I'm not a hero, but I didn't say I couldn't beat you.

Originally, according to Vic's estimation, their remaining reserves should be able to last at least close to an hour. If they failed to receive support after that, they would only have to use close-quarters weapons to fight the water-praying shadows.

However, contrary to expectations, those shadows praying for water seemed to be crazy, rushing towards their camp one after another. After only half an hour, they had completely run out of ammunition and food.

"Team A, go to the north to defend! Team C, go to the south! Team B! Block the gap in the fence for me! Block it for me at your own risk!"

"Team... Captain..."

"What's up!"

"We...have run out of ammunition..."

A soldier held a gun with the magazine unloaded in his left hand, and his right hand holding the empty magazine hung down weakly. His fingertips were dripping with blood and trembling slightly, as if he had just been injured in the battle.

"…………"

"Observer, how many enemies are there..."

"........."

"Captain...the observer has..."

No one could respond to him. The observer was also injured in the fierce battle and is now unconscious on the side.

"Tsk...someone, drag him away and notify the people behind to prepare for an emergency retreat. The rest..."

Victory looked around. The teammates beside him were more or less injured. Everyone was staring at him, waiting for the next order.

Or perhaps, the sacrifice is here.

"It seems... we have no choice..."

There is no medical supplies, no ammunition, and the soldiers are all fighting fatigue. The current situation is so desperate. And now, it's time to make a choice.

"Anyone who can still move, prepare melee weapons."

"Yes!"

"Light up the blade!"

The moment the order was given, the weapon blockage was lifted, the buckle popped out, and the remaining soldiers pulled out their only dagger from their waists that was uniformly equipped and carried at all times. This was the last dagger assigned to every soldier participating in border exploration. Although the weapon, excluding the slight glow behind the blade, has nothing special at all, it seems to be just an ordinary knife.

In fact, this is Atlas Academy. Through the mutual complementarity of disasters and miracles, it resonates with external disasters and triggers a trace of miracles to be attached to weapons, allowing ordinary people to rely on weapons other than firearms. Weapons, [disaster-specific weapons] for fighting disasters.

However, it only lasts for 10 minutes.

It's not because of the service life of the weapon, or because of other design problems, but because as ordinary people, they can only withstand the distortion caused by so many miracles.

This is the user's "lifetime".

Once they use this weapon, it means that their life has entered a countdown.

Either they can defeat the enemy within 10 minutes, disarm, and return to their original world. After proper purification and cultivation, even if they cannot live long and suffer from hidden diseases, they can still continue to live as human beings.

Or, after more than 10 minutes, he will completely lose his human nature due to distortion and become a member of the disaster.

After crossing the bottom line of affordability, there is no turning back, and no one wants to do this.

But unfortunately, since the birth of this weapon, the survival rate has been less than 1%. Almost all of them were forced to raise this last weapon under such desperate conditions.

They probably won't be able to kill the enemy within 10 minutes.

He was just voluntarily being an outcast to buy time for others to escape.

Because that's their job.

"Remember, before the countdown ends, remember to give yourself a happy moment——"

Looking at the waves of enemies that were about to break through the last line of defense of the camp, Victory closed his eyes, as if he couldn't bear to face the ashen eyes of his subordinates anymore, and was ready to give the final order.

"Everyone, Chong-"

"Wait! Wait! Wait!!!!!!!"

"boom!"

The sudden impact made Victory open his eyes wide. Accompanied by the roar of the engine and the swirling dust, an armored beast broke through the enemy's siege.

By the way, the last line of defense of the camp was also broken down.

That's right, what broke through the defense line was not the disaster monsters he expected, but a dusty off-road vehicle covered in wind and sand. I saw a handsome drift brake from the opponent, carrying dust and sand, and stopped steadily in front of them!

There were even two water-praying shadows hung on the car that had been smashed to pieces and hung on the edge armor. Still struggling, he tried to attack the people in the car.

From the car, a young man leaned forward, grabbed the water-praying shadows on the car, and threw them out of the camp one by one without politeness. Then he twisted his waist, as if he was doing some warm-up exercise. , and then jumped out towards the waves of enemies outside.

"Wait! Come back quickly!"

Seeing this, Victory shouted anxiously, is this reinforcements? But why just one car? And they didn't call for reinforcements just to let them die.

What can one person do? Going to deliver it?

"It's okay, it's okay. You move the supplies in the car first and fill up the ammunition. I'll help you block it first!"

"Are you kidding, that's not a quantity one person can handle!"

"No matter how many trash fish there are, they are still trash fish. It's just a small problem. Yan Shang, please give them some milk first."

"OK, deal with it quickly, and remember to clear the way for those behind you. I'll try to provide basic treatment as quickly as possible and let them support you."

Yan Shang also jumped out of the car with the medical kit. He trusted his companions and walked towards the soldiers without looking back.

"Don't worry, don't rush. I can handle this garbage alone."

Facing the tide of enemies, the boy stretched out his right hand, summoning a response of miraculous power at the cost of inflicting distortion on himself.

[The resonance of miracles, activate; the heart of fantasy, recharge——]

As a result, the silver-white light gathered in his hands, flickering, becoming more and more dazzling, as if it was competing with the non-existent sun in the sky for its brilliance, swaying its own light wantonly.

"Let me think about what that Hartz guy should say at this time... Oh! By the way -"

Responding to his fighting spirit, his anger, and his determination to protect his companions! The miracle from others shines brighter and hotter!

Then, it condensed into a ferocious battle axe.

[Utopian Structure·Disaster-Breaking Battle Ax] appears here!

"stirrup--"

The giant ax hit the ground, throwing up a cloud of smoke and dust, but this could not cover up its flickering light.

And among them, Fu'er looked at the enemies rushing toward him and grinned.

The battle ax in his hand shines with ferocious brilliance.

"I'm going to hit - 100 of them!!!!"

The sage with dreams in hand sets out on the battlefield!