"By the way, the fat worm was killed." The man in a black robe looked at the Chaos Warlock who was immersed in his works and said lightly: "I have got what I want and will leave here soon. If you are killed by my juniors, I will be happy to take over your position."

"That fool is just a small character, insignificant. If it does not die, I will kill it in a while." The Chaos Warlock in the mask carefully observed the situation in the fruit and said in an intoxicating tone: "Look at how great my Lord is, His control over life is simply fascinating."

"The inside of Anthony Harbor reported that a large army of paladins was about to arrive at the port, so don't let the believers of the pseudo-gods be too proud." The tone of the man in the black robe did not fluctuate: "I don't like them very much from beginning to end."

"Stop disturbing me, Palpatine." The Chaos Warlock's voice sounded from behind the mask: "Leave here with your immortal body, the decayed garbage from the old continent is summoning you."

"My name is Sidious now, this is my last warning." The figure of the man in the black robe gradually became distorted and dissipated in the air, but his voice was still clear: "Don't underestimate the apprentice, he is not an ordinary demon hunter, otherwise..."

"You will regret it." As the words fell, the former chief demon hunter master of the Cat School, who was renamed Sidious, disappeared in front of the Chaos Warlock.

"Demon Hunter, Hum." Chaos Warlock looked at the place where the other party disappeared with disdain: "Always so arrogant."

Then, the Chaos Warlock looked at the fruit in front of him with a sick look: "They will never understand that the greatness of the power of life is that only my master, the dirt, is the beginning and end of all things."

On the old continent, the People's Anti-intellectual Committee had established an underground management system specifically for players under the noses of the countries.

The trial court under the committee took less than a month to truly make EU players understand what it means to not die without committing suicide.

All players who try to replicate the advantages of modern technology to give themselves in the game have basically received warning letters.

All players who put the above-mentioned actions into practical actions have basically been investigated by the judges under the Inquisition.

Those who were found guilty of investigation were basically detained.

In the game, death cannot make players who don’t know the truth feel scared.

But those detained players quickly understood the fact that they either work hard to transform themselves or face secret police in reality.

Liberty and democracy are nothing in front of the authority of the League of Nations, or in other words, the major rogue regimes.

After playing the pirate game, Huang Laoxie handed over his pirate regime to another political commissar and continued to attack the commercial routes of the Woking Church in the sea.

That's right, regime.

Huang Laoxie entered the game at the beginning of the game's server launch. So far, the character level has reached level 11.

He is one of the first players in the world to cross the level 10 mark.

Although it is not the highest level, its combat effectiveness is definitely one of the most advanced people.

He took his men to play pirate games, and accidentally unified all the pirate forces in the Mediterranean waters, actually occupied twenty-seven islands, and led more than 30,000 natives living under his command.

Huang Shiren, who found that he had to make office approval documents after continuing to play, could not kill people quickly, decisively applied for replacement personnel and brought a group of backbone elements to form the court.

"We now have 12,723 people in detention." An adjutant reported to Huang Laoxie with parchment: "Most people expressed their willingness to cooperate with our labor reform policy."

"Let them clean up the island. Since we want to build underground forces, we must have a terrifying environment. The birds are singing and flowers are fragrant. They thought I would invite them to have tea." Huang Laoxie, with a fake leg, looked at the sunny island and said, "Give them a week to throw everything on the island related to beauty into the sea."

"The EU's labor union notified us that the actual working hours per day should not exceed six hours, and we must ensure that these players have double breaks every week and paid vacations." The adjutant said to Huang Laoxie as if he had seen a ghost: "That's what they wrote."

"Real time or game time?" Huang Laoxie spat on the ground and expressed his disdain.

"The above didn't say it." The adjutant looked like I understood.

"Then count it according to the actual time, work six hours a day." Huang Lao grinned: "Mobilize them to work overtime voluntarily and send them tools. I will see this place become a construction site tomorrow morning."

"I understand!" The adjutant tore the parchment in his hand to pieces and threw it on the ground.

"Xipi, carve that mountain into the shape of a skull for me, and then empty it. This will be our base in the future!" Huang Laoxie turned around and walked towards the sea ship behind him.

If anyone from the Temple of Wealth sees this warship painted black, he will find that this ship is their newly built flagship.

Now, the black skull flag is waving in the wind.

In the Loess Zone and the Northern Theater Command, more than one million players, under the command of their respective team battles, filled up defense lines with more than fifty kilometers horizontally.

Every year in March and April, when spring is in full bloom, the green army that hit the northern frozen wasteland will go south on a large scale, plundering enough food and consuming its excess population.

For the green skins, this year is the Chinese New Year. In previous years, the yellow shrimp who had been huddled behind the city wall and used spells and a large number of war tools to attack themselves actually took the initiative to walk out of the city wall!

"Waaagh!" A green-skinned boss over three meters tall and covered in bone armor roared excitedly. He had a premonition that a great fuck was right in front of him!

Ten kilometers later, an indigenous general dressed in a military general was trying hard to persuade the players in charge of this war zone: "You are wasting the lives of warriors! No one of those green barbarians can block their first wave of impact without a city wall!"

"You beat yours, I beat mine, we won't interfere with each other. This is the greatest respect I can give you, General Yue!" The player in military uniform wore a black big-brimmed hat and said solemnly: "You will see how we fight. In this world, we are the best soldiers, no one."

"Only defending, not attacking, is not our style." The big-brimmed hat raised its own musket: "More than three million troops are armed in the rear, waiting to go to the front line. They will join our front before we die."

"General Yue, I promise that there will never be any wars in the Great Wall under your feet!" After saying that, he held his head up and walked out of the wall with his head raised.
Chapter completed!