God-Tier Extraction Talent: Reincarnated in a Game-like World!

Chapter 400: Facing the Main Force [1]

Gabriel stood over the hero rank tank’s body for a brief moment, his greatsword dripping slowly as the severed head rolled and came to a stop in the dirt.

Even in death, there was no fear or worry in the man’s eyes, only a cold acceptance of his fate.

The fight around them did not pause, but within that small pocket of space, everything felt quieter. The screams, the gunfire, even the roar of engines in the distance all became dull, as if the world itself was forcing him to acknowledge what he had just done. His gaze fell to the photograph in his hand, the worn edges and deep crease marks telling him that this man had clung to it like a lifeline.

A wife. A daughter. People who had never stepped onto this battlefield, yet their lives were tied to it all the same. His fingers tightened around the picture, and for the first time since the war began, something cold and heavy settled in his chest. It was not regret or guilt, just the familiar understanding that leadership was never about being righteous. It was about carrying burdens others could not.

At some point, he knew he would have to let go of his morals, and it was happening faster than he had realized.

He slid the photo into his pocket, then exhaled slowly as his eyes lifted and returned to the battlefield. There was no time to mourn, no time to dwell. If he hesitated now, the promise he made to the tank would become meaningless.

As he stepped forward, Broken Dawn was still pushing through the eastern camp’s forces. Sophie’s vines were everywhere, crawling like living chains across the ground, snapping rifles and dragging men down before they could even shout.

Grizzlenaught moved like a storm, tearing through clusters of soldiers and leaving behind a trail of mangled bodies that made even players grimace. The eastern camp’s regular troops were already breaking, their courage crushed under the weight of fear and the sight of death that did not pause to give them time to breathe.

However, he did not relax. He had seen this pattern too many times in his past life. You did not judge a battle by the first few minutes or hours. Anything could happen at any time, especially when the real strength had yet to show itself.

Right at that moment, sensing a strong fluctuation of energy, his gaze shifted toward another portion of the battlefield.

There, Scarlet was dancing elegantly with her blade, her silver longsword moving in clean, brutal arcs as she kept the hero rank mage locked in place.

It was the same mage who had killed Grizzlenaught. He looked nothing like the confident man who had laughed earlier. His face was slick with sweat, his expression tight, and his eyes darted constantly as if searching for an opening that did not exist.

Every time he raised his staff, her blade was already there, forcing him back, forcing him to cancel spells, forcing him to fight on her terms.

He tried to create distance, but she closed the gap with sharp steps and relentless pressure, never allowing him a moment to breathe. He was frantic, and that desperation was dangerous. Desperate mages did not care who got caught in the blast as long as their enemy died.

She clearly understood that as well, because her sword never slowed. She kept him overwhelmed, kept him frightened, and kept him too busy to cast anything devastating.

"Fucking bitch!" the mage sneered as blood spilled from his injured arm, desperation and hatred burning in his eyes.

Gabriel looked away. There was nothing more to see. Scarlet was far stronger than the mage, and if he did not collapse soon, he would fall unconscious at best.

With the fight under control, there was no need for him to stay there any longer. He moved forward at a steady pace, heading toward the direction of the main enemy forces.

Some fighters noticed his movement, their eyes sharpening instinctively. Whenever he moved like that, something terrible was about to happen to the enemy. Ragnarok99 laughed somewhere within the chaos, cutting down trapped soldiers and shouting as if it were a tournament, but even he quieted slightly when he noticed Gabriel’s expression.

Sophie glanced at him briefly while controlling her vines. Though her face was pale from mana strain, she forced herself to stay focused. Scarlet did not look back, but the way she increased her pressure on the mage showed she understood. She knew she had to finish things here and join him on the real battlefield.

After walking for a minute or so, Gabriel finally saw them clearly. A large army was forming in the open, their weapons raised, vehicles lined in disciplined rows. Their formation was far too orderly to belong to panicked recruits.

Even before his eyes confirmed it, his senses had already warned him. Hidden enemies were everywhere. He could feel them behind rubble, inside unfinished buildings, and buried deep within the main camp itself.

Beside him, Seraphina hovered silently, her eyes narrowing as she sensed the battlefield.

"I can feel it," she muttered, her voice low and tense. "There’s another presence far stronger than everyone else deep in the camp, but most of their forces are already here."

He did not respond immediately. He continued walking until he reached a point where the battlefield opened slightly, where both Broken Dawn and the approaching enemy force could clearly see him.

Behind him, Broken Dawn continued clashing with the remnants of the first wave. The eastern camp’s front line was collapsing, and the only reason they had not fully broken was because their main force stood just behind them.

Right now, however, all of that force had its attention fixed on him.

He stood exposed under the moonlight with nothing but dust and burning metal at his back. To the enemy, it looked like arrogance. In truth, it was a statement. He wanted them to see him. He wanted their focus. He wanted their attention drawn away from the ongoing fight.

Because of the chaos, Henry, IceQueen, and several other top officials of the eastern camp had moved to the rooftop of an unfinished building. From there, they had a clear vantage point over the entire battlefield.

Lifting his head, Gabriel bellowed, forcing mana into his voice the same way he did when rallying his people.

"My name is Gabriel Reyes!" he shouted, his voice echoing across the ruined land as his eyes swept over the distant ranks of soldiers and vehicles. "I am the leader of Broken Dawn. I will make this simple. Those who put down their weapons and Submit will live. Those who step forward and obey their lords’ orders will die on this ground."