The Fourth Disaster: You said that the human race is weak in the interstellar space?

Black blood filled the weapon.

In an instant, Samantabhadra Bodhisattva felt the feel of the Gatling gun in his hand.

"Yes, it's this heavy feeling. It feels so good. This is the feeling in the game. Hahahaha. I am a Bodhisattva. I have realized it."

Samantabhadra Bodhisattva originally held the Gatling gun with one hand, but now he needs both hands to lift it at the same time.

The manic energy seemed to urge him to fire immediately.

He Song suddenly saw a flame coming out of the Gatling gun in Samantabhadra Bodhisattva's hand, and it was aimed at the fog that had not yet dispersed.

There are still many players there.

"Oi! Bodhisattva, don't mess around. This is offline. If your weapons really bomb out, a lot of players will die."

He Song rushed forward and held down the Gatling gun. The surging energy exploded out all of a sudden, and countless bullets circled and swept towards the ground.

The Buddhist disciples who were standing next to Samantabhadra Bodhisattva rolled and crawled away from him.

"What a powerful weapon."

The bald man's eyes lit up when he looked at the Gatling gun in Samantabhadra Bodhisattva's hand.

Although they are Buddhists, they have been accepting incense in temples for many years and have long stopped practicing.

Compared with the disciples of other Taoist temples, he is a lot rounder, but he still has the necessary sense of propriety.

I saw those disciples of the Xuanmen sect before, all of them were frantically buying those weapons, and these Buddhist monks also bought a lot.

Now, after seeing the methods of Samantabhadra Bodhisattva, they looked at each other with great excitement.

"This weapon uses this weird flesh and blood as energy, right? I'll try it too." A fat monk was excited and trembling, holding a weapon that looked like a candle that he had bought before, and was ready to poke it at the clown.

But the next second, the clown's sharp claws grabbed the fat monk while he was grabbing around.

All other humans dodged its attack.

The clown now doesn't care whether the person he catches is a young man or not, as long as it can replenish his energy, as long as it can replenish his energy!

The clown's sharp claws pierced into the monk's flesh almost instantly, and then he grabbed him and opened his huge mouth full of teeth to bite the fat monk.

"Ah, save me...save me..."

The monk died screaming, blood gushing out, and the players came to their senses only after they smelled the strong smell of blood.

"Fuck, how come this guy doesn't even know the basic positioning?" He Song turned around and asked subconsciously.

Then we discovered that the monk had not come back online and died with his eyes open.

The expression of fear on the corpse instantly brought He Song and other players back to their senses.

What the hell.

This is not a game!

Samantabhadra's rotating Gatling gun had already reached the clown: "I was just about to say that, fellow donors, it seems that because of fighting monsters, you can no longer distinguish between the game and reality."

Yingluomazong and Zangyi had also put on protective armor at this time. The Astartes team suddenly appeared among the crowd of players. On the surface of their armor, there was a protective energy shield.

Holding a fully charged weapon in his hand, Ying Luo Ma Zong walked into the thick fog with heavy steps, holding a broadsword.

"Astartes Squad, kill all monsters, collect the flesh and blood, and arrange the actions of other players. Some other humans who are not players appeared in this gathering, and they are suspected to be ordinary people."

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

Among the players, only those in the Astartes squad like to wear heavy armor for no reason.

But at this time, it has become a kind of protection.

Most players, when they are initially unable to distinguish between the game and reality, are able to display strong operating skills at the same level as in the game.

But when you really get injured and find that there is no way to reduce the pain, you will be frightened, and the strength you can exert will drop rapidly.

"Wow, that's awesome! The Astartes team is really awesome. Wait, where's the Timeless Planet? Where is the Timeless Planet? I also want to buy two sets of offline armor!"

The thick fog was still there, and the smell of blood guided the Astartes squads forward.

But more players have begun looking for the Timeless Star.

at this time.

In another conference room, Wu Shixing, who was having a guild team-building activity, was feasting on a meal.

"It's delicious, Old Ancestor Tatian, this is delicious, come and try it. Damn, when I usually order takeout at home, I only order from a few restaurants. I'm tired of eating from them over and over again. The conference room in this hotel is so difficult to book, I thought the meal was just average."

Wu Shixing didn't behave like a rich second-generation kid at all in front of the players in the guild.

On the contrary, he was a complete loser. He didn't say anything at the beginning and just kept eating.

The entire place where the plastic man was combined was filled with the sound of people eating.

"Send all these delicious dishes to the group of people who cooked them later. What are those dishes made in the game called? They are not as delicious as the ones I ordered for takeout." Wu Shixing said with a puffy mouth.

Patriarch Tatian didn't say anything at all and just kept eating.

Just at this time.

There were several screams from outside.

The plastic worker sitting at the door opened the door and looked out, and saw several waiters running. It seemed that something scary had appeared.

The plastic man became even more curious, and he stuck his head out from the door and looked outside frantically.

A bloody hand stretched out from the door.

The plastic guy was startled, "Hey, brother, you stink, keep your hand away."

Chi Sanke paused and got up from the ground angrily.

His hand was cut by a monster covered with sharp blades when he was fighting monsters in Hall 3088.

Chi Sanke: "Is Wu Shixing here? I have a big business to do with him, right now."

The glue guy tilted his head and said, "Dry food, have you eaten yet, brother?"

"I didn't eat it." Chi Sanke grabbed the snack handed over by the glue man, stuffed it into his mouth, then pressed the wound on his hand before walking in.

Seeing the hall full of delicious food and the plastic workers looking very satisfied after eating.

A certain hatred towards the rich began to grow in Chi Sanke's heart.

They are all a bunch of capitalists.

They are capitalists in the game, but offline, if they knew those strange creatures could provide energy, they would probably become even crazier.

So that matter must be kept secret!

"Brother, are you hurt?" Wu Shixing was still chewing something when he walked over and saw the player who said he had a big business to do, staring at him.

He thought this guy hadn't eaten anything, so he passed over several plates that he thought were quite delicious.

"Would you like to eat something first? We have something to stop the bleeding, fish, fish, fish, take it, take it."

The offline Wu Shixing looks younger than the online one.

She has short messy hair, a fair face, and slightly silly eyes.

No matter how you look at it, it has nothing to do with capitalists.

"Um, I want to buy ten protective armors, something nice."

Wu Shixing: "How can the things produced by our group not look good? They are all here, but they don't have the special effects in the game, but there is absolutely no problem with offline cosplay. This series is very beautiful, and there are also ones for girls. Just look at them. We are all players. The price is given to you at the internal price. We make a profit from the manual labor, 80 yuan each."

eighty!

Chi Sanke began to feel guilty.

Damn, am I judging others by my own standards? This group of people...

Chi Sanke turned his head and looked at the plastic workers who were still stuffing things into their mouths.

Those who make plastic models are all real hand-made players.

What you earn is really just manual labor money.

Chi Sanke was feeling guilty.

Wu Shixing looked at him and thought that eighty was too expensive.

"We have new people in our group. They make it cheaper, but the quality is absolutely fine. They also provide the same warranty. I'll give you 65 yuan cheaper. How about that?"

The Wu Shi Xing Group is getting bigger and bigger. Many new players heard that the plastic guys can make money and flocked to join them.

Wu Shixing himself is of course rich, but many of the small players are penniless and have no money either online or offline.

Moreover, as the amount of gold coins in the game increases, the purchasing power of offline cash has actually increased a lot.

Wu Shixing called the plastic worker who had just opened the door not far away and said, "Yu Baiqing, didn't you just make a batch of armor? Sixty-five each, how about selling one hundred?"

"Sixty-five?" Yu Baiqing was stunned.

He looked straight at Wu Shixing. The armor was mass-produced on a small lathe he made himself.

The materials are also very cheap. A mass-produced thing can be sold for sixty-five yuan each, right?

He had previously priced himself offline and as long as there were players who wanted it, he would sell it for twenty yuan.

"Goodbye, seventy yuan each." Chi Sanke began to feel uneasy.

After transferring the money, he took the things and ran away.

These plastic guys are too naive. He took the armor and sold it for 100 yuan each! He is the capitalist.

(I worked overtime today, so only one chapter)