On the wasteland, two hundred Armageddon Steel Legion soldiers advanced rapidly.
Seventeen Black Templars Crusaders marched at the very front of the formation.
Their heavy power armor stepped through the mud, leaving clear footprints with every step.
Leo walked in the center.
Yarrick had already led the 1st Armageddon Regiment southward.
Leo’s troops couldn’t just sit around doing nothing either.
During the march, Leo casually opened the rankings.
A day had passed.
The changes on the leaderboards were enormous.
A large number of names had disappeared.
Even more names had climbed their way upward.
Leo scrolled directly to the top.
[Global Combat Power Rank]
[First Place: Leo!]
No surprise there.
[North America Combat Power Rank]
[First Place: Leo!]
He continued.
[North America Military Merits Rank]
[First Place: Leo!]
[North America Development Rank]
[First Place: Leo!]
The number of resource points was right there.
A full twenty!
At this point, ordinary players who had taken down one or two Tier 1 resource points could already be considered to have decent development.
Leo, however, had already started sweeping through Tier 2 and Tier 3 resource points in batches.
He even had a Tier 4 Gold Mine!
The gap between him and ordinary players simply wasn’t on the same level.
Finally, he checked the Guild Rank.
[Global Guild Rank]
[First Place: Emperor’s Dream!]
Leo’s footsteps paused slightly.
“This is first too?”
He opened the details.
[Emperor’s Dream]
[Guild Rank: 1]
[Members: 1 / 100]
[Global Ranking: First]
[North America Ranking: First]
The entire guild consisted of just him!
Leo chuckled.
Apparently, not many players had actually created guilds yet.
The advanced guild creation requirements alone would give ordinary players a headache.
Leo continued looking down.
[Tier 1 Guild: Member Limit 100]
[Tier 2 Guild: Member Limit 600]
[Tier 3 Guild: Member Limit 1600]
[Tier 4 Guild: Member Limit 3600]
[Tier 5 Guild: Member Limit 7600]
[Tier 6 Guild: Member Limit 15600]
[Tier 7 Guild: Member Limit 31600]
At the end of the month, the Guild Rank would also have its first settlement.
The first-place reward was:
[S-Rank Military Building Blueprint × 1!]
Leo’s eyes narrowed slightly.
“This will do.”
The A-Rank Black Templars were already this monstrous.
What about S-Rank?
Leo really wanted to know what his ability could turn it into.
Just as he was about to close the panel, a line of information he had never noticed before entered his field of vision.
[Lord: Leo]
[Affiliated Faction: Human Empire]
Leo stopped walking.
“Human Empire?”
The Six Empires!
Human.
Elf.
Ork.
Undead.
Demon.
Elemental.
Players’ initial territories looked random.
But in reality, they were still located within the spheres of influence of the Six Empires.
Since his faction tag was the Human Empire, that meant he was already within Human Empire territory.
More precisely…
He should be near the border!
Leo immediately opened the faction function.
A new Lord Skill appeared before him.
[Lord Skill: Return to City]
[Can return to the affiliated Imperial main city after use.]
[The Imperial main city belongs to a special public area.]
[Players can accept Imperial tasks, purchase items, obtain faction rewards, and communicate with lords of the same faction within it.]
Leo glanced through it.
He wasn’t particularly interested.
The only potentially useful thing was the large map of the Imperial sold in the shop.
As for tasks?
Rewards?
Gold coins.
Equipment.
Regular blueprints.
Those things were extremely important to ordinary players.
But to him?
Going out and plundering territories himself might earn more than completing tasks for an entire day.
He could take a look in a few days.
There was no time right now.
He closed the panel.
…
High Sea
1-Height Group
“Young Master.”
A man quickly walked into the room.
Donny had just logged out of Galaxy.
His expression wasn’t good.
“Speak.”
“Our players in the game have already sent an invitation to Leo, but he didn’t join!”
Donny raised his head.
“Where is he?”
The man shook his head.
“We can’t contact him.”
Bang!
The cup in Donny’s hand slammed heavily onto the table.
“Damn it!”
“Not coming?”
“Does he really think he’s invincible just because he took first place?”
The man continued speaking carefully.
“He also created a guild…”
“It’s called Emperor’s Dream.”
Donny leaned back on the sofa.
“Damn it. Does this bastard want to be an emperor in the game world?”
His expression grew increasingly ugly.
The guild alliance he had created had already started offering high prices to recruit high-ranking players on a large scale.
Leo was their most important target.
First in Global Combat Power!
First in Military Merits!
First in Development!
And now, even first in the Guild Rank!
The more Donny thought about it, the more annoyed he became.
“Forget it!”
“Our Alliance isn’t short of him either!”
“If he doesn’t come to us…”
“He won’t be going anywhere else either!”
Donny sneered.
What truly mattered was having enough people!
As long as he gathered a thousand-player guild, who cared about Leo or Liu Wu?
First place at the end of the month.
An S-Rank barracks!
Thinking about that, a smile appeared on his face again.
“I’m determined to get it!”
…
Galaxy
“Is the lord inside here?”
The voice echoed throughout the camp.
No one answered.
Leo frowned.
In front of him was a player’s territory.
The walls were still standing.
The territory core was still there.
But inside, it was completely silent.
No soldiers.
No farmers.
No military buildings.
A Gold Mine stood alone in one corner.
Leo walked inside and looked around.
His expression grew worse and worse.
Ran away?
Or sold the territory?
There were only two likely possibilities.
Galaxy wasn’t limited to the path of becoming a Lord.
After abandoning their territory, players could travel to the Imperial main city and change class into Heroes through various tasks.
This player might have gone to the main city to change class, dismantled and sold the barracks and resource buildings, and simply left the territory behind because they didn’t have time to deal with it.
Or they might have simply cashed out and quit the game.
“Pathetic.”
Leo was somewhat disappointed.
He originally thought he might be able to pick up a barracks.
But it turned out to be nothing.
The territory core immediately displayed a prompt.
[Hostile player territory discovered!]
[Current lord is not in the territory!]
[Please choose how to handle…]
“Destroy.”
Boom!
More than ten seconds later—
Crack!
The territory core shattered.
The entire camp began collapsing.
[Congratulations to Lord Leo for successfully destroying the player territory!]
[Obtained Gold Coins: 500!]
[Obtained Iron Ore: 500!]
[Obtained Timber: 500!]
[Obtained Food: 500!]
Leo curled his lips.
“Next.”
The group set off again.
Less than half an hour later, a distant valley gradually came into view.
Rumble—!
Before they even got close, a heavy mechanical roar was already coming from deep within the valley.
Leo raised his head.
Thick smoke rose into the sky.
Gears turned continuously.
Huge chimneys constantly spewed black smoke.
A workshop made entirely of rock, steel, and brass stood in the center of the camp.
Several enormous gears decorated both sides of the building.
Short, stout figures ran back and forth.
Leo’s eyes lit up.
“Dwarf?”
[Player territory discovered!]
[Special building detected!]
[Dwarf Workshop!]
“Pretty good luck.”
One day after the server opened, being able to obtain a building from the Dwarf system meant this Lord definitely couldn’t be considered weak.
What a pity.
His good luck ended here.
Leo raised his hand.
The two hundred Armageddon Steel Legion soldiers immediately spread out.
Muzzles were raised.
The seventeen Black Templars stepped forward.
“Charge!”
Hum—!
The first volley of lasers suddenly tore through the air!
Bang!
A Dwarf Musketeer guarding the camp fell directly to the ground.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
For the first time, the roar of Bolters rang out across Galaxy!
The gunfire instantly drowned out the mechanical roar of the workshop!
The Dwarf soldiers in the camp suddenly turned around.
“Enemy attack!”
“Get your weapons!”
“Kill!”
The Black Templars didn’t stop.
The Battle Brother drew his Chainsword.
Its roar grew louder and louder.
Behind him, the sixteen Crusaders each played their part—suppressing enemy fire, charging into close combat, and taking precise headshots!
The Battle Brother’s heavy power armor began accelerating.
Eighteen meters.
Fifteen meters.
Ten meters!
The Battle Brother raised his Chainsword high.
“No Pity!”
The Black Templars behind him roared in unison:
“No Remorse!”
Power armor roared!
Chainswords came crashing down!
“No Fear!”