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Chapter 27 Support is coming
"Look, the Guide has issued a mission, calling on all players to come to the rescue."

The turtle handed the datapad to several of his companions.

"Participating in the rescue will earn you 5000 contribution points. Saving a citizen of the Empire will earn you an additional 20-100 contribution points."

"Oh my goodness, this is a big deal, Master Guide."

Jujiro did the math.

In addition to the rewards for rescue missions, rewards for killing enemies must also be calculated.

This task will cost at least millions of contribution points.

"War is a waste of money." The war commander on the side agreed with Jujiro's words.

This was just a small-scale rescue operation.

If a large-scale battle like the one in the Warhammer world breaks out.

Wouldn't that mean trillions of contribution points would have to be spent at once?

"Should we break in and take a look?" Wrist Guy suggested, "and talk to the people inside."

Jujiro quickly shook his head. "No, I owed nearly a million contribution points for this equipment. If I die, it will be a huge loss."

"Let's wait and see what happens, and wait for the Guide to bring people over."

The turtles tend to agree with Jujiro's opinion.

The sensory prosthetics he's wearing aren't cheap either.

Suddenly, fierce fighting broke out in the passage leading from B-13Y area to B-14Y area.

A Chimera infantry fighting vehicle rumbled out along the metal passage.

The Chimera is the most common transport vehicle in the Imperial Army.

It is popular because of its durability and easy maintenance.

The laser array on top of the Chimera continued to fire, clearing away the plague zombies that were trying to approach.

Behind the infantry fighting vehicle followed dozens of soldiers holding laser guns.

They are well-trained, have accurate marksmanship, and are also excellent in close combat.

After a while, a path was cleared through the tide of zombies.

More soldiers rushed out along the passage,
Build simple fortifications along the way and form a defense line.

"The coordination between the infantry and tanks is excellent. They appear to be a well-trained army."

The Warmaster surveyed the battle in the distance and praised it.

A group of civilians poured out of the B-14Y area after the army established a simple defense line.

"They're trying to break out," the Warmaster frowned. "Damn it! Wait a little longer! Our reinforcements will be here soon."

"They don't know we will support them," said the Turtle.

"Now the B-13Y and B-15Y areas are blocked, and the plague zombies are increasing in number."

"Any normal person would choose to force their way out. Otherwise, being stuck in the B-14Y area would be a dead end."

Seeing the false emperor's minions trying to break out, Nurgle's Blessed One roared.

Drive the shambling Plague Zombies over.

The intention was to prevent a breakout by sheer numbers.

The cultists also mixed in with the plague zombies, shooting at the imperial soldiers and throwing incendiary bombs and grenades.

what!what!
The Molotov cocktail exploded next to the two soldiers.

They turned into fireballs in an instant and screamed in pain.

The gunman on top of the Chimera fired at the cultists in the tide of zombies.

But the enemies were too numerous and were hiding behind the tide of corpses, making them difficult to detect.

Suddenly, two cultists rushed out holding explosives.

"They are fanatics. Shoot them quickly and don't let them get close."

The imperial soldiers behind the bunker shouted in fear and ordered their companions to focus their fire on the two cultists.

The cultists were instantly turned into a hornet's nest.

But the explosive packs were still thrown near the defense line.

boom!
The horrific explosion blew several nearby soldiers into pieces on the spot.

Broken entrails were scattered everywhere.

Plague zombies poured in through the blasted gap.

Overwhelming the evacuating civilians, gnawing at their flesh.

The other civilians were terrified when they saw this scene and screamed.

The originally orderly team became chaotic.

"In the name of the Emperor, Mother, I come."

A soldier who was knocked down shouted, and he detonated a grenade, dying together with a dozen plague zombies.

"If it were just the army, breaking out wouldn't be difficult. But if they were to escort civilians, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to break out."

The Warmaster frowned, feeling sorry for the Imperial soldiers who sacrificed themselves to buy time for the civilians to break out.

"I can't bear to watch this anymore." The twisted man turned his head away.

"Damn, this game's idiot planner, is he going to make all the NPC plots like this?"

Witnessing the tragic and real battlefield, Jujiro's heart became extremely tormented.

The NPCs and plots of Warhammer OL are unique.

When an NPC dies, it's dead.

If you miss the plot, you miss it, there is no chance to regret.

"We shouldn't just focus on leveling up." The Warmaster looked at his teammates.

"Life has made us forget the original purpose of playing games. All that remains is leveling up, getting equipment, and competing."

“Games should be a world that allows us to choose different lives and fulfill dreams that reality cannot fulfill.”

"Now I finally understand why Warhammer Online designs every NPC and every event to be unique."

"Perhaps this game wants us to truly experience another kind of life, rather than simply leveling up and getting equipment."

"Perhaps one day, we will become very strong in this game. But we will think of this day countless times, of our cowardice, of letting a group of innocent people die tragically in front of us."

"The choice is still in our hands. Should we rush out and fight bravely for them, or stay here cowardly, waiting for the remorse and regret in the future?"

The Warmaster's words made several players' eyes red.

"That's right. This game shouldn't just be about leveling up and getting equipment. We should treat it as another life." The turtle nodded. "I choose to fight."

"Count me in."

"Hehe, even if I die, I'll only be burdened with a few hundred thousand in debt. What are you afraid of? Let's go for it."

The Warmaster looked at Jujiro, "What about you, my brother?"

"It's a shame you don't give speeches in taverns with your eloquence."

Jujiro stood up, and seven ether fragments condensed into ice crystals appeared in his hands.

"Then get started. I'll be responsible for sniping the Plagueblesser and drawing the fire."

"Then we will rush over with all our strength and tell them that support will be here soon. Let them hold on and wait for help to reduce casualties." The Warmaster adjusted the power of the laser gun to maximum.

He pointed his gun at the Blessed by Nurgle in the distance and held his breath.

"Holy Emperor, for the sake of your people, protect us."

With a prayer, the trigger was pulled.

The laser cut through the air, making a sharp sound.

The hit Blessed of Nurgle roared in pain.

The surging tide of zombies also fell into chaos.

"For honor, for the Emperor."

Jujiro shouted, waving his hands.

Seven ether fragments drew graceful arcs in the air.

Instantly pierced through the cultists and plague zombies in front of them.

Let them fall like weeds before a sickle.

"Rush over."

the Warmaster yelled.

"Let's go on a killing spree."

Mantis knives popped out from the twisted man's hands.

He jumped down from the pipe and instantly split a plague zombie in half.

He turned around and swung his sword, cutting the other zombie in half.

Others held guns and fired.

The five men worked closely together and charged into the enemy tide like spearheads.

The Chimera in the distance noticed the movements of the five-man team.

Two small Hell missiles were fired from the rear of the infantry fighting vehicle.

It trailed a trail of flame and landed in the direction the five people were heading.

With the explosion, hordes of plague zombies were blown to pieces, clearing the way.

The five-man team successfully reunited with the besieged imperial forces.

Captain Aying, commander of the 101st Light Infantry Regiment of Atoma, examined the men in front of him.

"who are you?"

The Warmaster gave the other man the Skyhawk Salute. "I am the Chief of Arms of the Imperial Glory, and the Chosen One of the Great God-Emperor."

"I'm here to tell you that our team will be here to support you soon."

"You don't need to rush to break out, to avoid unnecessary casualties."

"Imperial Glory? Support?" Captain Ainge looked skeptical. "Are you from the Imperial Navy?"

"You could say that," the Warmaster nodded. "Let's retreat first. Our men will be here soon."

Captain Aying looked at the people in front of him, then at the soldiers and civilians next to him.

There are more and more plague zombies, and the civilians are terrified.

If they break out by force, it would be considered good if one third of the people can survive.

"Okay, I'll listen to you this time." Captain Ainge ordered the non-commissioned officer next to him, "Retreat to the B-14Y area."

Under the cover of the Chimera troop carrier, the team successfully retreated and built a defense line to resist the tide of zombies.

When they walked into the B-14Y area, the players found many injured civilians and soldiers lying on the ground, and they felt relieved.

If they had not appeared in time, Captain Aying would most likely have abandoned the wounded.

Of course, they are not condemning this behavior.

Ayinge had no idea that support would come.

In the other party's cognition, the Lecard Space Station fell, the Empire's loyalists were killed or injured, and only the enemy was left.

When isolated and helpless, necessary cruelty can keep more people alive.

There were two hundred soldiers, two Chimeras, and over a thousand civilians in the B-14Y area.

Civilians huddled in groups of three or five, crying or praying.

When Jujiro and other players pass by, the civilians will look at them with fear and expectation.

They all knew that these people had broken in from outside.

Soon, more support will come to rescue them.

"Is it necessary to be so realistic?" The twisted man lowered his voice and said, "These people's eyes give me a feeling of overflowing despair. I can't stand it."

"Stop talking." The War Marshal could also feel it, which made him feel inexplicably heavy.

"We will be rescued soon. Support will arrive. You must try to cheer up."

Ayinge kept repeating this to the people along the way to reassure them and try to boost their morale.

"Hold on, Gump. You're going to be okay. Help's coming soon. Just hold on."

A voice full of pain came.

The player team followed Captain Aying over.

Several soldiers were found surrounding a young soldier on a stretcher.

The young soldier's chest was torn open and bright red blood gushed out, unable to be stopped.

"Captain Aying." The young soldier saw Captain Aying and extended his hand to him.

"Private, Ganfu." Aying crouched down and shook the young soldier's hand.

"My performance should be considered brave, right? Can I enter the realm of the God-Emperor?"

"I'm so scared. I seem to hear the screams of those monsters. They want to eat me."

The young soldier was coughing up blood as he spoke.

"No, Ganfu, you are very brave," Aying said. "The God-Emperor is proud of you. You have fulfilled your duty. He will kiss your forehead and hold you in his arms. Those monsters cannot harm you."

The captain's words made the young soldier smile.

Then he died.

This scene made the five players in the team feel upset.

This is the Warhammer-style despair and helplessness.

boom! boom! boom!
There was an explosion.

A soldier came running over.

"Captain, there are friendly troops approaching outside."

Aying's face was excited, and he looked at the player team, "Is it your people?"

"Yes." The Warmaster nodded.

"Move out immediately and support the friendly forces." Aying ordered the soldiers.

PS: Battle Sister: I don’t accept it. Why didn’t you choose me?

(End of this chapter)