Warhammer: Open the door! Human League players!

Chapter 65 Get Out of My Way

[Underground Expedition Chapter Two: The Great Melee]

The long-simmering battle has begun; protect the outpost until the tunnel is breached.

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[Psionic Aura!]

"A battle? Is it that big?"

Upon receiving the system announcement, Bruce looked at the iron cage enveloped in psionic energy. He hadn't expected that his imprisonment would directly trigger the Second Crusade.

The chainsaw sword in his hand emitted strange sparks, a reaction to the compound eye's psionic energy.

"Did you plan this all along?"

The woman with six eyes, like a gecko, clung to the wall. Her eyes had an eerie quality. She said with a hint of pride, "Of course, we have waited too long to deal with you, and too many believers who should have been in the God Emperor's embrace have been sacrificed."

"Your People's Federation's ecological warehouse has desecrated our genes!"

Bruce looked at the strangely shaped figure of the compound-eyed creature. Although it was still humanoid, it resembled an insect, with sharp claws sprouting from its fingers.

"Insects, you're a bunch of insects!"

"We are evolution!"

"Look at you all, do you even resemble human beings?"

"We are the children of God!" the compound-eyed man said proudly.

"A mongrel?"

"You're asking for it!"

"If my mech is here, you're the ones who are asking for death!"

Bruce's mech can unleash a force of up to ten tons.

With all the bonuses and benefits, it's entirely possible to escape.

"We've observed this many times; every time you return, you inevitably carry out repairs on the mechs."

"This is our opportunity."

"We dare not allow a powerful individual to run rampant!"

"The commander and other players are also here; I'm just the strongest one stationed here."

"They are now in a precarious situation themselves."

"You've angered more than just us!"

Bruce was incredulous; were these game NPCs really that intelligent?

How is this kind of thinking any different from that of a real person?

This guy is even more cunning than the average person, isn't he?

"You bitch!"

The battlefield was chaotic, and many survivors began to move closer to the Human Alliance's location, seeking their help.

Among the fleeing survivors, a small group of purple-skinned people appeared; they were all bald and slender.

"Destroy the blasphemy!"

The cultists shouted, "The United People's League is heresy! They caused everything! Charge!"

"Annie!"

"Commander, what should I do!"

"Their target is the bio-vault, which is key to destroying their genes."

"Anyone who gets close to the bio-vault is a heretic."

Annie's face turned cold.

"heresy."

"kill!"

Anne, wielding a laser sword, cleaved a crazed attacker to death with a single blow.

The attacker, now lying on the ground, revealed his true appearance.

Beneath their clothes were sharp claws, like insects, gleaming with a chilling light.

"It's an alien!"

"They are no longer human!"

"Purge these heretics!"

"Anyone who gets close to the bio-vault will be treated as a heretic!"

Hundreds of cult members rushed toward the biological chamber like madmen.

The plan was to launch a surprise attack and catch the base off guard.

Just then, the player general and corporal descended from the sky.

"Is he the commander of the human corps?"

"Do not be afraid, destroy the blasphemous things, for after death we will ascend to the Kingdom of God!"

The player general and corporal wiped the blood off the chainsaw.

"Have they always been this brave?"

"Don't you know we're the commanders of the human resources corps?"

At the feet of the player general and corporal lay hundreds of cultists.

"What did you say? Our raiding squad has been wiped out?" the black-robed bishop shouted incredulously.

"Impossible. We blew up the walls, used the Greenskins, and even cooperated with those cults, all to stall the other captains."

"Yes, a new captain we don't recognize has appeared!"

"Why are there so many captains?"

"How can they be so strong!"

If they were just ordinary soldiers who were rescued, they would not pose much of a threat to the cultists.

Cult members are best at launching surprise attacks from behind.

But the captain wasn't afraid of being ambushed at all.

Their terracotta armor could only have a little paint scraped off by their claws.

"Aren't you the strongest captain?"

"You guys don't think the captain is just a few of us, do you?" Bruce said with a sneer.

"They are not much weaker than me."

The bishop roared in a fit of rage, "Damn it, kill him! Kill him!"

Bruce's vision was somewhat blurred, both due to the abnormal buff from the blasphemous weapon that had pierced his body and the buff from his own injuries.

It's like a smoothly running video suddenly freezing up and turning into a PowerPoint presentation.

As for subsequent mating, Bruce had lost interest.

First, Bruce lost interest as soon as he saw those six eyes. Although he liked beautiful women, he didn't have a penchant for eating insects.

Secondly, there was the shame of being deceived, and the bitterness of knowing that he had died because of a honey trap.

Third, after mating, they will probably die anyway. People infected with the gene virus will completely lose their human identity, and needless to say, they will be executed.

Bruce didn't want to sit idly by and wait for his doom.

"Damn, this game is so realistic."

"Then show me the real thing!"

Holding a chainsaw, he unleashed a violent, ear-piercing sound.

"Arc activation!"

"Psionic Amplification!"

The chainsaw sword unleashed a powerful cutting force.

"You have psionic abilities? Then I'll use psionic abilities to fight psionic abilities!"

Under the unimaginable gaze of the double-eyed man, Bruce sliced open the cage, which was as thick as a bowl.

"It really works!"

"Even the manually developed version of the Human Alliance's technology is more advanced than the technology of these indigenous people!"

"Fire! Fire!"

Bullets from the defending soldiers struck Bruce's externally fractured light armor.

clap clap clap!

The bullets hit the armor and were deflected away.

These outdated weapons, with their bullets, were barely adequate for dealing with the Greenskins.

However, against the player's light armor made of plastic steel, it's practically nothing more than a tickle.

Bruce breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank goodness the shelter's bullets weren't given to them."

They have a partnership with the garrison in the core city of Qianhao. If they were to supply them with bullets, Bruce would be in trouble now.

These bullets caused less damage than the green-skinned soldiers.

Here's something unbelievable: although the green-skinned weapons are just a bunch of scrap metal, they actually have a random armor-piercing attribute.

Dangerous!

boom!

With a loud bang, Bruce dodged the attack.

"An electromagnetic rifle?"

The electromagnetic rifle left a scorching trail in the air.

"How did he dodge it?"

"Sorry, I have an official cheat!"

Even if it's stuck in a PowerPoint presentation, once the campaign mode is activated, various buffs can be significantly enhanced.

"Get him! Don't let him out!"

Fu Mou quickly retreated, directing the cultists to besiege Bruce.

"Exoskeleton, activate!"

These cult members have deformed claws on their bodies.

These claws are more effective than bullets and can leave scratches on Bruce.

Bruce did not have combat armor.

It's not something these cultists can easily solve.

His chainsaw transformed into a ruthless killing machine.

More and more cult members have emerged.

Even without micro combat armor, light armor is still very powerful.

You could even say it's more flexible.

He slid and slashed all the way.

After all, the combat armor is too big, bulky like a fat man, and it is handmade, which makes it much more flexible than the standard equipment of human technology such as light armor.

"Why are there so many?"

With each step taken, at least ten cult members must be killed.

"Those who want to die, come on over!"

The cult members became even more excited.

Bruce felt like he was defying the heavens.

"Damn, this is too unreal. They've killed so many people in the song. In reality, they would have already fled."

"When they're faking it, it's more real than reality; but when they're actually fighting, why doesn't it mirror reality?"

"Survivors are afraid of death, soldiers are afraid of death, but these bastards, aren't they afraid of death too?"

"We need to find a skilled player to perform a jump-to-change move!"

Bruce performed a psionic leap, flying into the air and landing on the wall.

"BOOM!!!"

With a loud bang, a shell struck the wall where Bruce was standing.

Bruce jumped again, following the shockwave from the explosion, and landed in a tall building.

"Sing it!"

As if they knew Bruce's purpose, the cultists stopped attacking him with ranged weapons.

"Where are they hiding? How come there are so many of them?"

"Didn't Commander Garo say that Outpost Ten was short of manpower?"

Bruce felt a toothache as he watched the endless stream of cult members.

His perspective on the game is getting darker and darker.

It seems like there are no cultists left to kill.

"Oh no! I'm stuck on the game's storyline!"

In real life, Bruce slams his hand on the table.

The view became increasingly dark.

This life is about to end.

Just then, a bomb landed among the cult members.

A loud bang.

Bruce could vaguely see a giant mech in the distance.

"What's going on?"

Bruce's perspective is almost entirely black.

"Is it an Easter egg?"

Viewers in the live stream were sending reminders via bullet comments.

"That's Ye Fu!"

"Bruce, I've come to your rescue!"

"My goodness, Fu really came to your rescue!"

The viewpoint was almost entirely black.

"That's... a singing mecha?"

"What a joke! How could Ye Fu possibly save the singing?"

"Forget about saving the day, even piloting a mecha is something other players, or rather, only those who drool over it, have that ability."

"Sorry, guys, the singing competition is over, the link has been disconnected."

"Don't go, don't go, don't go!!"

"Ye Fu has come to save you!"

"Don't give up, Bruce!"

"????"

Bruce's hand stopped near his ear in real life.

"How could this be? The guys aren't lying to me, are they?"

The comments were all telling Bruce to wait a bit.

"Then let's wait a bit before singing."

As soon as Bruce finished speaking, a familiar voice came from Yinpi amidst the noise.

"Captain, Captain!"

Ye Fu continued his journey towards the inner city.

We encountered many cult members on the road.

They launched a frenzied attack on Yefu.

It's not that they're deliberately trying to stop Ye Fu, it's just that some people deliberately pick fights with him.

A single horizontal cut from a 1.5-meter chainsaw can kill seven or eight cult members.

A bloodthirsty cultist covered in blood-red runes and wielding a sharp blade launched a frenzied attack on Ye Fu.

"Get out of here, you singer!"

Ye Fu's mouth was filled with the taste of blood—his own blood, blood squeezed out by his armor.

Pfft!

The killing cultist was cleaved in two by a single strike.

This bloody battle only excited these bloodthirsty believers even more.

"You want to leave, don't you! To rescue the strongest person who's trapped?"

"Hahaha, betray the false god, return to the Blood God of Guiting, and we'll let you go!"

"The warriors of the People's Alliance will never bow down!" Ye Fu went berserk, slaughtering these believers.

Until a golden light enveloped Ye Fu, awakening him from his confusion.

"Sing, what's wrong with singing?"

The Power of Chaos—The Influence of Slaughter

"No, we have to sing to save the captain!"

He felt his body was very hot, as if he were soaking in a hot spring.

It was warm and slippery.

But he couldn't control those things.

Within the hidden realm, he could sense a golden sun constantly providing him with inexplicable power.

If this is your choice, then... go for it.

Every battle is a burden for him.

"Captain! Captain!"

He saw him, Bruce, his captain!

That's the only icon on Xiao Fu's picture.

It was a small mountain made up of countless cultists and bizarre humanoid steamed buns.

The hill swallowed Bruce.

Ye Fu took out a bomb gun, a weapon modified by Annie, which could fire incendiary explosive bullets.

Boom, boom, boom!

One bomb after another blasted into the densest cultist group.

Bruce's combat armor, which suddenly appeared in the inner city, startled the bishop who was hiding among the cultists.

"No, how could that be? Wasn't Bruce trapped by the singers?"

"How did his combat armor end up here?"

The high-ranking officials of the Four Corrupt God Emperors all showed expressions of fear.

Why are you terrified?

This is the reputation Bruce earned while guarding the sanctuary.

That almost invincible fighting style allowed him to single-handedly defeat orcish charges on several occasions.

No one doubted that if it weren't for the lack of supplies that made it impossible to sustain the expedition, he could have broken through the Greenskins.

Bruce is a gentle and friendly person, but that doesn't mean they aren't afraid of his fighting prowess.

He is the strongest among the captains, or rather, one of them, because the other strong ones are controlled by their partners.

A person's name, a tree's shadow.

"No, he's not Bruce!" the compound-eyed man screamed.

"His fighting style, reaction speed, and strength are all inferior to Bruce's!"

Only then did they realize that although this combat armor was powerful, it definitely did not have the overwhelming impact of the Bruce.

"The person inside isn't Bruce!"

"He was one of his soldiers, Ye Fu!"

As the person closest to Bruce, Fu Mou naturally knew of Fu's existence.

Bruce once said that he was also his most loyal subordinate and best friend.

"He and Bruce are close; he piloted the Jaeger to rescue Bruce!"

"We can't let him succeed!" the cult leader screamed shrilly.

If Bruce is rescued, he can be easily brought back as long as the blasphemous bio-pod remains.

All their plans fell through.

Fu Mu climbed up the tall building like a reptile and called out to Ye Fu.

"Yes, I knew it was you!"

"There's no need to risk your life for the false emperor, nor is there any need to die for Bruce!"

"Singing is someone your captain likes."

Fu Mou loosened her restraints, revealing her prized seduction tools.

"As long as you're willing to pledge allegiance to us singers, they'll mate with you and become your playthings! You can use them as you please!"

"You too can become someone as high and mighty as your captain!"

He looked at Fu Mou in the distance, and his eyes immediately turned red.

"Bitch!"

A high-explosive shell was fired.

Boom!!!

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Fu Mou jumped up the moment the bomb was fired, but was still affected by the blast.

A small patch of incendiary agent stuck to her arm.

The propellant, synthesized from the material in the green steamed bun, burned directly through the bone.

The man with the compound eyes let out a piercing scream: "Kill him! Kill him!!!"

"We can't let him rescue Bruce!"

In response, they were met with a barrage of incendiary bombs.

Ye Fu could no longer feel any pain in his body, just a little tired.

But the excitement had already taken over the body's fatigue.

Bruce was atop a clock tower in the pavilion.

More and more cultists and aliens are climbing toward the clock tower.

A bomb exploded, shattering the staircase and temporarily halting the swarm of cultists.

Looking at Bruce, who had already lost consciousness.

"Captain, Captain!"

He knelt on the ground.

They helped Bruce up.

At this moment, Bruce's powered exoskeleton light armor was almost completely destroyed.

The lightweight exoskeleton armor has at least a hundred scratches.

"What's wrong with the singer's hand?"

Ye Fu suddenly felt a heavy pressure, and he couldn't lift his hand.

Upon seeing Bruce, the last breath he had been holding on for burst out.

He knew he might have reached his limit, and that he wouldn't be able to take Bruce with him at all.

Ye Fu opened the hatch and climbed out of the mech.

He helped Bruce up and put him into the combat armor.

He took out the syringe; this was the last one.

Without supplies from the micro-shelter, injections have become a precious resource.

He injected the drug into Bruce's body.

Then close the hatch.

"Captain, you must wake up."

Boom, boom, boom!

A tremendous, trembling sound came from below the clock tower.

It looked like something was crawling directly on the wall of the clock tower.

"For the Four-Armed God Emperor!!!"

"Hiss!!" The steamed bun that climbed up made a strange hissing sound.

These are several multi-legged monsters, most of whose bodies no longer resemble human forms.

It has purple skin, four arms, one hand that is a small, sharp claw, another hand that is a huge bone claw, and the remaining two arms that hold machetes and guns.

Their feet are equipped with sharp claws that can dig directly into the rocks, allowing them to climb walls.

Apart from its human-like shape, it's completely alien.

"heresy!"

Ye Fu mustered his last strength and launched a counterattack against the aliens.

"Beep, the player has reconnected."

"Reconnect?"

"What's going on?"

"Is it really connected?"

"Do I still have a micro-opportunity?"

"This star-studded planning team is quite humane."

The view gradually brightened.

"Also, Fu?"

That familiar figure, that familiar armor, that familiar Human Alliance flag.

"What is he doing here?"

"What happened here?"

Welcome back, Bruce.

"Is that the sound of combat armor?"

The familiar sound of armored vehicles reached his ears, and he realized that his armor had returned to his body.

"What kind of steamed buns are being made here?"

Bruce remembered the reminder from the live stream chat.

"Could it really be that Ye Fu came to rescue him in his combat armor?"

Why do concerts offer multiple boosts from injections?

"Why can't I move even though I'm singing?"

"Move faster!"

He saw it, and Ye Fu was fighting the alien.

He saw it; Ye Fu's armor was being torn apart time and time again.

It was Fu who saved him!

Fu rushed into the inner city to save him!

How did he get in?

How does he pilot a combat mech?

Bruce couldn't even imagine it.

He also knew that without micro-gene evolution and without reaching a certain level of physical strength, one could not pilot a combat mech.

And why is he wearing a combat mech?

What did you just make in the steamed buns?

He could feel the warmth inside the combat mech.

This is... blood!

This is Ye Fu's blood!

The combat armor that Fu had just been driving then sent him back into the armor.

That's why we're in this situation now.

"Ye Fu, no!"

Bruce's furious roar echoed from inside the combat mech.

Before him lay Ye Di, his body riddled with battle wounds, his armor crushed, blood seeping from the wounds.

"Captain, you, you're back!" Fu's tired voice held a hint of excitement.

"Pfft!"

A burly alien, like a ghost, roamed the tower, and then a bone blade pierced through Ye Fu's body.

The burly alien lifted Ye Fu up.

The alien gave a mocking laugh and said, "You damned bastard, you ruined the master's plans."

"Is this the captain of the People's Alliance?"

"That's all there is to it."

"Yes, Master!"

Once the gain reached the threshold, he was able to move!

[Player has connected]

"You're asking for it, you bastard!"

Bruce's eyes were bloodshot, his heart filled with rage. The moment he reconnected, he vanished from the original body. With a sweeping motion of his chainsaw, he cleaved the alien that had pierced through the body in two. Then, with a swirl of his chainsaw, he severed the alien's hand.

He used one hand to help Ye Fu, who was falling from the sky.

"How, how is this possible?" The alien was incredulous; he didn't even have time to react.

Is this the captain of the People's Union?

Bruce raised his foot and stomped on the still slightly conscious alien.

"Yes, Master!"

He held Ye Fu's body in his arms.

Why is this happening?

Bruce's mind is in turmoil.

An indescribable sense of self-blame, guilt, and regret overwhelmed me.

He's not afraid of death. Even if he's eliminated, at most he'll be scolded and feel bad, but it's nothing. It's an accident that no one can avoid.

But seeing firsthand the game NPCs who followed him risk everything to save him.

Bruce was on the verge of a breakdown.

"Ye Fu, how are you? Where's your injection?"

"Captain, you're so handsome, but it's...it's too late now."

Ye Fu was spitting out a large amount of blood.

Ye Fu's internal organs were damaged, and the widest part of the bone spur was about 30 centimeters.

"Now is not the time to talk about these things!"

"Why are you so stupid!"

"Captain, everyone knows this. This is your last chance, and... and Fu, I don't want you to..."

Fu knew that this was Bruce's last chance; if he died again, Bruce would be truly dead.

"Stop talking, you can't talk anymore."

Bruce opened his jetpack and jumped.

We must return to the People's Federation.

He must save Ye Fu!

Each jump covers a distance of forty or fifty meters.

Enough to break out of the encirclement.

"Surround him! Don't let him escape!"

Bruce is already this strong even now, still carrying a heavy burden. If Bruce were to recover, they wouldn't even dare to imagine what he would become!

Four times in a row, Wei failed to break out of the encirclement.

It's a full two hundred meters.

The fourth time, it was gone.

A jetpack can only be used five times.

His initial test was conducted once.

"Psionic Jump!"

Qiang'er's discomfort brought Bruce back to his senses.

He could feel the darkness enveloping the space.

Psychic powers are no longer effective.

Or rather, his sanity value is not high enough.

He just clicked to force himself out of the game.

With one hand dragging Ye Fu and the other holding a chainsaw, he brought down hundreds of cultists at his feet in just ten seconds.