227: Chapter 228 Whether it's strong or not is a matter of one version.

Reality.

Industrial Buzzcut, having been busy all day, took off his immersive helmet, stretched, and climbed off his slightly messy single bed.

Even though he had spent the whole night in the Warhammer Universe, under immense mental pressure, driving a mining ship and picking up corpse debris.

Thanks to the black-tech-like deep sleep neural anchoring technology, he still felt refreshed and calm upon waking up the next day.

Even his cervical spondylosis, caused by years of looking at his phone, felt much better.

Industrial Buzzcut shuffled in his slippers, walked into the bathroom to wash up, and casually ordered his usual takeout of pan-fried buns on his phone.

The delivery arrived quickly.

Industrial Buzzcut carried the steaming pan-fried buns, went to his study, opened his computer, and habitually prepared to browse the official Fire Seed forum to see if there was any fun to be had.

However, after entering the forum homepage, he keenly noticed something abnormal.

There seemed to be far fewer new posts today!

Especially the veteran player bigwigs who always liked to write long posts sharing various unit combinations and defensive tactics—they were all eerily silent today!

Not even a peep.

Even more outrageous was that the veteran lecherous player who claimed to 'eat soft rice hard' and updated his serialized diary 'How to Romance Hive City Female NPCs' on the forum every single day without fail, had actually stopped updating today!

"Hmm? What's going on?"

Industrial Buzzcut took a bite of the pan-fried bun, his brow slightly furrowed,

"The atmosphere in this forum feels wrong. It's chillingly quiet. Don't tell me this crappy game is finally getting banned and shut down by the higher-ups because of its excessive gore and violence?"

"I knew it! You can do anything in this crappy game, from robbery to stealing homes, with zero bottom line. It definitely wouldn't last long!"

Industrial Buzzcut slapped his thigh with some annoyance,

"Damn it, what a huge loss! If the server shuts down, my mining ship hasn't even broken even yet! And I haven't even had a chance to date that widow NPC in the tavern yet!"

Filled with doubt and worry, Industrial Buzzcut exited the dead-silent forum.

He clicked on the QQ icon in the bottom right corner of his computer and entered the earliest game group—'I Also Want Happiness'.

As soon as he entered, he discovered that the unread message count in the group had already reached '99+'!

And the group messages were refreshing at a crazy speed.

His intuition, honed from years of internet surfing, told him that something earth-shattering must have happened in the game!

He quickly scrolled up with his mouse to the very top of the chat history from early this morning to start reading.

[Praise Ming Shen]: @Everyone. Brothers, you've all received the system's private message notification, right?

[Liver Emperor]: Received. I contacted players from several other legions before logging off just now.

Basically, any high-combat-power player above level 30 received that emergency assembly order at the same time.

[Why Panic When I Have Flash]: This doesn't feel right! Weren't we doing just fine before? As long as we honestly defended around The Guardian, using the Macro Cannon cover to kite and board.

Then whittling them down with dull knives, we would eventually be able to exhaust this bug fleet to death.

Why the sudden mandatory assembly order to go all-out regardless of cost? There's no need to gamble on that boarding probability against the bugs, is there?

[Miracle Walker]: The Boss isn't stupid either. If he suddenly changed to such a risky tactic, there must be a reason!

[Praise Ming Shen]: Walker is right.

There must be some sudden external factor we don't know about that is forcing the Boss to eliminate this Zerg fleet as quickly as possible at any cost!

[Praise Ming Shen] continued analyzing: According to the Warhammer Universe background settings, our area belongs to the chaotic Ghoul Stars!

There are quite a few potential fatal external factors.

For example, those sleeping Necrons nearby might have suddenly awakened;

Or space pirates like the Ashen Claws have set their sights on us.

Or even... the tentacles of other Zerg fleets have reached this system, preparing to surround us! None of these are impossible!

[Makabazi]: That analysis makes sense.

But if so, if The Guardian pushes full speed ahead, it will increase the distance from the Mobius Prime in the rear!

Wouldn't those large swarms of bugs be able to bypass the defense line even more unscrupulously and sneak attack our rear?

[Praise Ming Shen]: There's really no help for it.

You can't have your cake and eat it too. Who told our alliance not to have enough heavy fire platforms?

We can only count on the players left on the surface.

[This Dumpling Is Also Delicious]: Come on! Let the bugs come! You might not believe this when I say it.

Penny, that farmer, had Rocket Coal-Burner build a ridiculously extreme tank a few days ago.

That stitched-together tank definitely has a machine spirit! It's insanely wicked! It kills bugs like mowing grass!

[Why Panic When I Have Flash]: Damn? What's going on? Give us the details!

[This Dumpling Is Also Delicious]: Heaven's secrets cannot be leaked.

I won't go into details. You'll know when you see the real thing later.

It will absolutely shock you for a whole year!

[Why Panic When I Have Flash]: ??? Riddlers, get out of Gotham!

Seeing this, Industrial Buzzcut let out a long sigh of relief.

So, the game isn't shutting down.

It's just that the main storyline has suddenly entered the white-hot final battle stage! All the bigwigs have logged on to prepare for battle!

"It's the final battle, huh? Why am I still eating pan-fried buns!"

Industrial Buzzcut shoved the remaining half of the bun into his mouth, put the helmet back on his head, "Brothers, wait for me! I'm coming to pick up the fresh corpses!"

Warhammer Universe.

Mobius System, deep space.

At this moment, at the giant docking port at the bottom of The Guardian orbital fortress, which was getting further and further away from the surface in the rear.

Ming Shen, wearing a set of fine Power Armor, led over three hundred core high-combat-power players from the Scourge Legion who were above level 30, filing down from heavy armored shuttles.

This was the first time since The Guardian was completed that they had truly boarded the interior of this vast fortress, which was like a miniature city.

Around the docking port, a large number of fully armed Central Army soldiers composed of native NPCs were guarding strictly.

The area of this docking port was astonishingly large, besides parking the players' shuttles.

There were also many giant transport ships from the surface, rumbling and unloading various unprocessed crude metal mineral materials, not finished Macro Cannon ammunition.

Clearly, as Ming Shen had expected, inside this huge The Guardian, there was a completely independent, complete military factory capable of mass-producing heavy artillery live ammunition.

As long as the minerals kept coming, its Macro Cannons could fire forever.

Countless automatic loading crawler vehicles were running non-stop, looking very busy.

But Ming Shen knew in his heart.

Because The Guardian was currently pushing full speed into the Zerg nest, the distance from the Mobius Prime in the rear was getting further and further. Once the exchange of fire began, the supply line would be cut.

I'm afraid this batch of minerals being unloaded in front of us is the last batch of supplies before the final battle.

Ming Shen looked around and noticed that the thick armored walls of the docking port were covered with large pits and claw marks corroded by high-concentration acid.

Clearly, quite a few boarding bugs had tried to forcibly tear open a gap here and invade the interior of The Guardian in the past few days, experiencing fierce hand-to-hand combat.

Ming Shen looked again at the tall Central Army soldiers responsible for the defense.

Although these soldiers had the fatigue of continuous fighting on their faces, their overall spirit was exceptionally firm, without the slightest fear of retreat.

There had long been research-oriented players on the forum who analyzed that the genetic modification source of these tough NPCs came from our mysterious faction Boss.

Now it seems that they are indeed very elite.

Just after the Scourge Legion finished assembling and lining up.

Outside the docking port, a large number of shuttles landed one after another.

The player ikun True Fan also arrived at the scene with elite players from the Galactic Empire Stormtroopers who were above level 30.

As competitors, the two sides nodded to each other with tacit understanding, and then stood in their respective designated assembly areas.

Immediately after, batches of elite players from different guilds arrived separately.

Except for the Beastman from Bear Ridge, who had to stay in biological warships because their bodies were too large.

Basically, all high-level players in the entire server who had reached level 30 or above and had certain combat experience were pulled to The Guardian by this order from Lin Li!

The total number of people was nearly ten thousand!

The air was filled with a suffocating, murderous atmosphere of a storm about to arrive.

And just at this moment.

Everyone in the ranks clearly felt a rhythmic vibration coming from the metal floor under their feet!

The main engine of The Guardian increased the propellant injection volume again, and the fortress was accelerating crazily forward.

"Old Ming!"

Just as Ming Shen was lost in thought, a rough voice came from the side.

I saw Flame Fist, wearing a brand-new Power Armor, swaggering over with a few muscular brutes,

"If I didn't guess wrong this time, calling all of us high-combat-power players here should also be for an assault boarding battle, right?"

Ming Shen turned his head, looked up and down at Flame Fist's outfit, which could be described as flashy to the extreme, and was instantly speechless.

"Are you f***ing doing Cosplay here? Cosplaying as the Primarch Rogal Dorn?"

I saw that on the expensive dark gold gene-enhanced Power Armor that Flame Fist was wearing, he had very flashily welded various completely redundant, useless pure gold skull and double-headed eagle decorative pendants!

Not only that, this kid even dyed his hair a blinding white, and was holding a huge thunder two-handed Warhammer!

"How is it! Handsome, right!"

Flame Fist waved his Warhammer and struck a bodybuilding pose,

"Strength is a version-specific thing, but being handsome is for a lifetime!"