Captain Jackson was participating in an internal meeting of the American Imperialist players in a farm on the outskirts of Shabak at this time, and compared to the huge momentum when they came, there were less than a hundred U.S. Imperialist players still surviving in the Old World, so Captain Jackson, the nominal leader, had long since become a loner.

The atmosphere of the meeting was a little bleak, everyone is already very clear about the current situation of the US imperialism itself, no one knows if their area will become the next no man's land, there have been many players walking and walking people are gone, and some people have taken refuge offline and never come back.

The rest of these American imperialist players who are still immersed in the game either have nowhere to go, or they are ready to be fully quarantined like Captain Jackson, and then lock themselves in the game compartment and completely rely on nutrient solutions to sustain their lives.

Captain Jackson, as a mid-to-high-level official in this faction of the federal government, has his own channels to learn the truth behind the mass deaths, and what makes him desperate is that neither His Excellency nor the evil gods on the other side can resist him.

The theme of this meeting of these American imperialist players is whether it is possible to obtain relevant dimensionality reduction equipment from the EU people and save their doomed lives by dimensionality reduction.

On the black market, the price of services related to dimensionality reduction has risen to the point where even an officer like Jackson cannot afford it, and the illegal groups that have the ability to reduce the dimensionality of humanity are now almost twenty-four hours a day, but there are too many people seeking refuge in the game world.

The Great Endumer has blocked the entire borders of the American Imperialists, where neither aircraft nor ships can get out, and the gray storm of death and the ubiquitous plague of Nurgle fight for ownership of life on all fronts.

Jackson couldn't believe it was all happening so quickly, and it took only 120 hours for the federal government to go from the time the federal government issued martial law to the time it lost control of the entire region.

The federal government has not heard from the Governors for a while, and the Great Finalists have mastered all of the U.S. imperialists' communications networks, satellite clusters, and most of the unmanned autonomous factories, while the corruptors who have been corrupted into Nurgle's dependents have just as many slave factories, modern plantations, human modification centers, and medical technology complexes.

Jackson once left the game to return to reality, trying to leave the United States through military channels and seek refuge in Africa or South America, but after realizing the game, he found that most of his connections had already tried to leave the United States before him.

This is also where he is lucky, those Forerunners are now either dead in the sea, or they have been annihilated in the air by the invisible defenses, and no one can leave this cursed country.

Before Jackson returned to the game, the federal government was building a massive underground shelter in the D.C., which in Jackson's view was a giant coffin for the Giant Born or the evil god to slaughter.

But this is also a helpless move, if it were not for this huge project to temporarily stabilize the internal order of the SAR, I am afraid that it has now become a battlefield, people will frantically attack each other for clean water and food, although there are enough material reserves in the SAR, but there will always be irrational individuals.

"I still haven't made an appointment to see His Majesty Reinhardt today." Jackson spoke first, telling the crowd bad news, and a sigh of relief: "But I can now be sure that Reinhardt must have completed the dimensionality reduction, the player logo on his forehead is missing, and the number of guards is three times as large as before." ”

There was another glimmer of light in everyone's eyes, except for Jackson, the rest of the players here are basically grassroots officers or ordinary soldiers, and these people have doubts about whether the dimensionality reduction plan is real because of channel problems.

"Captain, can we really get help from the Europa?" A crew member who had served on the Life Authority asked with some urgency: "I came back to reality yesterday and found that the lights in the west part of the city were turned off, this is not a good phenomenon, the neighbor said that he had seen an explosion in the biopower plant before, and I ...... it."

In the middle of his sentence, the player suddenly went limp, and when Jackson crouched down to examine, he found that the soul inside the shell had left this world.

May he rest in peace, Jackson closed the sailor's eyes with his palm: "This is where we are, waiting for hope, or waiting for death." ”

"We listen to you, Captain." The U.S. Imperialist players were silent for a while, and once again supported Jackson as their leader.

"Very good, remember, we're still players, but Reinhardt and those Europa officials aren't anymore, we're going to take advantage of that!" Captain Jackson told the crowd, "The only chance we have is to grab someone important enough and ask them to give us the technology!" ”

"But in the process, once we die, we have to wait a long time to return to the game world in the resurrection." Another player asked, "If dimensionality reduction technology really exists, how will the dead be counted?" ”

"We can only bet on one wave, and the dimensionality reduction technology will allow players who are dying to return to this world immediately." Captain Jackson looked at the player, "As I said, this is the only chance. ”

He pointed to the lifeless corpse lying on the ground: "Either gamble on a wave, or like him, lie here and wait for death to come!" ”

"We did it!" A large group of American imperialist players finally erupted in silence and chose the path of life to death, and they wanted to save themselves.

Captain Jackson, on the other hand, made a subtle mark on his chest, praying for the protection of Slaanesh, hoping that he would not be killed by the death storm of the Great Finale, and that he would not be approached by Nurgle's plague messenger.

In addition to secretly destroying the order of the Europa Empire according to the oracle of Slaanesh, Jackson's current conditions really do not have the opportunity to please the Lord of Desire.

The new Cultist of Slaanesh was recruited by an Elven captive who was originally a Slaanesh spy embedded in the Elves, but was sacked by the Viceroy to Shabak City, and simply relied on his own ability to attract a new group of followers among the players.

That's how Captain Jackson became a follower of Slaanesh, of course, his faith is not pious enough, and the degree of corruption is also very slight, but based on the current situation, he has to choose the Lord of Faith and Desire, in the hope of saving his life.

Hell, as long as I can save my life, whether it is an evil god or a righteous god, I believe it! Captain Jackson suppressed his fear and prayed to Slaanesh.

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