The Fourth Disaster: You Said The Human Race Is Weak In The Interstellar Space?

"I didn't expect that there were only level 5 warriors in your warship. We were really worried for nothing." The level 6 humanoid mecha, holding a giant sword, swept across the deck of the No. 1 warship. "It seems that there are not many high-level genetic warriors in the human race." "Haha, in that case, your warship will belong to us!" The humanoid pirate made a dull sound in the mecha. He waved away the low-level mechas around him with contempt. These level 5 genetic warriors didn't even have a decent mecha. He could rush in and kill them alone. It was as easy as cutting melons and vegetables. He should take this great credit. The players didn't pay attention at first, and a large number of them were killed directly. The entire deck was full of limbs and debris. Blood was all over the ground. The players who were still alive were also covered in blood on their faces and bodies. The strong smell of blood made the remaining players tremble all over. Not out of fear. It was this sense of reality that awakened the restless ancient genes in their bodies.

"The most attractive thing about this game is its reality. I didn't expect that a real battlefield would be so exciting."

"What a ferocious little monster. It's a pity that you have a health bar."

The players who climbed up from the pool of blood stopped laughing.

Turn on the monitoring mode, and the health bar above the opponent's head appears instantly.

"As long as there is a health bar, even if it is a god, I will kill you."

The players climbed up from the pile of flesh and blood one by one.

The sound of snow came from the headset.

"Battleship No. 1, all players, turn off your sense of pain. I will replace Black Tulip and directly guide your battle."

"Ten players are responsible for recovering the bodies on the field, and another thirty players are arranged to collect the parts dropped by the previous mechas."

"Now, we have to start fighting and learning to assemble mechas at the same time."

"The pilot battleships on the periphery are also supporting you."

"Players of Battleship No. 2, the big boss hidden under your ship can be used to brush careers. If you want to switch to become a mecha master, you can go and brush it."

"The elves will arrive at the battlefield in fifty minutes."

"Lord, your strength cannot be exposed in front of the elves, so please deal with Yuris within these fifty minutes, and all players of Battleship No. 2 will cooperate with Brother Yuan."

"Now, please turn off your sense of pain and start our journey of brushing the script."

The voice of "It's snowing" is very calm and decisive.

At this time.

In Battleship No. 1.

All the players turned off their sense of pain.

The sixth-level gene warrior, operating his mecha, quickly slashed in the direction of the players.

He was surprised to find that these humans who were missing arms and legs just now, seemed to be in no pain, and dodged quickly.

Although, he didn't dodge.

But for some reason, the fight was not very satisfying.

The giant sword in the hand of the heavy mecha was stained with blood.

"Human, face the fear."

...

"Brother Yuan, is this Doctor Octopus still alive?" The oil thief was on the ground at this time.

There was no way to get on the battleship for a while.

He simply ran out.

He looked at Doctor Octopus with a blue ring on his body and came up with a plan.

"Still alive." Wei Yuan asked, "What's wrong?"

The oil thief: "He is poisonous, right!"

"I want to draw some of his blood. The blue-ringed octopus has a very high toxin. I think it can be used on the battlefield."

"As the saying goes, all is fair in war, and no poison is not a hero. I plan to poison him again."

Fighting is a way.

A frontal attack is one way, but isn't poisoning from behind a way?

Besides.

The four-member team has always been in perfect harmony.

Wei Yuan moved his fingers.

The huge octopus moved to the top of the oil thief's head.

He waved his hand.

There was a big hole on Dr. Octopus's tentacles.

Light blue blood dripped.

The oil thief quickly bought a few large transparent glass bottles from the mall and received several large glass bottles.

"I'll go deal with Yuris first. He won't wake up for a while, so you can do whatever you want."

Wei Yuan jumped up, and Mo Yun opened the cab in mid-air and caught him directly.

Jill is really handsome. The oil thief secretly took a look and was amazed.

When I have a mecha in the future, I will also board the plane like this every day.

A huge octopus.

Eight tentacles hanging in the air.

Blood from the wound dripped down the tentacles.

Seeing that the dripping was getting less and less, the oil thief quickly got another knife to cut.

But the knife couldn't cut Doctor Octopus's flesh at all.

"Fuck, is the defense so high?"

The oil thief turned on the microphone of the four-person team.

The oil thief: "Xingchen, Xingchen, call Xingchen!"

Xingchen: "What are you doing?"

At this moment, she was driving a mecha and wandering outside.

The level 5 mecha couldn't get into the encirclement.

Oil Thief: "I got some poisonous blood here. Take it to Dark Begging and Macabacca. Let's take out the pirates' asses."

Dark Begging: "Damn, you are a genius. Where did you get the poisonous blood?"

Oil Thief: "The Doctor Octopus caught by Brother Yuan is so big and poisonous. It's a waste not to use it."

Macabacca: "Awesome, you are the best brother."

It's snowing: "Poisonous? Oil Thief, send us one too."

Oil Thief: "Damn, how did the commander's microphone come in? What's going on? There is no commander in our group?"

It's snowing: "Is it possible that you are also using the public microphone?"

Oil Thief smiled.

I almost forgot.

Next time you have a private chat, you must remember to turn off the public microphone.

Thief Oil: "But this octopus has a very high defense. I can't even cut its skin. The cut that Brother Yuan made just now is almost closed by itself."

Xingchen: "Wait for me."

Her weapon should be OK.

Xingchen: "It's snowing. I'm driving a mech. Enter the war zone. Make a way for me."

The mech she's driving now is simply put together by the backup pirates.

If the pilot battleship is blown up, she will have to type gg instantly.

"OK."

After getting the answer, Xingchen flew directly towards the pilot battleship group.

The pirates watched a somewhat tattered mech pass through the hail of bullets and almost reach the battleship group.

They were all surprised and delighted.

"If that mech works, we can definitely break through the siege. Go!"

Another wave of mechs rushed up.

Dazzling laser cannons were fired from the pilot battleship group.