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

Gabriel did not answer right away.

Instead, he looked down at the greatsword in his hand and lifted it slightly.

”This.”

Scarlet followed his movement, her eyes narrowing. She could feel the sword’s aura even without touching it. It felt hungry, like it wanted more blood, like it was waiting for a command. She wanted to ask questions, but the sound of engines in the distance forced her to shut her mouth.

The war tanks were already close enough for the steel plating to be seen clearly. The ground vibrated with every roll forward, and the soldiers around them began to move with renewed confidence, like they had finally found something that could crush Broken Dawn.

Seraphina’s expression darkened as she hovered beside Gabriel. ”Those tanks are not stopping. They are coming straight through everything.”

”I know,” Gabriel replied.

At that moment, Sophie ran up to him from behind, her breathing uneven, her face pale, sweat trailing down her temple. She looked at the tanks, then back at Gabriel, then at Scarlet, then at the battlefield behind them where Broken Dawn was still clashing with the first wave.

”Gabriel,” Sophie called out as she came close enough for him to hear her over the roar of engines and gunfire, her voice steady despite the chaos. ”What do we do now? If those tanks get close and fire, our people will get wiped out. I can’t cover everyone with vines, and I don’t have enough mana to keep making walls forever.”

Gabriel did not answer immediately. He stood with the greatsword angled downward and

simply observed the battlefield with a cold, almost detached focus. His eyes moved from the tanks to the open ground they were crossing, then to the way the enemy troops were shifting around them, then to the positions of Broken Dawn fighters, and finally to the rooftops and broken windows where hidden shooters could be waiting to cover the convoy.

”We slow them down,” he finally said, his tone calm. He turned his head slightly toward Sophie, his eyes briefly meeting hers. ”Don’t try to fight the convoy. Don’t try to stop everything. Just slow the approaching tanks with your vines. If you do that, I can handle the rest.”

Sophie stared at him for half a second, as if she wanted to ask how much time he needed or what he planned to do in that time, but something about his expression told her that questions were a luxury they could not afford. She simply nodded, turned, and sprinted toward the tanks like she had just received an order from the only person in the world who mattered.

Several Broken Dawn fighters noticed her movement and tried to follow, but she raised a hand without looking back, a silent signal for them to stay in position and keep holding the line.

…

Sophie reached the front of the convoy’s path, not directly in front of the first tank, but slightly ahead and to the side, where she could still reach multiple vehicles without being instantly flattened. The distance between her and the tanks was closing fast. There was about thirty meters between them.

On the other side, the first tank’s cannon adjusted slightly when they saw the silhouette of the veiled beauty suddenly appear in their line of sight.

”Shoot her!” someone yelled.

Despite the threat, Sophie remained calm. Her hands rose, her fingers trembling for one brief moment, then her eyes snapped open, glowing with an intense green light as several deep cracks began to appear on the ground around her.

BOOOM!

Massive, thick green cords burst out violently, shooting upward like spears, then whipping sideways with the aggression of living chains. Each vine was thicker than three adult humans stacked together in width and stretched several meters high.

FWOOOSH! FWOOOSH!

The thick green whips shot out from the earth like spears. They did not crawl slowly. They burst upward, wrapped, and tightened like living chains. One set of vines slammed into the front tank’s tracks and forced the wheels to stop. Another set shot out under the second tank and locked around its axle. More vines spread to the sides, snatching smaller vehicles, wrapping their tires, and dragging them out of formation.

The first tank tried to push through, its engine roaring louder. For half a second, it looked like the vehicle would win.

However, Sophie clenched her fist, pouring more mana into her vines as they tightened. The tank’s tracks jerked and skipped, grinding against the vines as smoke rose from the friction. The machine moved forward a little, then slowed, then slowed again, until its movement became ugly and uneven.

Inside the tank, the pilots saw it clearly. Their calm was gone. Panic entered their eyes the moment they realized they were not just rolling over weeds. This was not normal plant control. This was something that could truly restrain a war machine, and if they got trapped like this, they would become a sitting target.

”Back up!”

”Reverse, reverse!”

”Burn them, use fire, use the burners!”

Orders flew through intercoms and radio lines, but it was messy now. Tanks behind the front ones did not have enough space to move freely. Some tried to turn slightly, but the vines already covered the sides. One smaller armored vehicle attempted to speed around, only for a thick vine to slap across its hood and yank it sideways, flipping it halfway before smashing it back down onto its wheels.

A few soldiers fired at Sophie, hoping they could stop her vines by killing her. However, the veiled beauty had prepared for this.

As if sensing the danger, the vines reacted as if they had minds of their own. Some rose up like walls, blocking incoming shots. Others struck outward, slapping rifles out of hands, dragging men down, breaking their stance, forcing them to scream and crawl.

Sophie did not look back. She kept moving forward, closer and closer to the tanks, because being at closer range made it easier for her to control her vines.

”I can do this…” Sophie muttered under her breath, not to anyone but herself, as she channeled even more mana. Her expression grew paler by the second.

Gabriel watched all of it, his eyes never leaving the convoy. Scarlet stood beside him, her sword held low, her gaze shifting between the vines and Gabriel’s blade, as if trying to understand what he was building toward. She had asked earlier how he would cause destruction, and he had answered with one word.

Now, she was about to see if that word was truly enough to change the battlefield.