My players are so fierce.

Chapter 1125 1123. Respect those things that must be upheld

"buzzing"

Under Lao Qin's control, the high-speed rotating fine chainsaw sword ruthlessly chopped into the body of the gray monster insect in front of him.

The sharp chainsaw cut made the disgusting thing scream and spit out green corrosive blood, but facing the combat power bonus of the exoskeleton, the insect's counterattack was obviously unable to stop Lao Qin from continuing to be invincible on his battlefield.

Although the positioning of individual exoskeletons among players has quickly changed from sweetie to Mrs. Niu after the outrageous thing called power armor was officially implemented in the game, to be honest, at the current stage of the game, there are still only a few players who can own exoskeletons.

This thing is a signature protective gear for elite players.

Except for the wealthy guys and girls who are really not short of money and will find a way to get one for themselves through the trading platform of the Tavern APP before entering the game, all the remaining exoskeletons require players to invest a lot of effort in the game to obtain them. Therefore, whether a player is qualified and capable enough to fight can be clearly seen by looking at what kind of protective gear he uses in normal combat.

For example, the more than 60 players that Lao Qin left behind at the repair position, although small in number, the fact that every two people had a set of exoskeleton clearly represented their strong combat effectiveness and super awesome qualifications. And with the blessing of powerful war experience, when this strange swarm of insects launched an attack from both the sky and the ground, these elite players quickly found a way to fight them.

The bugs on the ground are the easiest to deal with. You can just rush and hit them with the help of explosives.

The ones in the sky are a bit troublesome, and archer players need to hide in suitable positions for sniping. The hunting illusion opened by witch hunter players can also delay the harassment of these flying insects on NPCs. By the way, although there seem to be a lot of them, the insects currently appearing on the battlefield are not even a little bit away from the real "sea of ​​insects".

This tactic was effective, and after the initial confusion, the defending side quickly gained a foothold.

General Bhopal and his soldiers were all equipped with powerful melta guns, so they were organized into anti-aircraft firepower. They boarded the Origin Pioneer, which was being repaired, and launched rounds of attacks on the flying insects in the sky from that natural sniper platform.

"boom"

With an expressionless face, Lao Qin used his trench gun to shoot at a ferocious ground bug, blowing its head off. He took a step back and reloaded his weapon under the cover of the three brothers who were slacking off beside him. Just as he was about to observe the battlefield around him, he suddenly received a task prompt on the UI interface in front of him:

[Random mission: Fighting in the sand sea has been triggered!]

A swarm of strange insects of unknown origin tried to interfere with the Transian people's repair work on the Origin Pioneer. They came with bad intentions, but we were prepared.

The special support unit, Millennium Quicksand, has set off!

Governor Murphy will arrive at the battlefield in 30 minutes. Please hold on until support arrives.

hint!

Governor Murphy believes that the appearance of the swarm and the attack of the sandstorm worms are more like a false illusion. He believes that the real danger has been covered up by the chaos on the surface. Players are requested to pay attention to protecting the console data samples of the Origin Pioneer during the battle. 】

"Blank!?"

When Lao Qin saw this line of prompt, he was shocked.

He immediately turned around to look at the main body of the Sun Ship still standing in the sea of ​​sand behind him. General Bhopal and his soldiers formed a defensive position around the cut hull and continuously attacked the flying insects in the sky, but the fierce battle attracted everyone's attention to the outside world. At this moment, no one was paying attention to the situation inside the spacecraft.

"Lord Horse? Old Horse! Can you hear me?"

Lao Qin immediately contacted Ma Wangye, who had hidden inside the ship because of his weak fighting ability when the ship was attacked, but the latter's communication signal only received a busy tone.

This made Lao Qin's heart sink immediately.

"Slacking off! You continue to lead the players to resist the ground bugs here. Lin, bring your team and follow me! Quick!"

Master Qin gave orders to his subordinates, then turned around and led the twelve elite members of the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry Squad to rush towards the Sun Boat.

At the same time, in the cabin of the stranded solar ship Origin Pioneer.

Lord Ma Wang trembled as he looked at the figure walking out from the darkness in front of him. The latter easily killed several Sanghai guards who were protecting him with just a small knife. The Sanghai soldiers who were selected to serve on the Sun Boat were all true elites, and the fact that they could complete such a kill in an instant was enough to prove the danger of the man in front of him.

Lord Ma wanted to run, but as soon as he turned around, he heard a whoosh and a sharp knife flew past his face and nailed to the floor in front of him.

Lao Qin's voice came from his computing orb, but before Lord Ma could answer, the ghost-like guy took the computing orb with his skillful hands, turned off the communication module in a few seconds, and threw it to Lord Ma.

"Without this thing, it would be difficult for me to even communicate with you."

A hoarse voice sounded in the darkness, with a hint of helplessness and ridicule, and the man said:

"The scholar asked me to learn your language, saying it was very important. I was confident in my learning ability. I had learned the difficult Aztec language, but your language was another level of difficulty.

Foreigner.

Let me introduce myself. My name is Salifu Shadowblade, the 'Slave Master' in the Dusk.

Well, judging from your expression, you should have heard of my name, right?"

Sari walked out of the shadows and looked down at Lord Ma who had collapsed on the ground. He stared at the latter and then shook his head. He threw another flying knife and knocked the grenade hidden in Lord Ma's hand away. Then he stepped forward and pulled out the pistol at his waist for self-defense, and disassembled the weapon with a series of clicks, and scattered the parts on the ground in front of Lord Ma.

"Come with me."

Salifu, wearing the mask of shadow, said:
"Go to the bridge and copy the data there, then I will take you to a 'good place'.

Stop struggling!

I know that you can somehow extract your consciousness from this world, but the psychic projection that makes up your body will not dissipate unless you die.

Unless the magical Murphy uses his almost unconditional remote control over you to force you to "die" in this world, so.
Eat this! "

Sarifu pinched the horse king's chin and stuffed a pill with a strange smell into his mouth.

The thing melted in the mouth, and its special power exploded in Lord Horse's mouth like an invisible spider web, restraining his body. The spiritual energy enhancement prevented the projection from dissipating instantly.

"Where are you taking me?"

However, after realizing that he could still log off at any time, the fear in Ma Wangye's heart dissipated a little. As long as the exit button was still there, he had nothing to be afraid of here.

He gasped to regain his sanity, and then stared at Salifu in front of him, reading a unique meaning from the latter's words. He said doubtfully:

"Are you guys planning to turn me against you?"

“Well, that’s a good word.”

Salifu smiled, stretched out his hand to the Horse King and pulled him up from the ground. He turned and walked towards the bridge, and said to the Horse King who was following him vigilantly:
"This is a scholar's idea, which I think is stupid, but it's worth a try.

The smartest among us believe that your existence is the most unsolvable source of power for Magical Murphy, so if we want to gain an advantage in the confrontation with Murphy, we must first find a way to disintegrate your connection with Murphy.

We don't even need you to be on our side, just neutral in our confrontation with Murphy.

You see, I have been with you all these days.

I witnessed with my own eyes how the masters from another world, led by you, restarted the precision machine tools in Port of Origin, and how you reached an agreement with the Songhai mechanics to hand over the control data of the power armor to them. Finally, I witnessed how you worked closely with the supporters from the other world.

You came up with a complete plan for repairing the solar boat in just two days. Well, I'm a rough guy and I can't understand those drawings, but my experience tells me that you didn't just randomly come up with a plan.

This is enough to prove that the civilization that exists in your world is much more powerful than the world where I was born!
According to scholars, your level of civilization is higher than ours.

Maybe in your eyes, we are just a group of primitive people who can only make noises."

"It's not that exaggerated."

Lord Ma shook his head and explained:

"The level of civilization you are at is just the same as the path we have taken. Judging from the perspective of civilization development, we are only one step ahead of you, or at most two steps.

But compared with the Creator's knowledge, there is actually not much difference between us and you. Spear-wielding primitives and bronze-forging clan civilizations are equally not threatening in the eyes of future people who can control spaceships.

But I am curious, how are you going to persuade us to remain neutral in your confrontation?"

"Of course it's the same old stuff. After all, you can't expect the confused minds of the destroyers to come up with any new ideas that will make people's eyes light up." Sarifu laughed at himself and said:
“You are eager to obtain the knowledge of the Creator and are fanatical about it. Especially you, a small group of explorers composed entirely of masters from other worlds. Unlike other crazy people from other worlds, you entered Transia with a clear purpose.

I guess this should be the action plan in your world.

The others are just a bunch of hot-blooded vagrants, but you are the 'official explorers' sent by a powerful force.

So, we will start from this angle.

The scholars have promised that once you are willing to maintain neutrality, all the Creator's knowledge in the hands of Dusk will be open to you.

I'm not bragging. Although Mr. Murphy seems to have a great advantage, when it comes to the collection of creation knowledge, he is just like a pauper in front of us.

There is no need for you to travel thousands of miles to explore the sea of ​​sand, there is no need for you to work hard to repair this old spaceship, and there is no need for you to risk your lives to enter various ruins of creation.

As long as you nod, all the samples and data information you want will be delivered to you.

This is your purpose and your job.

Getting the job done is a must for professionals!

From this point of view, there is no difference between cooperating with Murphy and cooperating with us, and our advantages and conditions are obviously more generous than Murphy’s. ”

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"But you are the destroyers! You want to destroy this era, just like a group of lunatics who stir up trouble everywhere, claiming that you are the only one who is sober while everyone else is drunk."

Lord Ma shook his head and said:

"It's risky to work with people like you. You can't even control your own thoughts. Besides, Mr. Murphy has no history of deception. But you can do whatever it takes to achieve your goal."

"I admit that what you said is true, but what does this have to do with you foreigners?"

Salifu asked back:

"Whether this civilization exists in this world is meaningless to you foreigners. All you need is the knowledge left by the Creator. And your second point, you said Murphy never deceived you?
What a joke!

Like I said, I have been following and observing you for quite some time.

Without your members knowing, I have sat and drank with them, I have hunted with them in the sea of ​​sand, and I have even personally delivered supplies to your warriors during the defense of Port of Origin.

I know the 'truth' of this world in your eyes.

I also know that Murphy made this all up for you as a game, but some of you have already discovered the truth, Your Excellency.

I believe that as wise as you are, you have already understood the truth about how this world works.

Your birth, growth, adventures, battles and final gains here are all a hypocritical lie, which was woven for you by Murphy himself. Now this lie has expanded to the scale of tens of thousands of people, and as Transia continues to prosper, more and more foreigners will take the initiative to jump into this lie.

Even so, you still have the nerve to mock us for using fraudulent means to achieve our goals?

You were used by Murphy!

Foreigner.

In his eyes, you are just a tool to realize the Creator's plan for the world. However, do you and your compatriots really know the truth about the birth and development of this world? Are you so sure that Murphy and his Creator are really on the side of justice? "

"Swish"

The hatch leading to the bridge quietly opened after Sarivo used a unique mechanical verification. Several busy Songhai mechanic apprentices looked back in confusion, and then one of them hit them with a flying knife. They fell in front of Lord Ma, and the blood spilled and splattered on the console, filling the cabin with the smell of death.

"You know nothing! Foreigner."

Salifu walked in, shook his head and said:

"You neither understand the sufferings of this world, nor the impacts of this distorted era on people like us. You neither care about the people of this world, nor do you care about the impacts your actions will have on this place.

You come here in pursuit of pleasure and satisfaction, and see our world as a giant playground.

Come with excitement and leave with satisfaction.

All that's left is a piece of land that you've ravaged, and you still want us to put on a flattering smile and welcome you to come again next time.

Well.

Maybe it’s not that you don’t understand, you just don’t want to care.

More than once, when chatting with your people, I heard them complain about how miserable and boring their lives were in the other world, listened to them complain about their stupid bosses or stupid colleagues, and listened to them describe how boring and hopeless their lives were.

It's like everything in this world is a trash can for them to vent their emotions, or like a piao confiding his inner thoughts to a prostitute after being satisfied. You don't really care about us, you just need a moment of indulgence to throw away reality and enjoy yourself.

So, how much respect do you think we 'whores' should expect from you and your people?"

He bent down, inserted a mechanical instrument into the console and began to copy data. He looked back at the speechless Horse King, shrugged his shoulders and whispered:

"Murphy is a bad bastard who does good things for a living, and you...you are even worse!"

"Have you said enough? You self-righteous idiot NPC!"

The Horse Lord, who had been listening in silence, raised his head at this moment. He stared at Sarivo and the control panel behind him. At the moment when the shadow blade grabbed his neck, the Horse Lord shouted:

"Data formatting! Start!"

"puff"

At this moment, a flying knife made of shadows pierced through the body of Lord Horse and nailed him to the hatch at the rear, but when Salifu turned around to terminate the program, it was too late.

Eden set the formatting command for the console before leaving, and Lord Ma started it using the voice control program.

The reason why he followed Sarivo here obediently was to do this. The data that was still moving turned into a ball of dust at the data level and dissipated in a few nanoseconds, causing Sarivo to shake his head regretfully.

He did not have too many regrets about the failure of the mission. Instead, he was very interested in the decision made by Lord Ma.

He walked up to Lord Ma.

Looking at the latter who was struggling on the hatch, he asked:
"why?"

"No reason."

The horse king, who had a timid face just now, looked at this dangerous guy calmly and said:

"It is impossible for us to cooperate with you, even if you offer very attractive conditions. However, forget it. You won't understand even if I explain too much.

You just need to know that our cooperation with Mr. Murphy is equal. There is no one relying on whom or taking advantage of whom. This is the correct way for civilizations to contact and communicate. Pure exchange of interests can only bring friends who are greedy for money.

When it comes to the future of the world, sticking to something is more important than achieving a goal.

The survival of this world has nothing to do with us, but we hope it will become better.

And those you just described are the fourth plague, but we are not!
We are more like a 'volunteer army'.

I don't expect you to understand the difference between the two, but the fact is, even in your so-called gray world, black and white are still clear!
Salifu, I know your backstory.

I know you were born into a distorted society with extreme inequality between men and women, and I know you are also a victim of certain disasters, but unfortunately, you who always claim to pursue fair cooperation do not understand the meaning of "equality" at all. "

The Horse King, who was "hanging" on the hatch, sneered with his last bit of strength:
"Look at the anger on your face. It's as if you're willing to risk everything to protect something. Why don't you look back, sir, and see what you've been protecting along the way? Also, I'm curious, were you this angry when you killed your mentor with your own hands?"

(End of this chapter)