With a muffled thud, the two fell off the skeletal horse and crashed heavily onto the sand.
At this moment, the flames that had already Spread throughout [ Western Sharpshooter ]'s body also began to burn towards [ Elderly and Children Fly First ].
But at this moment, the two couldn't care less about anything else. Seeing that the pistol was no longer effective, [ Western Sharpshooter ] abandoned the revolver, drew a short-handled bone blade, and began to engage in hand-to-hand combat with his opponent.
Meanwhile, [ Elderly and Children Fly First ] began to Directed Alienation short weapons for close combat, and the two were instantly entangled together again.
The special attribute allocation of [ Elderly and Children Fly First ] is, after all, primarily focused on plants and secondarily on Psionic Energy, giving it a natural advantage compared to [ Western Sharpshooter ], which is primarily focused on Psionic Energy and secondarily on mechanical energy.
New triangular spikes kept appearing in his palms. Each time he stabbed his opponent, he would release the spikes and leave them inside the opponent's body. In the blink of an eye, he had turned [ Western Sharpshooter ] into half a pufferfish.
[ Western Sharpshooter ] was not to be outdone. The two bone-bladed daggers at his waist were exceptionally sharp, and with a single thrust, they could leave a penetrating wound on [ Elderly and Children Fly First ].
The two, one cosplaying as a pufferfish and the other as a sieve, relentlessly attacked each other without uttering a sound. In another world's old society, they would be two gang leaders skilled in "civil warfare."
The sudden eruption of flames on the otherwise peaceful battlefield had already attracted the attention of some players.
Upon noticing that the commanders of both sides were personally engaged in hand-to-hand combat, both sides immediately came to reinforce them.
After another round of fighting, the spiked [ Western Sharpshooter ] and the riddled-with-holes [ Elderly and Children Fly First ] were finally rescued by their respective companions.
As the distance between the two sides widened again, the remaining number of people was less than half of what it was at the beginning. It was clear that both sides were really getting heated, and the commanders, who had been helped back onto their horses, began to reorganize the troops once more.
After that suicidal assault, the surviving skeletons looked at [ Western Sharpshooter ] with a slightly different gaze.
If before it was just simple fear, now that fear has been mixed with a touch of respect.
In any world, regardless of race, brave and skilled warriors always earn the love and respect of others.
Just as both sides were preparing for another clash, a voice that no one expected suddenly rang out.
It wasn't an explosion, an impact, a battle cry, or a wail, but a clear and melodious... singing voice:
"I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war
"I wanna good steed under me like my forefathers before
"And I wanna good mount when the bugle sounds and I hear the cannons' roar
"I wanna be in the cavalry if I must go off to war..."
Accompanied by rhythmic military music, a massive structure, as tall as a two-story building, appeared on a sand dune at the edge of the battlefield.
This is a fortress made entirely of wood, but metal parts can be seen in many key locations.
While it can't compare to a sandcastle with over a hundred garrison soldiers, this fortress has one major advantage: it moves!
As the mobile fortress rolled over the sand dunes, the music, which had been barely audible before, grew louder.
At the same time, both sides in the battle were able to see more details of the fortress:
To avoid sinking into quicksand, the fortress used wide tracks on both sides.
The front is equally astonishing, featuring a massive triangular pyramid-shaped front end that looks as if someone had specifically dismantled a sailboat's ram and installed it there.
On either side of the mobile fortress, a line of otherworldly text was painted in striking red and yellow stripes. " King of Fall Resistance, I Guess."
At this moment, on the platform at the top of the fortress, seven or eight Soul Returner Self-Sustenance musical instruments, while a master and a servant sang loudly.
All the sounds blended together and were amplified across the entire battlefield by the sound-amplifying array, silencing both those who understood the lyrics and those who didn't.
However, no one dared to make a move, because no one knew why a mobile fortress had appeared here.
Everyone had, of course, heard of the name "King of Fall Resistance, I Guess," but at this moment, the Soul Returner on the Alliance side thought it was support from the Empire, and the Empire side thought so too.
The emergence of this chain of suspicion led both sides to remain inactive, and as the fortress drew ever closer, everyone became curious about the logic behind their actions.
The mobile fortress did not favor either side in the battle; instead, it deliberately positioned itself in the very center of the battlefield, in the valley between two sand dunes.
As Slow forward, the front of the mobile fortress also changed:
Amidst the faint sounds of mechanical operation, the ram-like pyramid was disassembled by rotation, then moved down to a height level with the chassis, resembling a forklift from another world.
But that wasn't all. As everyone watched, the row of comb-like spikes descended lower and lower, their angle shifting downwards, until finally they pierced directly into the sand in front of them.
As the fortress advanced, the comb-like teeth finally revealed their purpose—
It dug the corpses out of the sand, then transported them upwards by rows of comb-like teeth, eventually "eating" them into the interior of the fortress.
Then the gates on both sides of the fortress opened, and corpses were thrown out one by one. Those belonging to the Empire were thrown to the north side, and those belonging to the Alliance were thrown to the south side. Surprisingly, the bodies were sorted on both sides for easy collection.
Seeing this absurd scene, the crowds on both sides erupted in noise again:
"This looks just like the Harvest back in my hometown!"
"That's true, except the Harvest harvest wheat and rice."
"Since we're all in a vegetative state, using Harvest is practically fine, rounding up the numbers."
"Genius."
Why is the " King of Fall Resistance, I Guess account here?
"Does Lord Machine Spirit need to report to you to go wherever he wants?"
"..."
When the King of Fall Resistance, I Guess reached the end of the battlefield, the last fallen corpse was sorted and thrown out.
The valley floor, nestled between two sand dunes, was now littered with corpses, sorted into different categories. And at that very moment, the classic cavalry song played its final note.
The mobile fortress came to a stop, and the band on it began a break between songs, with some drinking water and others chatting, just like a concert.
Seeing that the cavalry on both sides had ceased their movements, a somewhat hoarse voice finally reached everyone's ears:
"Why did you stop? I wanted to watch more."