Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

Abaddon sat back on his throne, watching the orc ship through the suspended projection.

He was eager to give the order to attack.

The best way to get along with green-skinned orcs is to turn them into corpses.

Abaddon slew many orcs.

During the Great Crusade, he followed Horus and the Emperor to destroy the Orc Empire.

The disgust for these green-skinned creatures has been carved into his bone marrow.

But Abaddon was full of worries.

Now is not the best time to fight the cancerous army.

Once the Greenskin Legion is attacked, Marvell will inevitably be blamed.

At that time, how should he respond?

What's more, starting a war rashly will also bring casualties to oneself.

After weighing the pros and cons, Abaddon sighed and chose to endure.

He only brought back part of the army to avoid raising Marvel's vigilance.

The rest of the army was given to Vashtor and several other leaders of the Black Legion.

He returned with a remnant soldier, pretending to be defeated by the empire and had to flee back.

Abaddon did not see Horus, the clone of Yogg Sothos, but only his spokesperson, Marvell.

From the looks of it, the fact that that idiot suffered a big loss at the hands of Guilliman is true.

Thinking of this, Abaddon still felt a little happy.

Before, he boasted that he and the entire Black Legion were trash, so they suffered successive losses in the hands of the empire.

Guilliman really treats people equally when it comes to slapping faces.

The Cancerous Legion got the same treatment as the Black Legion.

Thinking of how often I boasted before, I would be slapped in the face by Guilliman.

The feeling of wanting to eat people must be well understood by the cancerous legion at this time.

For Abaddon's return, the leader of the Cancer Legion, Marvell, did not welcome it very much, and even showed disgust in the video communication.

As soon as the front foot finished taunting Abaddon, the back foot suffered a big defeat at the hands of the empire.

Even the clone of the great Yogg Sotos was severely damaged by the opponent.

This kind of naked face-slapping behavior made Marvell feel so angry that he almost went crazy when he thought of it.

He felt that the reason why Abaddon came back was to mock him.

To be honest, Marvell has an obsession with wanting to kill Abaddon.

At first glance, this guy is not a good thing who is willing to be inferior to others.

As long as you find an opportunity, you will definitely betray.

Considering the lack of manpower these days, the Empire is on the mend again.

In the end, Marvel still didn't make a move.

After discussing with several other legion leaders, they decided to keep Abaddon and let him defend the Agri galaxy.

Abaddon naturally had no objection to such a task.

He is very familiar with that place.

At that time, after a big defeat, they will be able to escape in time.

He took his "remnant soldiers" to Agri, and waited until that reckless Calgar knocked out his enemies in one fell swoop, so that he could reap the benefits of the fisherman.

Abaddon couldn't help being excited about his strategy.

Calgar's IQ is simply pitiful.

He didn't realize that he was being played with in the applause.

To be honest, it's just Calgar's ability.

If Guilliman hadn't been helping him all the time, he would have been killed by himself countless times.

With a little trick, he led the imperial army to become his sword of revenge.

Abaddon's heart was filled with a sense of accomplishment.

He might be more satisfied without the arrival of these orcs.

He was full of disdain for that wasteful Yogg-Sothos.

It's not too shameful for an omniscient and omnipotent to be mixed up like this.

Even avatars are the same.

It's so miserable that you have to unite with the aliens to fight against the empire.

Of course, this contempt can only be said in the heart.

The cancerous legion and the possessed Horus are still very terrifying. They can't defeat the terrifying army of the empire, but they can easily crush him to death.

Appropriate forbearance is still needed.

When the time is right, he'll stab that damned idiot to death, and let him know that no goddamn god can humiliate him.

Abaddon stood up and strolled across the high priestly platform in front of the throne.

The only source of light for the high platform is the neon eight-pointed star that runs through the floor.

The neon lights also reflected chains and bloody runes adorning the ceiling in the distance.

Illuminated pale objects shrouded in rotting robes. Bundle with wrap protection tape and hold securely in the grooves around the edge of the room.

These are oracles, whispering and hissing corpses.

It is difficult to hear the faint breathing of these sacrificers.

Within these corpses are bound spirits from hell, exuding the power of the Warp.

This was the latest means of communication that Vashtor had provided him.

This means of communication enables the two sides to exchange information in real time, which strengthens Abaddon's control over the Black Legion, and also gives him more confidence in backstabbing the cancerous Legion.

"We have received a message." The officer in charge of monitoring the message receiving device stood up.

The officer was wearing a dirty military uniform.

The hair has been shaved, revealing a bald scalp.

The octagonal runes of chaos were carved on that broad face.

Standing in front of Abaddon, his whole body was trembling, as if he was approaching something extremely terrifying.

"What message?" Abaddon suppressed his anger against the alien, and looked at the servant in front of him.

"It's the message sent by those orcs. They ask us to get out of the way immediately and let their ships pass, otherwise they will crush us." When the servant said this, he was even trembling, afraid of the big predator would kill him in an instant.

"What?" Abaddon slammed his fist on the brass rim of the war table.

Some enemy threat signs on the holographic battle situation sand table fell down with a pop.

The officer who reported became more frightened and shook like a sieve.

"Are they serious? Let me make way for them, for the goddamn bugs, trash?"

Abaddon let out an angry growl.

His eyes were already blazing with anger.

Staying in the same galaxy as these damned orcs was already the biggest compromise he could make.

Now that damned green-skinned barbarian asked himself to make way for him.

The body of the big predator was trembling slightly, and he was almost swallowed by the anger in his heart.

At this time, a strange scream sounded.

Looking at the sound, it was a machine slave connected to the data cable screaming harshly.

New information has entered Abaddon's ship.

There was a flicker of static in the air, and they outlined a huge window of information in the air.

It doesn't look clear, flickering.

Abaddon rapped again before the projection stabilized.

A huge, ferocious orc face appeared in the distorted holographic image.

"Get away, bad shrimp, or I'll punch a big hole in your head with a big gun."

Abaddon looked at the orcs in front of him, let his fleet get out of the way, and now he is still outputting on the face.

His face was extremely gloomy, and he gritted his teeth.

He really wanted to use his magic sword to pierce this orc's heart, cut off the other's head, hang it on the ship, and let the other party know the fate of provoking him.

When he thought of the Cancerous Legion, of the humiliation at the hands of that false Horus.

Abaddon controlled his anger.

It's still too late to stab the orc to death after the cancerous army is dealt with.

"We already have our own defense, if it is mobilized, it will cause a lot of problems." Abaddon said.

"We don't care about you bastard-raised shrimps, get out of the way and get out of the way of Uncle Uver. Or I'll punch a big hole in your fucking head, WAAAGH."

The orc warlord laughed loudly.

Abaddon knew that these guys were crazy.

They don't care about strategies and lines of defense.

In the minds of those fungus guys, there is nothing but a fight or a fight.

"One day, I will kill you." Abaddon thought to himself.

"Hurry up, or I'll open fire, you ugly bastard, are you going to challenge Uncle Wufo?? If not, just get out of the way. This place is protected by Uncle Wufo."

Abaddon looked at the orc warlord.

Know that now is not a good time to do it.

The best time is to wait until the cancerous legion is resolved.

When the time comes, he will make this damn green-skinned barbarian pay the price he should pay.

"Move the ships and let them pass," Abaddon said without a word.

"I know you shrimps are gutsy farts, and you don't dare to fight me fist to fist."

The orc warlord cut off the communication.

Abaddon turned blue and white with anger.

With one punch, a servant on the side was embedded in the wall, and the other servants rushed to wash the unlucky guy down with water.

The body was all broken.

It can be seen how terrible Abaddon's anger is.

Huge ships shifted, giving way to bloated orc ships.

"Boss is amazing."

"Those bad shrimps dare not resist you at all."

"Long live Uver Boss, WAAAGH."

Many orc boys surrounded Ufo, shouting excitedly.

Uver laughed too.

"When we see good shrimps, we can't beat them, so we can only run away. We are not afraid of these bad shrimps."

"Boss is wise." said an orc villain.

"That's really nice." Ufo slapped it flying, "But no matter how nice it is, I can't touch my favorite big gun."

Uver looked at the giant gun in his hand that could be stuffed with shells, and wiped away the saliva left by the orc kid just now.

He knew a lot of kids were looking at his big gun.

After all, it is big, long, hard, and powerful enough to make the enemy shout no.

Putting the big gun on his waist, Uver moved around, kicking away all the orc boys who couldn't get away in time.

"Get ready to land, we have to go search and see if there is anything good."

"But the surface is the territory of those bad shrimps. Those guys have teamed up with us. Are you going to attack them??" asked a machine bully kid.

Hearing a fight, the orc boys cheered, and beat the iron pipes or the floor with their guns and machetes.

"They're all allies, so what if we use their stuff??" Wufo said: "I use his stuff, because Uncle Wufo thinks highly of him. Let the boys airborne, don't go to the stronghold of Xiami, maybe They really know how to fire, don't worry about other places, just search them clean for me."

Uvor broke into a smile that was full of conceit and ferocity.

"Now, get out and work for me, search the entire ground, and then stuff those farts into the mud and plant them. We want to completely occupy this planet, and use the fastest time to make this planet full of WAAAAGH."

Uver wasn't one of those idiots who only knew how to fight.

He prefers to populate every world with orcs.

The more orcs the more WAAAAGH, the stronger he will be.

No matter how powerful the shrimps are, there is no way to eliminate all the orcs.

This is also the reason why Wufu always runs away, but becomes more and more powerful.

Wherever he goes, he grows orcs, and every place he sets foot is full of orc fungi.

To make it possible for one orc to fall, there are thousands of orcs.

Ufo will even throw orcs on planets controlled by other races, plant orcs, and run away after planting.

Make full use of the orc's BUG-level reproductive ability.

Under Uver's landing order, the orc ships rushed out a large number of orc flying machines, just like fungal sacs spewing countless fungi.

The aircraft rushed through the atmosphere, and the speed was so fast that the surface of the aircraft and the atmosphere rubbed violently, forming flames.

From the ground, it looks like meteors falling to the ground.

Screaming sirens echoed through the giant fortresses built by the Chaos Warriors.

When they plan to defend against unknown enemies.

Abaddon stopped them.

Fighting a war of attrition with the orcs here is undoubtedly the most stupid thing.

That will only delay your business.

Abaddon, who suppressed his anger, contacted the orc warlord again, trying to discuss an explanation.

"We also want to build a base." Uver said with a sly smile: "We don't believe in your technology, look at the things you repair, it's really inferior, you should paint all the cannons red, so the firepower Only then can it be better, and a lot of good things must be installed before it can be done.”

"Look at you, you have nothing. You are bare. There is no way for such a fortress to block those good shrimps. Let those clever mechanic boys teach you how to build a big and fierce one."

Hearing this, Abaddon felt a sweetness in his throat, and was almost so depressed that he spit out a mouthful of old blood.

Let alone the buildings of your orcs, can you see them? If it can be repaired without collapsing, that is i

Does it work? ?

That pile of rubbish, the empire hasn't come yet, it is estimated that a large part of it will be smashed to death.

Realizing that any communication between himself and the other party will only drive him mad with anger.

Abaddon chose to give up communication and asked his men to withdraw the important equipment to the fortress, allowing the surface to be searched by the orcs to build a garbage city.

Wufu and others used the garbage to build their own fortress.

The fort looked much better than any Abaddon had seen before.

I thought the matter had come to an end, and while waiting for the empire to strike, the two sides should be able to get along amicably for a while.

that's the truth.

While the rest of the Cadia battlefield was in full swing, their place remained eerily quiet.

The empire seems to have given up on their route.

It turns out not to be.

Soon, the stubborn stone of the empire-Dorn arrived with a fleet of terrifying scale.

The orc army opened Abaddon's eyes again.

He swore he had never seen such a shameless orc.

No matter how much Abaddon's grievances against the Cancer Legion are, proper performances still have to be done.

Fire two shots with the Empire, then turn around and retreat strategically.

The orcs didn't act, and saw the imperial ships appearing on the edge of the galaxy.

They activated the energy device of that huge garbage city.

Huge flames and anti-gravity arrays below provide levitating thrust, propelling a majestic garbage city high into the air.

Then want to run away.

Yes, run away.

The tyranny and toughness shown before are gone.

Drag the manufactured city directly to escape.

Abaddon, who originally wanted to change the direction of the battleship to meet the enemy, was stunned.

He didn't even want to make a show, so he just retreated.

When did the orcs have such a brain! !

When did you become so shameless! !

He also planned to fire two shots, and then let the orcs fight to the death, and escaped by himself.

Now, all his plans have been disrupted.

"They are heading out of the galaxy, and they have detected subspace fluctuations, and a crack is opening." The ship personnel on the side said loudly.

"It has been detected that the fluctuations in the subspace have leveled off, and the empire is sealing off the subspace. It is estimated that it will be completely blocked in seven hours."

"My lord, we also have to evacuate as soon as possible, and go to a place far away from the galaxy, where the empire has no influence, and enter the subspace."

"We can't meet the enemy. The orcs left us and fled. The empire is blocking the subspace again. Staying here will only become lambs to be slaughtered."

"I've never seen such a shameless, cowardly orc."

Several legion commanders said that Abaddon quickly thought of a brilliant solution.

To get revenge on that damned orc warlord, but also to stop the Empire and let himself go away intact.

Abaddon grinned cruelly.

"Focus on the propulsion of the largest orc warship, and disable it."

His order was quickly carried out.

The Chaos Warriors' ships unleashed a barrage of barrage, targeting the allied Ork ships.

The Ork ships, intent on fleeing, were unaware that their allies would do such a thing.

All Uver's mind was thinking was to put all the energy into the thrusters to make himself run faster.

The empire cannot be beaten.

Can't beat it.

Void Shield is at its weakest state.

The empire is still outside the galaxy, there is no need to put energy on the void shield.

Abaddon let many ships focus their fire, broke the fragile void shield, destroyed the engines of the orc flagship and several other warships, as well as the metal garbage city built by looting.

When the battleship rocked, Uvor also showed confusion.

He didn't know he was attacked until Kid Boy came to tell him what happened.

"Mother Xipi, how dare this group of precious dragons attack Master Ufo, fight back, and give me a fierce counterattack."

Uver was furious and ordered a counterattack.

Abaddon was very cunning, and after the fight, he opened his attack distance.

His ship took some hits, no big deal.

Then, he accelerated the ship and fled to the outside of the galaxy.

Looking at the fleeing bad shrimp warship, Wufu gritted his teeth angrily

"Boss, what should we do? Our ship is broken!!" The orc kid on the side screamed, "Those good shrimps come here."

"Retreat to the other ships that are still intact. We have to escape as soon as possible." Uver watched the flashing holograph, the red representing the empire getting closer.

We can't waste any more time, we have to evacuate as soon as possible.

A glare of light shattered Ulver's hopes.

The empire released impact weapons that were the size of fighter jets and looked like water droplets.

They slammed into the orc ship with its engine still intact at sublight speed.

Although it was blocked by the enhanced void shield and did not cause any damage, it also successfully prevented Ufo's escape plan.

The void shield expends a large amount of energy to transfer the force of those terrifying impacts to the warp.

The remaining energy is not enough to continue accelerating.

Uvor's ship count slowed visibly.

Looking at the dense dots of light in the holographic projection, they are all released impact weapons and void fighters.

The plan to abandon the fleet and escape with his henchmen also fell through.

Realized that if he stayed in the void, he might die.

"Go back to the surface, boys, let's meet those damned shrimps on the surface." Ufo looked at the ship of the bad shrimps that was about to escape the detection range, and smashed the already dilapidated console with his fist in anger.

Don't let yourself go back alive, or he'll have to stuff that bastard in his big gun and blow it to pieces.

"He's right there, witnessing everything about me."

In Invincible Truth's exclusive study room for the Primarch, Ryan closed his eyes slightly, as if just remembering that person would cause unbearable pain to that tough and powerful soul.

Kakar sat in front of the Primarch, listening to the old story.

A tale from the Primarch of the Dark Angels, one of ancient honor, ancient betrayal, dark pasts and secrets of Chaos.

It reflects everything about human beings.

The betrayal of weakness, the distortion of honor, the shattering of hope, and the desperate redemption.

It all starts with Caliban.

At the time of the Emperor and his angels' descent, the mutation and corruption of the Chaos Realm cursed Caliban, turning it into one of the deadliest worlds of death in the galaxy.

Dreadful beasts haunt the deep forests of Caliban.

In that horrible place, nothing is safe, and one wrong step in the woods could cost you your life.

Among them, those terrifying giant beasts are the most terrifying.

Every behemoth on Caliban is unique.

No giant beast is the same.

Some resembled a giant reptile, others resembled a mammal, and still others resembled bugs.

Of course, there may be a mixture of the above.

One behemoth might attack you with teeth and fangs, a second with tentacles and beaks, and a third will kill you with horns and hooves.

When you've dodged those dangers, another one will rush out and spit caustic venom at you.

If you have to find something in common from these behemoths, it is that they must have been shaped based on Caliban's nightmare.

Those giant beasts are huge in size, strong in muscle, amazing in size, extremely ferocious, intelligent, and possess cunning far beyond human beings.

Kakar recorded the relevant information of the destroyed world.

The world that gave birth to the Dark Angels Chapter.

"He took me back to the Grand Knights, taught me how to practice the sword, and taught me to learn the script of Caliban. I learned very quickly. It only took me a few months to rival their most learned scholars. The strongest swordsmanship in the entire knight order."

"Luther is my mentor, but I have far surpassed him. At that time, he still didn't have any jealousy, but was happy for everything I had achieved. I took control of the Grand Knights and broke the Caliban Knights for many years. It is no longer just a tradition to choose knight candidates from the heirs of nobles, as long as those people can prove that they are qualified to be knights, they can learn how to become a knight."

"Reformation is always painful. Many people are against me, but Luther is always on my side. His support inspires me. My ambition may be innate, or it may be that the Emperor created us. pre-programmed."

"When the Great Knights came under my control, I started to conquer Caliban. With my personal charm and power far beyond ordinary people, I easily persuaded them to join my cause. Only one Knights are The exception is the Knights of Sirius. They refused to join our ranks and issued a warning."

"What kind of warning?" Kakar asked.

"The Behemoth is Caliban's defense."

"What's the meaning?"

Kakar showed confusion and incomprehension.

"In the next story, I will reveal this secret." Ryan stood up, and he walked to the porthole of the study, staring through the porthole at the countless buildings on the Invincible Truth, with his back to Kakar.

"Caliban has always been polluted by the power of Chaos. There is a prisoner there, the Serpent of Destiny. Some people call it Ouroboros, an abomination. The Dark Watcher set a seal there, and Seek the Keeper, Lord Cypher."

"Lord Cypher led the Sirius Knights to seek another way to rescue Caliban. The giant beast mutated because the prison couldn't block all the power of the evil thing. The overflowing power created those terrifying giant beasts. The reasons for this they cannot elaborate, for any talk of the existence of false gods would have strengthened them in an age when there were no walls to protect them."

"The Sirius Knights oppose the killing of giant beasts, because they are afraid that after the death of giant beasts, the overflowing power will affect humans. I chose another path, destroyed the Sirius Knights who had different opinions, inherited their knowledge, and continued to guard Prisoner's mission."

"I thought I could bring true salvation to Caliban, but in the end I found out that I was wrong. Arrogance and arrogance destroyed me and destroyed Caliban. After the Emperor came, the command of the First Legion The power was handed over to me, and Luther and many knights joined the Knights to become my right-hand man. My control over the Legion is too domineering and authoritarian, and I do not allow any doubts. I enjoy the honor of the soldiers fighting bloody battles alone , the world only knows the lion-Ryan, but no one knows about Luther and others."

"Until the Sashiluo incident, the ruler of the local planet expressed his willingness to surrender, but secretly prepared a nuclear bomb to assassinate me. Luthor found out about this, but he didn't tell me immediately, probably because he resented me for enjoying all the honors alone." , It may also be out of jealousy and ambition. But he was not cruel enough after all, and he returned to the hangar not long after to dismantle the nuclear bomb. When I learned about this, I felt unprecedented anger, but I did not have any reflection , but regard Luther's actions as a stain on my honor. If other brothers know that my subordinates tried to kill me, it will trample on my image."

"I asked everyone who knew about it to go back to Caliban, where they trained new recruits. Even those who were only involved in dismantling the nuclear bomb were sent back to ensure that no one knew this secret."

Kakar remained silent.

He bowed his head and wrote.

When those fragments of the past are completed and become the complete truth, people will clearly see the pain and suffering behind the sacred legend.

Nothing is truly pure and pure.

Anything that looks beautiful is rooted in unbearable and dark.

Human beings grow up in pain, but later generations beautify these pains.

"I admit that at that time I regarded honor as extremely important. I carefully protected the image I created, just like other Primarchs kept their secrets. Each Primarch has a secret of his own fear. We are shaped into We are demigods with human souls. We are greedy for glory and recklessly squandering the powers bestowed by the Emperor, thinking the world should work the way we imagine it to."

"The Sashro incident should have aroused my thinking, but I didn't. At that time, I thought that the fault of this incident was not my fault. Luthor and others should be loyal to me without complaint and fight for me."

"Now, after 10,000 years, when I woke up from that long sleep, I always doubted myself. At that time, I still didn't care about those soldiers of the legion. I really regarded them as my children, brother, Comrades??"

"What is the meaning of loyalty? I ignored their emotions, ignored their voices, stubbornly grasped power, but could not learn to listen, my father gave me a demigod body, unparalleled strength, but forgot In order to leave a gap where I can feel the pain of mortals."

"I expelled my mentors, brutally stripped honor of those who served their duty, and sent them back to Caliban, just to preserve my image."

"However, this was not the end. After a while, I did even more cruel things to those warriors who were exiled by me. I made them lose all honor, and let their loyalty be humiliated in front of their brother legions. This is A thing that hurts them more than killing them, and I did that, brutally taking it away in the name of their genetic father. They loved me like that, more than anything in the world, even if I let They die, and they don't hesitate to do it, and I'm so cruel, doing that to them."

"What kind of thing?" Kakar asked.

"This matter is about another person, a name forbidden by the empire."

"who?"

"Horus."

Sacrifice Island.

An eerie blood moon floats above the velvety night with a smiling face.

There is no star, only a moon.

Darkness enveloped the island, and eerie sounds echoed in the air.

If you listen carefully, players will hear the voices of friends and family members who have passed away.

They gently called the player's name, as gentle as water, penetrated into the player's heart little by little, pried open the hard shell, and touched the soft heart.

Those voices whispered hatred, whispered betrayal.

He told about the sins of those people next to him, and told about their greed and ambition.

The gentle voice bewitches players to act first.

Kill your companions in the most brutal way.

Pull out their intestines and hang them up.

Pull out the bone again, and put it in a twisted and weird posture.

From time to time, someone will look crazy and use props to other players, taking advantage of their unpreparedness.

"You all want me to die, you all want me to die, so you can't blame me. I just want to live, live."

"Why is this!! Why do I have to live in such a ghost world, I don't want to be a player, I don't want to kill people, but I don't want to be a dog for others, I don't want to die, so please go to hell, go to death .”

The house closest to Qiuchen let out the player's cries of madness.

It looked like a lunatic with a nervous breakdown, his roar was like a cornered beast, helpless and full of aggression.

The cruelty and tyranny of players in the real world is not without reason.

The pressure they are under is beyond the imagination of non-players.

Betrayal, calculation, killing.

The most unbearable and despicable acts of human nature will happen in the game.

In desperation and loneliness, fight those unspeakable monsters alone.

In this game, the friendship that can be entrusted to the back is more precious and rare than top-level props.

They bear everything, but they can't tell it. They are afraid of showing their weaknesses, and they are afraid of becoming the target of other players' fools and fun.

They are like lonely beasts, using their fangs and claws to declare that they are not to be trifled with.

Qiuchen sat on the tea table by the window, the light in the room would be swallowed by darkness if it didn't shine far.

Those weird creatures hid outside the light and made rustling sounds.

The silver bug that was watching him was flying around the tea table at this moment.

Items from reincarnation games are very magical items for ordinary people who have little knowledge.

But to the empire, it was rubbish to fool people.

[Surveillance bugs, users can use this item to monitor the target, and the range of the item is 20km]

Such a large usage range is enough to cover regular copies.

For players, this is a nice prop.

Qiu Chen's evaluation is that this rubbish prop is better than a drone.

It's fancy, but it's not as good as a simple industrial assembly line product.

Of course, the bug's target is small enough, which is still better than the drone.

Used to explore some weird rooms, weird areas, small things are quite useful

He didn't directly kill the bug that watched him.

Instead, it can create enough illusions to deceive the opponent.

Watching these pretentious players collect information, speculate on game mechanics, and put on an expression of don't touch me, or kill your whole family from time to time, it's still a lot of fun.

If he is willing to spend some money, he can also hack into the dungeon, modify the data of this silver bug, and take control of it.

Qiu Chen was naturally not interested in doing such a thing, he just wanted to tease the other party and have some fun.

It has always been Qiu Chen's principle to show some tolerance to those who are about to die.

Both Li Te and Si held props and watched Qiu Chen who was showing off his tea art with wary faces.

Qiu Chen didn't care, but was making tea methodically and according to the steps.

After the last step, he poured the green tea into the teacup and said, "Sit down, drinking a sip of hot tea is a good treat in such a late night."

"Do you think we're going to drink tea from someone who broke into our room rashly?" Si tensed up like a beast about to attack.

His words were low, with a suppressed anger.

"If it were me, I wouldn't either." Qiu Chen said with a smile: "But this is the most suitable and sincere way of talking that I can think of. Even if you don't drink, it's okay to sit down and chat .”

"We're not interested in chatting. The best way to express our sincerity is to get out of here now." Si said.

"Are you really not interested? You must know that you will die here. Even if it is not for yourself, you should also consider your friends? It will become a sacrificial existence."

"We will find a way to clear the customs by ourselves, you don't need to worry about this."

"You can't pass the level, because I will pass the level tomorrow. After I pass the level, do you know what the remaining players will become?"

"You're lying, how can normal players collect clues in one day?"

"I never said that I'm a normal player." Qiu Chen took a sip of tea and said with a smile, "One day to observe you and one day to clear the dungeon. Otherwise, if it takes too long, it will affect the performance."

"Who the hell are you?" Lite asked, "Who would take the customs clearance copy as performance?"

"This matter is very complicated. For people like you who have not studied much, it is an incomprehensible thing. You can think that I am a member of a player organization, and I am recruiting you now. The prepaid remuneration is in This time in the dungeon, you will be taken away alive."

"Although I am a player, I am also a Ph.D. with degree certificates in multiple disciplines." Lite said.

When Qiu Chen heard this, he couldn't help complaining.

Lite is indeed a wonder among players.

After becoming a player, who would take the doctoral exam and obtain a degree certificate? That's not what those people who can't become a player do.

No matter how good the technology is, is it comparable to Weili's own?

Qiu Chen showed a smile.

"Since you are a doctor, do you know what the structure of the universe depends on? Which genetic information data cannot be changed, and which can be changed? How should the flow rate of time be divided? How much energy loss will be generated between dimension increase and dimension reduction? ?When cutting the universe space, how to avoid the serial collapse of other space structures?

"If you can understand these, I will tell you the truth. Otherwise, even if I tell you, you won't understand."

'I am confident that I can understand. "

"You use the quantum theory to teach the priests of the tribal era, are you sure you can teach them? You have confidence, but I don't." Qiuchen said with a smile.

All his knowledge was forcibly implanted by the empire, so he only knows a little superficially, and still teaches others?

But that doesn't stop him from pretending.

It's a rare opportunity.

In the future, when people enter the imperial system and become colleagues, and have more knowledge, it will not be easy to fool around.

Now I can still maintain a strong style, and it is also good for the body and mind to dress more.

"Now is not the time to talk about this." Si stopped Lite from continuing to speak, then turned to look at Qiu Chen and said, "What do you mean? You said you can pass the level, what proof do you have?"

"Of course, I have already grasped the truth about this sacrificial island. Do you think I can pass the level?" Qiu Chen said.

ps: Let’s do the math, how much do I still owe.