StarCraft: Rise of the Fourth Scourge

"Don't back off, kill them!" Aland

roared, raising his gun to shoot at a pure-blood who had pounced his comrade to the ground.

It took a full empty magazine to shatter the pureblood's head at close range.

The pure-bloods who had lost their heads fell weakly on the soldiers who had lost their heads.

Looking under the pure-bloods, the American GI's head was torn out with a long cervical vertebrae.

The eyes were still wide open, and blood was running down the ground.

Although in the previous battle, more than half of the genestealer purebloods were wiped out.

But purebloods are just too strong in melee combat.

The American GIs suffered heavy casualties, and the battle loss ratio between the two sides even exceeded 5:1.

"The U.S. military front seems to be finished..."

"Tsk, it's miserable!"

"I hope they can hold on, but don't die." Having

said that, there was a gloating expression on his face.

"Probably not, that's the world's police, how can they be defeated so easily, they will definitely be able to. "

Do you say that the player's head counts? It's rotting in vain if you keep it, and it's better to waste it."

"I guess so, if you look at the corpses of the players who fell to the ground, they are no different from real corpses. Although

it was just an unintentional statement, it was remembered by nearby players.

They looked down slightly at the corpses of the players on the ground nearby.

"Don't rob it, that's my teammate, his head is mine. "

One player immediately took out a dagger and cut off the head of the player's corpse at his feet.

However, it was stopped by a teammate of the nearby player's corpse.

The player who was about to cut off the head of the man smiled.

Since it is a teammate of the corpse, it naturally belongs to someone else.

He looked for another target and walked towards a corpse not far away.

But before he could get closer, one of the players next to the corpse crouched down and cut off the corpse's head with a single sword.

The white light flashed, and the human head disappeared without a trace.

Players have dimensional spaces, and items placed in dimensional dimensions are non-destructible.

The battle is fierce, and the NPCs won't notice them at this time.

Someone made a head, and the scattered players grabbed the head of the player's corpse at their feet.

Heads are a good thing.

Five of them will be able to complete this large-scale offensive and defensive mission.

Heads can also be exchanged for Throne Coins.

Although a head can only be exchanged for 100 Throne Coins, it adds up.

Besides, the purchasing power of 100 Throne Coins is still very strong.

"What to rob, it's still in the fight, the gene stealer is the big one, and it's not a small loss. "

There are still sane people, and he has grasped the key point.

Some players are aware of this.

They bent down in advance and charged.

At this time, there are not many genestealers pouring out of the streets.

The corpses all over the ground were throne coins.

At first, just a few people charged forward.

But after a while, the players all reacted and rushed forward.

At this time, the scale of victory has fallen to the side of humanity.

The genestealers who have rushed out of the right-wing street entrances have become scattered.

The square 100 meters away from the three players was covered with corpses.

Its thickness even affected the charge of the genestealers in the rear.

Some genestealers can even trip over corpses and fall to the ground.

Compared to the right flank line, the left flank line is much worse and more dangerous.

Although there are not many genestealers rushing out of the street entrance.

But the pure-bloods were in a scuffle with the American GIs.

The line of defense has been broken, and the American GIs are fighting with their lives against purebloods.

The scene is very tragic, and the players are intertwined with the corpses of pure-bloods.

Fragments of stumps can be seen everywhere, and rivers of blood are flowing on the battlefield.

"Second Battalion Companies, Advance!" On

the frontal battlefield, the Planetary Defense Force soldiers had already rushed into the main road.

Just when the defense line on the left flank was in jeopardy, Fernande led three companies of Planetary Defense Force soldiers to support the American GIs.

"Bang bang..."

The Planetary Defense Force soldiers rushed into the left flank of the melee.

The laser rifle in his hand shone at the fierce pure-blood.

Under the bombardment of the laser beam, the carapace of the pure-blooded was torn apart layer by layer.

Eventually, the flesh and blood were blurred by the continuous laser beam, and he fell to the ground with a bang.

With the addition of the Planetary Defense Force, the pressure on the US military has suddenly been reduced a lot.

The originally precarious battle situation suddenly took on a one-sided situation.

With the addition of the Planetary Defense Force, the genestealer pure-bloods were quickly wiped out.

Ten minutes later....

"Huh

On the battlefield on the left flank, the American GIs who were still alive showed the look of the rest of their lives.

They stood on the battlefield strewn with corpses, and a blank look flashed in their eyes.

Is this still a game?

It's all too real.

It's even more real than the real battle, as well as cruelty and blood.

As soon as the battle was over, Fernande chased the Planetary Defense Force soldiers after the large force.

As Fernande led the team away, only the players were left in the huge square.

As the battle for the left flank line ended, the gunfire in the square suddenly became thin.

Only scattered genestealers rushed out at the corners of the streets on the left and right wings.

On the right flank, scattered players have rushed into the corpse-strewn battlefield to loot the loot.

Weapons in the hands of genestealers are good things.

While most are automatic rifles, there are also a small number of laser rifles.

If you find a laser rifle, you'll save 5,000 Throne Coins.

"Mine, this is mine..."

, "I got it first, it's mine..."

But it's a very stupid thing to do.

With so much loot on the battlefield, there's no need to stare at one loot.

The time you get the more spoils of the fight.

As a result, disputes are rare.

Everyone is on a first-come, first-served basis, and whoever touches it first is whoever.

Some

players still couldn't stand the scene of cutting off their heads, and ran to the side and retched.

It was so bloody that it was like killing a pig.

And the dagger is not a sharp weapon for cutting off the head, and a martial artist with the blessing of power can decapitate the head with one sword.

But the others really have to be cut.

Shortly after the gene stealer died, the blood did not clot.

This makes the battlefield even more terrifying.

Many players couldn't stand it and chose to go offline with a pale face.

Dao Dao white light suddenly flickered in the crowd.

And for those players who are offline, players with strong psychological quality can be happy.

Because there are fewer opponents to compete with them for loot.

On the other side, on the battlefield on the left flank.

"Aland, immediately organize soldiers to clean up the battlefield, the loot obtained is our development funds, whether in the game, or in reality, nothing can be done without money, we are a big team, and we need funds to strengthen our team, and don't let go of the heads of dead soldiers, even if you keep them, I'm afraid they will be cut off by those scattered players. "