Battleship Ruthless.

The lower deck, which was originally filled with Chaos believers, now only a faint smell of blood wafted through the air.

There is currently not a single living person on the lower deck, and all lighting is turned off.

So when the players appear, they are on high alert, and people with night vision or night vision equipment are not afraid.

Players who don't have night vision immediately panicked, and in the darkness where they couldn't see their fingers, these players immediately found something that could be illuminated on their bodies.

With the action packs of these players, the originally dead space suddenly had some voices of unknown meaning.

"Squeak~~~ Click!"

The door of the ship slave's dormitory is basically unmaintained, and in an unusually quiet environment, the screeching sound made when opening the door will be infinitely amplified.

The player who opened the door was apparently aware of this situation, and immediately stopped all action as soon as the door opened.

Armstrong, who was in a straight suit, had an ugly face, and because he was thinking about something just now, he didn't pay attention to the harsh sound when he opened the door for a while.

As soon as the door opened, Armstrong dodged into his dorm room, even though he knew it wasn't a wise choice.

Armstrong cursed in his heart: "Damn it! ”

He entered the mission world, and after watching the mission, he realized what world he had come to.

In the chilling world of Warhammer 40K, he remembered that when he was performing the game mission [Zombie Supreme] world before, he met a player from the Warhammer 40K world.

Although he tried to rob the player, not only did he not succeed, but he was beaten up, but after telling the player something about Warhammer World, the player did not kill him, but let him go.

It's really not like the people of Warhammer World.

Originally, he still felt pitiful for that player, but he didn't expect that now it was his turn to be pitiful.

Armstrong had limited knowledge of Warhammer 40K, but after the robbery failed and he was beaten, he inquired about Warhammer World for a while.

After entering the mission world, he was automatically assigned to the [Emperor Camp] by the system, and combined with the information he knew, he quickly analyzed the plot of this mission [Nukelia Survival Battle].

"Damn the 30K period, damn the Horus rebellion, damn it, damn it...... Is this a mission I can come to? ”

It was because of the analysis of the plot that Armstrong was so angry.

As far as he knew, the great battle that took place in Nukelia was a war between three legions, three primitives.

In this war, the Devourers of Angron will slaughter the entire planet of Nukelia.

Kiriman came to take revenge, and after a fight with Luojia, he was cut into the ICU by Angron, who rushed to kill.

If it weren't for the Ultramarines' Primordial Guards, who desperately saved the car under Angelon's axe, regardless of casualties, Killiman would have almost returned to the Golden Throne.

Then Angron was presented to the Sadist by Luojia and ascended to become the Prince of the Sadistic Demons.

Although I have never seen a Space Marine or the Original, many players know that the high-tech world is very dangerous.

The high-tech world is different from all kinds of magical worlds, in the high-tech world, even a small soldier can master powerful weapons through technology.

In other magical worlds, if you want to use powerful equipment, you need to pay a lot of money, or you can use it with preconditions.

The high-tech world is different, just like the Warhammer 40K world, the space marines wearing power armor use powerful weapons, and the key is that there are more of them.

According to Armstrong's understanding, if the world of Warhammer 40K turns its face, the entire planet will be destroyed for you.

That's what it really looks like.

Moreover, there are the four gods of the subspace who are rules and gods, and they are especially evil gods, and there is the fifth evil god dormant in the real universe, Lao E.

"I'm definitely not going to Nukaria!" Armstrong shouted viciously in his heart.

In the dark deck corridor, there was suddenly a dazzling light, and I don't know who used the lighting equipment so openly.

"Come out! I looked, and there was no one else here except us players. ”

The sound of voice in the hallway made Armstrong not know whether to trust the people outside for a moment.

As a closed beta player, it's almost instinctive not to trust other people.

"Wow! Brother, do you use Harry Potter magic? ”

Someone talking to someone quickly appeared outside the door, which was not surprising to Armstrong, after all, after the open beta, there were quite a few open beta players who came in.

Armstrong tilted his head, this person who spoke, listening to the accent should be black.

With someone to start, soon other players came out to talk, and it didn't take long for the corridor to be a little bustling.

Seeing this, Armstrong also walked out of the dormitory.

Outside the hallway, a dozen or so players dressed in different costumes gathered in an open space, but they were scattered from each other.

The light source comes from an Asian man in a suit who holds a wand from the world of Harry Potter in his hand.

Next to this man was a black man, who was doing some street gestures with his hands very "hip-hop", and he didn't know what he was gesturing.

When Armstrong saw the current appearance of the black man, he frowned and glanced at it, no longer paying too much attention to the black man, but the disgust for the black man in his eyes was not concealed at all.

It's just that he just came out quietly, and he hasn't walked to the brightly lit area, so few people pay attention to him.

But when he appeared, the Asian with the wand in his hand saw Armstrong and smiled at him in a friendly manner.

Armstrong grinned and nodded at the man.

After waiting for a while, two more came one after another, and no one else came out, the Asian took a candle, extinguished the magic on the wand, and lit the candle.

Of course, the brightness of the candle can't be compared to the lighting magic, but fortunately, no one cares about the dozen or so people at the scene.

"Does anyone know where this is? I'm an open beta player and don't have a lot of experience. A tall, but convex and sensual white female player raised her hand and asked.

"This should be an underground facility, or some kind of factory." The black gamer, who was very hip-hop, immediately replied, licking his lips and winking at the female player as he spoke.

A white female gamer may be a black person who feels very "hip-hop" and is cool, looking at a black man with a very interested and adoring look.

Armstrong glanced at the white female player, then at the black man, and frowned: "This is the Warhammer 40K world, this should be the nest capital of a certain planet......"

Armstrong explained his analysis, and as he began to explain, the white female gamer immediately looked away and looked at Armstrong with the same adoring eyes.

Although there was no substantive action, just the eyes of the white female gamer made Armstrong can't help but say a lot.

It's not just the white female gamers who are listening carefully, most of the other players are listening carefully to Armstrong's introduction.

One of the white female players came to Armstrong's side unknowingly when Armstrong was explaining, and the two sides got closer, and Armstrong found that this woman was very tall.

Armstrong is one meter eight meters tall, and this white female gamer is one section taller than him, estimated to be almost one meter nine.

Probably noticing Armstrong's gaze, the white female player stopped in place and did not continue to approach Armstrong, but just looked at him with a smile on her face, her eyes adoring.

As Armstrong explains Warhammer World, white female gamers will ask questions from time to time.

As long as Armstrong knew about these issues, he boldly explained them one by one without concealing them in the slightest.

And during the explanation, Armstrong repeatedly emphasized the vastness of the Warhammer 40K world and how long the timeline lasts.

So, when the white female gamer asked about the mission: Nucailla Survival War.

Armstrong shook his head regretfully and said: "I know more about the plot after 40K, this Warhammer world should still be in the 30K Horus Rebellion, I really don't know." ”

Everyone else had regretful expressions on their faces, only the Asian with the wand looked at Armstrong with a slight frown, and the expression on his face did not change much.

Seeing that the explanation was almost over, Armstrong walked up to the sexy white female gamer and greeted, "Meet me, I'm Armstrong." ”

"Thank you, Armstrong, rookie players like me know too little about the game of reincarnation, and if it weren't for Ling's introduction, I might have died in this dangerous world, by the way, I'm Nicole." Nicole looked at Armstrong adoringly.

On the other side, the black man who had been coveting Nicole shook an exaggerated lame step and walked towards Nicole with a swagger: "Wow! You're Nicole, I'm, we're so close, yay! Listen, you can call me Big Daddy, my name is a genuine product that has been certified by many women in the neighborhood, do you want to know? ”

"If you want to know, tell me, Big Daddy lives up to his name,!"

The black man's exaggerated lameness and undisguised harassment made Armstrong instantly furious.

He was talking to Nicole, and this black man actually ignored him directly and came to harass the woman he fancied, as long as it was a man, he couldn't bear it, let alone a player with extraordinary abilities?

Armstrong clenched his fists and stared coldly at the black man, being ignored in front of the beautiful woman, it was easy to irritate the man.

There are a lot of such cases in street fights.

So Armstrong didn't wait for Nicole to speak, and his body was already in front of the black man who was shaking and limping.

"Be polite to the lady, didn't your parents teach you?"

Who knew that as soon as this sentence came out, the black man stopped his limp-like courtship and said directly: "Marzhefak!" Are you laughing at me for not having a father? Yes? Look me in the eye and speak,? ”

At the same time, the black man directly took out two pistols and pointed them at Armstrong.

Armstrong clearly saw that this beast actually took out two special meow M500 revolvers, which were the most powerful pistols in production.

The bullets of this gun are like small shells, hitting the flesh and exploding wherever they hit.

So when Armstrong saw clearly what kind of gun the black man was holding, his hairs stood on end, and his body instinctively ran away.

His body could not withstand the attack of this weapon, and if he was shot in the chest and abdomen, he could be directly declared dead.

The black man did not shoot because the candlelight was not very bright, and looking at his triumphant expression, pulling out the gun was more like a scary, and his purpose was indeed achieved, and he succeeded in scaring Armstrong away.

Instead of fleeing elsewhere, Armstrong went straight to the wand Asians.

When he got closer, Armstrong realized that this person was not completely Asian, but a mixed Eurasian race, but the characteristics of Asians were more obvious.

"Don't you care about that black man? He was harassing the lady. Armstrong said angrily.

At this time, the black man took the two M500s in his hands, jumped with a limp, and kept getting closer to Nicole, but Nicole didn't have the slightest intention of dodging, but looked at the black man curiously and smiled.

As if the black man's lame step really attracted her, her expression was quite interested, which was why the black man danced so hard.

The half-blood magician glanced at the two of them, then looked at Armstrong strangely, and asked in an incomprehensible tone, "Why should I care about this kind of thing?" I'm not his boss, what are you looking for me? We're just temporary huddlers for warmth, and we're not friends or relatives. ”

While saying this, the half-blood mage also looked Armstrong up and down, frowned, and said, "Why don't you care?" You should be a closed beta player! Don't tell me two guns scare you, you won't be able to deal with an open beta player who doesn't have much ability? ”

"I'm just ......" Armstrong just wanted to quibble,

The small lights on both sides of the corridor and the lights on the top suddenly all turned on, and the half-blood mage reacted quickly, and his body disappeared into the void with a curl.

Although he was impressed by the magician's quick reaction, Armstrong was not slow, and his body flashed, causing a gust of wind and disappearing.

Experienced players quickly went into hiding, and after a while, only the dancing blacks were left in place.

He looked left and right in a daze, and for a while he didn't know where to run, which was completely impossible before, and he hid quickly when he bought it for zero yuan.

It may be that the attention just now is on the sexy beauty Nicole, and the blood of black people is concentrated in one place, which reduces the blood supply to the brain, so that it becomes sluggish.

After a few swings from side to side, the black man scratched his head in a hurry, but he did not put down the pistol in his hand, so the cold barrel of the M500 pressed against the black man's head.

The black man was stunned for a moment, put the two pistols in front of his eyes, and at this moment, the IQ seemed to occupy the high ground, and he immediately calmed down.

"Why should I run when I have a gun?" The black man muttered to himself.

So instead of hiding, he turned around and leaned against the corner and secretly looked into the hallway.

Heavy footsteps were already ringing in one direction of the hallway.

These footsteps sounded like someone was smashing the metal ground under their feet with a hammer, according to what Armstrong said just now, this is the nest capital, so it should be the defense force of the nest capital.

Under Armstrong's explanation, the defense forces of the nest capital are a group of local forces at the lowest level in the Warhammer world.

Blacks automatically understood the Defence Force as tribal warlords in Africa, and the kind of armed forces that relied on faith to shoot were of little use in such narrow corridors.

The black gunman who participated in the gang fight, according to his experience, this kind of terrain, the attacking side is at a disadvantage, and he still has a hiding place on his side, and the advantage is him.

"Knock, knock, knock, knock......"

A series of heavy footsteps, judging by the blacks, should have come quite a lot, at least a dozen people.

It's just that he doesn't understand, why are these people's footsteps so heavy?

Do they walk with their feet stamped?

Before the black gunman in ambush could think about it, he heard a woman's crisp voice shouting: "There are cameras here, your every move can be seen by the command, come out!" My name is Zhou Yuzhu, and my identity is the same as yours, I have no malicious intent, what can I say to me, I am the master here...... Aides. ”

When Zhou Yuzhu shouted, the heavy footsteps also stopped.

The black gunman looked left and right, scratched his head again with the gun, and cautiously replied, "Where's the camera?" Why didn't I see it? ”

There aren't many accessories in the hallway, and it is true that there are no cameras.

"This is not the world you are familiar with, this is on a battleship, a very advanced battleship!" Zhou Yuzhu said speechlessly.

(End of chapter)