Infinite Metaverse

Endin Hive World.

Tistyk Hive, Upper Hive Area.

Hux and his teammates were still running in panic. Because they had shown a fighting power completely different from that of ordinary human soldiers in the previous battle, the Reincarnation Squad attracted the attention of a small orc leader. While the greenskins captured the entire Hive City, they also specially sent a troop to chase them, which made the Reincarnations miserable.

The Reincarnations ran on their legs, trying to use the complex three-dimensional terrain in the Hive City to avoid the Orcs' pursuit. Fortunately, these orcs were not equipped with any fast vehicles. After entering the city, they seemed to be lost in the intricate passages and structures of the Hive City, and they did not catch the Reincarnations for the time being.

The perfect human Reincarnations should actually feel fortunate that the orcs chasing them were not from the Snakebite Clan, otherwise the Squig Hounds with a keen sense of smell and the Squig War Pigs that can flexibly travel through the alleys would find them in minutes.

But the Reincarnations soon discovered that something was wrong.

These ferocious orcs, with blue paint on their faces, guns, armored vests and thick arms, seem to have an unusual love for "plundering". As soon as they entered the nest, they began to plunder. Although they had an armed satellite, they were like country bumpkins who had never seen the world, scraping the ground three feet and not even letting go of a screw. Under their meticulous and intensive search, the places where the reincarnations could hide were being compressed little by little.

There was no place to hide, no way to avoid.

They began to try to use some special methods to stop the orcs. The reincarnations first released several highly contagious and infectious virus aerosol preparations, and found that the orcs were completely immune to these viruses - this result was also expected by the players, after all, this was another alien race in another universe. If they had dissected the orcs as deeply as Master Quinto, they would have seen the fungus-like gene chain entangled in the orcs' gene double helix.

After confirming that the Orcs could not be infected by the virus in the Resident Evil universe in a short period of time, the players of Perfect Human began to use some more insidious and unscrupulous methods: many human civilians were trapped in the nest city because they did not have time to evacuate, and the Reincarnators released viruses to the areas where these civilians gathered densely, especially the C virus and G virus with the strongest mutation, artificially creating a large number of mutant zombies, trying to use these zombies to delay and block the Orcs.

It did have a certain effect.

The C virus and G virus can be said to be the two viruses with the highest mutation intensity. After infecting humans, they can produce zombies with various functions and strange shapes. The Orcs had never seen these things, and they suffered certain losses due to their carelessness. But the Reincarnators of Perfect Humanity overlooked one point:

This is an interstellar war.

The Battle Moon did not use the gravity storm to completely destroy the nest city, but sent a landing force, which was obviously determined to obtain the resources on the planet. After losing the most powerful weapon, "infection", in the face of the endless green tide, the claws, elytra, shells and tentacles mutated by zombies could not pose much threat to the fully armed orcs.

The most difficult thing about the biochemical crisis is the invisible attacks at the microscopic level such as viruses and bacteria. The most powerful zombies cannot defeat the modern human army in a head-on confrontation, not to mention the Orks, who were once ranked first among the three evils in the galaxy. The Orks quickly crushed and blasted these zombies.

Leaving behind a ground of dirty meat residues.

Despair is spreading in the hearts of players.

For players who have more than one reincarnation life.

What is far more despairing than death is:

The reincarnation camp they belong to is the fucking Orks!

The perfect human reincarnation team had just landed in the Warhammer 40K universe and was prompted to be assigned to the "Beast Camp". Although they hated the harsh environment in the hive world, they actually lived a very comfortable life at the beginning - the reincarnations could get assimilation points by assassinating any planetary defense force soldier at will. The defense of Tistyk Hive is now empty and was destroyed by the orcs in one blow. Maybe it has something to do with the secret sabotage of the reincarnationists in the past few months.

But now, after successfully killing the orcs, the reminder sound of "deducting assimilation points" came from the depths of the mind of the reincarnation world. The reincarnationists understood that even if they died in battle now, they should not think about earning back the assimilation points lost in this reincarnation.

At this time, in an inconspicuous spire in the upper area of ​​the hive, the reincarnationists squeezed into this small space, watching the green-skinned orcs moving quickly on the street below, and the fart spirits carrying packages, whispering:

"We should think of a way to join them. After all, we are still the beast camp. Even if we are lucky enough not to be discovered by them by hiding like this, we will still lose blood in this reincarnation."

A reincarnationist whispered.

"Do you think I don't want to?"

Another reincarnation cursed in a low voice:

"The problem is that these greenskin bastards don't communicate with you at all. When they open their mouths, they can only say 'waaagh' and 'waaagh', just like a group of morons with no brains but only muscles."

"Then what should we do, wait to die?"

The reincarnation asked unwillingly.

"Wait..."

Hex suddenly interrupted his companions' quarrel, and he raised his hand and pointed to a block in the distance:

"Look over there, what is that?"

Everyone looked in the direction of his finger.

Their visual organs were not as enhanced as those of the Space Marines, so they had to squint their eyes and look far away to barely see what was happening in the dark street:

A group of human men and women were kneeling on the street with their hands on their heads. A fat bald orc, as thick as a door panel, walked casually in front of the kneeling crowd with a whip in his hand. He was followed by a group of jumping green humanoid monsters, all of which had iron rings and chains on their necks - fart spirits. The reincarnators had seen this subspecies of Ork.

These fart spirits were baring their teeth and roaring and screaming at the crowd, and what about the fat orc? He was looking at the group of humans with the eyes of selecting livestock. He seemed to be a snot spirit breeder. With a sharp look, he could select the old, weak, sick and disabled in the crowd. After ordering his green-skinned boys to kill those humans who were not suitable for work, only young and strong men and women were left. His fart spirits went forward to handcuff and shackle these humans.

"They are capturing slaves!"

A reincarnationist responded.

"What do you mean?"

Another reincarnationist looked at Hux.

"Yes, we surrender."

Hex nodded with a gloomy face.

"This seems to be the only way."

The reincarnationist lowered his head and pondered.

"This is a good idea. Pretend to surrender, maybe we can get into the armed satellite. After entering, with our ability... it will be like a fish in water, hehe."

A reincarnationist thought more and more reasonable.

So the reincarnationists left the spire, raised their hands, lined up and slowly walked towards the snot breeder. Sure enough, unlike other orcs, the tall and fat orc stopped his men who wanted to shoot. His pair of yellow bulging eyes flashed with cunning light, staring at the group of humans who came with their hands raised - they all looked good materials for work. The fat orc swung the whip in his hand and swung it in the air with a thunderous sound. He grinned and said:

"Human... Kneel down..."

He actually knew one or two words in Low Gothic.

The reincarnationists knelt on the ground as required.

This dignity is nothing compared to the assimilation points.

The fat orc pursed his lips to indicate.

A group of fart spirits under his command immediately rushed up.

Tearing the players' clothes to check their weapons and equipment.

The reincarnationists were included in the slave team.

A small episode happened during this period.

Hex's robe was torn off, revealing his muscular and strong body, and the iron-gray neural interface embedded in his skin. The fart spirits around were startled when they saw this, screaming and turning to flee. It also attracted the attention of the green-skinned boys with guns around, and they turned their guns to aim at Hux who was kneeling on the ground with his hands raised.

Until they confirmed that the man had no weapons.

And he was still kneeling on the ground with his hands raised.

There was a big commotion among the orcs.

Hux's existence even aroused the great interest of an orc leader. He rushed back from another battlefield and looked at the tall, transformed warrior who was tied up. His eyes, which were filled with bloodshot, burst into excitement.

"A...sta...t?"

He said in an unskilled low Gothic language.

In the past thousand years of human history, since the birth of the humanoid weapon Space Marine, there has never been a precedent of a Space Marine taking the initiative to surrender to the Ork orcs... no, to any alien race.

This is really too rare.

You must know that even the Chaos Space Marines, their hatred and hatred for the aliens are not weaker than those of the Loyal Space Marines. Chaos Space Marines will not surrender to the aliens. Alien races are not allowed to appear on the territory of most Chaos warbands. This is the consensus of the galactic races.

Hux has not received any Space Marine training. He doesn't know why these orcs are so surprised by his surrender. But for some reason, although he had made this decision himself, when he knelt on the ground and raised his hands towards the group of greenskins, he suddenly felt an extremely strong hatred and shame in his heart. The feeling of shame, like a concrete pain, grew and spread in his heart, gnawing at the thoughts in his mind.

Hux suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

He regretted making this decision.

"Snap!"

The whip hit his back hard.

The burning pain stimulated his nerves.

Hux turned his head sharply.

He met the cold, cruel and curious bulging yellow eyes of the fat orc - the other party was testing his reaction to see if he would still not resist when being whipped.

Hux took a deep breath.

He suppressed the strong impulse in his heart.

He turned his head back and continued to walk forward.

He no longer looked at the surprised, angry, puzzled and desperate eyes of the human slaves around him.

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