Criminals with strong antisocial personality are completely counterproductive to the reconstruction of human civilization in the last days of the gray tide.

After all, these people are basically selfish guys, and the collective continuation of human civilization is far less important to them than their own happiness.

Of course, it is also possible to choose not to awaken these felons, but among the other awakened criminals, there will always be some people who have the heart of the Virgin or other ideas, and will inevitably propose the release of these felons.

And if only one of these people is released, there will be potential risks, and the other felons will also be released.

Then it was like a Pandora's box, directly extinguishing the remaining fire of human civilization.

The odds were too high for a few players to take the risk.

Most of these felons themselves are extremely heinous, carrying at least one human life, or have committed other serious crimes, and there is a justification for killing them.

As for the garbage ideas such as "whether there is a right to deprive another person of his life", "whether a suspected crime should be stopped by such a brutal method", "what is the difference between killing to stop killing and thugs", several players naturally do not have it.

They are not well-fed moral judges, and in the last days where survival is the first priority, as long as the entire human civilization can be continued, everything is right.

Soon, several people had already smashed the metal hatch just now, wrapped the strips of cloth torn off their clothes with shards, and made a dagger with a handle.

Amid the redhead's screams, the men found the longest sleeping pods and began to pierce the hatches one by one, stabbing the dormant inside to death.

Of the almost 10,000 prisoners, minor offenders still account for the vast majority, and only a few hundred felons who have been sentenced to more than 20 years in prison.

Several players were ready to come to their senses by this time, and each of them was like a killing machine, piercing the hatch with precision, stabbing the tip of the dagger in their hand through the throat or eye socket of the sleeping dormant, and piercing their spine and brain with all the force, in order to kill them with a single blow.

Soon, all the felons who had been sentenced to more than 20 years in prison had been killed in their sleep.

A few of them gasped for a moment and began to open the other hibernation pods, waking up the shorter guys who might be "good guys".

Of course, it doesn't matter if you're a good person or not, as long as you don't go too crazy and have a strong desire to survive.

After all, the Eagle Nation, the strongest country in the world now, was originally established by a group of exiled criminals.

The redhead had recovered from her initial panic and was even able to chat with them and ask them what was going on.

After listening to their account of the current state of the world, the redhead screamed in horror for a while, and then began to open the hatch for them.

The doors of the hibernation pods were opened, and the dormants who had been sleeping inside for a long time woke up one after another.

At first, he screamed in horror, then gradually calmed down, and when he became conscious enough, he slowly joined the players.

Many people even ran a long way out, but couldn't find an exit at all, so they gradually believed the players' words and came back to join them.

The teams around Satoshi Nakamoto and Vasily are also getting bigger and bigger.

Finally, the last of the dormants was awakened, and they already had a team of nearly 10,000 people.

Although most people are still confused, skeptical of everything they say, full of selfishness and suspicion, in this environment, they have to join them.

Hunger and thirst soon set in, but fortunately there was the nutrient solution in the sleep pod.

After temporarily feeding on the nutrient solution and regaining their strength, the team, led by several players, set off in a mighty way in the other direction of the megastructure.

Just when Satoshi Nakamoto, Vasily and the others formed their own teams, in other parts of the super giant structure, a famous player also showed his ability.

They either found the guy who called themselves "Sanctuary People" and got the legend about the descendants of the creator of the Grey Tide World, or they were lucky enough to land near the grave of the Grey Tide Graveyard, quickly figured out the cause of everything, and began to look for a way to break through.

Of course, there are also some unlucky players who fall into a place where there is not a single living person within a radius of hundreds of kilometers, or go directly into the endless corridor and die of hunger and thirst, or fall into the charging station of the constructor and be swallowed up by thousands of constructors in an instant.

Fortunately, every time they die, they can be resurrected again.

But the taste of death is real, and it sharpens their will every time.

Time in the game seems to be under the control of the developers all the time, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, but in the feelings of these players, it is a kind of flowing rhythm.

Time passes faster when they start marching, eating, or resting, and when detailed communication or exploration is required, the flow of time in the game naturally becomes normal.

Needless to say, everything behind this is, naturally, the developer's means.

The time and effort required for the Grey Tide Apocalypse quest is not weaker than the previous two game quests.

In particular, virtual reality games make them feel extremely real, and the mental consumption of perception is even greater.

Finally, after ten days in the real world, half a year after the Gray Tide Apocalyptic game mission, the players of the Gray Tide World gradually converged in the range of 3000-5000 floors, and gathered together again.

This seems to be the purpose of the developers, as the crowd is basically scattered in an area of tens of kilometers.

After these days of exploring, all came to one conclusion:

According to the legendary hints they received from the game, in order to complete the quest and find the game's control core, they must find the descendants of the creator of Grey Tide, and then enter the top level of Grey Tide's mega structure.

And the strength of a few people or a brigade alone cannot break through the defensive circle composed of all the constructors.

Only by assembling the power of all the players, or the power of all the humans they can find, can there be a glimmer of life.

As for the descendants of the creators of the Grey Tide, they were also found by narrowing down the scope by elimination.

The descendants of the creator must not be native to the Grey Tide Cemetery, but this person, or his parents, grandparents, or some other generation of ancestors, must have come to the Grey Tide Cemetery from outside.

At the same time, the person must have certain dominant genetic characteristics similar to those of the creator, such as hair color, such as freckles, such as the outline of the nose, and so on.

After slaughtering all the Sanctuary people, they found a picture of the creator in the Sanctuary, where several leading biologists and geneticists deduced the trait and drew several sketches.

Furthermore, the offspring must have never encountered a constructor since birth, otherwise his ability to interfere with/control the properties of the constructor would inevitably result in exposure.

After screening through these conditions, there are only less than ten people eligible in the entire Gray Tide Cemetery.

Players simply bring all ten of them with them to make sure nothing is missed.

On a vast platform on the 2,000th floor of the super-giant structure, tens of thousands of people are marching in solemn formation, and the commander of the Salvation Army is doing pre-battle mobilization.

Most of them carried metal sticks in their hands and water bags on their backs, and a few carried EMP bombs and EMP guns made from rudimentary "prehistoric" relics.

Although the power is very small, it can barely be regarded as an electromagnetic pulse.

After a few words, the crowd was already boiling with enthusiasm, ready to take back everything that belonged to human civilization.

As long as you can rush to the top and find the control core of Gray Tide, everything will change!

Even if you use flesh and blood to fight against metal!

"Let's go!" With a wave of his hand, tens of thousands of warriors immediately marched up the stairs.

The awakened dormants, as well as the natives of the Grey Tide Graveyard, were all in high spirits, and the players were awakened to their fighting spirit.

They're going to fight those damn nanobots!

At the same time, when this army of tens of thousands of people was winding towards the upper echelons, a team of only a few hundred people was diverted from the large army, led by Li Tongchen, Vasily, Satoshi Nakamoto and others, and headed in the direction of the northwest.

They are the real workhorses.

When the tens of thousands of people attract the attention of the constructors and drag the constructor cluster with their lives, this small team will take the creator's descendants all the way up to the top of the supergiant construct, and find the control core of the gray tide.

In cyberspace, Shen Feng's consciousness observed this team that diverted out, and couldn't help but admire:

"Ruthless enough...... It's my turn......"