Interstellar Apocalypse: I lead players to dismantle spaceships

【Win! 】

【We are the champions! 】

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[Damn, my Death Legion is the first to refuse! 】

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The atmosphere on the forum was extremely lively.

Reservation players, passers-by, closed beta players who had just died, and internal beta players joining in the fun, a bunch of people all gathered together, talking enthusiastically, making all kinds of jokes, and all kinds of boasts.

It became a carnival.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the agents dispatched by Facility 3826 began to take action.

soon,

In Blue Star's numerous sweatshops, 24-hour offices, and residential areas oppressed by gangs, the legend of Rhine and the others and "Stardust" began to spread.

"Have you heard, a disparity of victory was just created in "Stardust", it's a miracle!"

"That game...has nothing to do with me, right? I don't have time to play, I have to make money to support my family...The miracle is too far away for us.

"No! You are wrong, the miracle is around you and me. And you, my friend, you can create it with your own hands!"

The worker smiled mysteriously, gave his colleague a pair of inconspicuous VR glasses, and patted him heavily on the shoulder.

"Believe me, friend, the path to salvation lies within."

Similar scenes were staged in various cities on Blue Star. The bosses soon discovered that the employees who were originally submissive looked at them strangely.

The strange looks stung the nerves of the oppressors, making them become even more aggressive.

However,

Violence did not erase that light, it just made it hide deeper.

Soon, the employees turned back into the walking zombies they once were.

It's like nothing happened.

The vampires all proudly cursed "dog slaves" a few times, and then went to enjoy the beautiful cars and beauties with satisfaction and peace of mind.

But they don't know.

The seeds of change have been quietly planted, just waiting to sprout...

on the other side,

The Interceptor as the background of the carnival is very miserable.

The main gun, which was about to be filled with energy, exploded. It was so powerful that it caused devastating damage to the dreadnought, directly breaking a third of the originally sharp dagger-shaped hull in half!

Like a watermelon popsicle that has been bitten off, only the trapezoidal part is left. The structural stability of the entire ship has been severely challenged, and it must be towed back to the Imperial Shipyard for complete overhaul.

It's more than that.

The horrific explosion paralyzed a large area of ​​the system. In the end, the huge dreadnought crash-landed on the surface of Qianyan Star, setting off a sky full of smoke and dust. The scene was extremely spectacular.

Immediately there were a series of artistic creations by photography enthusiasts.

From now on, a large number of films such as "Fall of the Imperial Behemoth", "Burning Sword of the Empire", "Shock!" The giant of the empire was ruthlessly broken! " and other second-generation works have become popular throughout the Blue Star network.

The Interceptor, dumped on the desolate land and burning, has become one of the most classic scenes.

Appears on the background of a large number of web games GG.

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Everyone was happy except the Imperials.

Simmons got up from the ground in embarrassment, his meticulous silver hair was a little messy, and his gray imperial uniform was spattered with blood, which belonged to his unlucky captain who had been knocked to death.

"Report the situation! Immediately!"

He looked at the messy bridge, trying to calm down, and said with cold eyes.

"Ahem, ahem, Your Excellency General, the main gun deck area of ​​our ship has been completely offline. Thanks to your order to cut off the energy supply in advance, otherwise the explosion would have followed the pipeline and directly detonated the main reactor..."

Finally, one of the crew members said in horror, his face full of joy of surviving the disaster.

"Can the Interceptor continue to fight?"

The crew member pressed a few buttons on the console, and soon a red-painted battleship structure diagram was pulled up. He pointed at the screen and smiled helplessly.

"Your Excellency, the offline rate of the entire ship subsystem exceeds 50%. Even if it is repaired immediately, it is estimated that it can only be restored to 70%. In this case, it is impossible to fight normally. But it should be possible to barely fly back to the dock without a tug... "

Simmons's face became increasingly ugly.

He failed.

He had already looked at his opponent several times, but he didn't give in. He still capsized in the ditch and was severely defeated.

Thinking of the consequences after returning...

A look of determination suddenly flashed across Simmons' face.

no!

He is an imperial soldier. He would rather die in battle than be thrown into the prison of the Inquisition when he returns!

Thinking of this, Simmons immediately stood up, grabbed his subordinates and said.

"Inform my personal guards and the knights of the Tribunal accompanying the ship to assemble in Hangar No. 3! I will personally lead the team to kill that group of rebels!"

"What! You..."

His subordinates still wanted to persuade him, but Simmons had already turned around and left, going to his room to put on his equipment.

His men suddenly turned pale.

Done!

This is a bloodthirsty rage. Even the commander personally took up the sword!

It would be fine if they brought the guards, but they even sent out the knights of the Inquisition, which were the psychic troops trained by the Empire!

They were a group of extremely powerful, yet extremely cruel people.

Anyone who fell into the hands of the Inquisition Knights would not have a good end.

The only person they were loyal to was the emperor of the empire. There was even a legend that they all regarded the emperor himself as a god and were always pious.

They were the emperor's most loyal executioners.

It was because of them that the ruling structure of the empire was particularly stable, and no official dared to have second thoughts.

Because psychic power can see through everything!

According to legend, there were signs of pagan pollution in a certain imperial colony. The Inquisition only sent out 10 knights to suppress and massacre tens of thousands of people in the colony!

It is said that these executioners piled the heads of all the pagans in the square, and the piles were as high as several floors.

Thinking of this, Simmons's men shuddered involuntarily.

I thought to myself, this group of rebels is finished!

Not long after, Simmons, fully armed, appeared in Hangar 3 with hundreds of guards.

He and his guards were all wearing black power armor, which looked very high-end, not the shiny reflective plastic texture of ordinary white soldiers.

The most eye-catching thing was naturally a team of warriors wearing red armor and red cloaks next to them.

They did not carry guns, but carried a variety of melee weapons. The shape was indeed cool, but I didn't know what use it was on the battlefield with beams flying across.

Needless to say, these 24 people were the Judgement Knights of the Interceptor.

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