"Boom!"
High atop Palace Mountain, Lord Payn was facing off against six Golden Mummy Queens. Down below, the Palace of Morhan was no less busy.
Amid earth-shaking tremors, the power armor codenamed "Dragon" wielded two chainswords and hacked wildly at the enemy without the slightest technique. It relied entirely on brute force to slice the onrushing Underworld Knights in half, then pound them into a pulp.
The first power armor to be repaired was now being piloted by Eat Dates and Die, who had gone completely berserk.
He stood alone before the sealed workshop, fearlessly facing a vast horde of undead. He was just like Zhang Fei at Dangyang Bridge—or, as he preferred to imagine, Zhao Zilong at Changban Slope.
Ahem, forgive the old-timer's rather dated self-comparison. It was hard enough for a man in his sixties to keep up with the times, let alone expect him to use the latest internet memes.
"Eat Dates, can you hold out?"
Horse King's anxious voice came from inside Dragon's cockpit.
"We're copying the program to the other twenty suits of power armor. Hold on a little longer. It'll probably take ten minutes or so to get them all running."
"No problem, I can hold out! This thing's indestructible and immovable. I'd say I've got the upper hand right now."
Eat Dates and Die answered in the hoarse, impassioned voice of a battle-hardened old man.
"Take your time. No rush on my end. I can even squeeze in a stress test for our program. But even if we get all the Sandsea Guards' power armor running, where do we go? We don't know this place at all. Are we supposed to just pick a direction?"
"Someone on the forum said that after the Pharaoh was assassinated, they got a random mission from Lord