The plunder of the heavens begins with the Spirit Cage.

In fact, Lu Qianwei's masterpiece also contributed to this reason.

As a defined neutral NPC, some sensitive issues are naturally misunderstood by players, resulting in a certain cognitive bias.

Of course, Lu Qianwei did not brainwash them; he simply gave them irrelevant answers to some sensitive questions they wanted to ask.

What you want to express is not the same as what you say.

As long as the sensitive words used by the player group are controlled, the native humans rescued by the players will also not know what they want to know.

At least in this timeline, before Skynet is destroyed, he doesn't intend to let it know about the players' existence.

It would be best to assume they are aliens, so that the other timelines' SkyNet would be hesitant to act, thinking that aliens would invade in the near future.

The SUV wheels rolled over the wide road leading to the town gate. Big Hammer peeked out from the car door and saw that the player safe zone built on the wasteland was made entirely of reinforced concrete.

A three-meter-high wall of scrap steel plates encircled the area three times. On top of the wall was a heavy machine gun turret welded by players. At the street corner, there were stalls selling robot wreckage and radiation drugs. The walls were covered with colorful quest sticks.

The air was filled with a strange smell, a mixture of roasted mutated bison meat and waste engine oil.

Unable to store the items in the system space, Akai, who possessed perception, stayed in the car to check on the equipment, while Da Chui and the other two inquired about Cole's location.

Although they have been visited by countless players, according to several experts, these four NPCs must have hidden quests.

Unfortunately, many people haven't gotten any useful questions from them.

Instead, they get asked a lot of strange questions. They answer seriously, but the other party seems not to understand and looks completely confused!

The location of the group was easy to find out. After Da Chui and the other two gave the player who sold the information a gold coin with black lines on their faces, they left.

They soon arrived at a rather cool indigenous residential area and found the old man smoking a pipe with a troubled expression.

As a member of the resistance, the old man, aside from his imposing presence as he squatted there sighing, clearly had a mission triggered.

The two exchanged a glance, then walked away without saying anything.

Old Cole twitched his ears, looked up, and first glanced at the Warhammer series of armor, the Blood Ravens power armor.

Hmm, another strange piece of equipment. But I've seen all sorts of bizarre "aliens" these days, so I'm not surprised anymore.

But when his gaze swept over the giant hammer that had lifted the mech's mask to let in some fresh air, and the little girl with twin ponytails who walked out from behind the armor, he was immediately struck by the sight of it.

Old Cole's wrinkled face lit up instantly. After so many days, he had finally seen a human being other than them!

Upon approaching Cole, Hammer asked directly, "Old man, is there any task you need us to do?"

"Mission"—that's the word Old Cole has heard most often these days.

Although he didn't quite understand why these people kept asking him for missions, he naturally wouldn't hand over something as important as chips to those aliens.

But now, looking at this tin can, old Cole knows that things can't be delayed any longer.

If things drag on, the factory will inevitably have to revise its plans.

Old Cole chuckled calmly: "I do indeed have an extremely important mission here, but it remains to be seen whether you dare to leave."

"Of course, no problem!" Hammer slammed his chest, making the armor groan.

The thing players are least afraid of is dying.

Of course, this excludes those who go bankrupt from playing games.

"Hehehe, it's good to have courage~"

Old Cole chuckled, tilting his head towards the backyard, making up lies without even breaking a sweat.

"We have a young man named Lynn hiding here."

It turns out he was an engineer at Skynet Machinery Factory, and he brought with him the layout of the Black Rock Valley small assembly plant when he escaped.

It's in the Rocky Mountain range, about 80 kilometers from here.

Skynet can't find anyone right now, so they keep sending those metal lumps to search for them.

Therefore, for this mission, I hope you can escort him to this coordinate to deliver intelligence.

"Of course, I'll also send a bodyguard to escort you. I just don't know if you'd be interested in taking on that role?"

"What is the reward?"

Old Cole: "...The payment will be given when you get there, and you shouldn't be disappointed."

But that's on the condition that you can guarantee bringing the person there safely.

Speaking of this, Old Cole thought of the terminal that Lu Qianwei had given him back then.

He reached out and opened it, and sure enough, there were quite a few inexplicable items such as points and skills inside.

"Ahem, of course, except for the rewards over there."

"According to your Oasis rules, there will be a chance to draw an A-level random skill. If the person is safely delivered to their destination, each person will receive a reward of three thousand points."

The two men with big hammers exchanged a glance and almost burst out laughing. They really couldn't understand how other players couldn't get a task that they could get so easily.

Haha, now look what's happened, I've gotten lucky and they've benefited from my mistake. This is like hitting the jackpot!

Big Hammer immediately slung the gravity hammer onto the mech's shoulder and said with absolute confidence, "Don't worry, old man, we will definitely deliver the person safely!"

Old Cole nodded silently, then turned and walked towards the backyard to call for someone.

Soon, two fully armed men appeared before Big Hammer and his companion, led by him.

Lynn looked at the humans inside and felt a strange sense of relief.

There was nothing he could do; he'd been getting flirted with by aliens every day these past few days, it was terrifying, and he'd barely dared to leave the house.

To this day, he still can't understand how that muscular, green-skinned giant could make such a effeminate voice and use such a unique cross-species way of thinking to tease him!

Chapter 227 The Panic Brought by Aliens (Players)

SkyNet has recently been feeling inexplicably uneasy and unsettled.

What's going on with those aliens who suddenly appeared in Mexico?!

It could understand if they were of the same race, but...

A whole bunch of complex species that don't look like they belong to a civilization on a planet is a completely different story!

Has Earth somehow incurred the wrath of the masses?

Is it worth being wiped out by so many alien races?!

Skynet was incredibly frustrated. They scanned the area with their satellites more than a dozen times, but couldn't find any alien spaceships hiding in any star system or location.

This is why it has always been hesitant to act rashly. Even though it has a numerical advantage and wins more battles than it loses on the ground, the technological gap is always a technological gap.

While laser cannons can certainly destroy spaceships, how could they possibly fight against one or more unknown interstellar civilizations?

Unable to understand their purpose, and unsure when the enemy might resort to desperate measures like using warships and cannons... the only option is to stall!

Dragging those aliens appearing on the surface into a protracted war, rather than radically eliminating them, will only lead to more violent destruction.

At the same time, we should stop all unrealistic waste, shut down unnecessary factories, and conduct new experiments and simulations, so that we can eventually achieve a breakthrough in network technology.

The idea of ​​technological breakthroughs followed by reverse engineering is impractical for the highly rational Skynet!

Only by surpassing its rivals at the network level can it have a chance of survival, and even continue to lurk through their networks.

Just like how they wiped out humanity, they secretly developed and absorbed the technology of interstellar civilizations... and then destroyed their civilizations!

To become the first mechanical life form on Earth to venture into interstellar space!

Of course, technological development will not stop during this period.

Although there are still many weapons left behind by the dead aliens that we don't understand, some of the captured technology can still be used to upgrade the T800 Legion's armament.

Players are after the points on the robots, but Skynet is also after the technology and equipment they possess.

At this moment, the sound of gunfire and artillery was already shaking the earth in the open wilderness outside Blackstone Valley.

Looking around, a group of colorful aliens with bizarre appearances were charging towards the robot army, shouting all sorts of strange battle cries!

This massive battle involving nearly 15,000 players was a complete mess!

Different models of mechs, each about ten meters tall, charged forward amidst the gunfire!

Tanks, armored vehicles, and even modified and pieced-together aircraft are also blooming on this battlefield that spans several kilometers.

"Boom boom boom boom...!!"

"Da da da da...!"

"Whoa!"

"Haha, yes!"

That's it!

"Blow through their defenses, you bastards!!"

Four green-skinned orcs, their bodies bulging with muscles and clad in iron armor, squeezed into a modified pickup truck with three layers of thickened steel plates, charging wildly through lasers and bullets!

"Whoosh—Bang!"

The laser blasted sparks off the side of the vehicle, and a half-meter-wide piece of armor plate was blown off, grazing the ear of the orc in the passenger seat.

"Damn it!"

The orc in the driver's seat cursed angrily and immediately slammed on the accelerator, roaring and yelling in a childish, over-the-top charging tune.

"Die, all of you!!"

On the roof of the vehicle, an orc gripping a heavy machine gun kept pulling the trigger, spitting out tongues of orange-red fire dozens of meters long.

Where the bullets swept, the titanium alloy frames of more than ten T-800s were torn to shreds on the spot, leaving behind a pile of debris.

"Hahaha?

These points are definitely worth it!

Just as the four fools were celebrating wildly, an armor-piercing missile whizzed in and precisely struck their armored vehicle.

"Thank you..." They had barely uttered the words when a violent explosion blasted them and the car into a cloud of red mist.

A tire flew more than 200 meters away, and incidentally crushed a T-800 that was already half-damaged but still firing its gun.

Meanwhile, a few hundred meters away on the reverse slope of the earthen mound, several silver-haired elven mages were gripping emerald wands.