191: Chapter 191 The Final Attack

As for that high-yield nuclear bomb, its target was naturally only one: to blast through the core of that four-kilometer-long Hive Ship!

Lin Li straightened his body, his gaze passing through the viewport.

"The time is ripe; it is time to carry out the final decapitation strike against this vanguard fleet!"

Time was not on his side. The presence of a vanguard absolutely meant that a much larger main force was following behind!

The adaptability and troop-spawning capabilities displayed by just this single vanguard fleet had already made things somewhat difficult for the Spark Alliance.

When the true main force descended, it would absolutely be a terrifying sight that blotted out the sky!

Both in terms of quantity and quality, it would be far beyond what they could contend with now.

Therefore, he had to eliminate this vanguard at the fastest possible speed.

Then, he needed to quickly consolidate all industrial production capacity and population within the Yuanwang Star System to make final preparations for the impending true war.

Furthermore, the progress of the system's main storyline mission had already been completed.

The players had currently set foot on all celestial planets within the Yuanwang Star System.

The access rights for the 7th underground level of the Fire Seed Shelter had been successfully unlocked!

It was just that Lin Li had been commanding operations in space all this time and simply hadn't had the time to return home to receive this big gift package.

"Old Seven!"

Lin Li turned around abruptly and issued the final combat order.

"Immediately filter the backend! Send a separate assembly notice to the one thousand players with the highest levels and best equipment on the entire server!"

"Have them report to the sea breeze no. 9 immediately! Form an elite decapitation squad to conduct a core boarding assault on the Hive Ship!"

"At the same time, broadcast to the entire server! Notify all players participating in the campaign to launch a full-scale assault on the remaining frigates of the Hive fleet! Draw the attention of the Hive Mind completely over to them to create conditions for the elite squad's infiltration and boarding!"

"Received! The supreme command has been issued!"

...

Before long, the spacious rear hangar of the sea breeze no. 9 was already buzzing with voices.

When Ming Shen, Flash, Miracle Walker, and Liver Emperor, along with a few other hardcore veteran "workhorses," arrived at the sea breeze no. 9 on a barge.

Many players had already gathered here, densely packed.

Because this assembly mission had strict level and equipment threshold requirements.

Therefore, the vast majority of those screened by the system into this decapitation squad were veteran players who had entered the game in the first four batches.

Everyone saw each other constantly on the forums and in various campaigns, and they were all very familiar with one another.

As soon as they landed, everyone gathered in groups of three or five and began to chat recklessly.

Miracle Walker, carrying a plasma rifle, spotted that conspicuous Minotaur in the crowd at a glance.

He saw Makabazi wearing a set of heavy Power Armor that clearly didn't fit him well, with a necklace of fangs—plucked from some unknown bug—hanging across his chest.

Miracle Walker walked over with a smile and patted the Minotaur's broad shoulders forcefully:

"Old Cow! I heard you guys at Bear Ridge have made a fortune recently?"

Makabazi was well-versed in the principle of not flaunting wealth.

His cow face instantly collapsed, and he waved his hands repeatedly, pouring out his grievances:

"What fortune? Who are you listening to? Our legion is so poor right now we're almost begging on the streets! We went to the surface of the agricultural planet to fight those low-level bugs this time and didn't get any profit at all—not even a single piece of equipment dropped!"

As soon as he finished speaking.

Liver Emperor, standing nearby, directly called his bluff:

"Old Cow, that's not honest of you. Why are you pretending to be poor?"

Liver Emperor raised an eyebrow.

"Didn't your guild just secretly acquire a huge chunk of a Tyranid frigate wreckage and transport it back to the Prison Planet? You haven't forgotten that the Prison Planet is our territory, have you? You moved such a huge mountain of meat in, did you think we were blind?"

The lie was exposed on the spot.

Makabazi awkwardly scratched his horns and let out a dry, embarrassed laugh:

"Hey! That was just some trash nobody wanted! It was all smelly, rotten meat—worthless, really worthless!"

Compared to the Minotaur's low-key act of pretending to be poor.

On the other side, Flame Fist was truly a super attention-seeker!

As soon as this kid saw Miracle Walker, Liver Emperor, and the other guild bigshots gathered together, his eyes lit up, and he squeezed in front of the group who were talking in two or three steps.

Flame Fist crossed his arms, lifted his chin at a forty-five-degree angle, and spoke in the lonely tone unique to an expert:

"It's really strange. How come you were all looking at me the moment I walked in? How... did you know I just got the server-wide first kill of a Tyrant?"

Flame Fist paused deliberately, emphasizing his tone.

"And, it was a solo kill of a giant elite specimen standing five or six meters tall."

Everyone was speechless.

Liver Emperor rolled his eyes dramatically: "Who asked you? What kind of crazy fit are you throwing here?"

Flame Fist was completely immune to reason and just loved to show off.

He selectively ignored Liver Emperor and began his performance on his own:

"You guys have no idea how dangerous the situation was at the time! Do you know how I hacked it to death?"

Flame Fist gestured wildly while speaking.

"I did a sliding tackle, slid right under that giant beast's crotch! Then, I backhanded it with a slap! Then I leaped high into the air and delivered a powerful, heavy elbow strike..."

"Stop, stop, stop!"

The nearby player Elbow-Strike Helicopter really couldn't listen anymore, and he ruthlessly interrupted Flame Fist's spellcasting.

"I've seen the video you posted on the forum! That Tyrant was at most four meters tall! How did it become a giant specimen of five or six meters in your mouth? Your exaggeration is way too severe!"

Having his falsified battle record exposed on the spot, his expression didn't change in the slightest.

"Ahem! That's not important! Don't worry about the details of height and weight!"

Flame Fist forced the topic back.

"Don't you want to know how I used my sword to chop off its head?"

At this moment, from the other end of the hangar, a marketplace-style hawking sound suddenly came!

"Come, come! Make way! Freshly cooked, top-tier delicacy!"

This Dumpling Is Also Delicious was seen carrying a heavy insulated alloy box, jogging all the way into the crowd, shouting loudly:

"Charcoal-grilled Termagant hind legs! The number one delicacy in the Warhammer universe! Don't miss it as you pass by!"

"Friendly reminder! Only brothers with a character level of 24 or above, or those with maxed-out resistance stats, can eat this! Those below level 24 who eat it won't be able to suppress the genetic contamination and will mutate into Genestealers on the spot—though, if you want to be a Genestealer, you can give it a try!"

Upon hearing that there was food, the players who were originally listening to Flame Fist brag instantly swarmed over.

Flash, smelling that strange meaty aroma drifting from the gaps in the insulated box, couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

"Holy crap, you actually managed to turn a bug into a dish?"

Flash leaned forward, rubbed his hands together, and asked, "Dumpling, how much for this grilled bug leg?"

Dumpling held up one finger: "100 Core Points per portion! Fair prices for all!"

"Holy crap! Why the hell don't you just go rob someone?!"

Flash widened his eyes and cursed loudly.

"I work myself to death on the front lines hacking Orks all day and only earn a few hundred points! You want 100 points for one grilled leg? That's enough for me to go back to Shelter and live frugally on synthetic starch for a whole month!"

Faced with the big customer's complaint, Dumpling remained unhurried, waving his hand with the profound air of someone who knew the business better than you.

"Flash, your statement is unprofessional. Do you think the meat of this Tyranid bug can just be thrown on a fire and eaten?"

Dumpling patted his chest and loudly popularized his hardcore cooking process.

"The cell activity of this thing is ridiculously strong! Do you have any idea how much effort it took me to completely neutralize the genetic toxins in this thing?"

"I specially commissioned a high-pressure braising pot made of pure refined gold! I controlled the temperature precisely at 559 degrees! I braised and roasted it through the bottom of the pot for three whole hours!"

Dumpling gestured with his fingers.

"If the temperature were even one degree higher, the meat would be tough and impossible to chew; if the temperature were one degree lower, the toxins wouldn't be killed!"

"Do you understand the technical cost involved in this? 100 points—I'm already selling it at a tearful clearance price!"

At this moment, other players around them also curiously crowded over, pointing at the insulated box.

After hearing this mystical explanation, Flash swallowed his saliva again.

Intense curiosity finally overcame his heartache over the points.

"Forget it, forget it! Since I'm already here, give me a portion to try!" Flash gritted his teeth and paid.

"Alright! The boss is generous!"

Dumpling laughed, and with quick hands, opened the sealed lid of the insulated box.

A wave of thick steam mixed with an exotic aroma rushed toward their faces.

In the box, many Termagant limbs, each a circle thicker than an adult's arm, lay quietly.

That layer of hard, purple-black carapace had been split in half, revealing the crystal-clear, clearly textured purple-red muscle inside.

Moreover, no seasoning had been sprinkled on the surface of the meat; it was completely original flavor.

Without a word, Flash pulled a steel skewer from his backpack, speared a piece of steaming bug meat, closed his eyes, stuffed it directly into his mouth, and bit down hard!

"Pfft!"

With one bite, the excessively abundant juices inside the bug meat instantly exploded and splattered!

Dumpling was prepared and did a smooth tactical lean backward, dodging the attack of the juices.

But the Player Pi She standing next to Flash watching the fun wasn't so lucky.

Those delicious juices hit him right in the face!

"Holy crap! Hot, hot, hot!"

The Player Pi She wiped the meat juice off his face while impatiently asking,

"Is the meat quality really this exaggerated?! Flash, how does it taste? Is there any sourness?"

Flash kept his eyes closed, chewing heartily while carefully savoring the flavor in his mouth.

A moment later, he opened his eyes abruptly and gave a thumbs up.

"Mmm! The meat quality is top-notch!"

Flash gave a very fair culinary evaluation.

"The fibers are thick, and it tastes like the fresh, sweet flavor of deep-sea lobster, but when chewed, it has the firm, bouncy texture of double-headed abalone! There's not a hint of fishiness! Truly excellent!"

After the evaluation, Flash changed the subject, feeling heartache over the points again.

"But having said that, even if it tastes great, 100 points is still fucking too expensive!"

Dumpling was just about to roll up his sleeves to retort.

Just at this moment.

The heavy airlock door at the back of the hangar slowly opened.

Lin Li strode into the noisy rear cabin.

As soon as he entered, Lin Li's nose twitched.

He keenly smelled the strange aroma of roasted meat permeating the air, and his gaze instantly locked onto the insulated box surrounded by the crowd.

Smelling that aroma, even the composed Lin Li couldn't help but have his Adam's apple bob up and down involuntarily, and he couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva in secret.

"What is that smells so good?"

Lin Li muttered in his heart, but he quickly forced down this thought that didn't fit his cold NPC image.

Now was not the time for a picnic party.

He strode to the high platform in front of the crowd, looking down at the one thousand most elite players of The Fourth Calamity on the entire server.

The originally noisy hangar instantly fell silent after seeing the leader appear.

All the players stopped what they were doing and looked at Lin Li in unison.

Lin Li cleared his throat and straightened his face.

"Warriors."

"Small talk time is over."

"Now, it is time to completely crush that vanguard fleet of the Tyranids!"