Meanwhile, far behind the player camp.
"Old Liang! Hurry, hurry! Pull out this Poison Swamp Crocodile's spine for me!"
[Hannibal] was covered in mud, holding a bone saw as he frantically dissected a beast that had just been killed.
Because the system's resurrection and teleportation mechanics only applied to players themselves, the [Fruit Mecha No. 2] they had painstakingly built earlier could not be teleported over at all!
But such a minor setback could not stump this bunch of infrastructure maniacs.
"The frame is up. Start filling it in."
[Bi Ren Liang Mou] directed several hundred [Flesh Artisan]s and [Bone Artisan]s, gathering materials directly from the battlefield. Using colossal beast bones from the Poison Marshes and the Dark Spirit Race's flesh-and-blood remains, they forcibly handcrafted an even uglier temporary [Fruit Mecha No. 3 Special Edition] behind their lines in barely more than ten minutes, its entire body dripping with venom!
With hundreds of people working together, they could create something with combat power comparable to top-tier players!
"Get moving, damn it!"
Hannibal jumped into that foul-smelling flesh cockpit and pulled down the control lever.
"Boom—!"
The thirty-meter-tall temporary Flesh Gundam lit up several rows of utterly useless ghostly blue luminescent glands across its chest, like RGB lighting effects. Belching thick poisonous fumes, it charged wildly toward the Dark Spirit Army's Siege Behemoth with earthshaking strides!
Atop Silver Moon City's walls.
Every Star Spirit Warrior who had been prepared to die was dumbfounded.
They watched these reinforcements descend from the sky, watched their slaughter methods that were even more brutal than the Dark Spirit Race's, their fearlessly reckless fighting style, and their ugly, grotesque Flesh War Chariots...
The Star Spirit Adjutant swallowed and asked the commander tremblingly:
"G-General... are these people really here to save us? Why do I feel like...