Captain Jackson was participating in an internal meeting of the American Imperial players in a farm on the outskirts of Shabak. Compared to the huge momentum they came, there were less than 100 American Imperial players who were still alive in the old continent, so Captain Jackson, the nominal leader, had long become a lonely person.

The atmosphere of the meeting was a bit bleak. Everyone was already very clear about the current situation of the US imperial family. No one knew whether the area they were in would become the next no-man's land. Before, many players had disappeared while walking, and some people were taken off the line and never came back.

The remaining American players who are still in the game either have nowhere to go, or like Captain Jackson, they are ready for a full quarantine, and then lock themselves in the game warehouse and rely entirely on nutrient solution to maintain their lives.

Captain Jackson, as a middle- and high-level official of the federal government faction, had his own channels to learn about the true image behind the large-scale deaths. What made him desperate was that neither the Grand Finalist nor the evil god on the other side could resist.

The theme of these American imperial players this meeting is whether it is possible to obtain relevant dimensionality reduction equipment from EU people and save their destined life by reducing dimensions.

On the black market, the price of dimensionality reduction-related services has risen to the point where even officers like Jackson cannot afford it. Illegal groups capable of dimensionality reduction for humans are now started almost 24 hours a day, but there are too many people seeking to take refuge in the game world.

The big end-producers blocked the entire U.S. border, and neither aircraft nor ships could leave there. The gray death storm and the ubiquitous Nurgle plague competed for the ownership of life on various fronts.

Jackson couldn't believe that all this would happen so quickly, and only one hundred and twenty hours passed by the federal government from issuing martial law orders to losing control of the entire area.

The federal government has not received any news from the governors of various places for a while. The end-of-professionals have mastered all the communication networks, satellite groups, and most unmanned automated factories of the United States, while those corrupted and corrupted have mastered the same many slave manufacturers, modern plantations, human body transformation centers, and medical technology consortiums.

Jackson once left the game and returned to reality, trying to leave the United States through military channels and go to Africa or South America to take refuge. However, after realizing it in the game, he found that most of his connections had already tried to leave the United States one step ahead of him.

This is also his lucky place. The pioneers are either sank to the sea or are either annihilated in the air by invisible defense systems, and no one can leave this cursed country.

Before Jackson returned to the game, the federal government was building a huge underground shelter in D.C. In Jackson's opinion, it was a huge coffin, which was convenient for the sudden crazy end-producer or the evil god to slaughter creatures.

But this is also a helpless move. If this huge project had not temporarily stabilized the internal order of the SAR, it would have become a battlefield now. People would have attacked each other wildly for clean water and food. Although there are enough material reserves within the SAR, there will always be irrational individuals.

"I still haven't made an appointment to meet His Majesty Reinhart today." Jackson spoke first, told everyone a bad news, and sighed: "But I can now be sure that Reinhart must have completed the dimensionality reduction. The player logo on his forehead is gone, and the number of guards is three times that of the past."

A trace of light appeared in everyone's eyes. Except for Jackson, the remaining players here are basically grassroots officers or ordinary soldiers. Due to channel issues, these people have questions about whether the dimensionality reduction plan really exists.

"Captain, can we really get help from the Europa?" A crew member who once served on the Authority of Life asked urgently: "I went back to reality yesterday and found that the lights in the west of the city were turned off. This is not a good phenomenon. My neighbor said he had seen an explosion in a biopower plant before, and I..."

Just as he was halfway through, the player suddenly collapsed. When Jackson squatted down to check, he found that the soul inside the shell had left the world.

May him rest in peace, Jackson closed the sailor's eyes with his palm: "This is our status quo, waiting for hope, or waiting for death."

"We'll listen to you, Captain." The American imperial players were silent for a while and once again supported Jackson as the leader.

"Very good, remember that we are still players now, but Reinhardt and those Europa officials are no longer there. We must seize this advantage!" Captain Jackson said to everyone: "Our only opportunity is to seize a person who is important enough and ask them to provide us with relevant technology!"

"But in this process, once we die, we have to wait a long time to return to the game world when we are resurrected." Another player asked: "If the dimensionality reduction technology really exists, how do we calculate the dead?"

"We can only bet on one wave. The dimensionality reduction technology will allow the dying player to return to this world immediately." Captain Jackson looked at the player: "I just said that this is the only opportunity."

He pointed to the corpse that was lying on the ground without any anger: "Either bet or just like him, lie here and wait for death to come!"

"We did it!" A large group of American imperial players finally broke out in silence and chose the path of living to death. They wanted to save themselves.

Captain Jackson vaguely drew a complicated mark on his chest, begging for Slaanes for the protection of his storm of death, and hoped that he would not be killed by the death storm of the great tyrant, and hoped that he would not be found by the plague messenger of Nurgle.

In addition to secretly destroying the order of the Europa Empire according to the oracle of Slaanes, Jackson's existing conditions really cannot find an opportunity to please the Lord of Desire.

The new Slaanes believer was pulled into the group by an elf captive. The elf was originally a Slaanes spy lurking inside the elf, but was looted to Shabak City by the villains sent by the governor. He simply relied on his own abilities to win over a group of new believers among the players.

Captain Jackson became a believer in Slaanesia. Of course, his faith was not pious enough and his degree of corruption was very mild. However, based on the current situation, he had to choose the Lord of Faith in order to save his life.
Chapter completed!