Warhammer: Open the door! Human League players!

Chapter 71 Unleashing War Potential

The battle in the tenth core city has reached a fever pitch.

More and more green-skinned combat mechs are falling on the battlefield.

Bruce's devastating combat scenes, coupled with his massive and imposing physique, made him a formidable opponent in the eyes of the Greenskins—a big guy.

In order to hunt down those bastards, Bruce frantically advanced towards the inner city.

But the further you go, the more orc mechs you encounter.

These mechs, which look like copies of the Human Alliance, aren't very powerful, but they can still hold off Bruce.

This is also one of the few combat units on the battlefield capable of dealing with the captain.

Enraged, Bruce turned and began slaughtering the orcs, intending to completely wipe out the surrounding orc units.

However, his power only fueled the orcs' frenzied fighting spirit, and more and more orcs flocked towards him.

Just then, a huge golden-green shadow appeared on the battlefield, sweeping across the battlefield like a whirlwind, and then crashed directly into Bruce.

The powerful impact sent Bruce flying.

Bruce made a sudden stop in mid-air and landed steadily on the ground.

Before them stood a massive metal mech, nearly six meters tall.

"waaaagh!!!"

"You little shrimp, I'm going to tear you to pieces!"

"You are no match for me; your mech is nothing special."

Da da da!

Bullets gushed out.

"Psionic Shield!"

He erected a psionic shield, then dashed in close, slashing his chainsaw at the firing Gatling gun.

Unable to match the firepower of this powerful mech, Bruce decided to engage it in close combat.

"Get out of my way, you bastard!" Bruce brandished his chainsaw as he fought the colossal war machine in front of him.

Bruce's anger stemmed from the fact that these greenskins were interfering with his ability to kill the insects.

Heretics, they all deserve to die!

Heresy must be eradicated.

If in the past, eliminating heretics was merely Bruce's task as a player, now it is his obsession.

At this moment, the psionic flames on Bruce's body were getting smaller and smaller.

"No, the psionic energy in Bruce's body has disappeared."

"He lost that skill effect."

If he had psionic powers, Bruce could confront this 6-meter-tall mech head-on.

But once the aid of psionic energy is lost, the oppressive force of that giant mecha, which is nearly six meters tall, is too great.

Most importantly, his combat mechs were running out of energy.

The battle lasted a long time and depleted the energy available for sustained combat.

Now, the giant mech simply swung its weapon and sent Bruce flying.

Bruce had to extract energy from the combat mechs just to barely keep up with them.

Finally forced back to the vicinity of the defensive line, they managed to hold off the giant orc mech with the help of the general and corporal.

"Bruce, step back first!"

"That's the mining city! The aliens are fleeing; going there like this won't get you anywhere. We need to deal with these greens first!"

"This thing is too hard!" The general collided with the giant orc mech and was sent flying. Fortunately, his combat skills were not low. The so-called flying was just to dissipate the force, and he flipped over and came back.

Frustration, hatred, anger.

He wanted to hunt down the aliens, but the greenskins wanted to fight him instead.

"Hahahaha!"

"What's the use of being powerful if you don't use your brain!"

On the inner city tower, the black-robed bishop sneered.

They mocked Bruce's ignorance.

And him too!

Bruce's gaze was fixed on the black-robed bishop of the Alien Church.

Fu Mou was the one who carried out the act, but he was also one of the masterminds!

"General, Corporal, do you have any backup forces?"

The energy reserves are no longer sufficient to sustain high-intensity combat.

Otherwise, he was confident that the aliens had no chance of escaping.

"They're long gone!" the general waved his hand.

"You have enough energy; you couldn't possibly take on this giant Kong by yourself!"

"Difficult to fight, but that doesn't mean it's impossible to fight."

"You're awesome. It takes two of us to take down this giant King Kong. It feels just like King Kong."

"If we had the energy, we wouldn't be forced to play defensively."

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"waaaagh!!!!"

The orc King Kong trembled violently, its power suddenly increasing as the orc leader prepared to tear these unkillable fleas apart.

"No, we can't hold on!"

"Wait, are we going to be wiped out?"

Without energy, one cannot perform highly maneuverable movements or activate the ultimate power mode.

Even the cutting effect of a chainsaw will be reduced.

To maintain this chaotic battle, the People's Alliance outposts managed to squeeze out all their resources without any major disruptions.

If there had been supplies, she wouldn't have gritted her teeth and injected the last syringe into Bruce's body, subjecting herself to pain comparable to that of the Iron Maiden.

"No, Bruce! You'll die!"

Facing the raging giant mech head-on, Bruce, at 2.5 meters tall, looked like a lackey.

Anne's face was somewhat pale.

She saw that huge guy.

That war machine, once rumored to be called Orc King Kong.

She had only heard of it, but the moment she saw that huge mech, she knew it was the Orc King Kong.

She didn't know the specific name of the giant mecha; all she knew was that it was incredibly powerful.

Now, the entire Outpost 10 is depleted of resources.

The captains' energy was dwindling, barely enough to sustain basic combat; their ammunition was exhausted, and their injections were completely depleted.

They've truly reached a dead end.

Unless... a shelter is connected.

The shelter also has twenty captain-level combatants, as well as thousands of auxiliary troops trained by the older sister.

It possesses a vast amount of resources extracted from the corpses of thousands of orcs.

As long as it can be connected to the shelter.

Unless she stalls.

But she had done her best, and she was willing to die for it.

"What should I do?!"

Annie closed her eyes.

She thought of the Commander, of her angel, and of her angel sitting in the Commander's chair, bearing the pain of the entire shelter.

Seat... psionic... passage... Anne's eyes suddenly lit up.

She quickly pieced together the electronic components in her hands.

"elder sister!"

"Sister, we're running low on supplies here. We're lacking in combat power and the help of our captains."

"The commander is trapped by the demon engine."

Anne kept piecing together the device she had envisioned.

Or rather... instruments of torture... "We need to give these to the commander to protect this home!"

"Once the passage is established, we can use the captains' dimensional teleportation skills to continuously send supplies and support troops over," said the leader. "Sister!"

"It's just the sanity value..." Annie's movements slowed down.

If the sanity cannot be restored, then even if the captains jump over, it won't help!

Even ordinary support troops can't withstand the side effect of a sanity reduction of 80%.

Her abilities are limited; she cannot restore sanity indefinitely.

"I've been testing methods to restore the SAN value from outside."

Anna looked at the statue she had sculpted.

"I've found a way to fix the sanity issue."

Upon hearing this, Annie smiled.

"Sister, I knew it!"

"But..." Anna hesitated.

"There's no 'only,' it's our duty!"

"For the Human Alliance, and for the Angels." The gloom on Annie's face completely disappeared.

She has finished assembling it.

Looking at the chair he had modified.

This chair contains a psionic core, and it functions as a stabilizing field amplifier.

However, a psionic cell is needed to activate this stable position.

"Sister, it's my turn."

"Back then, if we had psionic powers, we could replace the commander."

"And now, we have psionic powers, and we will follow the Commander."

Annie, holding onto the chair, slowly sat down, closed her eyes, and waited for the device to start up... "Long live the Human Alliance!"

Once a stable two-way teleportation channel is opened, the war potential that the shelter has accumulated for so long will bare its fangs to the outside world.