"Have you seen movies made by Earthlings?" A kitten suddenly spoke when he walked through the tall grass of Qimao.

"I haven't seen it." The kitten born from the parent star shook his head.

"I have seen a movie that describes the ancient wars of the Earthlings, the death fight between the three kings." A kitten from the centaur said, patting his chest.

"Idiot, that's the Three Kingdoms!" The kitten, who is familiar with the Seris culture, refuted.

"I have watched several modern war movies on Earth. I feel that the guys in our hands are worse than those in the movies I watched, but it seems that they are not much worse." A mixed-race man who is familiar with Earth culture sighed.

The proud voice of the kitten who had opened the topic seemed to have raised its tail to Marceau: "I've seen an old movie made by the Earthlings called 'Thin Red Line'. One of them is the same as our current situation, walking through the fog and jungle, and maybe there will be a chaotic base in front of it."

Marceau stopped, raised the cat with his left hand and turned his head to look at the kitten, who immediately widened his eyes.

Marceau made a low move, so the kittens followed Marceau quietly and carefully came to the edge of the grass. What appeared in front of the cats was a camp built in the woods, with chaos everywhere, and these guys didn't notice the kittens in the grass.

Take out a new bayonet from your waist and put it on the muzzle. The previous shotgun stock was damaged during the day-to-day skull attack, so Marceau obtained a new short-body musket, 5-shot bridge clamping, and a bolt-pull-loaded musket. I heard that this is for commanders only. Generally, kittens use a single-shot rear-loaded musket or shotgun.

Marceau stood up and walked out of the grass, and the raised short gun body and musket pointed at the half-sized ghost not far away. The Chaos was holding tea and serving a big block. The latter was drinking tea and did not notice the situation here at all. The half-sized ghost noticed it. The boy screamed. Marceau pulled the trigger and killed the big block. For these former political commissars in the imperial rebels from another world, Yu Gu could no longer express the evil attributes of this creature.

The gunshots were loud, and the kittens began to run and shoot. Behind them, the players on Earth were using their height to advance, while the square and pointed ears were responsible for cleaning the battlefield and finishing the break-out fish.

The half-sized ghost screamed for a while before he remembered to take out a musket from his waist and fight back, but it was too late. Marceau rushed past him, knocked him to the ground with a gun stock, and the kitten following him stabbed the bayonet into his back.

"Attack forward! Don't let them react!"

Marceau shouted loudly, pointing his muzzle at the chaos in the tree. The sentry was firing at the ground. The next second, the bullet shot from the musket in Marceau's hand penetrated his skull, and the body that was no longer controlled by will fell from the tree, but because one leg was tied to the tree, it hung there in a very funny position.

After rushing through the trench at the front of the camp, he swung the bayonets that gathered Chaos were stabbing over. Marceau stabbed one of them directly, and then the cat who pulled out the dagger stabbed the poisonous short blade from Chaos into the abdomen of the other Chaos. There was no need for Marceau to do the rest. The kittens used guns and bayonets to knock all the Chaos that gathered together to the ground. Only one kitten did not have time to dodge the bayonet and was pierced through the belly.

"Leave him to Fang Erduo behind! Continue attacking!" Marceau shouted loudly with the musket in his hand.

"Attack and move forward!" a kitten shouted.

If someone looked down from the sky at this time, they would see a wave from south to north sweeping over the camp at the foot of the mountain. As the tip of the wave, Marceau emptied the last 9mm bullet in the bullet bay, took out the bridge clamp from the bullet bag at his waist, and pressed the bullet into the bullet bay. The cat kept turning over the fence and looked at the large number of hospital beds in front of him and the wounded in it. The kittens didn't know what to do for a moment, and Marceau walked forward, shot down and pointed at his Chaos Doctor with a short knife: "Kill all these Chaos lackeys! They are not worthy of mercy!"

Although hesitated, after Marceau issued the order, the kittens immediately used bayonets and bullets to open the way through the entire medical area, and once again jumped over the wooden guardrail. Marceau put down the lame Chaos who wanted to escape with a buttstock, and then raised the buttstock and fell down until the chaos no longer struggled.

Since the Kitten people were inspired and sublimated by the Longerxi tribe, they believed that this world was a world of virtue and blood, and that kindness and rewards for ten times more, and rewards for a hundred rewards were the creed of kittens. In the Warhammer Century, massacre and extermination of cities were absolutely common for these rebels. The evil things done by these legions under the name of the evil god of Chaos were probably innumerable. Death was the only way out that Marceau could think of for these Chaos. These butchers who would surrender to Chaos did not deserve compassion and redemption. The gallows were even more decent ways to die for them. Their chaotic bodies rotted in the fields and polluted the environment.

"Pass an order, don't take prisoners!"

A team gathered together to block the chaos of the cats. A kitten butt stock knocked the collapsed Chaos to the ground. Several other kittens hugged the fire at the escaped Chaos, and the kitten stabbed the bayonet into the chest of Chaos who killed his friends. Marceau held the empty musket in his right hand, and took out the one-handed musket from his waist with his left hand, and performed a successful craniotomy operation by crawling out of the crater and trying to surrender.

There were dense gunshots coming from afar, and Marceau glanced at the source of the sound: "Let's go there!"

The kittens were divided into two teams, one team continued to attack and advance. Several kittens threw the fire glue onto the pile of corpses formed after the Chaos wounded soldiers died; a team led by Mahjong Maso rushed through the open space, and the cat rushed up the hill, and happened to see the other side having already exchanged fire with a large group of Chaos in a large forest clearing that lacked bunker. Both sides were attacking constantly. The kittens and the Earth players wanted to rush over, while the Chaos screamed and launched a counterattack. Some of the opponent's personnel had already started hand-to-hand combat in the open space, and some players simply took out a short axe and a dagger to fight in hand-to-hand combat. These things were more reliable.

Without words, Marceau raised his gun, and the newly loaded bullet shot out with the action of the striker, and the target in the hole should fall to the ground.

Kneeling on the ground with one leg, Maso pulled the bolt, and the shell was thrown out. As the bolt was reset, a new bullet was pushed in. This time the target was the roaring commander of Chaos, and the bullet penetrated its head.

The third bullet penetrated into Chaos' head, which was pinching the kitten beneath him. Most of the skull exploded. When the bolt was pulled, Marceau set the fourth target to Chaos' body, which had just pulled the bayonet from the player's chest. The bullet drilled into its side chest, and the murderer knelt on the ground without saying a word.

"Attack forward! The sharpshooter continues to suppress!"

When an order was issued, Marceau rushed down the hill first, and some kittens meowed and rushed down the hill, suppressed by firepower from the flanks. Chaos were completely unable to organize an effective counterattack, so more kittens and big men rushed out of the woodland in the south. Finally, when Marceau stabbed the second Chaos, Chaos' defense began to shake. When more and more kittens, the big men and sharp ears rushed out of the woodland, the collapse began. These Chaos began to escape. The kittens who followed Marceau began to shout Marceau's orders, so Chaos who raised their hands were stabbed down by a bayonet, and Chaos who escaped were shot to kill, while Chaos who fought stubbornly enjoyed the treatment of platoons. The grassland elves liked to attack and advance in the squad mode, and also liked these Chaos who fought stubbornly, and then used a bayonet to kill and gasp.

In the woodland, these chaos are even more difficult. The kittens' eyes are more adaptable to the environment of the woodland than them. Since their parent star, except for their big relatives, the kittens have never encountered decent opponents in the woodland. When Marceau led the kittens to chase out of the woodland, he saw the foot of the mountain not far away. Marceau took out a signal flare and shot towards the sky. This was a signal to attack the foot of the mountain.

Soon, signal flares were rising on both sides of Marceau.

"Are we supposed to be at the foot of the mountain?" asked a kitten.

"Of course, look at that evil pillar! Look! It seems to have become bigger!" A kitten exclaimed in surprise.

Marceau looked at the green light column. The next moment, the sky became deeper and darker, and a huge vortex was forming. In Marceau's perception, it seemed like... someone pushed open a door.

No, it either seems, or someone is pushing the door open, pushing open a door that it could not have been pushed open!

The evil god... no, it's its clone... has arrived!

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Looking at the grassland elves walking out of the teleportation array, the magistrate of the Storm Sea bowed her chest and lowered her head: "Your Highness, your arrival makes this plane shine brightly."

"Good job, my apostle, if the war is not at the tight end now, I almost wanted you to be the new crown in my legion, but there is a saying among you outsiders that is good, do the business first and have fun." The exposed-clad elf girl with her hordes had a majestic breast in her tribe. She walked out and stopped after a few steps: "I felt my old friend seemed to have committed some interference. My lord told me what the feeling of the outside nodes is like."

With her speech, four huge illusory images appeared on the rock wall, and the bands that had been prepared on the five nodes had already started playing.

"Ah, if someone else comes, maybe he will suffer a big loss. After all, I just passed the portal, and this body has not been well tuned. Changes in the teleportation node can indeed affect them, but such wonderful music is really beautiful. I feel the pleasure of my body and mind, it is so beautiful, great!" As the master of joy, Slaanes's incarnation was full of joy: "This is a brand new way of artistic expression, a style I have never seen in that cold world!"

Then the song started, and the deadly silence in the cave. When a song was finished, Slaanes's incarnation blinked and wiped the corners of his mouth: "Dear...Sophie? This is the...feature of your plane?"

Looking at the red liquid that turned into the corner of his mouth in front of him, Sophie thought for a while, nodded, and shook her head: "The music is yes, but the one who sang this song is definitely not."

"I want to kill all these bastards! These bastards that trampled on art as insoles! Kill them all! I want to extract their souls! See what they are thinking! Who gave them the courage to blaspheme art!?"

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"Dear think tank director, what happened just now?" Marx Lu Longerxi turned his head to look at the think tank director beside him, who had a blank expression on his face, his long-standing nephew, and his future co-owner of the countries in the Selen River.

The latter's mouth twitched: "Your Highness, someone was singing out loud just now, but you also know that the song is really hard to hear."

"You think so too, it's great." Marx said with a smile, then his eldest nephew who put away his smile turned around and looked at the node behind him, listening to the music again. With the wonderful music, the figure in the center of the stage once again showed a crazy figure. The young Marx took out a pair of earplugs in silence.

Suddenly, he understood the pair of small things handed over by Sister Yan before.

It's really... the elders are kind.

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"I'm so fucking! They're singing again!" A kitten screamed while covering his ears.

"If I were within 800 meters of those nodes, I would definitely try my best to kill them!" A kitten screamed while covering his ears.

"What the hell is your Excellency Commander doing? Meow, ahhhhhh! My ears!" A kitten knelt on the ground in pain.

Marceau tilted his head expressionlessly as he looked at Chaos leaning against the tree. The chest was full of bullet holes. A cat girl walked up to him: "Death is sometimes really a good way to escape reality."

"Hey, it's Shayaka, where is the Apricot." Maso turned his head and looked at the cat girl.

"I died in battle, but then again, is this the target Yan found? I just listen to the howling of the ghosts, and it is more comfortable than listening to their singing."

Marceau nodded in agreement with this statement. The singers at the node are simply the incarnation of nightmare in the world. Every syllable they sing is out of tune, and every lyric has typos or omissions. If it weren't for the incarnation of Slaane in the epic taskbar of the cat's taskbar, we won't make an appointment from the beginning of the blood-red skull to the current level 100, Marceau would have doubted whether Yan had taken the wrong medicine.

Fortunately, Yan's choice was not wrong, so Marceau was very curious... Why did Yan choose these guys who had no artistic cells in their bodies from the beginning but were determined to sacrifice everything (excluding herself) for art? How did she find them? How did she gather them together? How did she... how did she predict the uncertainty?

Marceau was very curious, very curious.

Then the cat reached out and blocked his ears. A certain amplification node in the distant node was nearby, so you could hear everything from the scene. The singing reached ** at this moment, and the singer who was sharp at octave sang the chant into a heavy metal for death.

After a song, before the kittens could breathe, they heard the male singer crying in emotion: "Thank you everyone! Next, please listen to our chorus!"

"itisagooddaytodie!" Another female singer took on the topic.

Itisagooddaytodie?

This is really an appropriate term, the all-round one.

After thinking about it, Marceau cut open his linen underwear with his sword and stuffed his ears with it.
Chapter completed!