Warhammer: Open the door! Human League players!

Under Anna's arrangement, with limited manpower, the miners with amputated limbs were able to support each other and make their way to the Human Union shelter.

Anne held the little girl's hand and followed behind the group.

The newly released imperial miners hesitated.

The pain in their bodies was largely relieved by the injections administered by the medical team, and they were also less tired.

But I was still afraid inside.

Fear of those orcs.

That distinctive waaaagh roar still made them tremble with fear.

This is a fear etched deep into the soul.

Fear has become an instinct.

The remaining orcs even attempted to attack the crippled miners.

"They, orcs! They're here..." The hoarse voice stirred them.

Even after the main force was defeated and morale collapsed, there were still over a thousand remaining orcs, while there were only thirty players, forming only thirty tactical squads.

No matter how the battlefield is divided, there will always be some who slip through the net.

The morale, which had been shattered by the players, is rapidly recovering.

This is one of the peculiar characteristics of orcs.

If the morale of orcs collapses, it collapses quickly, but their nature allows them to recover quickly as well.

A counterattack or retaliation can be organized quickly.

Orcs can become exceptionally cunning under extreme circumstances.

A small group of orcs, surviving in the gaps between the players cutting through the battlefield, set their sights on the weak survivors.

These little shrimp are familiar to them, because they were once their captives, their source of amusement, and their snacks.

Only by letting out pitiful cries for them can their anger be appeased.

waaaagh!!

The greenskins charged toward the survivor squad.

"Help!"

Their instinctive fear.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, a steel giant standing two and a half meters tall appeared on one side of the group.

This is an enhanced combat armor, piloted by Bruce.

The anger felt by both him and those watching his game stream.

It never disappeared.

Disagreements have always existed in the comments section.

But now, it's unified!

"Long live the People's Federation!"

These four words have become what everyone is thinking.

"Eliminate the alien hybrids!"

The long-cherished wish of countless viewers has been transformed into a raging fire.

Bruce is willing to go along with his fans' opinions.

The memory of his wife and daughter's corpses haunted Bruce for the rest of his life.

One sentence had already pierced through his defenses.

These green-skinned bastards.

The commander is right.

"If no one can save you, then we, the Human Alliance players, will."

"This fucking world!"

Bruce activated the chainsaw sword and wiped the green blood off the blade with one hand.

Buzz! ! !

The chainsaw sword roared.

"You green-skinned bastards, prepare to face the wrath of the League of Legends players!"

Greenskins' flesh and blood were flying everywhere, and one by one they fell under Bruce's chainsaw.

Bruce is growing to like the chainsaw more and more.

Only by tearing the orcs to shreds can his psychological trauma be soothed.

The surviving miners trembled and quickened their pace.

Another group of orc remnants set their sights on the group of miners who had come out of the prisoner-of-war camp.

Anna, at the front of the group, supporting a miner with a broken leg, didn't stop. She simply looked down and said, "Drooling Captain, it's your turn!"

The roar of mechs moving ahead could be heard.

The person walking towards me is drooling.

"That's exactly why I came here."

Drooling, he marched towards the group, activating his chainsaw as he went, saying, "Rhys, they're just like you used to be."

"Are you angry now?"

"Captain, I'm absolutely furious."

As he spoke, Reese activated his exoskeleton.

"kill!"

The chainsaw spun, muscles shattered, and fresh orc corpses lay at the feet of these miner prisoners.

Until the warm green blood flowed to their feet.

They were once miners of the empire.

Now, they are the people of SUPP and are protected by SUPP.

A master of Sichuan Opera...

Group circle...

Runcha...

Whenever there is an attack by remnants of the orc army, new war mechs will appear.

One player squad after another.

Countless fans watched the live stream, or players participated in it.

There are only four words in my heart.

Long live the People's Federation.

The survivors went from feeling fortunate at the beginning to being pleasantly surprised later.

Then came involuntary sobbing.

One by one, players from the multiplayer game blocked their way.

The sobbing started intermittently and then continued throughout the entire group.

In the final, heartbreaking sobs.

The corpses of the green-skinned orcs had long been cleared away, and a narrow path stretched between the mountains of corpses on both sides. The mutilated people walked forward with difficulty, tears streaming down their faces.

Anne silently recorded all of this.

Anne captured this moment in photographs.

She always felt that these photos were useful.

The captured humans, stepping over the green-skinned corpses, headed towards the sanctuary of light.

When all the miners reached the shelter tunnel.

Some people were already kneeling on the ground.

They are not unable to walk.

It's not like we can't walk anymore.

They knelt on the ground, weeping bitterly and wailing.

Those who followed them.

Each time, a player comes to the rescue.

Time and again they stood in front of them, silently demonstrating the principles of the People's Federation and offering different answers.

This stands in stark contrast to the practices of the empire.

The empire abandoned them.

They arrived in their utopia.

They wept bitterly.

They burst into tears.

They knelt down in front of the shelter.

The light is ahead.

In front of the door are our fellow human beings who have suffered greatly.

Behind them were the company commanders, who stood in their way.

On both sides were mountains of orc corpses and seas of blood.

He looked at his compatriots and whispered, "Long live the UN!"

"Long live the People's Federation!"

The sound grew louder and louder.

Long live the People's Federation!

getting bigger and bigger

The sound traveled through the space and reached Fang Yun's ears.

He smiled.

"Long live the People's Federation!"

........

This will be another epic chapter in Anne's record.

This was an unplanned pilgrimage.

They are known as the original fire starters.

This was the true starting point of the People's Federation's expedition, and the People's Federation's philosophy changed from then on.

From then on, the captains of the Human Alliance, those angels of the Human Alliance God Emperor, became increasingly ruthless in their treatment of other races.

As a result, the policies of the People's Federation underwent an unexpected and extreme transformation.

After all the prisoners were safely transported to the UN shelter and settled in, the shelter first distributed clean clothes to them, and then provided them with clean water and food, things they had never enjoyed before.

Annie stood among the prisoners, personally distributing supplies while also fulfilling a new task Fang Yuan had given her: to comfort these survivors.

They held the bowls, staring at the meat inside. Someone trembled, and managed to squeeze out a broken, hoarse voice from their throat:

"tasty."

Food they had never eaten before, tasted before, yet found indescribably delicious.

They couldn't describe it, just like the other miners, they had never eaten real food.

"This is green-skinned meat!"

Anne's voice, like a bolt from the blue, shocked all the survivors.

Orc flesh?

They never even imagined it!

This is meat that is considered taboo.

They were even forced to eat canned food made by their fellow countrymen, and were not allowed to eat green-skinned meat.

This kind of meat is forbidden by the empire and is dangerous.

How could it possibly taste this good?

Why don't we get into trouble?

"These green-skinned creatures have been devouring us, why can't we make them our prey?"

"Starting with the People's Alliance, the roles of offense and defense have shifted. They can eat us, and we can also put them on our dinner table!"

The sound was like thunder, startling the survivors.

Tears streamed down her face, hatred and pain intertwined, yet she couldn't stop eating the spoon in her hand.

The moment of swallowing was not only an exquisite taste, but also a surge of vengeful pleasure.

Even if it's just a little bit.

It also seemed like revenge for a loved one.

To avenge the first blood debt for myself.

People ate its flesh and drank its blood.

Blood for blood, hatred for hatred.

Long live the People's Federation!