Warhammer: Open the door! Human League players!

"Selusive, heretic!"

Grefax's gun was locked tightly over her forehead.

"Judge, you promised me!"

Caul's hoarse voice came from behind.

"We don't have time for internal strife."

"The sacred object must be delivered."

"Is that really a sacred relic?" Grefax's gaze was as cold as tempered steel, piercing straight at Caul.

"If you want me to help you break free from control, wait until this trip is over."

Grefax stared coldly at Celestine: "Don't let me catch you betraying the Empire."

Judge Grefax never believed Sellers.

Or rather, she didn't trust anyone, including Caul.

In her eyes, this group of people were all well-trained heretics.

Steel Soul is Kaul's ride.

If Celestine intended to do it, and with Caul's cooperation, everything could be done flawlessly.

"We must go to the mining cities on this planet to find a chance to start afresh. Someone has already discovered us."

They spotted traces of Abaddon's Chaos pursuers.

I also saw the shadow called fate.

"Intelligence indicates that a portion of the sacred artifacts fell near Outpost No. 6 in the mining city."

"They're catching up!" Celestine said in a low voice.

"I have requested assistance from nearby battle groups, and they have responded."

Staring at the glaring red drop of blood on the data panel.

It was them...

It seems that Kaul is truly willing to go to any lengths.

This mission must be completed.

For the Emperor.

All forces must be united as one.

We must give our all to deliver the Armor of Destiny to its destination, for it is the empire's last hope.

Even if it exposes their whereabouts and attracts the attention of the empire's high command, they must escort this sacred object to its destination before the empire can react.

Looking at the target on the map, Celestine prayed to the Emperor.

The hope of the empire, why did the sacred relic end up here?

Your Majesty, are you guiding me in the right direction?

……

Players are exploring faster and faster, more and more survivors are being rescued, and more and more heretics are being completely eliminated.

Inside Outpost 10, a growing restlessness and unease were brewing.

Every time the UN rescues a batch of survivors, new infections occur in the quarantine area.

As if it had become a pattern, this further convinced everyone that the heretic rewriting human genes was inside Tunnel No. 6.

The Human Alliance's ecological warehouse has the ability to cure all diseases, but due to energy limitations, even with the full support of Commander Garo, it is far from enough within Outpost No. 10.

Many survivors who are already ill are eager to become the next recipients of treatment; they are like a powder keg.

There are just players stationed here.

Those steel warriors who effortlessly slay orc war beasts are the true pillars of strength.

"Not everyone is sick, right?" Bruce retorted.

His gaze fell on the quarantine area, where some of the people had never been infected with the genetic virus.

Or perhaps they are infected but do not have symptoms of racial alteration, so just in case, they have to be isolated together.

Meanwhile, drooling in the tunnel was still immersed in the mess he had made, smugly pleased with his skill in discovering a new map. He was reminiscing about his close relationship with the game's beautiful girl, thinking about how to find this Easter egg, and couldn't help but chuckle.

"A master of Sichuan opera, I never expected there to be beautiful women in this game."

"I don't like women, I have no interest in women, and if you say it again I'll beat you up!" the Sichuan opera master said viciously.

"Are you getting impatient?"

Buzzing...

"Just kidding, just kidding..." He immediately raised his hands in surrender as he looked at the Sichuan opera master's chainsaw.

He may be a bit of a jerk, but if he doesn't act silly and jerk, then he's not drooling.

"Would you like to go over there, or over there?"

Let's play rock-paper-scissors!

When you encounter a large branch in the tunnel, it depends on who goes to explore which side.

Just then, the sound of intermittent gunfire and incessant roars suddenly came from deep within the tunnel.

"Woof!"

"There are heretics!"

After being provoked by Bruce and drooling, the Sichuan Opera master lost all interest in women and sprang out the fastest.

The drooling child immediately ran forward to catch up.

Ahead, several monsters in the dim light were chasing a group of survivors dressed in black robes.

These survivors are also fighting back, but their efforts are limited in effectiveness.

Their fighting style leans more towards sniping.

"Psionic Flame!" The Sichuan Opera master threw a psionic flame at them.

The flames illuminated the tunnel, stopping the pursuing monster.

This scene startled the survivors, and as they fled, a psionic wave shot out from their bodies.

The psionic energy wave caused the monsters chasing them to stumble once again.

At the same time, the survivors immediately turned and opened fire.

The bullet hit the monster's head precisely.

However, the monster was not killed.

"Is he a psionicist?"

They are no strangers to psionic energy.

It can be said that there are hundreds of psionicists in the current shelter, and the players are all psionicists.

Da da da……

The drooling man and the Sichuan opera master both fired their weapons at the same time.

The two men aimed their bullets specifically at the monster's head.

In just a few seconds, the monster fell straight to the ground.

"Stronger than orcs?"

It took ten standard bullets to hit the monster in the head before it was finally killed.

The survivors, panting, sat on the ground, watching this unique squad.

Very competitive.

"We're saved! Sir, thank you so much! Your marksmanship is amazing!"

These men in black robes were a squad of soldiers, armed with sniper rifles.

"Which combat order are you from?"

"Sir, we are members of the sharpshooter company at Outpost 6. My name is Baiji. I got separated from the company during the melee."

A sharpshooter, no wonder his marksmanship is so accurate.

"Thank you for your support, sir. If you hadn't arrived in time, we would have been torn to shreds by these monsters."

"Can we follow you?" Bai Ji volunteered to join.

"I am the combat captain of the Human Alliance, and I came here to support and rescue you."

"Besides, your marksmanship is quite good."

"If we had cooperated well, it shouldn't have come to this."

The sharpshooter's eyes lit up, and he continued, "Our marksmanship is excellent; working together will definitely not disappoint you."

"If our counterattack plan hadn't failed, dealing with these monsters would have been a piece of cake!"

The person standing to the side, drooling, started having ideas.

These sharpshooters possess psychic abilities and exceptional marksmanship; recruiting them as subordinates would save a significant amount of training time.

You could say this is a wild, high-level unit.

He was drooling and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned.

The Sichuan Opera masters probably didn't discover the hidden value of these people.

"You're drooling, come here for a second."

The Sichuan Opera master devoted himself to collecting materials on heresy.

Looking at the two creatures that had been killed, the drooling man and the Sichuan opera master were a little bewildered.

Lying on the ground was an extremely bizarre canine creature.

With a shoulder height of over 1 meter and a body length of over 2 meters, it resembles a wolf more than a small horse.

Its skin had peeled off, exposing its muscles; its neck was covered with numerous bone spurs; it had fangs in its mouth; and its pupils were blackish-red.

"What is this thing?"

"Were you being chased by this thing?"

Bai Ji explained, "After the plague broke out, the stronghold fell into chaos, with many people fighting over resources. We had planned ahead, but unfortunately, we failed."

"We were caught off guard, broke out of the defensive line, and were chased, but they weren't very strong, just about the same strength as the orcs," Baiji said unwillingly.

"This really is like Resident Evil; it's even more ferocious than the bio-hounds."

The drooling man and the Sichuan opera master immediately passed on information about these mutated hunting dogs to Fang Yun.

"Commander, this seems different from the zombies we've killed before."

The zombies are infected with a virus, causing ulceration and pus discharge.

These mutated hunting dogs are more like mutated creatures.

Upon receiving the information from the two players, Fang Yun's pupils contracted.

"Psionic power?"

"This is a psionic creation; it's purely warped by chaotic psionic energy!"

Fang Yun pondered for a moment, then found a word to describe it.

"Chaos Hound!"