Stop it Cybermen, it's full of gamers

Smoke was everywhere and the sky was dark.

The sun shines through the dark clouds, casting shadows.

Players who are missing arms or legs should find a place to sit down and wait for their limbs to grow back.

"Boy, my hands grow faster than yours!"

"I don't believe it unless you let me squeeze it!"

"Go, go, go! It has just grown and is still tender!"

After the excitement has passed, many new players are trembling with excitement from the mosaic-covered battlefield.

Seeing old players chatting while basking in the sun while waiting for their limbs to grow; this magical scene shocked their little hearts.

Many new players find it unbearable and are forced offline by the game cabin protection system.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, these new players are not very good, they just collapsed in a small scene!"

"Who killed a gangster with one shot when he first came here, and was so scared that he didn't dare go online for two days?"

"Dirty history, right? Who posted it on the wall of air and showed a crazy expression to every beautiful woman in the red light district?"

"Huh? Our friendship is over!"

Two players grappled with each other.

Behind them, the Crooked Ares airship slowly landed.

"Are there any live Ender workers?" Xiaodai started to call people, "Remove the joints and move them to the airship deck!"

The players started their serious work.

If you ignore the fact that they are carrying the living body of the Ender Worker and digging out its flesh to eat, they are still working very hard.

"Smells, it smells really good!"

The smoker threw himself on the carapace of the Enderworm, stuck his nose into the cracks of the carapace and smelled the cooked tender meat inside.

The crystal white and tender shredded meat has its own special flavor.

He took off a piece of cooked meat and put it in his mouth.

It's like crab, but sweeter and full of juice. When you take a bite, you feel like your whole body's pores are opening.

"Smoke Ghost," Brother Zhu Jun closed his eyes, "It's so wonderful. It's more delicious than ordinary Ander Worker Insects. Are their dominance levels divided according to the degree of deliciousness?"

The smoker licked the corner of his mouth with his tongue.

He said: "Brothers, according to my experience, this female insect must have something good like crab paste."

Brother Zhujun nodded heavily.

They helped each other and climbed onto the Andermother's head.

The smoker asked: "Brothers, what do you think?"

"We have to be careful when cutting open the shell," Brother Zhu Jun rubbed his hands like flies, "We can't use explosives to avoid contaminating the delicious crab paste."

The smoker smiled and nodded, "I think so too."

"Hiss." A weak voice sounded.

"It's still alive!" Smoker jumped up in fright, "Watch me kill it!"

The Andermother opened her eyes, and her eyes lost all energy.

It was seriously injured and originally wanted to pretend to be dead and get away with it, but humans wanted to dig out its shell and kill it, even if they ate its cooked meat.

Pretending to be dead is no longer useful.

The Andermother let out a faint cry.

Die, let it die with its eyes open!

Brother Zhu Jun stopped the smoker and said, "Live meat is more delicious than dead meat. If you keep it alive, we will have a steady supply of good meat after we give birth, right?"

The smoker put away the rocket launcher: "Brothers, you still have far-reaching vision."

Brother Zhu Jun smiled and said, "Smoking Man, you are the one who brought me out." Under the desperate eyes of Ander, the two of them began to talk to each other about business as if no one else was watching.

Carrying the Endermother onto the Crooked Ares airship is an extremely difficult task.

It was too injured to move.

The players finally decided to use the rolling log method and used thousands of people to push it onto the airship.

Crunch!

There was a big hole in the airship's deck.

The original design of the Crooked Ares airship was used by Giant Spirit City to carry light supplies, but it never thought of transporting behemoths like the Endermother.

The pilots in the cockpit howled.

They found the cute man and cried: "Boss, please take care of it! This airship is designed for 300 people, with a full load of 500 people. It can seat 650 people in an emergency. But you people from the Flying Potato God Cult , completely ignored! For the first 1000 people, we just thought about it and let it go; then for the 2000 people, we couldn't bear it anymore and ended up getting beaten up; 3000 people, 4000 people, 5000 people, 5000 people and more! Boss, we While driving the airship, I was worried that it would suddenly fail and fall from the sky!"

Mengnan, led by the pilots, observed the inside of the Crooked Ares.

As they said, the airship traveled a long distance in a severely overloaded state and required major repairs in both the power compartment and elsewhere.

The man on the boat has a crooked face, which should only be turned on when necessary; but the crooked face mode is turned on all the time when it is carrying the player.

Because if the overload is not turned on, the airship will really fall from the sky!
"Boss, when we go back this time, it's already overloaded with just these bugs. How about we just install a few more breeders?"

The drivers looked at the cute man eagerly.

The plane crashed due to an overload of ingredients while transporting food into the corrupted wasteland. If this incident had really happened, it would have made it onto the annual funny rankings of Djinn City!
"Okay, I will tell you." Mengnan agreed.

Players only have one large flying vehicle, so don't let it be scrapped due to such a speechless thing.

"I want to take an airship! I want to take an airship!"

"I want to play with a parachute!"

"I want to observe the expression of the Ender Worker and eat its meat at the same time!"

"Yoshi! You're quite a pervert."

The players cursed and stepped off the Crooked Ares airship.

The light black smoke gradually dispersed in the dust.

Compared to the unscrupulous players, the atmosphere among mutants is much duller.

Their death is real death,

Missing arms and legs are also permanent and can only be replaced with suitable prosthetics.

The mutant hunter fell to the ground, his face pale.

Purple skin appears darker.

His chest was still heaving, and he was still panting.

He is still alive.

"Are you okay?" Brother Wolf squatted down next to him, "Your complexion is not much better than the mutant corpses here."

The old hunter's mind was still clear: "I can't die. But I have to lie down for at least a month."

"Brother Wolf, let me do it." Sister Nerve activated the medical prosthetic body of the prosthetic doctor and conducted a comprehensive examination of the mutant hunter.

She looked at the test results on the prosthetic instrument with disbelief on her face: "What kind of medical miracle? The blood in your body is almost gone! But you are still alive and your consciousness is still clear! I can write ten articles about your situation. A paper with a high factor!”

"What's your blood type? Forget it, here are some uninjured mutants! We need your blood here!" Sister Nervous yelled while complaining, "If I really submitted a paper on mutants in reality, I don’t know what the review team will think.”

The mutant hunter listened to the nervous sister's thoughts, and the tense string in his heart gradually relaxed.

He fell into a coma.

"He fainted! Come here, I need to compare the blood types! Give him a blood transfusion! What blood type do mutants have? How do I know this! Senior brother, senior sister, boss, big boss, how can I shake you here in this world? !”

The crazy girl screamed frantically. (End of chapter)