BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.
Missiles screamed across the sky, slamming into the Golan Heights.
At the peak—
Light erupted.
Colors intertwined, folding into a flowing barrier that shimmered like liquid glass.
The explosions struck it—
And dissolved.
Ripples spread outward.
Nothing more.
A low, ancient horn echoed.
Woooo—
It vibrated through the earth itself.
Heavy.
Oppressive.
Like something buried deep beneath the world… awakening.
Clank. Clank. Clank.
Cages burst open.
Green-skinned orcs surged forward, grabbing crude weapons—jagged clubs, iron scraps, bone-forged blades.
Then—
They charged.
From above, the mountainside turned into a living tide of green.
Endless.
Spreading.
Hungry.
Arrows followed.
Thick. Heavy. Brutal.
They arced through the sky before raining down on the Empire's forces.
"FIRE!"
The command tore across the battlefield.
The first line—clone soldiers—scattered instantly, forming small units.
Then—
Gunfire erupted.
Flames burst from muzzles.
Recoil thundered through steel frames.
Bullets shrieked like swarms of metal insects, tearing toward the charging horde.
Behind them—
Elite units advanced.
Exoskeletons. Powered armor. Heavier weapons.
A second wave of death.
Clink. Clink. Clink.
Bullets struck armor.
Dented.
Deflected.
The orcs' crude plating wasn't ordinary.
But it wasn't perfect.
Eyes.
Throats.
Foreheads.
One clean shot—
One clean kill.
The battlefield ignited.
Orcs fell.
Soldiers fell.
Arrows punched through flesh.
Bodies dropped into mud and blood alike.
At the mid-rear of the formation—
The Earth Dragon Team waited.
Watching.
Calculating.
"You've got the range," said Xiao Yunlong, glancing at Qin Tian. "Pick them off. Let's earn something."
Military points.
Rank.
Resources.
Power.
Everything in this war could be traded.
Everything had a price.
"…Alright."
Qin Tian raised the Xiaolong Rifle.
The battlefield stretched before him.
No obstruction.
Distance—long, but well within range.
Targets—
Plentiful.
BANG—
The rifle roared.
A green-skinned orc collapsed instantly—its eye socket shattered, skull torn open from within.
"Nice!"
Xiao Yunlong grinned, fist tightening in satisfaction.
+27 Evolution Points
Qin Tian's gaze sharpened.
Three times a Shadow Cat.
And slower.
Bigger.
Easier.
Perfect.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
He fired again.
And again.
And again.
Each shot—
A death.
No misses.
No hesitation.
Only precision.
Minutes passed.
More than a hundred orcs fell.
All headshots.
All clean.
Nearby soldiers stared.
Stunned.
"Where did Earth Dragon get this guy?"
"Didn't their sharpshooter die?"
"This is ridiculous…"
"I want one too."
"Quiet," Xiao Yunlong muttered, already swapping magazines with practiced ease. "Don't ruin the moment."
His grin widened.
They weren't even fighting—
And yet, points poured in.
Beside him, Qin Dadi and Liu Zhaozhao watched in silence.
Then—
They smiled.
Sometimes…
War paid well.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
The rhythm continued.
Cold.
Efficient.
Unstoppable.
Evolution Points: 2700… 2800… 2900…
Climbing.
Relentless.
On a battlefield where hundreds died every minute—
One man's kills should've meant nothing.
But Qin Tian's accuracy—
Was impossible to ignore.
"Impressive."
A commander watched from afar, eyes narrowing slightly.
"A new sharpshooter?"
"…Unknown face," an officer replied.
A pause.
"Let him be."
The commander turned back to the battlefield.
Concern flickered in his gaze.
"…This isn't going well."
"Reload."
Qin Tian ejected the magazine smoothly.
A fresh one slapped into his hand.
Seamless.
Then—
Pain.
Sharp.
Sudden.
Exploding behind his temples.
Danger.
Qin Tian's pupils shrank.
"Scatter!"
No hesitation.
The Earth Dragon Team moved instantly—diving away, trusting his instinct without question.
A flaming arrow descended.
Straight into their previous position.
BOOM!!!
The ground erupted.
Fire.
Shockwave.
Debris blasted outward like shrapnel.
Qin Tian was thrown off his feet, rolling across the dirt before slamming to a halt.
Silence—
For half a second.
He pushed himself up.
Turned.
Looked.
They were alive.
All of them.
Only then did he exhale.
Slowly.
Heavily.
Cold sweat traced down his spine.
His heartbeat thundered in his ears.
Too close.
A fraction slower—
And they would've been erased.
No bodies.
No remains.
Nothing.
For the first time—
The illusion shattered.
This wasn't a hunt.
This wasn't a game.
This—
Was war.
And here—
Carelessness didn't cost you points.
It cost everything.