Warhammer: Open the door! Human League players!

Chapter 63 I'm so envious!

The garrison in the core city erupted in cheers. Bruce was panting heavily, with four or five orc mechs lying at his feet.

This was a resounding and exhilarating victory.

The appearance of the orc mechs terrified the garrison.

But the appearance of Bruce left the Greenskins helpless.

As one of the strongest players, he has only suffered setbacks in direct combat when facing large war beasts and resorting to turtling tactics.

But the increasing number of orc mechs was becoming too much for him.

"Why are there more and more of them?"

Seeing the endless stream of orcs, Bruce roared, "Runcha, come relieve me!"

"We're here! Go back and resupply!"

Runcha's gaze fell on Bruce. Sixty percent of Bruce's armor was broken to varying degrees and needed to be replaced or repaired in time.

Having just come down from the battlefield, Bruce hurried to the supply point.

"If the fighting continues like this, our supplies won't last long."

More and more players are jumping over via teleportation, and the supplies they bring can help Bruce resupply, otherwise they would have run out long ago.

Remove the armor and let the local authorities maintain it.

He, on the other hand, was preparing to learn more psionic techniques.

His actions always attract a lot of attention.

"He's back, it's his turn to switch."

"Commander Bruce, something has gone wrong!" Fu Mou said breathlessly.

Fu Mou came from the inner city of the core city.

"Where?"

"In the inner city!"

Bruce's gaze darkened; if something went wrong in the inner city, it would be troublesome.

"Exoskeleton activated!"

Holding Fu Mu, Bruce ran all the way into the inner city.

He rarely came in here because this was the interior of the garrison area of Outpost 10.

"Where are the mutated people?"

Bruce looked around and said.

"Right here."

With her double eyes close to Bruce, she whispered, "It's you."

"Brother Bruce!"

"Pfft!"

A blood-stained blade pierced Bruce's body.

"You, with your double eyelids!"

Boom!!!

Countless afterimages appeared in Bruce's view.

With a loud bang, a huge iron cage fell from the sky.

"Looks like those Bloodhound stuff really works! It really did break through your armor!" Compound Eyes jumped off Bruce.

Bruce looked at Fu Mou in disbelief.

Holy crap? He got stabbed in the back?

Wait, isn't this a game? What kind of crappy plot design is this?

Isn't she an Easter egg representing the game designer's girlfriend?

"I'm sorry, Lord Bruce, you'll have to wait here for a moment."

With a strange movement, Fumou crawled out of the gap at the top of the cage, just like an insect, and then closed the last exit.

"Once our compatriots destroy those blasphemous things, I will personally mate with you."

"I will transform you into a subject of the God-Emperor."

"Human beings are too fragile; only by embracing us can they truly ascend to the Kingdom of God."

"Are you a heretic?" Bruce looked at the blood-red dagger on his chest, and combined with the words of the compound eye, he immediately understood.

A sense of psionic energy, chaos, bloodshed, and destruction.

There are also those who have been transformed into the subjects of the God-Emperor.

Isn't this a genetic mutation?

In other words, the source of the mutation is actually here.

The final mission is also here.

The core city of No. 10 is the source of the genetic virus!

But what about the demon and infection in Tunnel 6?

"You are the heretic!" A man in black robes appeared from a distance.

"You are the heretics!"

"You have blasphemed the blessing of the God-King!"

"We've been planning this for a long time, just waiting for you to take the bait."

"As long as we trap you, we can get rid of that blasphemous device that can alter the God Emperor's blessing."

Bruce cursed, "Fuck your Stellaris development team! Is this how you play a game?"

"Are all NPCs now lying and stealing information?"

Who the hell would have thought of that?

Bruce thought he was in a relationship.

I thought this was part of the game's storyline.

It turns out it was all a honey trap; who could resist that?

Bruce might be able to handle other things, but a honey trap is useless.

"That's it, this is my last life!"

All players share ten lives, but each person only has one chance to revive. The remaining nine lives are irrelevant to them. In other words, if Bruce dies again, he will be eliminated.

"You beast!"

Bruce attacked the cage with a chainsaw.

"it's useless."

Fu Mou removed her headscarf.

On her forehead were two pairs of compound eyes.

"It really is an alien." Bruce then realized why the compound eye was poking his forehead.

"My name is Fumou (meaning 'complex eyes'), because I have many eyes."

A surge of psionic energy fell upon the cage.

"Psionic power?"

.............

"Begin! The strongest has been captured. Destroy those blasphemous things!"

"At all costs!"

A huge explosion was heard, and Runcha turned around to look.

The walls of Outpost 10 have collapsed!

Half of the city wall collapsed instantly.

This scene stunned everyone.

"We'd be willing to destroy this core city if it meant destroying the blasphemy!"

"Destroy the blasphemy!"

"For the Chaos Gods!"

The sudden riot plunged the city's survivors into extreme panic.

"What happened?"

"Stop, or we'll shoot!"

"Da da da!"

Bullets poured out.

The UN garrison troops responded by firing back.

The UN peacekeeping force was caught off guard and many of its troops collapsed.

"Beg for mercy, surrender, and offer yourselves to the Chaos Gods."

"Don't resist illness; a loving father's love will embrace you."

"Have they gone mad?"

"Never mind, just fire!"

"Damn it, how come they're not afraid of dying?"

A group of zombies covered in pus appeared on the battlefield; their bodies were already oozing pus.

Bullets have no effect on them.

"Smash them in the head! Smash those monsters' heads off!"

"It's those men in black robes. No wonder they're wearing black robes."

"So they... they're not human anymore!"

One by one, highly poisonous spores were thrown into the air.

Large amounts of foul liquid were spilled out.

"ah!!!!"

The garrison soldiers screamed and wailed in agony.

Just then, a wave of psionic energy swept across the battlefield.

Wherever the psionic beams passed, the infected human soldiers immediately stopped wailing.

The infected areas on the body turned into scars, but ultimately the infection did not spread.

At the center of the light wave was a woman.

"Engineer Annie!"

Annie's face paled slightly. This was a mid-level psionic skill: Psionic Purification!

"It really is a psionic plague!"

"These plagues are created based on psionic energy!"

Anne shouted at the top of her lungs, "For the Human Alliance! For the God Emperor!"

"They are the lackeys of evil gods, not ordinary survivors."

"A complete eradication is necessary!"

"They have blasphemed the SUPP!"

"Do not be afraid, we still have the God-King's angels!"

"All captains, fight! Unleash the fury of the Human Alliance upon all heretics!"

Just when everyone thought the Human Alliance outpost was about to be destroyed, four or five captains descended from the sky.

Armed with chainsaws, they single-handedly held off the rioting cult fanatics.

"Holy crap? There's already a battle?" The player general was assigned to guard the quarantine zone.

I was thinking, wasn't he here to kill demons?

However, he could not disobey the commander's orders.

Even when stationed, one can still earn sanity points.

"For the Four-Armed Blood Emperor!"

"For the Four-Armed God Emperor"

"For the Four-Armed Ancestor"

"????"

"heresy!"

"General, what's going on?"

The entire battlefield was in chaos, filled with green-skinned people and all sorts of cultists.

It's impossible to tell who's who.

"Why do I feel like this is just a huge mess?"

At this point, the entire core city was in chaos.

The rioting believers initially targeted the stronghold.

But after discovering their differing beliefs, they began attacking each other.

Then they advanced toward the People's Federation stronghold.

"No matter what, we can't let them get in!"

"Corporal, hold the outpost."

"Wait, where's Bruce!" the general asked.

Bruce is the best player, and if he were there, the pressure on the defense would be much less.

"If Bruce were still here!"

"Engineer Anne, my captain, my captain Bruce, are still in the inner city!"

"Is Bruce still in the inner city?"

"He was tricked by that woman."

Upon hearing Ye Di's description, all the players were somewhat incredulous.

"No, game NPCs can lie?"

"Holy crap, it's a honey trap!"

Players also realized that this was a honey trap.

"It's over. If Bruce dies again, he's basically eliminated and there's no chance of him being resurrected."

With a thud, he knelt down on the ground.

"Captains, can you please save my captain?"

He knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

He hit his head and it bled.

"Honestly, I'm a little jealous of Bruce."

"General!" The corporal glanced at the general.

"We don't have enough manpower."

"If it's just about holding the camp, it's enough. In this situation, one person can't possibly save them all. If several people try to rescue them together, the entire defensive line will collapse!"

Once a large number of infidels storm the camp, the survivors rescued during this period will be rendered useless.

Anne said, "I can't abandon the whole camp for Captain Bruce."

"There are several thousand survivors here."

They have a defensive mission; if thousands of survivors die, their merits will be deducted instantly, and they might even be in debt.

He knelt on the ground, clenching his fists.

he left.

"O Divine Emperor, please guide me!"

He was filled with despair. He looked up at the sky, and as his gaze slowly fell, he saw the combat armor standing tall in the maintenance area.

For some reason, he felt that the armor was unusually conspicuous.

It was as if there was a golden halo surrounding it.

His gaze was fixed on one of the only two sets of top-of-the-line armor in the entire Human Union shelter.

With multiple modifications by Anna and Annie, this mech is capable of easily defeating large greenskin armies and easily killing high-ranking greenskin units.

He opened the mech and sat inside.

The instant it restarts.

His body felt as if it had been crushed by a tank.

A tearing pain.

Even players who want to use the enhanced form must undergo genetic evolution in order to withstand the pressure brought by this strongest mech.

This is armor capable of unleashing 5-10 tons of force.

This is the drawback of humans working together to create mechs.

We must use our own strength to break through.

The mechanical structure pressed tightly against his body, frantically squeezing the support from his muscles to activate the armor.

The physical capabilities of a human being are the limit, and his body, honed from long-term labor, is probably less than a third of that.

Only blank clones can pilot standard-model combat armor.

He, on the other hand, had to bear the pressure of copying whiteboards several times over.

Within seconds, blood began to seep from the corner of his mouth.

But he smiled.

He can.

"Captain, I'm here!"

Upon seeing the familiar reinforced armor appear, the corporal's face lit up with joy.

"General, Bruce is back!"

"Bruce is back?" The general's gaze fell on the familiar armor, a hint of doubt on his face.

"How did he get out of the camp?"

"Wasn't he lured away from his post?"

Then it dawned on him: "No, it's not him!"

"It couldn't be him!"

"Who? All the players are here. We can't pilot that mech either. We haven't undergone genetic evolution, and going in would just make us vomit blood from the pressure."

The player general uttered two words in a deep voice.

"Yadi!"

"Ye Di?"

The player, a corporal, stared wide-eyed and said, "General, are you kidding me?"

"Can NPCs pilot mechs?"

"The NPCs in the core city of number ten can trick players, even luring Bruce away, and then suddenly instigating a riot."

"Why can't our NPCs drive the players' armor? Besides, they can use lightweight exoskeletons too."

"This game is more realistic than I imagined!"

The corporal frowned and said, "His physical requirements simply prevent him from piloting that mech, don't they?"

"If I could use it, I would have used it already!"

"He didn't go to rescue Bruce alone, did he?"

"Why would a game NPC want to save a player?"