As everyone retreated to the rear, Rare made his way through the crowds and galloped towards the earth-shattering giant monster.

At this moment, a strong hand pressed Riel's shoulder, and I saw the battlefield commander Kemanda, who was carrying three gears on his shoulder, said with a solemn expression.

"Retreat! I order you to retreat! I know you're an extraordinary Imperial Warrior, and I've seen you all the best! But there are some things that cannot be changed by one person, we need to recognize the reality and stop losses in time, and find new strategies, instead of making unnecessary sacrifices! ”

Ryel didn't shake off the other party's hand holding his shoulder, but said declaratively in an extremely calm tone.

"I'm not trying to prove how great I am, I'm just trying to show all the organic life on this battlefield that the power of machinery is enough to crush everything."

The icy tone feels as believable as the narration of a documentary.

Komanda felt a convincing magic from the mechanical maniac, but his rationality kept him going.

"This ...... It's crazy, the power of the machine is indeed great, but this monster is impossible to defeat! You're the best warrior I've ever seen, and the Empire still needs you! ”

However, Rare's words did not waver, still cold and firm, as if mechanical.

"Nothing can be defeated, facts will always be questioned before they are proven, there is no shame in retreating, but someone must always stand up and prove the truth they believe in."

The unwavering words exuded a moving power, and Rare's firm will was conveyed to the other party through [expression], leaving Commander Komanda in awe.

He let go of Riel's shoulder, gave him a standard Imperial military salute, and watched in silence as Riel headed off in the direction of the front line.

Sometimes inner thoughts don't need to be expressed in words, and silent testimony can communicate everything.

Charging at the front line where the earth shook the ground, Rare felt the terrifying power of the other side.

Creature level twenty or more, already a rare legendary creature in this game.

Creatures that can reach this level, almost without exception, are prominent beings who can leave legends in the world and are widely known.

The legend of the giant minotaur is widespread in the eastern part of the continent of Tamnia, and anyone who has ever seen the monster will talk about it as a matter of conversation.

In contrast, Riel plays the role of an elite soldier of the Empire with top physical fitness.

An existence like him is like a carp crossing the river in the huge base of the Imperial Army, and before Riel manipulated this character to kill all sides, although he was excellent in the Imperial Army, he did not have a blockbuster performance.

In the face of Netoria's illustrious reputation, he was just an unknown man who didn't even have a title.

This terrifying creature level and crushing expressiveness will basically wipe out all players' bold ideas.

Finding a secluded and uninhabited corner, shivering, and praying that you can survive the remaining two hours should be a normal thought for the average player.

But Riel doesn't think so.

First of all, spending the remaining two hours on your behalf, is basically a seemingly reasonable but unrealistic idea.

This is because the Imperial Army in the dungeon can constantly retreat, but the player's range of activities in the dungeon is limited.

Two hours is enough for the opponent to continue to advance the battle line for one kilometer, and then the entire copy will be occupied by the enemy, and alone in such an environment, there is basically no life.

Secondly, although this monster looks bluffing and its battlefield performance is indeed quite amazing, it is nothing more than a giant moving piece of meat in Riel's eyes.

The opponent is completely crushing in terms of physique and strength, but the weaknesses are very obvious: lack of intelligence, slow movements, and extremely slow reactions.

It's just that these weaknesses are almost completely masked by its earth-shattering and terrifying expressiveness, so that the average person does not calmly think about the coping strategy against it.

However, Riel can easily perceive all this, he will not let go of the other party's weaknesses, as long as there is the slightest flaw and the possibility of operation, he will turn it into real action.

Against the panicked crowd, Riel finally arrives in front of the moving mountain.

Although there was not the slightest fear in his heart, just the aura emanating from that powerful life form still made Rare's body involuntarily suppressed.

The divine power of the gods of nature has made Netoria's life level substantially promoted.

The creature level of [Fourth Order] surpasses that of Riel by four steps.

In front of this creature, Rare was as insignificant as an ant in front of the dragon.

This feeling of difficulty breathing is a primordial reaction beyond the conditioned reflex, a human reverence for the majesty of the gods.

The insurmountable class divide is pressed on Rare's DNA in four ways.

But soon, this sense of oppression disappeared.

Because Riel said a word to the body.

[All things are false, all things are allowed.] ]

The power of [expression] allows Rare's will to run through the entire body.

The feeling of oppression is like ice and snow illuminated by the scorching sun, which quickly melts.

The heart works like a pump, the lungs expand to the limit like a blower, and the blood flow accelerates wildly, delivering oxygen to every part of the body.

The brown skin was a surging red with blood, and the bones rattled slightly under the muscles that were tight to the limit.

Riel untied his body's self-protective shackles and focused all his attention on the behemoth in front of him.

In the next operation, as long as there is the slightest deviation, this tiny body will be shattered.

But Riel wasn't worried.

He doesn't let deviations happen to him.

The huge pitch-black metal rod swept in with a wind that swept the heavens and the earth, feeling the gas flow in the surrounding space, and Riel's eyes emitted a cold white light.

This white light contains extremely concentrated mental power, which is the manifestation of Rare's ability to operate the [Extreme Meme] properties to the limit.

The hum of the chainsaw sword rang out, and the man began to get serious.