Chapter 581: with translation of chapter title

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Upon seeing the sergeant's appearance, and noticing him continually approaching them, everyone present instinctively stepped back.

But also "sergeant" appears multiple times; we list once.

Aliens…

This should be the most vivid and descriptive term that someone like Hoen and the muscular guys could imagine to describe the sergeant.

Some in the crowd trembled with fear after a male celebrity was burned to ashes earlier, and also at the sight of the sergeant approaching nearby.

But the muscular man, the four-leaf camouflage and the four-eyed sharp, as well as some people from military and violent agencies, involuntarily placed their hands on their guns, ready for conflict to break out at any moment.

"Ah..." the sergeant was still displeased, letting out their ethnic group's unique low growl, and looked toward the muscular man with the strongest wariness in his eyes:

"Alright, don't think your toy gun can hurt me, sigh, here comes another bunch of naive, overconfident rookies…"

At the end, the sergeant didn't lower his volume while shaking his head in self-mockery, so everyone present heard him clearly; then, taking advantage of his absolute height, he adopted a downward gaze and continued:

"Everyone! Let me say the unpleasant truth first—I don't think the term 'reincarnator' fits you; in my eyes, you are all already dead!"

"You must undergo different trials, shuttling between your original universe and other universes, constantly breaking through and growing stronger with your will, to escape the fate of ultimate death!"

"This alien can speak human?!"

"Wait…"

"Even though the world is apocalyptic, they can still instantaneously transfer to different universes and meet an alien who speaks human—so there's nothing much to be nervous about."

"Like the muscular man who dealt with 'supernatural' phenomena for the government before the apocalypse, and the four-leaf camouflage and four-eyed sharp soldiers, they were the first to feel relieved."

"As for Horton, the 'gaming otaku,' aside from feeling relieved, even his grief over his wife's passing has faded a bit."

"It's not callousness; rather, Horton largely agrees with the sergeant's final words, especially since he must not only survive himself but also bring his daughters along to survive."

"Alright!" the sergeant ended his unknown-number-of-times 'regular opening remarks' and began to get to the point:

"Next, you will enter the atmosphere of the colonial planet named Salansier with my elite unit and assist the planet's defense force in resolving the orc beastmen invasion."

"Specific intel and the mission objectives you need to complete will be uploaded to your terminals… that is, your wristbands."

"Also, I can reveal in advance that the unit will only fight alongside you in the landing zone; after that, you'll have to rely on yourselves to resolve things."

"Finally, all I can say is good luck."

"Having said that, the sergeant didn't care what these so-called reincarnators thought and turned to leave directly."

"After the sergeant passed through the metal gate back to the previous cabin, and the gate closed, completely hiding his figure…"

"Holy shit… the pressure is too strong, it's at least 2.45 meters tall!"

"Let me check the mission… hmm, successfully kill an orc chieftain?"

"Orc? What is that?"

"Everyone was finally able to discuss freely."

"Some people also opened their terminals, browsing the detailed information and mission objectives of the first trial via the holographic screen before them, including Horton."

【Evaluating the difficulty rating of the first trial…

【Rating complete.】

【The difficulty rating of the first trial is 'B+'.】

【Mission content:】

1. Thoroughly secure the landing zone with the sergeant's unit.

2. Separate from the unit, deep into the occupied urban area to conduct a purge, while seeking out an orc beastmen chieftain.

3. Kill that orc beastmen chieftain.

【Note:】

When the reincarnators complete the above mission content, they will be immediately transmitted back to their original universe.

And no matter how severe the bodily damage the reincarnators suffer, as long as they retain a certain level of physiological function, they will recover to their initial state upon returning to the original universe.

Mission failure: no punishment whatsoever.

Mission success:

2. Two random items.】

B+…

B+…

After Horton opened a brief introduction about the orc beastmen, his expression immediately grew grave.

Spore reproduction, physiques far surpassing humans, and the so-called 'Waaghh' stance, among other things, all far exceeded Horton's imagination.

The orc beastmen are more terrifying than some insectoid enemies he has played against, yet the terminal still rates the mission as B+.

Then what would the content of an A-rank mission be?

Not just him, the muscular man and others also fell into deep thought.

Moreover, a tiny minority still hasn't snapped out of the 'unreal,' even believing they are the chosen ones, thinking the orc beastmen should pose no threat at all…

Of course, this tiny minority hasn't carefully read through like Horton and the others have.

At this moment, Horton attempted to query the terminal with his thoughts: 'Excuse me… without any auxiliary weapons or equipment, can you help us pass the first trial?'

【None.】 A voice devoid of emotion immediately appeared in his ear:

【Reincarnators only have the weapons and equipment they carry; they can exchange for more in the mall later.

However, reincarnators may pick up any weapons, equipment, and items on the trial field for their own use, but cannot bring them back to the original universe.】

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Horton was speechless.

What's the difference between this and sending oneself to death?

At the same time, the muscular man, the four-eyed sharp, the four-leaf camouflage, and other military personnel were equally as grave as Horton.

"Beep! Beep!"

A sharp reminder sound rang out, interrupting everyone's thoughts.

Moreover, the broadcast transmitted the pilot's reminder: "All personnel, note that this craft will soon break through the atmosphere; please prepare."

Before the words had finished, the group noticed the cabin shaking, which became increasingly obvious and intensified.

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This caused tension, even panic, to spread once again.

Seeing the muscular man choose to lie on the deck, everyone involuntarily followed suit, fearing they would lose balance and fall.

But what shocked them most was probably the pilot's words: "Break through the atmosphere."

In the original universe, even the takeoff and landing of normal aircraft would make many of them feel panic, let alone now passing through the atmosphere.

Fortunately, the violent shaking lasted only a moment, completely easing within half a minute, finally allowing everyone to stop crawling.

But having just stood up, they became even more nervous, and those who had previously called themselves the "Chosen Ones" were no exception.

Because this meant they had, along with the transport plane, entered the atmosphere named Salansier, and would soon reach the landing zone to engage the so‑called Orc Beastmen.

War…

For many who had just become Reincarnators, this seemed overly distant.

Suddenly, they noticed the hatch at the tail of the cabin slowly opening, with edge gaps gradually revealing outside light.

"Hoo!!" also made the air flow surge violently.

The strong wind first made everyone unable to open their eyes; only when the cabin pressure equalized with the outside did the airflow gradually subside.

At this moment.

Everyone turned their gaze toward the tail of the cabin.

Then, the muscular man led the way toward the cabin tail, followed by a group of military personnel and Reincarnators like Horton who were braver.

Not long after, almost all the Reincarnators gathered at the tail, after all humans find it hard to resist herd mentality.

Arriving at the tail.

Holding the right cabin wall to avoid slipping, Horton looked out through the opened hatch and saw a clear blue sky.

Possibly due to altitude, the air was somewhat thin, causing him a slight tightness in the chest but no other discomfort.

Taking in the exterior scenery, Horton's first impression was that they were on Earth, but looking downward he realized it was merely his imagination.

Only to see beneath the transport plane an uncountable number of vessels resembling eighteenth‑ or nineteenth‑century pirate ships—space‑faring sky vessels?!

The distance was somewhat far, so Horton could not make them out clearly.

Yet those vessels, appearing as if haphazardly pieced together from metal and wood, actually teemed with densely packed Orc Beastmen glistening oily‑green under starlight, confirming he had truly arrived at Salansier.

The vessels below seemed to have detected the transport plane's appearance and visibly turned their gun barrels.

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"Back! Down!" the muscular man shouted while throwing himself backward.

Everyone hurriedly imitated him.

"Boom! Boom!"

The next moment they heard a fierce bombardment of artillery fire.

Rather than the imagined onboard cannon of the transport plane causing loss of balance, rolling, and crashing, the scene never occurred; instead, everyone only felt a stronger jolt.

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Feeling puzzled, everyone stood up again and regrouped at the tail to look outside.

It turned out to be a layer of shimmering golden energy shield that absorbed a volley of cannon fire from the vessels for both the transport plane and the Reincarnators.

Whoosh~——! Whoosh~——!

Subsequently, they saw streaks of blazing blue projectiles falling from the sky, striking the vessels that threatened the transport plane's safety.

Artillery support.

Even someone like Horton, a gaming otaku, could understand that this was friendly fleet or gunboat in near‑Earth orbit providing artillery support.

Next.

Horton's group then noticed that in the air there appeared to be more than ten "figures", accompanied by orbital artillery, performing a free‑fall drop.

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Before they could react, those more than ten figures had already swept past the transport plane…

They were a group estimated to be at least three meters tall, each wearing heavy armor painted deep green and black, plus some kind of flight pack, making these more than ten figures capable of freely maneuvering and changing course in the air.

Boom!

The figures used their massive bodies as shells, directly piercing and destroying many vessels; after the force waned, they landed on the vessels they had chosen and individually faced hundreds of Orc Beastmen.

"Clack… clack…" a distinctive gunfire mingled with the artillery filling the sky.

"Is… this human?" a Reincarnator exclaimed, unable to hold back.

"." The crowd gave no reply.

Who knows whether they are human, but knowing that those more than ten figures are on our side is enough.

The transport plane continued its descent.

When the altitude was about a kilometer above ground, several small armed airships arrived to escort, so the transport plane temporarily need not worry about aerial harassment from Orc Beastmen.

And the Reincarnators could also see the ground situation more clearly.

Impossible to count, towering megastructures over a hundred meters high lined the streets; orderly street planning and aerial tracks, etc., indicated this was a colonial metropolis or the model of a colonial development zone.

But the Reincarnators now did not know what a metropolis or development zone was; they only saw between the streets a green‑sea‑like horde of beastmen, and soldiers called the Planetary Defense Force by that earlier four‑mouth sergeant, relying on positions and heavy fire to block the green tide's spread.

Although Horton and the muscular man's naked eyes could not discern the equipment and weapons of the Planetary Defense Force, seeing that their builds were much slimmer than those earlier figures told them they were "regular troops".

Soon.

The transport plane brought them to the outskirts of the city, which was also one of the sites where the fighting was fiercest.

Circling, adjusting, landing.

Boom! Boom!

As the landing gear touched the ground and the sound came through, it meant they were about to begin their first trial.

"What are you standing around for! Charge, you idiots!" the Four-Petal Mouth sergeant shouted, and at the same time he had already pushed through the crowd, leading the charge out of the transport aircraft cabin.

Roar!!

Moreover, more Four-Petal Mouths similarly dressed let out their ethnic battle cries, running from both sides past the transport aircraft, following the sergeant as they actively attacked the nearby orcs.

Buzz! Buzz!

Furthermore, the sergeant and all the Four-Petal Mouths swung their hands, releasing flickering bright red light, a kind of double-bladed energy sword similar to a lightsaber.

In the blink of an eye.

This group of 'aliens' in the eyes of the reincarnators dodged fleeing human civilians, leapt over the planetary defense forces forming the defensive line, and jumped into the streets that had become a war zone, simultaneously leaping into the green tide.

Plop!

Sizzle!

In almost an instant, the sergeant and his Four-Petal Mouth subordinates caused the green tide to surge up a cloud of blood mist.

Roar!!

Waagghh!!

Both sides' fighting spirit was maxed out.

But in terms of skill, consciousness, etc., the sergeant's side clearly had the edge.

Seeing this.

The group of reincarnators looked at each other.

However, after only a moment's hesitation, Horton, anxious to save the girl, without further ado, was the first to step out of the cabin, charging toward the forward makeshift position.

The youth soldier in four-leaf camouflage also took the first step, and thereafter, more and more of the reincarnators who were originally military personnel joined in.

But there was always a batch who, after witnessing the war's intensity and brutality, grew reluctant to fight, instead sneaking around inside the transport aircraft.

The mission rewards were indeed tempting, but they valued their lives more; since some had already stepped forward voluntarily, they only needed to sit back and reap the benefits……

Right?

Naturally, the result for this group was triggering the 'hidden quest': 'Choosing to flee in battle will result in being burned to death by fire.'

"Ah...!" the agonized cry echoed within the cabin.

At this moment, Horton and the others who had reached the position were completely unaware of the situation behind them.

Furthermore, they had just arrived and hadn't even steadied themselves when the enemy unleashed a dense barrage of large-caliber fire…

With a "Pop!!", a reincarnator next to Horton instantly exploded.