Plane Store: I rely on five-star reviews to become rich and live forever

After a brief discussion, the living camp unanimously chose to hold on.

Rather than abandoning most of the people who did not have time to evacuate, it would be better to try how strong the beehive fortress built by oneself is.

"Even if we lose, at least we can get the bombardment data." An engineer wearing glasses forced a wry smile, his fingers tapping on the table unconsciously.

“It’s also good to go back and improve the technique.

“Even if this hive is Zerg technology, it will develop in completely different directions in the hands of different people.

"In the end, maybe our fortress will be better than the Zerg's?"

"Don't be so pessimistic." A colleague next to him patted his shoulder. "The data is definitely important, but the game is not over yet. Let's not think about the worst."

"Yeah, I think everyone is just messing up. We don't know how powerful that intercontinental missile is. Maybe we won't be in any trouble and can even improve our score in the "Martial Arts" section!"

In short, the living camp acted quickly with mutual encouragement.

They didn't intend to sit there and wait for death, relying solely on the house to protect them.

The medical team evacuated ordinary people in an orderly manner and concentrated them in the core areas; the engineers activated all protective barriers; the soldiers gripped their weapons tightly, used magic weapons and props, charged their skills in advance, and stood at the forefront.

There was a tense and solemn atmosphere in the air.

Everyone knows that the Underworld team revealed its final secret weapon in order to achieve a unified ending.

But as long as there is one person from the technological Blue Star who is not dead and the number of their subjects is not zero, then the Underworld team will not be unable to achieve their goal.

Time passed little by little, and every second hit everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.

The intercontinental missile that only existed in the drone surveillance footage finally appeared above the Beehive Fortress and flew in a parabola.

The Hive fired another interceptor missile, and this time there was no need to aim at all, and the missile was detonated directly not far from the fortress!

A mushroom cloud suddenly appeared in the sky, surprisingly without the smell of gunpowder, but instead a lingering aroma that made people calm and focused.

The mushroom cloud was not pure flying smoke, but a strange white mist that was purposefully drilling into the hive!

The Tech Blue Starman yelled "No!"

I didn’t expect it’s not over yet!

A smaller missile flew out of the thick fog and directly blasted a small hole in the hive!

"Damn it!" The commander slammed the console hard, "It's actually a nesting doll missile!"

The strange white mist floated in through the gap and was immediately blocked by multiple layers of protection.

However, there are still three hours left until the end of the game!

Suddenly someone in the Phantom Winery asked loudly with a slightly sour tone: "Did anyone vote for the Underworld team to unify and win?"

This was the critical moment, and everyone was waiting for the result with clenched fists - to the outside world, three hours was but fifteen seconds.

No one answered the man's question until the result of the competition came out.

[Congratulations to the Underworld team for winning this game! ]

Exactly the same sentence structure as the previous five days!

Then, the scores of both sides were announced one after another.

“Aiya——!!”

A man closed his eyes in grief and fell back on the sofa.

There are still survivors from the Technology Blue Star team!

Therefore, the underworld team’s challenge for “great unification” failed!

Following that sigh, everyone was stunned for a few seconds, and then they suddenly remembered that they had won the prize-winning guessing contest!

Nearly half of the customers in the store cheered.

"Great!"

"There were too many twists and turns this time! I was so scared that I didn't dare to go to the bathroom the whole time!"

"fantastic!"

As time goes by, the voting ratio becomes closer to one to one, and only a few people will vote for the unified option with the mentality of buying lottery tickets.

Those guests who supported the Underworld team almost thought they were going to lose money.

When the underworld was about to launch missiles, they didn't know whether to pray that the underworld's secret weapon would suddenly fail, or to cheer for the underworld to achieve its first unification.

In any case, the reality is that everything has settled, and it is still very difficult to achieve "unification" in the "Plane Cup" where powerful enemies gather.

And it is foreseeable that as everyone becomes more proficient, it will become more difficult in the future.

The audience's emotions were difficult to calm down. Most of them expressed their admiration objectively, thanking the two teams for bringing them such a wonderful game and also giving them, the gods who govern the planes, a lot of inspiration.

In the box, Yura's boss and his friends had a toast and drank all the drinks they ordered last night.

The wine glass fell on the table with a crisp sound.

Almost at the same time, the layout of the box also changed. The originally dim and blurry bar style instantly switched to the bright and elegant appearance of a large restaurant.

This change made several friends who had never been here stunned for a few seconds.

Boss Yura acted like a boss and greeted everyone warmly: "Come on, come on, the breakfast at Yunzhilou is very popular in our industrial park, eat before going back. Waiter!"

As he finished speaking, a young immortal king dressed in ancient costume walked in. He walked lightly and had an otherworldly air.

This was in stark contrast to the charm and seduction of the succubus waitress before, and made the several bosses feel the magic of this store again.

Boss Yura took the scroll-like classical menu from the immortal waiter very familiarly. Those were high-end dishes exclusive to the guests in the private room and did not belong to the buffet category.

Boss Yura took the scroll menu handed over by the Immortal King and skillfully ordered a few signature dishes, as if he was a regular here.

After the waiter left, a pot of steaming spiritual tea was brought up at just the right time.

The tea has a refreshing aroma with a slight astringency, which is just right for relieving the headache and dry mouth after a hangover.

"Is this game exciting to watch?" Boss Yura asked with a smile, taking a sip of tea.

The friends nodded one after another, with a look of unsatisfied interest on their faces.

One of the bosses pressed his hand on his chest and said with emotion: "I didn't expect that a plane governance competition would make my blood boil."

Someone nearby immediately joked, "You have so many dimensions under your control, isn't this child's play for you?"

"You all saw how I reacted last night." The boss defended himself with a hint of grievance in his tone.

Boss Yura smiled and patted his shoulder, "I believe you, I believe you." He paused and glanced at everyone, "The rematch has begun, you can come over, let's go to this box, how about it?"

Without waiting for the boss to speak, the other friends immediately rushed to agree, fearing that they would miss this rare opportunity.

"If I hadn't come to you this time, I wouldn't have known there was such a thing as the 'Plane Cup'. It would be great if it could be broadcast to my industrial park over there." A boss suddenly had an idea.

"What's so difficult about this? It's just a matter of taking an elevator to get here. You don't need that little bit of money."

"Also ha..."

The bosses happily passed over the topic, but the idea of ​​broadcasting left a mark on everyone.

Now, the bosses talked about the plane shop.

If you ask what major and minor categories there are in the planes, these industry leaders can count them with their eyes closed.

Metaphysics side, technology side...

Chinese civilization, Greek civilization, Arab civilization, Egyptian civilization...

Pure humans, orcs, Zerg, mechanical race...

Male supremacy, female supremacy, equal rights, ABO, asexual reproduction, etc. etc.

The label of each plane is so distinct that people can no longer figure out whether this is because the planes are supposed to be that way, or whether the God of Creation and the God of Ruler distinguish the planes so clearly for convenience.

But last night's game allowed the audience to see possibilities they had never seen before - an elite group from one dimension actually combined the specialties of more than a dozen different worlds.

Obviously, this is the result of the plane store.

Will this result make the world more difficult to control, or will it give civilization better and more directions for development?