I'm cultivating immortals in fantasy games

Chapter 137 Descends from the sky
"It's here!"

"Pack up your things and get ready to get off the plane!"

The special plane full of Huaxia reporters made a detour, avoiding areas severely infested with insects, and stopped at the edge of the eastern city.

They have to change trains immediately, drive to the nearest safe area by car, and continue to follow up and report.

The lives of front-line reporters are so busy, and they are used to it.

What's more, this time it's a political mission.

"Leader!"

"The intern reporter is gone!"

In the team, a reporter shouted loudly.

"How did it disappear? We just got off the plane!" Another reporter asked.

However, they searched around, but they couldn't find Ye Siyan.

At this moment, the team leader remembered the little red book.

He thought about it, and said, "Don't worry about it, the business is important!"

"Let's ask the staff here to help you find it. If you find it, let him meet us!"

The others looked at each other and felt a little strange.

But the task is still important, it is impossible to stay here to find someone.

What's more, he is such a big man, where can he get lost?
Dongdu, Metropolitan Police Department.

"Director, get out of here quickly!"

"Insects may come here at any time, please follow us to evacuate!"

The chief of the Metropolitan Police Department, formally known as the Superintendent of Police.

The subordinates urged it more than once, the black bug was too dangerous.

There is currently no way to fix it.

Ito Yu also felt that his life was over.

The future is gloomy, with no hope in sight.

As the police chief, he mobilized a large number of police forces to chase and intercept, and suggested that all neon players come to the rescue.

As a result, they all died.

Forget the losses of police cars, armored vehicles, and fighter jets.

The important thing is casualties, and there are so many civilians!
He really wanted to be eaten by bugs like this, at least he would not face the blame later.

Poor supervision, dead meat!
"Director, it's too late!"

Seeing that Ito Yuya was still ashen-faced and unable to cheer up, his subordinates simply motioned to the partner next to him to pick him up and carry him away.

"Let me die!"

"Don't stop me!"

"I'm going to kill that bug!"

Ito Yuya yelled, showing his anger and the spirit of sacrificing his life for the country.

But in fact, his strength to resist is very limited, and it doesn't look like he can break free from his subordinates at all.

Open the door, throw in the car, close the door, and start off.

Ito Yu was also transferred to a command vehicle.

The equipment in the car is very complete, and the battlefield situation is broadcast in real time, which can also be used for his reference and command.

But Ito Yu also looked at a loss.

He dared not give any more orders.

"More than half of the high-level players who are all neon are rushing over!"

"The second batch of personnel who have arrived are gathering at the edge of the battlefield, waiting for instructions!"

The subordinates reported to him seriously and responsibly.

Ito Yu also looked at him and asked, "Are there any foreign players?"

"Uh, no." The subordinate thought for a while, and comforted him, "The time is a bit rushed, maybe they haven't had time to come over."

"Really, it's a pity."

Good for foreign players.

It's not a pity to die.

It is said that humanitarian international rescue is based on the principle of voluntariness.

If something goes wrong, can you blame Neon?

On the contrary, Yuya Ito does not want to rely on domestic players.

Because if these people die, his pressure will become even greater.

He turned his head and watched the live broadcast again.

Suddenly, his eyes widened.

"Among our players, are there any who can fly?"

"What flies?"

"The one standing on the sword?"

"It's really troublesome"

"What do the people above think? We've all come here, why don't we play!"

On the edge of the battlefield, a temporarily divided gathering place.

A large number of neon players are standing or waiting, each of them is a little impatient.

They are the second group to arrive.

"I said, what about the first batch of players?"

In the crowd, a somewhat dazed player asked.

He had just arrived, and he didn't have time to pay attention to the latest battle situation in a hurry. He only knew that there were already players coming to support him.

"Probably, it's possible." Another player looked at the sky and said slowly, "We can see them in a while."

"Ah?"

What do you mean?
"What nonsense are you talking about! They died with honor!"

"Cowards get out of here!"

"This is no place for selfish cowards!"

One stone stirs up a thousand waves.

Originally, the mood of the players was complicated and apprehensive.

At the beginning, it was for glory, to save the people of Dongdu who were in dire straits.

But who ever thought that the first batch of people died.

The situation is more difficult than they imagined.

That bug is simply not comparable to the garbage bugs in the game!

Excitement and passion began to develop into fear and panic.

It's just that no one brought it up.

No one wants to sacrifice themselves.

The pioneers who sacrificed their lives for the country and the nation in history are called heroes because they sacrifice themselves for others and make selfless sacrifices!
"Hey, we, will we win?"

"Right?"

"It won't die, will it?"

The player who asked the question at the beginning was already a little crying.

He ran out privately, without even telling his parents, he came here as soon as his head got hot.

"coward!"

"Go home!"

A player next to him pushed him down roughly and taunted him!

"What are you doing!" Some players couldn't stand it anymore and asked him directly.

"How can you bully your companions?!!!"

"He was cowardly first!"

"That's your fault too!"

"Stop arguing!"

The quarrel started to develop into a group fight.

"Look!"

"what is that!"

Everyone turned their heads in unison, looking in the direction the person who made the sound was pointing.

"This planet is rubbish!"

"There is no one who can fight!"

The Black Worm King had a full meal again.

He shot casually, no, it should be said to be a worm limb?

All those clamoring players were easily killed.

"It's better to have energy." The Black Worm King bit the severed hand of some unlucky player, and said, "It's not like the garbage before, it doesn't smell at all."

The blood that has not been completely dried, as it chews, drips on the ground.

The footage was recorded by the front-line reporters in the helicopter in the sky, and the real-time live broadcast was displayed in front of people all over the world.

Of course, post-processing is marked with mosaics.

The Black Worm King could naturally hear the roar of the helicopter above his head.

It also knew that it was filming its own evil deeds and exposing its whereabouts.

But that's okay, all welcome!
"Engrave the name of my black worm king on the pillar of shame on this planet!"

"Remember what I look like, I will be your nightmare!"

However, the nightmare will eventually wake up one day.

When you wake up, there should be light.

White.

Dazzling light!

"Miscellaneous insects, do you want to fight with me?"

Ye Siyan stepped on the Chiyuan, holding a sword formula in his hand, and asked aloud.

(End of this chapter)