Warhammer: Open the door! Human League players!

[You must hide well.]

"Mom, I'm so scared."

[With my younger brother by my side, we must survive]

Survive

Mom loves you

【ah!】

Brother, I don't want to die....

[Captain: Survive! Yes, sir!]

【Live! 】

I'm so scared...

He was jolted awake from a nightmare.

He instinctively hugged his rifle, and a set of clothes was already hanging on him as a blanket.

Someone covered him with a blanket, which woke him up.

He looked up and stammered, "Team, Captain."

The fear and dread brought on by the nightmare vanished the moment Bruce appeared.

Bruce was somewhat surprised: "You're awake."

"You must be tired from working overtime."

"No, I'm not tired..."

Even though they know it's a game, players from Earth are still willing to do things that seem meaningless.

After spending time together, Bruce found it increasingly difficult to treat Ye Di as just a game NPC.

She treated him more like a brother.

He will be afraid, he will grow, he will be moved, and he will firmly follow behind him.

He saw it: the cowardly miner charging madly into the orc horde.

That sense of accomplishment is incomparable.

Bruce now understands especially well how much he drools over Reese's feelings.

These are soldiers we trained ourselves.

The shelter is currently engaged in intense war preparations.

Both players and miners participated in the manufacture of weapons, working day and night.

Bruce looked at the half-finished mecha in front of him.

"The campaign rewards are earned by manually crafting them bit by bit!"

The thought of hand-crafting a mecha makes me dizzy.

But there will be some sense of accomplishment.

"Is this star-studded planning team similar to Yi Xue?"

Drooling, he rolled his eyes at Bruce and said, "It's already a favor that you get permission to tinker with it. Don't you even consider how much higher this thing is than a chainsaw? How many contribution points would you need to buy it?"

"What do you think about me adding some of my own ideas?"

Bruce asked, "Is it possible?"

"Why not just give it a try?"

As he talked, drooling, he began adjusting the mecha's equipment.

For example, the back can be modified to a double-layer high-strength steel structure, and the saved equipment can be repurposed for the chainsaw, which can then be adjusted to a length of 1.5 meters.

Because their armor is different from everyone else's armor; it's much taller.

"Huh, it actually works?"

"Can I spray paint it with some colors I like?"

"Let me study your outfit."

The two's fans are furiously criticizing them.

"Alright, alright, so FPS players are starting to focus on fashion in the end, huh?"

"Bruce, paint a dog's head on it!"

.......

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"The game's power system feels like something that could be done in real life."

"The power system is not the key; the core power source and materials are the key."

The enhanced combat series power armor is 2.2 meters tall, while the enhanced version is 2.5 meters tall, and it houses an enhanced power frame inside.

Although the efficiency of this frame is not as good as the standard products of Human Union Technology, its explosive power far exceeds that of light armor under normal conditions.

The difference between the enhanced combat type and the general combat type of power armor is that the general type can provide 3-5 tons of force, while the enhanced type can provide 5-10 tons of force.

Essentially, the core power source is the same, but it is a compromise product due to the limitations of the power transmission system materials. After all, what is needed now is quantity, not quality.

If there is enough energy to refine the power system materials, the armor strength can be further enhanced.

Its armor is very thick, several times or even ten times thicker than the light armor that comes with it when it leaves the cabin, and it adopts a suspended design so that it can be replaced at any time if it is damaged.

While terracotta armor is not as strong as plastic steel armor, it is produced in large quantities, and its thickness compensates for its lack of strength.

This armor features a folding shield on the left rear, made of a composite design of plastic steel and ceramic, with an outermost layer of solid armor.

The large forging equipment in the engineering area currently only has enough energy to synthesize a small amount of zero elements, which can only be used as a coating. Even as a coating, it can only cover the area of ​​one shield.

We also need to simultaneously produce standard individual exoskeletons and high-strength steel armor, and the production quantity needs to be distributed to all miners.

Even with the equipment from the engineering area, it would still take several days to complete the construction.

Each player will act as a blade, miner, and clone soldier as a support unit to fight together.

Although the cloned human body controlled by the player is the lowest-ranking soldier in the Human Alliance, its full power still makes it a superhuman existence.

They are at least far stronger than the humans of the Empire.

You can easily defeat five miners if you are unarmed and unarmed.

Let these superhuman players lead the charge with their support troops and the warriors trained by their ideology.

They will act as Fang Yun's sickles, constantly collecting energy.

Anna collapsed onto the worktable in the engineering area again.

It was already very late, and everyone had gone to rest.

According to the work schedule, it should be 3 a.m. now, long past the time when work should stop.

Fang Yun sighed, picked up Anna, put her on the bed, gently covered her with the blanket, and then returned to his seat to continue being whipped while also trying to soothe her and mobilize the spiritual energy of the shelter, which was now almost tangible.

"This girl said she needed to rest."

Fang Yun shook his head.

Anna was more composed than Anne in some ways, and also more hardworking and diligent.

Of course, I'm not saying Anne is lazy; I'm just saying Anna is more like an older sister, nothing more.

Fang Yun still vividly remembers her experience of altering decorative knives, and feels helpless about the two sisters' equally eccentric ways of doing things.

The next day, the pace of preparations for war continued at a rapid and intensive pace.

"Sister, didn't you go back to the lounge yesterday?"

She didn't seem to have seen Anna in the lounge yesterday or the day before.

Anne, standing next to Anna, sniffed.

She smelled a familiar scent.

"Ah, no, I, I've revised the blueprints. I'll show them to the Commander first."

Watching her sister's somewhat anxious, even hasty, retreating figure, Annie fell into thought.

Is your sister hiding something from her?

This taste...

At this moment, Fang Yun was staring blankly at the dome.

After seeing the alert from Number Seven that someone was trying to send human corpses into the power grid, it took him a while to realize that something was wrong.

In wartime, Fang Yun would actively suppress his emotions; he understood that a merciful general cannot command an army.

But the war is over.

He is also a human being, a human raised on Earth, an educated Earthling.

What's going on? Could it be that because his psionic energy is being constantly drained, his humanity is gradually being eroded?

Or is your mind already a little tired?

"Commander, the blueprints, the blueprints are revised." Anna breathed softly.

"Anna, have I become cold?"