"Damn! The development team is at it again, the Gate of Divine Punishment has been replicated! The damn Werewolves' plague buckets are falling! Run, brothers!"
The crew of the five steam walkers left on station eight to hold the line and provide support have gone mad. Hell Tiger is almost staring as those plague buckets fall and take effect.
He truly didn't expect the development team of "Real Different World" to be so ruthless and use plague weapons in such a realistic environment. Aren't you bastards afraid of leaving the players with incurable psychological scars?
But given the situation, he couldn't afford to think any longer.
It seemed in an instant, the previously bustling station eight fell silent, greenish smoke was everywhere, obviously toxic, and soldiers around began dropping one after another.
Fortunately, the crew reacted extremely fast.
