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

hum!

Above the blue planet, the warships roared.

All the players raised their heads, they sensed the coming storm.

"There's going to be a war!"

"Hahaha, is the glory of our human race about to begin now?"

"I will definitely win this battle!"

"It's okay. I will take action when necessary."

The posers have already started their passionate performance.

There are crazy players everywhere.

Mo Yun looked at the humans on the ground who were still spitting out embarrassing words, and he was silent for a moment.

It stands to reason.

As his master's strongest armor, Mo Yun should support his master's decision without a second thought.

But as a combat mecha that has already awakened its intelligence, he is very skeptical about the mental state of his master's tribesmen.

Ok.

The four words "open your spiritual wisdom" were told to him by his clansmen.

"Master, is it really okay to leave the battle to them?" Mo Yun asked.

Wei Yuan, who was connecting the data stream, paused for a moment.

When he lowered his head, he saw a few players, with their hands on their hips, laughing loudly.

Shifting my gaze, I saw another player making the Ultraman laser-shooting gesture with his hands.

Whoever sees this scene, wouldn’t shudder inwardly?

Weiyuan is no exception.

to be frank.

He originally planned to find some calm players.

And he does the same when he chooses to summon players.

Even most players prefer competitive games in real life.

but.

He never expected it.

There will be some fun people mixed in among your own players.

By the time he reacted, almost all the players had been contaminated.

Wei Yuan thought about it.

Maybe, probably, something went wrong when the first batch of players were summoned in.

Two lines of hot tears fell from Wei Yuan's heart.

Now even if he wants to return the goods, there is no way.

But on the surface, Wei Yuan pretended to be confident and nodded calmly:

"They are my people, and they know how to act in moderation."

Proportionate?

Players will only say: What is the right way to go?

[All players, select your warships and assemble immediately. The commander-in-chief of this battle has been determined.]

[During the battle, all players will be transferred to the same channel. Please be prepared.]

Feng Chuipipi looked at the system message and cursed in a low voice: "The candidate for the commander-in-chief will definitely be chosen from the original thirty veteran players!"

"Damn it, I entered the game later than them, this is not fair!!!"

After cursing for a few words, he heard the voices of other players.

"Fuck, who is so bold to open the microphone? Blatantly rant in a public group?"

"Hahaha, and this guy hasn't even turned on the anonymous mode, @风吹屁屁, you're awesome!"

"It's awesome!"

Even Xingchen and others who had already arrived at the war zone could hear Maili's clear complaints about the wind blowing his butt.

Xingchen: “6.”

Begging in secret: "Damn, the wind blows my ass, buddy really didn't misjudge you, you are a man!"

Makkabaka: "Hahahaha, Fengchui, you are so awesome. The battle hasn't even started yet, and you're already planning to fight our commander-in-chief?"

Oil Thief: "I have to say something fair for the old players. We also made it by working!"

The wind blows on people's butts and makes them stupid.

What the hell, why did you add everyone to the group so quickly?

And why was the mic turned on from the beginning?

Isn't this just a complete scam?

The planning of "Interstellar Terran" is as bad as ever!

He quickly turned off the microphone.

Then it became dejected, like an eggplant hit by frost.

Seeing the wind blowing her butt with her head drooping, it was rare for it to look up from her homepage and look over: "What are you doing?"

"Sister Xue, I seem to have offended someone."

It’s snowing. I didn’t pay attention to the news in the group at all, so I immediately shifted my attention.

"Tell me about it, I'll help you solve it."

"It can't be solved." Feng Chuipi sighed, "If it were offline, Sister Xue, your strength would be unquestionable, but we are in the game, ah, it's my bad luck."

"Sister Xue, you don't know that these gamers are fearless and capable of doing anything. What I said just now must have offended the commander-in-chief."

"This game is a scam, letting veteran players be the commanders."

"Who knows what this mysterious commander will do? He will definitely punish me..."

I've never played games much before.

In their circle, it is not uncommon for one sentence to offend people.

So his old man Deng in his family always reminded him to be careful with what he said and did.

Originally, I didn't care at all if the wind blew on my butt.

Even in their own circles, they are known for their bad temper.

But in this game.

Players, who cares how much money his family has?

We all come here to play games, and in the minds of players, being bad is the original sin.

He said the wrong thing, and he was a little nervous.

That mysterious old player, wouldn't he really mess with him?

In a few seconds, he thought of countless possibilities, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he might be tricked.

"Is this all you want?" Xiaxue La closed her homepage and calmly glanced at Feng Biepi who was still in emo.

"First of all, in the game, everyone is just playing, don't take your previous small circles as a standard, no one is that petty."

"Secondly."

It snowed and chuckled: "The mysterious and chicken-hearted commander you described..."

"it's me!"

"Oh, yes...what is it?"

Feng Chui Pi Pi's eyes suddenly widened: "!!!"

"Fuck!!!"

"Sister Xue, are you the commander-in-chief?!!!"

Fengchuipi's mouth opened wide and his head was shocked as if it had been struck by lightning.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck."

It’s snowing. I boarded the pilot battleship and opened the group chat interface.

She was about to issue an order.

Then I heard a strange sound in the group.

Wind Blows Butt: "Hahahahahahahahahahahaha."

"It's over, this guy must be crazy."

"Crazy, carry it away, next one."

"Ahem." The moment the sound of snow appeared in the microphone, the voices of all the players were suppressed.

"All players, board the ship immediately."

"Now, rely on the defense team to report to me the intelligence you have obtained."

"Secretly begging team, give the coordinates of the war zone."

"All pilot battleships, activate stealth mode and head towards the coordinate point."

"Eight warships will move as a group. My warship will be the main warship. Let's go!"