Warhammer: Open the door! Human League players!

"Handsome, can we get to know each other?" A woman dressed in revealing yet sophisticated clothing followed beside the clone soldier.

The clone medical team is very popular in City Ten.

Those who are abandoned by default, even those who have lost limbs, can be given new prosthetic arms, thus escaping the fate of the abandoned.

Within City Ten, there are not only soldiers, but also a large number of survivors.

Who wouldn't hope that someone would save them when they are on their deathbed?

Who doesn't want to live?

The arrival of each clone medic was met with cheers from the surrounding soldiers and survivors.

This woman had skin that was bluish with a hint of purple, and it had a shiny, smooth appearance.

His clothes were completely out of place among ordinary survivors.

They clearly clean their skin frequently, and even on this battlefield, they wear simple makeup.

"Would you like to relax for a bit?"

Pointed ears, slender and bony hands, and sharp, pointed nails.

She has been subtly hinting that she wants to have a friendly match with the clone.

She was completely hairless, yet possessed an inexplicable allure. Combined with her seductive and yearning eyes, most people would have already fallen for her.

Or rather, it wasn't just an implication, but rather that she had already attached herself to the clone soldier.

The two sides were only separated by the exoskeleton armor, preventing physical contact.

The cold mask had never been opened.

"You are a powerful warrior. If one isn't enough, two will do. My sisters and I can fight together."

"We don't need to use protection; we hope to bear your children."

Another woman with similar skin color but a different look walked over and put one hand on the clone.

"Although I don't really like being together, she's my best friend."

Their eyes were filled with an undisguised desire and a yearning to be paired with a clone.

But she was facing a clone.

"That woman is so beautiful. She's seducing him like this, and yet he remains completely unmoved."

The survivors who had just been treated were discussing it animatedly.

"I heard that this is the norm at Outpost 10."

Outpost 10 is the largest outpost, and many of its inhabitants are not native residents but have heard about certain things about Outpost 10.

One of the survivors from Outpost 10, an indigenous person, said, "To bear children for the strong is the greatest loyalty to the God-Emperor."

"This is their mission!"

"Ouch!"

The woman took two steps back, looking at the man in front of her with some surprise.

The man simply pushed them away.

"Hello, please move aside. The commander has ordered that you not obstruct my mission."

The two women were stunned as they watched the clone leave.

There are countless people willing to be paired with them.

Although they bear the task of reproduction, they are not ordinary breeders; they are of noble status, and within the church, only bishops are qualified to be breeders.

Outside the church, only nobles at least at the battalion level or above are qualified to actively seek out partners.

"The mission has failed."

The clone soldiers quickly assembled, and the commotion naturally alerted everyone at Outpost Ten.

This small unit possesses considerable firepower, with over a dozen laser guns, which are their only weapons capable of countering the beast horde on the battlefield.

The actions of the People's Liberation Army and the departure of their powerful reinforcements naturally caused commotion throughout the camp.

A company commander blocked the only way.

He shouted, "Stop! Where are you going?"

"Hey, don't stop me!" Marcus slashed in front of the encampment, his eyes fixed on the front.

The newcomer was a man wearing a large black cloak, his face heavily painted with greasepaint, his expression cold and his eyes ruthless.

One of the company commanders of Outpost 10, Duoshou.

"Marcus, what are you trying to do? You're dismantling the army, and you've chosen this crucial moment of all times!"

"Come with us to the mining town, where our compatriots are. If we come together, we can accomplish everything."

"We are together, one body, and the God-Emperor will protect us!"

"When and what we, the People's Alliance, do will be decided by you?" Fang Yun's voice was icy cold.

Fang Yun's perfect model made Duoshou swallow hard.

This reminded him of the most distinguished person he had ever met.

He wasn't as confident as before: "Leaving the stronghold and exploring the caves means you could die at any moment. It's connected to the battlefield, so it's not safe."

"The underground world is teeming with orcs."

"You'll be safe if you stay with us."

"There's no need to take risks for one person."

"Besides, he's not a member of your People's Alliance!"

"It has nothing to do with it?" Fang Yun laughed.

"Marcus is a member of the People's Union, so his daughter must be a member of the People's Union too!"

"Is this reason sufficient?"

"Marcus, you've joined the Human Rights Union?" The 10th Company Commander looked at Marcus with a heavy gaze.

"No, that's right, I've already chosen to join the People's League!"

"First of all, I have been relieved of my command by Commander Garo and am no longer part of the defense force's combat order!"

"My 33rd Company wasn't originally a subordinate company of the 10th Company; it was only merged during wartime."

Yes, Marcus has been removed from office!

Because Marcus is now disabled, his rights and obligations have been revoked.

Theoretically speaking, Marcus joining the Human Union does not constitute betrayal.

Because he had already been actively abandoned.

Everyone knows the truth.

"I know you have many hands, many women, and many children."

"But I only have one daughter. I'm holding the stronghold to the death to give my daughter a chance to survive."

Marcus's actions resonated with many people.

"Can I join you?"

"My family is also at Camp 6."

Count me in.

Count me in!

"None of us are in the combat sequence of Outpost Ten."

The number of people who followed Fang Yun in developing the sixth tunnel exceeded fifty.

Thirty of them were survivors, and twenty were soldiers, including a new company commander assigned from Outpost Ten.

"Commander! They'll disrupt our plans!"

The regimental commander raised his hand, stopping the company commander from speaking, and said, "Pay attention, provide cover for them."

"Our goal is to reach the mining city; we must unite as one."

"Make use of those external survivors, but don't provoke resentment!"

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[Psionic: Spatial Jump - Fixed Point, performs a long-distance jump, casting time 1 minute. Note: Only the team leader can learn this skill, can only jump towards the shelter, and can only perform a short-range return jump. Learning merit 100]

"Isn't this just returning to town?" he said, drooling as he looked at the skill description.

"Yes, that's it. The Sichuan Opera master and I both bought it. If we don't find any survivors, we'll just jump back. That will cut our travel time in half."

"Right now, only a few players can afford this skill; others simply don't have enough merit points."

One survivor has only one merit, and the entire shelter currently has just over a thousand survivors.

Apart from a few players who played in a very Western style and collected all the merits in one round, the rest only learned a few low-level psionic skills, such as psionic shields.

"I bought it, I bought it."

"This allows you to adjust your jump position automatically!"

"Yes, the only safe place is a shelter."

He drooled and grinned.

"I have an idea."