“Dragon Charge!”

Male God shouted the chuunibyou-esque and cheesy move name, charging at the enemies who were still disoriented and dazed from the shelling.

After a not-so-long sprint, he easily accumulated a speed of over 90 kilometers per hour, and combined with his weight of over 1.5 tons after being equipped with weapons, he forcibly knocked two Apollo security personnel in power armor flying along the way.

“Taste my Mad Dragon Claw Strike!”

After rushing into the company lobby, Male God swung his plasma power claw with all his might, impaling another security guard who couldn't dodge in time.

He pulled hard, flinging the dead security guard, who was now even deader, to knock down an incoming reinforcement.

“Concentrate fire! Concentrate fire on that monster!”

The remaining people screamed hoarsely, making their last stand in extreme terror.

After all, they were considered the elite guarding the headquarters, not so easily broken. After calming down slightly, they regrouped and pointed numerous muzzles at Male God in the center of the hall.

“Are you pretending we don't exist?!”

Just then, a dense barrage of gunfire poured in from outside the company door. Ma Lou led his team in, providing timely fire support for Male God.

The two sides engaged in a standoff, using the pillars in the luxurious lobby, Mr. Sang's statue, and other structures as cover.

And in such a direct shootout, trying to win against the First Battle Group of Cangyuan with gunplay and movement skills was truly very, very difficult—

“Damn it! We need backup!”

Before long, Apollo announced that they simply couldn't hold on.

Reinforcements arrived quickly. Ma Lou heard footsteps, heavier than power armor, coming from above the lobby.

This is…—

“Watch out, enemy heavy units are entering the field!”

No sooner had he spoken than a land combat mecha of the same model as Mr. Sang leaped down from a high platform, activating its back thrusters mid-air to slow down and land steadily.

“Don't panic! Rally around me!”

A company executive personally entered the fray, shouting through a loudspeaker, attempting to boost morale.

It must be said that Mr. Sang did leave behind some management legacy; at least the executives he promoted were truly capable of stepping up when needed!

It's no wonder Apollo was able to develop relatively rapidly.

If they hadn't been unlucky enough to encounter Cangyuan, their future might have been very bright.

Of course, it might also be that the mecha gave the company executive piloting it immense confidence, making him feel that he wouldn't perish as easily as others.

A hero complex immediately took over.

Unfortunately, the ideal was plump, but reality was bony.

“Stand back, I've got this!”

Male God roared.

A mecha!? Perfect timing!

Finally, an opponent he could truly contend with!

He lowered his stance, pushed off the ground, agilely dodging a series of sweeps from a large-caliber Gatling autocannon, and arrived directly in front of the mecha.

He flipped, powerfully raising his gravity hammer high.

Only then did Ma Lou realize that Male God's build was actually not much different from the land combat mecha; there was no difference in absolute strength between the two!

Male God's hammer weighed a full 350 kilograms, and its gravitational potential energy when raised high was already quite terrifying. Furthermore, the tail of the hammerhead had additional "enhancements" from the Engineers.

“Come on, baby!”

Male God activated the rocket acceleration switch on the gravity hammer. Under the dual acceleration of metal hydrogen rockets and gravity, the hammerhead plunged down with thunderous force.

The pointed, conical tungsten carbide hammerhead was extremely sharp, and, like Cangyuan's other melee weapons, it could also eject scorching superheated plasma, greatly increasing its armor-piercing capability.

Of course, since high temperatures also cause self-ablation, this high-heat armor-piercing mode was only activated when necessary.

Like now!

With a loud crash, the heavy hammer struck down from above, deeply embedding itself into the mecha's chest cockpit.

The immense impact force numbed Male God's entire body, and the hammer handle almost slipped from his grasp.

The mecha's hip joints could not withstand such instantaneous high loads and were forced into a comical split-legged pose, squatting on the ground,

losing all movement.

Viscous red fluid flowed out from the armor seams pierced by the heavy hammer.

The "hero" who descended from the sky thus became canned meat paste.

This wasn't even the "final form" of the gravity hammer.

Currently, the Engineers were still unable to make the Mass Effect Zero Element Furnace small enough.

If the equipment volume could be reduced to the standard carried by the Radian race, then, by first raising the gravity hammer and then activating the Mass Effect Zero Element Furnace, the relative mass of the hammerhead could be amplified to hundreds, or even thousands, of tons.

This true gravity weapon was the complete form of the warhammer!

Shit...

Too cruel—

How could such a vicious weapon exist in this world!?

This bloody scene unfolded before the eyes of the Apollo employees, causing a psychological shock far exceeding mid-range gunfights, becoming the last straw that broke the camel's back.

“Retreat!!”

Someone shouted, and everyone responded, surging down the corridors towards the elevators, towards the deeper parts of the building. The Apollo defenders finally began to flee.

“No need to rush to pursue. Let's regroup first, maintain a relatively dense formation, maintain local fire superiority, and sweep floor by floor, room by room.”

Ma Lou's command style was quite steady, and everyone listened to his advice.

Players understood the principle of not pursuing a cornered foe.

At least give the stubbornly resisting Apollo employees some time to calm down and carefully consider what the meaning of continued resistance was compared to their precious lives.

Boom!

A not-so-obvious explosion sounded.

“Report! The brothers at the branch have already blown open the airtight door and breached the building from the side; Guo Li Cheng and her team are currently cutting through the wall from outer space,

expected to be in within one minute!”

“Very good.”

After a brief rest, Ma Lou led his team to continue. Once signs of flight or fear of battle appeared, the intensity of the defenders' resistance immediately decreased.

Thus, the subsequent battles became much easier. Male God charged all the way, his power claws and heavy hammer stirring up a storm of blood and gore, deeply instilling fear into the soul of Apollo.

The stubbornly resisting defenders finally realized they were no match at all. They had only two choices: surrender immediately or flee.

“Quick, quick, quick! To the higher floors! There are still a few yachts in the company executives' private hangar, hurry and get on them to evacuate!”

The fleeing people abandoned their companions and reached the higher floors, where there were temporarily no signs of enemy activity.

“Great, we're saved! Just ahead is——”

A blood-red figure slowly rounded the corridor corner, blocking the path to the hangar.

The air instantly solidified.

At the "Purgatory" bar and tables, a story had recently become popular.

Legend has it that Cangyuan has a female "executioner" who always wears blood-red battle armor, and her combat skills are no less than those of the gladiator champions of Paradise Island.

Once she gets close, there's absolutely no chance of survival. Could it be this one...—

Guo Li Cheng ignited her greatsword and stepped forward with elegant strides.

“This road is closed!”

A chorus of screams erupted.

The Corridor Sword Saint reappeared in the martial world.

Under attack from multiple directions, Apollo had no power left to resist.

In what was once Mr. Sang's office, Lu Yuan reclined comfortably in the boss's chair, enjoying the sunlight outside the window.

It must be said that, under the governance of a suspected artificial climate control system, the air quality on Ruins Star was excellent, and the star was a G3 spectral type, similar to Earth's sun, with very low harmful radiation, suitable for sunbathing.

Thump thump thump,

“Come in.”

Xian Yu opened the futuristic sliding door and walked in, his eyes gleaming with barely contained excitement.

“It's over, we've taken it! Apollo has fully surrendered, they are now dust in history!”

“Hmm—I know!”

Lu Yuan remained unperturbed.

“This was expected.”

He smiled, facing the sunlight, his mood suddenly becoming extremely light.

This feeling was hard to describe. It was like having been engaged in a prolonged spring cleaning, sweating profusely, and after clearing away the heaviest trash,

now, he had finally swept away the last bit of grime, drawing a perfect conclusion.

Everywhere he looked, the windows were bright and clean.

“Yay!!”

After Xian Yu left, Lu Yuan could finally fully unleash his true self, waving his fists at the boundless, revitalizing former ideal city outside the window.

Cangyuan's military operation was a resounding success; they beat the gongs and withdrew their troops.

Next, it was Anya's turn.