The wind over the wasteland was hot. Even in broad daylight, faint grayish-purple auroras flowed and twisted overhead, shrouding the entire barren land in a sickly, suffocating gloom. Even the sunlight could not dispel the corruption bursting forth from the warp.
If nothing else changed, this planet would be completely dead within a few years, no longer fit for living creatures. That was beyond doubt!
Of course, that was something to worry about later. At least for the next few years, the environment would not deteriorate that quickly.
At that moment, a group of green figures was slowly moving south across the scorched earth, arranged in a loose, crooked line.
Every one of them was listless. No one spoke or laughed along the way; there were only heavy footsteps and the occasional faint sigh forced out from deep in someone's throat.
This greenskin player squad had a total of twenty people. They were the same ones who had charged excitedly toward Chaos Town yesterday, swearing to take down the BOSS and claim the resources of the entire town, only to be blown to pieces by the fortress mech BOSS that rose to its feet.
They were now walking along the road leading south—the road to that town.
"..."
As the group leader, Dragon Knight Commander naturally walked at the very front of the team.
But a closer look would make it clear that he was in low spirits. His shoulders slumped, his head hung low, and even his fangs seemed to have lost their usual ferocious vigor.
He said nothing, nor did he have the mood to speak. And there was nothing strange about that!
For half a month—an entire half month—ever since the first day of the game's launch, they had thrown themselves into that town. For it, they