Ending's nest is the capital of the world.

Tishtec's nest capital, the upper nest area.

Hux and his teammates were still running in panic. Due to the combat effectiveness displayed in previous battles that was completely different from that of ordinary human soldiers, the Samsara squad attracted the attention of a small orc leader. While capturing the entire nest city, Greenskin also set aside a special force to pursue them, which made the reincarnators miserable.

The reincarnators run on their legs, trying to use the complex three-dimensional terrain of the city to evade the orc pursuers. Fortunately, these orcs are not equipped with any fast vehicles, and after entering the city, they seem to be lost in the intricate passages and structures of the nest, and they have not caught the reincarnators for the time being.

The reincarnators of the perfect human should actually be glad that the orcs chasing them are not snake bite clans, otherwise the Scroog Hound with a keen sense of smell and the Scroog War Pig with a nimble sense of smell could find them in a matter of minutes.

But the reincarnators soon discovered that something was wrong.

These vicious orcs, painted blue on their faces, guns, shoulders, and thick arms, seem to have an unusual love for "raiding". As soon as they entered the nest, they began to loot on a large scale, obviously sitting on an armed satellite, but as if they had never seen the world, they scraped the ground and refused to let go of a screw. With such a meticulous and intensive search, the places where reincarnators can hide are being compressed little by little.

There is no way to hide, there is no way to avoid it.

They began to try to use some special methods to stop the orcs, and the reincarnators first released several highly transmissible and infectious virus aerosol preparations, only to find that the orcs were completely immune to these viruses - this result was also expected by the players, after all, this is another alien race in another universe. If they'd dissected the orcs as deeply as Master Quintor did, they'd see the fungal-like gene strand wrapped around the double helix of the orc genes.

Confirming that the Orcs could not be infected by the viruses in the Resident Evil universe in a short period of time, the players of Perfect Humanity began to use some more vicious and unscrupulous methods: many human civilians were trapped in the nest because they did not have time to evacuate, and the reincarnators dropped viruses into these densely populated areas of civilians, especially the most mutated C virus and G virus, artificially creating a large number of mutant zombies, in an attempt to use these zombies to delay and block the orcs.

It does have some effect.

C virus and G virus can be said to be the two viruses with the highest mutation intensity, and after infecting humans, they can produce various zombies with different functions and strange shapes. The orcs had never seen any of these things, and they had suffered some losses in a moment of carelessness. But the reincarnators of the perfect human race overlook one thing:

It's an interstellar war.

Instead of using the gravity storm to completely destroy the nest, the Battle Moon sent a landing force, apparently imperative to the planet's resources. And after losing the most powerful weapon of "infection", in the face of the endless green tide, the claws, elytra, carapace and tentacles mutated by the zombies could not pose much threat to the heavily armed orcs.

The most tricky thing about Resident Evil is the invisible attacks of viruses and bacteria at the microscopic level, and the most powerful zombies can't defeat the modern human army in a head-to-head duel, not to mention the Orc orcs, who were once the top of the three evils of the galaxy, and the Orc army quickly crushed and smashed these zombies.

Filthy scraps of minced meat were left behind.

Desperation is creeping up in the hearts of players.

For players who have more than one reincarnation life.

Far more desperate than death are:

The reincarnation camp they belong to is Orcs!

The reincarnation team of Perfect Humans had just descended on the Warhammer 40K universe when they were prompted to be assigned to the "Beast Camp". Although they hate the harsh environment in the world of the nest, they actually had a very good life in the beginning - the reincarnators can earn assimilation points by assassinating any of the Planetary Defense Force soldiers. The emptiness of the Tistec Nest is now broken by the orcs with a single blow, and it may have something to do with the secret destruction of the reincarnators in the past few months.

But now, in the depths of the mind of the successful killing of the orcs, there is a prompt sound of "deducting assimilation points" in the reincarnation world, and the reincarnators understand that even if they die in battle now, they should not think about earning back the assimilation points lost in this reincarnation.

At this time, in an inconspicuous spire in the upper area of the nest capital, the reincarnators crowded into this small space, looking at the green-skinned orcs moving quickly on the street below, as well as those fart spirits carrying packages, and whispered:

"We should find a way to join them, we are still in the beast camp after all, so even if we are lucky enough not to be discovered by them, we will still lose a blood in this reincarnation."

A reincarnation whispered.

"Don't you want to me?"

Another reincarnation lowered his voice and cursed:

"Questions: These green-skinned crumbs don't communicate with you at all, and a mouth will only 'waaagh' and 'waaagh', just like a group of mentally retarded people who have no brains and only muscles."

"Then what are we going to do, wait for death?"

The reincarnation reluctantly asked.

"Wait......"

Hux interrupted his companions' argument by suddenly speaking, and he raised his hand to a block in the distance:

"Look over there, what's that?"

Everyone's eyes followed the direction of their fingers.

Their visual apparatus was not as strengthened as the Space Marines, so they had to squint their eyes and look far away to barely see what was happening in that dark neighborhood:

A group of human men and women knelt on the side of the street with their heads in their hands, and a bald orc with a thick and fat door panel in his hand walked casually past the kneeling crowd with a leather whip in his hand. It was surrounded by a group of bouncing green humanoid mobs, all of which had iron rings and chains around their necks—fart spirits, the reincarnation of which the reincarnation had seen.

The farts were baring their teeth and snarling and screaming at the crowd, but what about the fat orc? It was looking at the humans with the eyes of a selection of livestock. It seems to be a snot keeper who can sift through the old and sick in the crowd with a vicious gaze, and after ordering his green-skinned boys to execute those unfit humans, leaving only young and strong men and women, and his farts go forward to handcuff and shackle these humans.

"They're capturing slaves!"

A reincarnation reacted.

"And what do you mean?"

The other reincarnation looked at Hux.

"That's right, we surrender."

Hux nodded with a calm face.

"It seems like the only way to go."

The reincarnation lowered his head and groaned.

"It's a good idea, pretend to surrender, maybe we can get into that armed satellite, and then we can do it...... That's not like a fish in water, hehe. ”

The more a reincarnation thinks, the more reasonable it becomes.

So the reincarnators left the minaret, raised their hands and lined up in a row, and slowly walked towards the snot keeper. Sure enough, unlike the other orcs, the tall, fat orc stopped his men who wanted to shoot. His little yellow bulging eyes shone with a sly glint as he stared at the group of humans walking with their hands raised—all of them good material for the job. The fat orc waved the leather whip in his hand and threw a thunderous whip in the air, grinning his fangs and mouthing, and said:

"Human ...... Get down on your knees ......"

He could even speak a low Gothic word or two.

Samsara kneels on the ground as required.

This dignity is nothing compared to assimilation points.

The fat orc gestured.

A group of ass immediately rushed forward.

Tear the players' clothes and check their weapons.

The reincarnators were relegated to the ranks of slaves.

There was a hiccup in the meantime.

Hux's burqa was torn off, revealing his muscular, muscular, muscular body, and iron-gray nerve interfaces embedded in his skin. Seeing this, a few of the surrounding fart spirits were startled, and they turned around and fled with a scream. It also caught the attention of the gun-wielding greenskins around him, who turned their guns to Harks who was kneeling on the ground with his hands raised.

Until it was confirmed that the man did not have any weapons.

And still kneeling on the ground with his hands raised.

There was quite a commotion among the orcs.

Hux's presence even aroused the great interest of an orc leader, who rushed back from other battlefields to look at the tall reformed warrior who was bound, and his bloodshot eyes burst with excitement.

"Ahh This... Tower...... Special? ”

It speaks in an unproficient low Gothic language.

In the past thousand years of human history, since the birth of the humanoid weapon of the Space Marine, there has never been a time when a Space Marine, on its own initiative, went to the Orc Orc...... No, there is a precedent for initiating surrender to any alien race.

It's just too rare.

You must know that even the Chaos Space Marines will not be weaker than the loyal Space Marines in their hatred and hatred of the aliens. Chaos Space Marines will not surrender to the Aliens, and most of the Chaos Warbands do not allow the Alien races to appear on their territory. This is the consensus of the galactic races.

Hux had not been trained as a Space Marine, and he wondered why the orcs were so surprised at their surrender. But for some reason, it was clear that he had made this decision on his own, and when he knelt on the ground and raised his hands towards the group of greenskins, an extremely strong hatred and shame suddenly appeared in his heart. The feeling of shame spread in his heart like a figurative pain, biting at the thoughts of his head with all his might.

Hux suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

Some regret making this decision.

"Smack!"

The whip was whipped his back.

The scorching pain irritated his nerves.

Hux jerked his head back.

Met the fat orc's cold, cruel and curious little yellow eyes—the other party was testing his reaction to see if he wouldn't resist when he was whipped.

Hux took a deep breath.

suppressed the strong urge in my heart.

Turn your head back and continue to walk forward.

No longer look at the stunned, angry, puzzled, and desperate gazes of the human slaves around you.

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