My players are so fierce.

Chapter 1422 1419. I saw the military notice tonight. Murphy is recruiting soldiers. There are vacancies. I will definitely have my name.

At midnight, the countdown to the new version update of "Real Alien World" is 6 hours.

Murphy was invited to Lao Qin's command center and saw Lao Qin ejecting himself from the experimental "Star Warrior" power armor.

This black and red power armor was covered in insect blood and some body parts, as if it had rolled in a pool of red and green blood. The sentinel standard chainsaw sword it was equipped with was overloaded twice, which showed the terrifying intensity of the battle that just took place on the locust wall.

"The nearby Zerg launched a general attack. At the most dangerous moment, they dug two tunnels under the giant wall, but they were pushed back by the players and their jackal artifact guards.

Hogg led Popok in a desperate assault with the support of the Light Chaser. The gnoll sage, with the help of the elven druids, successfully killed the nest master insect that had evolved to the fifth stage, thus defeating the insect swarm. "

Lao Qin sat on the chair a little tiredly. He rubbed his aching forehead and said to Murphy in front of him:

"The barbarians and the Yankees performed very well this time. Captain Frode led the barbarians' 'Steelheart Berserker' construct brigade to defend the front line of the giant wall. Marshal Baldwin sacrificed his own ship to delay the self-destruction attack of the flying insect swarm.

The soldiers cheered.

But the reality is that if the intensity of the war continues to be as severe as it was tonight, it will be a question whether this giant wall can last for a month.

Lord Murphy, we can no longer use human lives to fill this gap!

This horrific casualty rate will affect the life and death balance of the Jackals. My suggestion is to immediately arm our warriors with iron armor. If flesh and blood cannot defeat the strong enemy, then iron must represent the will to fight.

Whether it's exoskeletons, imitation power armor, or Iron Bear, we need to send them to the front line as soon as possible, the more the better."

"The production plan is right there, Lao Qin. I can't wait to go to the factory and help screw in the screws myself."

Murphy shook his head and said:
“You still have to hold on until the first batch of Iron Bear Armored Forces arrive at the front line. But the good news is that the production line of the Star Forge Factory is already in place. Mosna will start producing power armor. In this way, the factories in the material world only need to focus on producing downgraded versions of steel vehicles and artillery.

Hold on until the turning point comes!
But I guess you invited me here not just to talk about this already won battle, is there a problem with the foreigners?"

"It's not a question, but a suggestion! Regarding the 'public beta' plan that Alpha Company, or you, may implement in the future."

Mr. Qin picked up his pipe, took out a document drafted by Brother Zhongcheng from his drawer, handed it to Murphy, and sat in a chair to relieve the fatigue caused by driving the power armor for a long time.

After all, this body of his was experimental in nature, and the fatigue caused by long-term intense fighting made Mr. Qin urgently need to sleep.

The Vampire Governor stood in front of him and flipped through the document. After a few minutes, he returned the document and said:
"No problem. I completely agree with their approach. They can create a proper corporate entity for Alpha Company in another world. I authorize the operation and maintenance team to take full responsibility for this matter.

There is absolutely nothing wrong with using the state-led breakthrough in virtual reality technology as propaganda. In fact, it is a very wise choice for them to think of this way to downplay the impact of the public beta. This is equivalent to our alien partners endorsing us with the state's credibility.

Well, the pressure is building all of a sudden.”

"But I just want to know, have you ever thought about 'open beta'?"

Mr. Qin lit a cigarette and asked:
"If we really want to conduct a public beta test, how many people should we select?"

"Lao Qin, you are my warrior, I will naturally not hide anything from you."

Murphy pulled a chair over and sat down, then said to Mr. Qin:

“The current growth rate of helmets is simply not enough to support a public beta test involving millions of people. Therefore, before I find a way to break the upper limit, the so-called public beta test is just a gimmick to arouse the expectations of players and reserve players.

What I can ensure is that the 300,000 screened reserve players on the Transia APP will definitely get their own helmets in the next few months.

That is our base.

But to be honest, having so many core players is enough.

According to the plan of the Sentinel Corps, the first batch of servants they need is about this number, which means that when the interstellar war comes, these core players will step onto the battlefield, which will also be the ultimate form of "Real Alien World".

But the problem is.
We don't just have to fight an interstellar war, Lao Qin, we have to prepare for the worst-case scenario.

For example, in the final battle between Order and Chaos, if Chaos invades all parts of the world, how can we use the power in our hands to increase the chances of victory for this world?"

"Well, I understand."

Mr. Qin blinked and said:
"So, you will only launch the 'open beta' if you need an endless supply of cannon fodder, ahem, I mean 'warriors'?"

"Correct!"

Murphy let out a long breath, stood up and said:
"Chaos thought they had us in their grasp, but they didn't know that in the worst case scenario, we have hundreds of millions of reserve forces. The best part is that each of them can be resurrected in this world.

But that was just a test, Lao Qin.

Don't worry that I will normalize this expansion model. This world simply cannot withstand the exploration and devastation of hundreds of millions of foreigners, at least not at this stage of civilization."

"Well, I feel relieved when you say that."

Lao Qin blew out a relieved smoke ring and said:

"I will give your complete answer to the foreigners, and they will assess the situation. Hmm, what is this?"

He saw Murphy throw a very retro "big brother" phone to him. He looked at Murphy in surprise. The Vampire Governor made a phone call gesture and said:
"Hell Divers' project activation signal machine. Just dial the number to activate the project. The eight thousand well-trained alien elite soldiers are the last reserve team I leave for you. I have activated their resurrection clause to give them the same three-day resurrection mechanism as ordinary players, and have temporarily set the resurrection point on the Millennium Quicksand.

After we start the expedition, Lao Qin, this line of defense will be handed over to you."

"Uh, 8,000 people are not enough, right? A battlefield this big must have at least tens of thousands of reserve troops."

At this moment, Master Qin showed the greedy face of an old soldier, squinting his eyes and said:
"You've already given it all, why not be more generous! I know you must have more places in your hand. Since I'm your warrior, you should at least give me some special treatment, right?"

"It's not that I won't give it to you."

Murphy waved his hand and said:
"The Hell Divers are all active-duty soldiers. They need orders to be deployed there. No matter how powerful I am, I can't control them."

"I'll take care of it over there, just give me the quota!"

Master Qin patted his chest and said:
"Who wouldn't be confused by such an open opportunity to train troops? Isn't this much more interesting than a drill? Those youngsters keep complaining that the Blues always start with aliens. Tsk, I'll give them a whole life this time!
Let them see what a true 'sky-shattering start' is!"

"Well, okay, then I'll give you another 10,000 places. What's with that disgusted look on your face? Don't complain that it's too little! There really aren't any left."
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[Alpha company standard specification virtual reality converter activated! Dear No. 38957 "Real Alien World" player, good morning, your biological information is being logged into the database, please agree to the following terms of service before entering the login process. ]

As the brand-new gaming helmets vibrated slightly, the impatient "craving party" complained while using their consciousness to agree to the terms in the VR-like field of view.

Without even reading the content, huh, who would read these terms?

Isn't it always the case that you just choose the next step after agreeing?

She lay on her comfortable little bed, following the instructions to enter the face-shaping process while waiting for the biometric information to be entered. She knew that at this moment, there were 30,000 people like her across the country performing the same operation and waiting for the game version to be updated.

The huge countdown has reached the three-minute mark.

Every time the numbers jump, it's like the door to another world right in front of you is slowly opening.

She has waited too long.

From being brought into this circle by unreliable family members, to chatting and joking on the forum every day, to registering a Transia Tavern APP account, I officially joined this strange "big family". This circle is no different from other small social circles, with the same complex composition, the same noise, the same various thoughts, and the same outbreaks of verbal battles and conflicts. The Tavern APP with more than 30 registered users is like a miniature society full of complex chaos and wonder.

But one thing is for sure.

The most fundamental difference between their circle and other circles is that everyone has a commonly recognized bottom line.

That means everyone is the "chosen one"!
Although she doesn't know what criteria Alpha Company uses to select test members, the girl who has been in this circle for almost a year can be sure that, based on her understanding of this circle, there are really no "bad guys" in the traditional sense and the general quality of the people is frighteningly high.

Even the real identities of some of the brothers and sisters who introduced themselves were so exaggerated that they were scary.

For example, last month at a local meeting of the Cravings Party after the summer vacation, the girl met three well-known local entrepreneurs who came to "visit incognito" and happily became brothers with those college students who had not yet graduated, and planned together their future development plans in the other world.

They have even recruited people offline as the team composition for future logins to the game. Some "radicals" have even developed strict fitness plans offline, because the players' initial talents are really related to their physical abilities.

All this made her realize the uniqueness of the player group of "Real Alien World".
Now, she was finally going to step into that "new world" as a "chosen one". Although the distribution of 30,000 helmets this time still only accounted for one-tenth of the circle as a whole, such a large-scale distribution made people believe that Alpha's "capacity problem" had been solved.

Hey, the best days are yet to come.

This news alone was enough to get the reserve players excited, and the forum was as lively as the New Year.

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【Biometric information entry completed!】
Your player template choice is: Half-elf (human/moon elf hybrid).

Your birthplace is limited to: Dark Mountains 'Locust Wall' defense line No. 114 Recruit Camp.

Your ID inherited forum information is updated to: Invincible Tyrannosaurus Rex Unit 2.

hint!

It is detected that you have a relationship with the Hall of Fame player 'Invincible Tyrannosaurus Che Che'. Do you need to inform him of your birthplace information? 】

"Notify! And ask my brother to pick me up with a good set of equipment."

The girl snorted and said something.

She stared at the server update time that was already counting down, then took a deep breath, activated the sleep program in the helmet that was shining with a gentle light, and closed her eyes.

A series of high-tech prompts quickly flashed before her eyes:

[The final self-examination begins!]
Mind filtering is on and functioning normally.

The consciousness correction procedure has been initiated and is functioning normally.

The bio-health information monitoring program has been turned on and is running in the background. The user's physical condition is: healthy, with a slight risk of weakness. It is recommended to immediately stop unnecessary weight loss behavior and consume sufficient protein and vitamins every day.

The pain reduction program has been activated, and the current status is: weak pain.

The consciousness simulation program has been activated, and the current status is constant: 100% real simulation.

Login process started!

Connecting to the Transia server, the world network information flow is being integrated, and the player system has been implanted!
Welcome to Transia! New recruit.

Now, open your eyes and enjoy your second life.

】

"Swish"

In the intense feeling of weightlessness, Tyrannosaurus Rex Unit 2 vaguely saw a strange sea of ​​stars covered with purple-red nebulae in front of her, but before she could take a closer look, she opened her eyes amid the sound of vibration.

What came into view was not the gentle sun, but a burning sky filled with flames and explosions.

The heavily armed airships were doing their best to fire at the flying insects swarming around them. Every salvo created a dazzling barrage of fire in the sky, and those brave escort fighters were darting around in the swarm of flying insects, like sharks charging against a school of fish to devour them.

The girl's eyes widened.

Her breathing became rapid. Even though she could see discussions on the forum every day about how real this ghost game was, people could not imagine colors they had never seen. Just like at this moment, if she did not experience it personally, she would not be able to understand the value of the word 100% simulation.

She instinctively got up from the place where she was born, rushed out of the tent, and saw newbies like her running around, screaming and cheering, and some were kneeling on the ground trying to dig out the soil with their hands to determine its authenticity.

But more people are now standing in front of the recruit camp, pointing at the giant locust wall in the distance.

The nearly 100-meter-high giant wall under the morning sun looked like a wonder that only existed in fantasy. And when the Light Chaser emerged from above the clouds and bombarded the sea of ​​insects with the scorching sun, the shouts of those excited men sounded like they had reached some kind of weird spiritual climax.

They stood there eagerly, looking at the werewolf warriors who were rushing to the battlefield in trucks and the armored knights riding war horses.

They watched the psionicists riding magic carpets across the sky to reinforce the great wall, they watched the vampires and the Aztecs flapping their wings as they rushed out of the shadows.

They also saw the dwarves shouting and climbing onto the dragoons, and under the cover of the heavy steel bears, they launched a devastating attack on the swarms of flying insects that had landed. They also saw teams of rats with guns rushing into the tunnels with their commanders screaming and fighting a desperate battle with the tunnel insects underground.

"Oh my God, oh my God!"

The older sister next to the Tyrannosaurus II was trembling. She murmured to herself:

"I finally understand why my husband keeps clinging to that damn helmet all day long. It's not because I'm not attractive anymore. Chao! No matter how interesting my long legs are, can they compare to this thing in front of me?"

But not far from the recruit barracks, the ground was shaking.

Snake-like tunnel worms drilled through the ground, and then a large number of soldier worms howled and pounced on this group of funny newbies. Their game interface kept flashing new tasks, asking them to find weapons and join the battle immediately.

A group of people suddenly panicked.

Even if they have read the Player's Handbook several times on the forum, they will still panic when it comes to actually doing the work.

Some people got the bolt-action rifles but couldn't put the bullets in them, some people grabbed a knife and waved it around, and more people ran around like headless flies. After all, which normal person would pounce on the bug when seeing it!
"Zhao! Look at how bad you are, you are just picking your feet!"

In the midst of the chaos, a cool blood-red dragon was summoned as if by necromancy, and with its fierce breath, it smashed the raging psychic energy at the insects in front of it, binding them up and then tearing them apart in the fire of the explosives dropped by the vampires flying low.

In the fierce wind of war, Che Che, who appeared as a hero, maintained the cold majesty of a master of psychic powers.

His wings flapped, letting his cape and raised collar embellish his mysterious majesty. Then he slowly stood in front of his sister, frowned at her, and said:
"How come I didn't know you've fallen into a trap too? Go home quickly, sister, you're in a bottomless abyss."

"Stop talking nonsense! Now that I'm here, don't even think about sending me away! Take me with you to kill everyone!"

Unit-02 screamed and jumped over, letting the handsome yet helpless old man use his psychic power to lift her up in the air, and then he chattered like an old mother while taking out some novice equipment for her.

Behind the car, Bang Ge, who looked helpless, also flapped his wings and fell from the sky. He looked at the newbies in front of him and shouted helplessly:
"Line up and follow me! Newbies, I'm your new recruit commander!
We will start the attack on Abyss City this evening. You only have one day to get familiar with the war. I hope you don’t waste your first life and live to see the real big scene begin.

Finally, everyone
Welcome to Transia!"

(End of this chapter)