"In that case, in two hours, we will attack according to the scheduled plan. You will be the command of the three hundred white maggot warlocks, Andrew."

The player named Andrew stood up and nodded with a serious expression: "Don't worry, our Flying Guild will not disappoint you."

Then he strode away from the conference room.

When they arrived at an outer corner of the station, three hundred players with unique temperaments stood up when they saw him.

White lights shone one after another, and a white maggot with a body length of at least two meters appeared beside them.

Then under their command, these fleshy white maggots were divided into three rows, one hundred in each row, and all raised their heads.

Damn, it's about to start.

Players who saw this scene all retreated, and almost everyone put masks on themselves or put scarves on them.

The cat girl Malomasha was very strange. She looked around and didn't understand why these people suddenly put on masks.

"Give you one." The female player extended a helping hand.

Malomasha shook her head: "I don't like to cover my face, it's very uncomfortable."

"I really don't want it? You will regret it."

Malomasha is very stubborn: "No!"

The female player smiled playfully and smirked: "Okay. Let it go!"

At this time Andrew took out a white military cap from the system backpack, and the hat badge was a bald eagle.

Then he stood attentively, standing straight like a large military officer.

"What is he doing?"

"Life needs a sense of ritual." Andrew muttered, and then he supported his white military cap.

Then, his face was ferocious and he roared.

"400 Field Artillery Battalion, shooting angle is 83, yellow ammunition is loaded..."

Then he stroked his right hand heavily.

roared heart-wrenchingly.
Chapter completed!