With the power of an ordinary human and the rudimentary weapons that can be found, it is basically wishful thinking to defeat the constructor cluster, break through the layers of blockade, and reach the top of the Grey Tide world.

It's not much different from a battle between a swarm of ants and a swarm of people.

Flesh and blood, after all, can't compete with machinery.

There is only one way left for mankind, and that is smuggling.

Although the descendants of the creator have permissions, it is unknown how to trigger permissions and use permissions.

The descendants of this creator are too precious for human civilization, and he is the key to gaining control of the core, so there can be no mistakes.

Therefore, the safest way is to let the vast majority of people pretend to break through, attract the largest number of constructors, attract the attention of constructors, and let another team quietly take the descendants of the creator to break through everything and come to the top of the super giant construct, to find the legendary control core.

Otherwise, a failure will cause the death of the creator's descendants, and then the entire human civilization will be completely extinguished.

On the side of the main army of the feint, there were more than 80,000 people in total.

From 2,000 floors to more than 10,000 floors in the legend, there is a total distance of 8,000 floors, and it takes a month or two to climb the stairs just to climb up.

It's just that at this time, these people did not complain in the slightest.

After staying in this dark and closed environment for a long time, there is only one thought in everyone's hearts, that is, to see the sky, see the blue sky and white clouds, and feel the breeze under the sun!

This desire goes far beyond the fear of death, allowing them to move upwards regardless of everything.

At the front of the entire team were thousands of Sanctuary people who had been driven away as meat shields, as well as warriors wearing the orange coats of Sanctuary people.

They all had rudimentary EMP guns made from discarded cameras and coils.

They are also the most critical force in defending against the constructor.

Behind them are thousands of fuel-carrying men with Molotov cocktails made from the only remaining fuel.

Theoretically, the movement of the nanomechanical swarm will also be delayed under high temperatures, and although it cannot destroy the other, it can give time to others.

The rest of the others, each with a tin whistle.

Theoretically, if everyone blows these tin whistles, they might be able to trigger a resonance in the nanomechanical clusters and delay the other's actions.

Of course, trying to find the other party's resonance frequency is basically the same as winning the lottery.

Having such a thing is better than nothing, which can be regarded as a psychological comfort.

Most people don't even have a decent weapon in their hands, just rusty metal rods or pieces of iron.

However, the surface of everyone's clothes was covered with dead nanomechanical clusters from the Grey Tide Cemetery.

These nanomechanical clusters were all destroyed by the strong electromagnetic pulse of the past, but now they have been made into a piece of clothing by everyone.

According to the legend of the apocalyptic Gray Tide, these nanorobots never attack each other, so such a dress made of the "corpse" of the nanorobots may be somewhat useful......

Other than that, all that is left of their weapons is teeth and nails.

At the beginning of the long death march, from the first 1,000 layers of structures to the 3,000th floor, they did not encounter any danger, so that everyone's confidence was greatly increased, and they thought that the journey would be so smooth.

It was only from the 3,000th floor that there were constructors one after another.

At first, there were only one or two, relying on the crowd tactics and those Sanctuary people who were meat shields, using the rudimentary electromagnetic pulse equipment in their hands, and the crowd tactics, they were able to defeat these nanorobots without any casualties.

Then, as we went deeper, more and more constructors began to appear.

Casualties followed.

If there are less than 20 construction machines at one time, it can be handled, but once it exceeds 20, it is easy to have a large number of casualties.

Especially after some people are bitten or scratched, the whole person begins to quickly transform into a constructor and become an enemy!

In the back, some players take the lead, whether it is a player or an NPC, once they are scratched and bitten and start the process of ashes, they immediately ignite the fuel they are carrying, and the whole person is burned into a fireball, temporarily trapping the constructor, and at the same time preventing their bodies from becoming part of the constructor's raw materials.

The higher you go, the more fierce the battle becomes.

Relying on this resolute spirit, a team of more than 80,000 people actually survived all the way.

Dead players are also immediately online again, climbing thousands of floors again and back into the party.

A month after the game, they had already reached the 8999th floor, which was only one step away from the 9000th floor.

Legend has it that the 9,000th floor is the "Heavenly Hell", which is the base camp of the constructor.

“Mother Fucker……”

Looking at the entrance to the upper level of the Black Hole, Nick spat and said viciously.

He lost count of how many times he had died in the apocalypse.

Twenty times?

Thirty times?

Every pain is very real, the torn limbs, the entrails that have been pulled out, the flesh that has been gradually devoured.

The fucking developers are so ruthless that they don't make any cuts in the pain at all, and just let them die of this mental pain.

However, there are not too many complaints from the players.

After all, it's their choice.

Everyone who can be selected and appear here is a person of great perseverance.

And after the initial death torment, they gradually adapted to this pain, and their spirits became much stronger.

Originally, some players still had a bad habit accumulated by pampering, but at this time, it also began to gradually fade.

Players themselves can feel that this kind of honing is also beneficial for many of their decisions in the real world.

Perhaps this is one of the reasons why the commander tortures them so much......

More than 80,000 people, plus all the players, there are still 30,000 people left at this time.

Most of the NPCs have been depleted.

However, in these days of common battles, the emotions and wisdom displayed by these NPCs often make players forget that they are just NPCs and have sincere emotions.

There are also some big names in the field of artificial intelligence among the players, and the shock these days has been overwhelming.

Take any one of these NPCs out, and you can beat the world's most advanced artificial intelligence program.

And in this game, they are nothing more than a bunch of cannon fodder......

30,000 people quickly passed the stairs leading to the 9,000th floor and entered the upper floor.

It looked like an empty platform, with a towering dome and pillars like a forest, and it was so dark that it was impossible to see anything.

At this moment, a dense sound of footsteps like beating steel drums sounded in the dim distance away, and everyone turned their heads to see hundreds of thousands of construction machines, like the same metal tide, coming towards them.

Each of these constructors looked exactly like humans, but all of them were expressionless, and they did not rush to attack when they appeared, but surrounded all 30,000 people.

As if from the mockery of the Creator to the Creator.

The hearts of the players have all sunk to the bottom.

There are so many constructors on the 9000th floor!

The surrounding lights became a little dimmer, and a melodious aria suddenly sounded in the game world.

The song was like a cry, as if it was lamenting for human civilization and the fate of these warriors.

It's Path to Heaven.

Everyone's hearts rose with a sense of sorrow, and some people invariably looked in the direction of the northwest.

Let's hope they succeed......

The Legion Leader glared angrily at the surrounding constructors and said in a loud voice:

"The Salvation Army, strike!"

The 30,000 remaining warriors immediately launched a suicidal charge against hundreds of thousands of constructors in the dim light, armed with rudimentary weapons!

The sound of metal clashes, hurried whistles, rumbling drums, the explosion of Molotov cocktails, the crunch of broken limbs, and the cries of death all converged into a torrent of sound that spread throughout the supermassive structure.

More than ten kilometers away from here, next to a patio on the 9999th floor, Li Tongchen stopped, frowned and said:

"You ...... Did you hear anything? ”

Nakamoto listened for a while, and with a sad face, said:

"It's the sound of battle, this should be the final battle......"

After the decisive battle, it will inevitably be the annihilation of the whole army.

Although it is only a virtual game, all feelings and feelings are real.

The comrades-in-arms exchanged their sacrifices for their safety.

There were more than a hundred people left in this special team, and they also encountered a small number of constructors in the middle, and the descendants of the creator did exactly what they thought, controlling a very small range of constructors to prevent them from attacking.

After paying most of the attrition, they finally came to the exit under the cover of the main forces.

Through an exit above, they will enter the 10,000th floor and exit the super giant structure!

Everyone no longer hesitated, and immediately rushed out of the exit.

Greeted by the sun and the gentle breeze, the blue sky and white clouds, and the beautiful countryside fields, everything seems to be the same as the original world, nothing has changed.

You can even see figures working in the fields carrying water.

Seeing this scene, a group of players showed happy expressions.

This is the end of it all?

The world is still functioning?

There are also many people who show suspicious looks, feeling that something is not right.

Nakamoto sat on the grass with his buttocks, but suddenly frowned, and then grabbed a flower and tried to pull it off.

Motionless.

Others have found the difference.

These floors, these plants and trees, all of them are metallic!

Li Tongchen smiled bitterly, looked at everything around him, and muttered:

"Commander, do you mean that all this is a joke, including our struggle...... Is it impossible for humanity to be freed from the apocalypse of the gray tide......"

Even if you climb 10,000 floors, you are still in the gray tide.

As for the so-called control core, no one knows where to look for it.

Maybe there is no such thing.

"That's not right...... Since the commander has set this task for us, there must be an end, and climbing the 10,000th floor must be one of the conditions, otherwise everything will be meaningless......" Nakamoto said in quick thought, and then he thought for a moment, walked up to the so-called "descendant of the creator" NPC, and said, "Offended." ”

In the next instant, he pierced the NPC's eye socket with the metal dagger in his hand!

There was no blood coming out of the NPC's eyes, but an arc of electricity!

It's not a human NPC, it's a constructor!

The players present were in a trance for a moment, and at the same time thought of the truth behind this.

From beginning to end, all their "struggles" are nothing more than a game, a game carried out by some existence hidden behind the apocalypse of the gray tide!

And the participants in these games, including all the human survivors, are just dolls that exist behind the scenes.

In the next moment, the "descendants of the creator" melted and flowed like mercury, and the flowers, trees, and soil on the ground all turned into the color of the gray tide, surging and surging, and quickly gathering together!

The whole world seems to have turned into a sea of gray tides!

Immediately after, thousands of dormant pods rose from the rising tide of ash.

One by one, the dormant pods opened, and the players who had just been wiped out and resurrected came out of the hibernation pods with dazed expressions.

Li Tongchen looked at the head of the gray tide and said with a little excitement:

"Commander, here it is."

There, a hooded teenager takes shape.