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Death Soldiers had been assaulting the small workshop, and with enemies approaching from behind, they didn't panic.

Their battle formations were designed with reinforcements coming from all directions in mind.

Immediately, a group focused on the rear, facing Sanda and his associates with orderly and systematic counterattacks.

"We're here to support you!" shouted a Dwarf from inside the workshop.

Menshi was in a state of confusion.

He couldn't understand why Yijiu appeared, then disappeared, followed by Bu Quan's disappearance.

Shuanglian never showed up.

From Menshi's point of view, if it was the enemy's doing, why weren't they attacking? If it was a friend, why didn't they continue to support?

Awoken by the Dwarf's shout, Menshi made an effort to calm his mind.

He quickly moved to the window, observing the latest battle situation out front.

Sanda was at the forefront, three Black Iron Level Death Soldiers ready for battle, but Sanda's speed had not diminished.

"This Human Race dwarf, I didn't expect him to be so brave!" Menshi praised silently, yet he couldn't help but worry.

The three Black Iron Level Death Soldiers, upon seeing Sanda charge, swung their weapons together in an attack.

Sanda's front foot stomped hard, breaking the stone bricks beneath him.

The pieces of stone bricks scattered, disrupting the Death Soldiers' sight. They found their vision blurred and when they focused again, they could no longer see Sanda.

"Behind you!" someone yelled from behind.

Just moments before, Sanda had suddenly used a Combat Skill to quickly roll on the ground, slipping right under the crotch of a tall Death Soldier.

Sanda cleared directly through the first line of defense, with the Death Soldiers' second line still adjusting.

"I'm coming!" among the three in the first line of defense, someone shouted and turned around, while the other two continued to face the ongoing mercenary charge.

The Black Iron Level pursuing Sanda swung a big stick.

The stick whizzed through the air, creating a whooshing sound.

Sanda didn't need to look back; from the sound alone, he knew of the attack from behind. But his concern wasn't only the pursuit but also the two Black Iron Level actively attacking from the second line.

For a moment, Sanda found himself caught in a pincer attack.

Combat Skill—Ground Pounce.

Sanda performed the Combat Skill, his whole body sticking close to the ground as he swiftly made a pouncing move.

Ground Pounce was a very basic move, but in his hands, it was used very skillfully. Crucial to its effectiveness was his short stature, which gave the ordinary Combat Skill an extraordinary power! This content originates from M1VLEMPYR, My Virtual Library Empire.

The Death Soldiers of the same level all missed their target.

The Water Pigman Chief was the second to charge into the enemy lines, followed by his Backwater Army.

The two Black Iron Level at the first defense line tried their best to resist but couldn't prevent being overwhelmed by the Backwater Army.

"Damn, this dwarf is tough to deal with!"

"He's too slippery, get a hold of him."

"I'm on it!"

The Death Soldiers communicated loudly, all-out attacking Sanda.

There was no choice; Sanda mastered the Ground Pounce Combat Skill, with his small arms and legs rolling and weaving through the enemy's legs, significantly disturbing the Death Soldiers' formation.

And importantly, Sanda's daggers were a substantial threat that could not be ignored.

"Listen for my command, tighten the defense!" Seeing they couldn't quickly handle Sanda, a Silver Level Death Soldier immediately changed tactics.

Nearly all the Death Soldiers tightened into a group, firmly blocking the entrance to the Alchemy Workshop.

Sanda couldn't charge forward anymore!

The enemy was too tightly grouped, with very high military discipline. Not only were the choices and changes in tactics very wise and decisive, but each person's execution was also incredibly strong!

They feared no sacrifice.

For the stability of the formation, those in the front ranks would even rush to their deaths willingly to block blades for more critical personnel!

Worst of all, they gathered to resist the attacks of Sanda and others while continuously and vigorously attacking the great door of the Alchemy Workshop.

"This can't go on, we need to put more pressure on them!" Sanda gritted his teeth, his face ferociously charging again.

But unlike before, the enemy positions were significantly dense, and Sanda had long triggered the alertness of all enemies.

So, promptly, Sanda stumbled back, repelled by the Death Soldiers.

He was injured, with blood flowing unstoppably.

Sanda's expression was resolute, undisturbed; he took out a potions tube, tilted his head back, pouring it down, and charged again.

He had already been targeted, charging at the enemy lines, three weapons swung chopping towards him.

Sanda did his best to resist and dodge, attempting to roll back in through the gaps in the enemy's lines.

But this time, a Black Iron Level had been lying in wait, stabbing out with a Short Spear he held.

Sanda could no longer withstand three more hits, and a short spear stabbed him right under the ribcage.

He could only retreat, preparing to regroup.

A meteor hammer chased after him.

Sanda exerted all his strength and simultaneously deployed three combat skills to barely dodge the head of the meteor hammer.

But unknown to him, a long stick followed closely behind, striking Sanda's chest.

It was a Silver Level enemy who made the move!

Sanda was sent flying backward, and while he was mid-air, he vomited a large mouthful of fresh blood.

After he fell to the ground, he rolled several times before finally crashing into a corner, where he came to a stop.

Sanda quickly turned over, barely managing to assume a half-kneeling position.

His eyes were blurry, and his chest was in extreme pain, leaving him barely capable of fighting again.

The enemy who attacked him did not stop, however, and moved out of formation.

"Die for me!" the Silver Level Death Soldier shouted as he raised the long stick high and fiercely chopped down toward Sanda's forehead.

In an instant, the scent of death overwhelmed him!

Sanda looked up, powerless and terrified, seeing the stick coming down at him, but he was too weak to move.

"Could it be that I will die here?"

Huff huff huff.

The big guy snored so loudly it filled the air.

Having had a full meal, he was certain to be having pleasant dreams—this could be deduced from the foolish smile curling his lips.

He dreamt of the Dragon-man youth returning, bringing a mountain of delicious food, which allowed the big guy to eat his fill.

"Daddy, you're finally back."

"You finally came to see little cute!"

Black Iron Level fighting energy rapidly emanated from the big guy.

"He's actually cultivating in his sleep!"

"That's quite a trick."

"What kind of fighting energy is he cultivating that it's so convenient?"

The audience naturally witnessed this scene and began to speculate.

Some guessed it was the Spring Dream fighting energy technique. Although this technique also operated during sleep, it caused the practitioner to continually have erotic dreams, making sexual characteristics very prominent, which were also focal points for refining fighting energy. The big guy's crotch area was flat and unremarkable, inconsistent with this characteristic.

Others guessed it was the Menshi Sleep Form. But this technique also involved cultivation during sleep, yet it temporarily turned the practitioner's skin into rough, gray stone skin. The big guy did not fit this characteristic either.

Ultimately, the audience concluded that the big guy was practicing the Heartless Sleep Form.

"Move him out; don't let him continue to disrupt the order," the City Lord of Snowbird Port ordered indifferently.

The staff gathered around the big guy, attempting to lift him collaboratively.

"He's so heavy!"

"We can't move him..."

"Should we wake him up?"

But the big guy was sound asleep and utterly unrousable.

With the staff mostly being on the lower end of the Level spectrum, and having seen how the bishop and the City Lord somewhat indulged and favored the big guy despite his intrusion, they dared not enforce the law recklessly.

Before the watchful eyes of all, they briefly consulted and decided to carefully transport the big guy away.

During the process, people saw the big guy's distended belly visibly deflate.

Previously, the big guy definitely overate, causing his stomach to be grotesquely swollen and distended. But soon, his belly flattened out and eventually even caved in.

The staff had only moved the big guy about ten meters when he woke up.

He—woke up hungry.

The big guy sat up halfway, blinking his sleepy eyes, looking around, and then his actions froze.

He stared at the countless bowls of fried rice on the long table, his eyes glimmering with excitement again, his mouth opened, and massive drool dripped from the corners.

The staff had already cautiously stepped back when the big guy sat up.

Unrestrained, the big guy lunged back to the long table and picked up bowls of fried rice, continuing his feast.

What a wonderful day!

The big guy was extremely happy, not expecting to be able to eat a second time.

He let out a loud silly laugh, his mouth covered in grease.

The audience hadn't expected the big guy to "resurrect" so quickly. Watching his happy eating, many swallowed their saliva, their appetites also being enticed.

Meanwhile, some observant individuals' gazes towards the big guy subtly shifted in the background.