Real Apocalypse Game

Chapter 168: it's my turn

Strong anti-social personality criminals are completely counterproductive to the reconstruction of human civilization in the last days of the Grey Tide.

After all, these people are basically selfish guys, and the group continuation of human civilization is far less important to them than their own refreshment.

Of course, it is also possible to choose not to awaken these felons, but among the other awakened criminals, there will always be some people with the heart of the Virgin Mary or other ideas, and they will definitely propose to release these felons.

And as long as one of these people is released, it will cause potential hidden dangers, and other felons are likely to be released.

Then it is like a Pandora's box, which directly extinguishes the remaining fire of human civilization.

This possibility is too high, so that several players dare not take that risk.

Most of these felons themselves committed heinous crimes, bearing at least one human life, or had other serious crimes, and they had justifiable reasons for killing them.

As for the **** ideas such as "Do you have the right to take another person's life?" Players will naturally not have.

They are not some well-fed moral judges. In the apocalypse where survival is the first priority, as long as the entire human civilization can continue, everything is right.

Soon, several people had smashed the metal hatch just now, wrapped the scraps of cloth from the clothes, and made a dagger.

Amidst the screams of the redhead, several people found the sleeping cabins with the longest sentences, and began to pierce these hatch covers one by one, stabbing the sleepers inside to death in their sleep.

Among the 10,000 or so inmates, light offenders still make up the vast majority, and there are only a few hundred felons with sentences of more than 20 years.

Several players have already made up their minds at this time. Everyone is like a killing machine, piercing the hatch with precision, and stabbing the tip of the dagger in the throat or eye socket of the sleeping dormant. Go in and stab them through their spines and brains for a one-hit kill.

Soon, all the felons here with sentences of more than 20 years have been killed in their sleep.

After a few breaths, they began to open other dormant cabins to wake up those guys with shorter sentences who might be "good guys".

Of course, it doesn't matter whether he is a good person or not, as long as he is not too crazy, it is enough to have a strong desire to survive.

After all, the strongest Eagle Nation in the world was originally established by a group of exiled criminals.

The red-haired girl also recovered from the initial panic at this time, and was even able to chat with them and ask them what happened.

After listening to them describe the current state of the world, the red-haired girl screamed in horror for a while, and then started to help them open the hatch together.

The doors of the dormant cabins were opened, and the dormers who had been sleeping inside for a long time woke up one after another.

At first, he was screaming in panic, and then gradually calmed down. When he became awake enough, he slowly joined the players' team.

Many people even ran out very far, but couldn't find an exit at all, so they gradually believed the words of the players and came back to join them together.

The teams around Satoshi Nakamoto and Vasily became bigger and bigger.

Finally, the last dormant was awakened, and they already had a team of nearly ten thousand people.

Although most of the people are still confused, they are dubious about everything they say, full of selfishness and suspicion, but in this environment, they have to join them.

Hunger and thirst came quickly, but fortunately there were those nutrient solutions in the dormant cabin.

Everyone temporarily fed on the nutrient solution and recovered their physical strength. Then, under the leadership of several players, the team set off in a mighty manner, heading for other directions of the super-giant structure.

Just when Satoshi Nakamoto, Vasily and others formed their own team, in other parts of the super-giant structure, a famous player also showed his ability.

They either found a guy who called himself a "sanctuary" and got a legend about the offspring of the creator of the Greytide world, or they were lucky enough to land near the grave city of the Greytide Cemetery and quickly figured out everything. The reason, began to find a way to break through.

Of course, there are also some unlucky players who have fallen to a place where there is no one alive for hundreds of kilometers, or they have directly entered the endless corridor and died of hunger and thirst, or they have fallen into the charging station of the construction machine. , was instantly swallowed by thousands of construction machines.

Fortunately, every time they die, they can be resurrected again.

But the taste of death is real, and they are honing their will every time.

The time in the game seems to be under the control of the developer all the time. It is fast and slow. In the feeling of these players, it is a kind of rhythm.

When they start marching or eating and resting, time will speed up, and when detailed communication or exploration is required, the flow of time in the game will naturally become normal.

Needless to say, everything behind this is naturally the developer's means.

The time and energy consumed by the task of the end of the gray tide is not weaker than the previous two game tasks.

In particular, virtual reality games make them feel extremely real, and the mental consumption of perception is even greater.

Finally, after more than ten days in the real world and half a year after the end of the gray tide game mission, the players in the gray tide world gradually converged within the range of 3000-5000 floors, and gathered together again.

This also seems to be the purpose of the developers, because everyone is basically scattered in an area of ​​tens of kilometers.

After these days of exploration, everyone has come to a conclusion:

According to the legend they got from the game, in order to complete the task and find the control core of the game, they must find the offspring of the creator of the gray tide, and then enter the uppermost layer of the super-giant structure of the gray tide.

And just relying on the strength of a few people or a certain brigade, it is impossible to break through the defensive circle formed by all the construction machines.

Only by gathering the power of all players, or all the human beings they can find, will there be a chance of survival.

As for the descendants of the creators of the grey tide, they were also narrowed down by the method of exclusion.

The descendants of the creator must not be born and raised in the graytide cemetery. This person, or his parents, grandparents, or some other ancestor, must have come to the graytide cemetery from outside.

At the same time, the person must have certain dominant genetic characteristics similar to the creator, such as hair color, such as freckles, such as the contour of the nose, and so on.

After they slaughtered all the people of the Sanctuary, they saw the photo of the creator in the Sanctuary. At that time, several top biologists and geneticists made inferences about the relevant traits and drew a few sketches.

Furthermore, this offspring must have never encountered a construction machine since birth, otherwise his ability to interfere/control the construction machine will inevitably lead to exposure.

After screening through these conditions, there are only less than ten people eligible for the entire Grey Tide Cemetery.

The players simply brought all ten of them to ensure that nothing was missed.

On a vast platform on the 2000th floor of the super-giant structure, tens of thousands of people were lining up solemnly, and the commander of the Salvation Army was mobilizing before the war.

Most had metal sticks in their hands and some water bags on their backs, while a few held EMP bombs and EMP guns made of crude "prehistoric" relics.

Although the power is extremely small, it is barely considered an electromagnetic pulse.

After a few words, everyone has become blood boiling, ready to take back everything that belongs to human civilization.

As long as you can rush to the top layer and find the control core of the gray tide, everything will change!

Even with flesh and blood against metal!

"Let's go!" The legion commander waved his hand~lightnovelpub.net~ Tens of thousands of soldiers immediately rushed up the stairs.

Those awakened sleepers, as well as the aborigines in the Ashtide Cemetery, were all excited and awakened by the players.

They're going to fight those **** nanobots!

At the same time, when this army of tens of thousands of people meandered towards the upper layer, a team of only a few hundred people was diverted from the army, led by Li Tongchen, Vasily, Satoshi Nakamoto and others, Go in the northwest direction.

They are the real main force.

When those tens of thousands of people attracted the attention of the constructors and dragged the cluster of constructors with their own lives, this small team would take the descendants of the creator all the way up to the top of the super-giant structure. , find the control core of the gray tide.

In the cyberspace, Shen Feng's conscious body observed the team that branched out and couldn't help but admire:

"Enough...it's my turn to play..."