The Game of Demon Hunter

Just when Xu Yichen started counting the money and had already started to formulate a collection plan, his old friend, Comrade Lieutenant Konrad Wasilewski, was slapping himself on the head hard because of poverty.

Lieutenant Conrad, who is of the blood of the abyss, strangely has a unique contribution point system. This system comes with the blood of the abyss. It seems to be specially developed by the abyss lords for the convenience of developing offline in the main material world.

But this is not the weirdest part. The weirdest thing is that the points of this contribution point system must be obtained by killing Chaos. It looks neither abyss, nor demon, nor evil.

During the Wangxiangcheng War, Conrad and his men took advantage of the wind of war in New China to kill many Chaos Demons, and obtained a large amount of Abyss Contribution Points, allowing all of them to be replaced with Abyss bloodlines.

Although the level is not as high as Conrad, it still greatly increases the strength of these Eastern Front veterans, and more importantly, it makes them more adaptable to the current environment.

Conrad exchanged all his remaining contribution points for a one-way portal from the main material plane to the abyss plane. Although this made the demon who signed the contract with him very unhappy, Conrad said that it would be okay Well, come and bite me if you are not happy.

That's right, Conrad felt that it wouldn't be long before the Far South would be ruled by a steady stream of Siris, Song or New Huaxia people, you can call them whatever you want, anyway, they are all Orientals, so he planned to bring them as soon as possible. Change the place for your own men to develop.

Thank goodness there is still magic in this world, which allows them to cross the world in a second. This was Conrad's first thought after he came to the abyss, and then he was attracted by the strong smell of sulfur and blood.

It was the smell of war. The ground under his feet seemed to be paved with the flesh and blood of some living creature, and there was no grass growing.

Not far away, several active volcanoes are spewing gunpowder smoke and lava. All kinds of weird monsters in the sky are entangled and fighting each other. The battle on the ground is getting more intense. Thousands of non-human creatures look like waves. collide with each other.

That's what it looks like! Conrad couldn't help but embrace the world with open arms.

But in the next second, he was called back to reality by a nightmare of shouting and killing: "Ula! Crush those bastards!"

Conrad and his men's first instinct was to drop to the ground and fumble for the non-existent rifle.

The extremely familiar battle cry, and the strong smell of alcohol whizzing past him, made Conrad absolutely sure that it was the gang of hairy alcoholics with no strings in their heads!

Ever since Conrad entered the game, he has never seen a Mao Federation player, and neither has Xu Yichen.

Even though the people of Ganges had heard about Wangxiangcheng's war propaganda, none of the Mao Federation players showed up. This is a very abnormal thing.

Now Conrad understands where the lunatics from the Mao Federation went. They entered the lower plane at the beginning of the game!

The entire colonial fleet infiltrated by the five rogues is like a sieve, each with its own unique tricks.

The New Chinese hid an agent who could go offline freely and keep in touch with the earth in the largest colonial spaceship, while the U.S. imperialists sent the largest number of intelligence agents to mix with the players.

The EU people left an additional system interface for several reserved commanders to communicate with the outside world, and the African Union has not shown any abnormalities for the time being due to technical strength limitations.

But it is certain that they are not playing as dirty as the Mao Federation. These Maozi directly replaced the survival capsule of their players with a special survival capsule, which is different from other players from the login interface.

When they initially created a character, they could choose a unique talent [Devil Ally] and descend directly to the lower plane.

That talent is a racial reward for Mao Federation players after completing a super-large epic mission in the mainland, making Mao Federation players and the devil camp a strategic partner.

These days, life is difficult for everyone, whether it is the Mao Federation people in the main material world or the devils in the lower planes.

Mao Federation players had to cooperate with the Kislev Kingdom to fight an endless war with countless greenskins on the long and cold border, and the devils were also forced by chaos to join hands with the abyss demons to protect Survive.

You must know that the grievances between devils and demons can't even be counted by themselves. God knows how many years the war between them has been fighting. Before the appearance of chaos, the bloodiest battlefield in this world was the bloody battlefield at the junction of hell and abyss. Sometimes even the gods will send a clone down to have fun.

But now, the battlefield of the bloody battle has become the front line of the battle against chaos.

"Ha! A few devil bastards!" A shirtless, forest-like burly man with thick chest hair stood in front of Conrad. This burly man was a head taller than Conrad.

These Mao Federation players had just chopped down a lot of strange things in front of Conrad, and the blood on the weapons hadn't run out yet.

"I also smelled a familiar smell from them." Another big man in black plate armor and red all over squeezed over with an exaggerated expression, as if he really smelled something: "Well, yes, a smell Familiar smell."

"Like a dead mouse?" I don't know who asked in the crowd, and a group of big men suddenly burst into laughter: "Indeed, it stinks!"

"Haha, that's right, they are those poor mice from the local army!" The big man in black plate armor stretched out a hand to grab Conrad's hand, and pulled him up from the ground: "Welcome to Rats from hell!"

Conrad looked around and pessimistically found that the bastards of the Maoist Federation were not only numerous in number, but also well-equipped. The exquisite armor and weapons shining with magical brilliance reflected several EU local army players like beggars.

What's even more exaggerated is that these people are obviously the commanders of a devil army, and hundreds of devils wearing standard armor are watching the fun nearby.

Conrad felt that he might as well stay in the Far South Colony and wait for the Siris to drive him into the sea, at least he would have a better reputation.

"You bastards, do you want to play?" Conrad poked his neck, and said, "I have dealt with Stalin soldiers before. Which one of you wants to die first?"

A group of hairy players suddenly laughed again, and the red-skinned soldier in black plate armor laughed out of breath: "Come on, don't tease him, brothers, we still have work to do."

"I'll give you a piece of advice, little mouse. If you don't want to die so quickly, you'd better find some reliable equipment from our quartermaster. You look like a little ghoul with your shabby face." The soldier still didn't forget his kindness. Remind Conrad: "It's just that the price is a bit expensive, so be prepared."

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