ogryn's Scavengers without any makeup.

Due to the scarcity of supplies, the other three were alright, but Guilliman had to rely on eating corpses to replenish his energy. He ate his fill of dog-head mushrooms and was always tolerant and forgiving on the road, even more so than Sha Wujing). He would even say auspicious words to make everyone laugh.

This made both Zhuang Sen and Sisyphus suspect that Mord had really given him some kind of magic potion, otherwise he wouldn't be working so hard. However, Mord was in a bad mood and hadn't spoken a word since leaving Blighttown.

They didn't know how much time had passed, but after Ren and his family had finished eating the Shigen dog-head mushrooms and completely exhausted all their resources, and even Shigen wild grass was nowhere to be found, the four of them finally emerged from the underground world.

Looking at the thick tree roots that filled his field of vision and were deeply embedded in the lava, Guilliman walked toward the Chaos Energy Furnace in the distance without Mord's command.

The environment here is different from before; the skeletons are enormous, almost all of them are Daemon, and they will turn to ashes instantly if touched.

What exactly happened here?

"I don't know, but all those Daemons are dead. Their essence was completely exhausted, not even a trace of their souls remained. And look around, there's no sign of any battle."

"So all these Daemon committed suicide?"

"Yes, these Daemons all committed suicide." Mordred, who had been silent, suddenly spoke up and took control of Guilliman's domain, "This was a world sacrifice. All of humanity's essence was transformed into nourishment and absorbed by this demonic realm to ensure that this dimension would not dissipate. I don't know how long they persisted, but they succeeded in the end."

Looking at the familiar yet strange Chaos Energy Furnace before him, Mord already guessed what was happening here. But as he entered the core of the furnace and saw the Black Glaze structure wrapped in countless cables and roots, a weary voice rang out. "Boss, you've finally arrived!"

"Skarbrand, is that Tom standing on your feet?"

"Tom?" Looking down at the desiccated corpse that had been beheaded by his own sword and completely drained by the furnace, the four-armed, long-tailed great Daemon nodded. "Yes, I am in pain for him. Your Fealty offspring wants me to destroy this demon realm, but that is absolutely not allowed. Our Burning Crusade is not over, we have not lost!"

Yes, that's right! We didn't lose. Our grand plan is still in progress. You promised to lead us on an eternal expedition, just as you promised.

"Legion Commander, what did you just call me?"

Their eyes met, Mordred sighed as he looked at Skarbrand, who had completely merged with the Black Glaze. "Skarbrand, your mission is over. Return my sword."

"Hmph~ My name isn't Skarbrand. Land is dead. I am the Legion Commander of the Yushao Legion. I am Saffrin!"

Daemon, who was more like a dried-up Saffrin than a demon, stood up and Roared to the sound of strange drumbeats coming from all around, "I cannot obey your orders! You could have taken us away. You gave us a dream that could never be realized, but you abandoned us. You are the traitor of the Yu Shao Legion!"

Boss, you know the rules. If you want the right cards, then come and get them yourself.

"War!"

"War!"