You have obtained the authority to the gate... Oh, so the 'traitor' outside has been dead.
The rotten wood-like body made a laugh like sandpaper and grinding the wall.
The Mother of Dead Claws crawling in the hall looked at the players standing in front of him, and said this in a relaxed tone.
Surprisingly, although the word "traitor" was used to refer to the Yong family, there was no way to hear much hatred of betrayal in its voice.
It has lived for more than a century, or even longer.In the long river of time, it has seen too many new life and death, and has long reconciled with the past.
He asked in confusion.
traitor?
That was more than a century ago, about our past, enough to make a TV series that cost hundreds of hours...you won't be interested.The mother of Dead Claws said in a slow voice.
If you mean the guy who calls himself Yong…I did kill it, Ss glanced at the VM on his arm and continued.
Also, when I realized that the administrator permission was already here... I wonder, is this permission bound to the VM?
After she killed Yongshi, a special signal suddenly appeared in the upper right corner of the VM. After selecting the connection, the function of connecting the shelter system was unlocked.
Including doors that switch corridors.
Including ventilation systems that regulate each area.
It also includes cameras in each room.
It's like a console in an RPG game, so she once thought she had discovered a bug in the game and accidentally unlocked the developer mode.
However, after some attempt, she soon discovered that this permission was not as magical as she imagined.
At least it has not reached the level of the bug.
Complex functions are difficult to fully implement through VMs, and may require terminals or auxiliary smart devices with richer UIs.
Otherwise, even if you get permission, there are only a few basic operations that can be achieved.
In addition, permissions can be transferred.
Combined with the task of obtaining the administrator authority of Shelter No. 79 in the taskbar, I think after I get the full permission, the respected Lord Shuguang should take away the administrator authority.
After all, in terms of setting, the shelter is a public resurrection point for the player. From this point of view, it is unlikely that the management authority of the shelter is allowed to be in the hands of the player.
However, this wonderful experience still made her feel quite fun.
The Mother of Dead Claws answered the question of the girl in front of her in a normal tone.
To be precise, the shelter permissions are related to life characteristics, and the life characteristics that include cross-verification of multiple elements are the real key... and the VM is just the terminal for you to connect to the shelter system.
VMs, bionic chips... hardware with life feature recognition functions can mostly serve as carriers for connecting to the shelter system.
I see.Sce nodded thoughtfully and continued, then... will the authority of the shelter be inherited by the person who killed the administrator?
The Mother of Dead Claws grinned and said.
You have a misunderstanding of the rules. The correct explanation should be that when the life signal of the authority holder disappears from the signal collection range and no successor is established, the administrator's authority is inherited by the terminal device holder that is closest to.
Your VM belongs to one of the terminals, and it records your life characteristics. Although you are not on the registration list of Shelter No. 79... in principle, you are a shelter resident.
The rules sound a bit difficult to talk about.
But Ss tried to understand.
Simply put, if there is no heir, whoever VM is closest to the one who is dying will inherit the permissions...
What is the battle royale rule?
Seeing the strange expression in Sce's eyes, the Mother of Dead Claws smiled faintly and continued as if nothing had happened.
I know what you want to say. Of course, such rules have loopholes. If there is no heir that can be specified, the situation you said will happen... The administrator's authority will be inherited by the person who killed him.
Although the first shelter manager appointed me as the next manager at the last moment of his life, perhaps because of distrust of me, or for other reasons, he did not hand over all the permissions to me, but instead divided the permissions into many parts and formulated the inheritance rules for permissions.
He hopes that we will decide our own destiny, including whether our experiments should continue.
However, ironically, although he prepared a lot of preparations in advance, the final facts proved that all this was meaningless.What he was most worried about was still happening. Before we cultivate a morally perfect leader, we first mastered the ability to nurture demons...
Speaking of this, the Mother of Dead Claw paused and continued in a light voice.
I will hand over the permissions of the shelter to you... But before this, can I satisfy my small wish?
Although there are more direct ways, such as killing it directly, there is no requirement in the mission to kill this guy too.
Sce asked simply.
What wish?
If it's not trouble, she can satisfy it.
I want to meet your managers, all of which is to satisfy my curiosity, and video calls are fine... You should be able to do it.
Sis nodded.
This is a reasonable request and I will convey it to him.
……
The two-story high claw of death... is so incredible. You actually killed such an amazing monster?I mean, before slaughter... can't I ask me to study it first?
Refuge No. 404.
The library on the B4th floor or Chu Guang’s office.
When Hea heard about what happened in Sanctuary No. 79, he stared at him in surprise.
But the reason for her shock seemed to be slightly different from that of ordinary women of the same age.
After listening to the complaints of the league's chief biologist patiently, Chu Guang put the files he had just sorted out and sighed.
Is the evolution of Qingquan City not enough for you to study?
Just as the players were guiding Shelter No. 79, Chu Guang, who was the planner, was also not idle.
Although he is not on the front line, he has been following up with the players' strategy progress.
Including the experimental logs collected by players, the strategy posts compiled by players on the forum, as well as the analysis of the plot and the speculation of experimental accidents, he asked Xiaoqi to help organize and make them into archives, which were divided into electronic files and paper files and included in the server and library of Shelter No. 404.
Although the plan ultimately failed, this was also an attempt by people in that era to save the nation.
After all this is over, the declining civilization has entered a new era. He will send these archives and records to the museum and leave them for future generations to evaluate.
Hea said bluntly about Chu Guang's statement.
Of course not enough!The mutation of slime mold is not an isolated process, but a common result caused by mutual influence with the outside world. Evolution is just a subset of the entire huge system. It takes more clues to understand the entire system...
Listening to Heya's chatter, Chu Guang pinched his eyebrows, with a slight headache.
Since coming to this world.
He felt more and more that the nine years of compulsory education and 3+4 years of higher education he received were no longer enough.
Sorry, I didn't understand... Can you say it simpler?
Hea sighed softly and paused for a moment before continuing.
…In short, the study of non-slime-type heterogeneous species and the study of variant slime-type mucus-types can promote each other... Can you understand what I say?
Although I still have some understanding, it is still much better than before.
Looking at Chu Guang, who nodded thoughtfully, He Ya couldn't help but complain again.
...However, such a perfect research sample, the living fossil that had lived for more than a century was placed before you, and you actually killed it.
Too wasteful!
It's a waste of resources!
Looking at Heya with an indignant look, Chu Guang smiled faintly and continued.
That guy was too dangerous and it might be a little useful to keep it, but we couldn't afford to risk it getting out of control, so I ordered it to be taken away.
He paused, and he continued.
As for the research samples you mentioned, there is no need to worry about that.We just killed the uncontrolled mother, and one in Shelter No. 79.
Hea's eyes instantly lit up like a lamp, and his hands suddenly stood on the table.
real?!
Looking at Heya with bright eyes, Chu Guang moved back a little, nodded slightly and said.
Well…and, its identity was beyond my expectations.I didn't expect that the Big Horned Deer God really existed. I always thought it was just a legend before.
The manager of Shelter No. 79 has become the spiritual pillar of the wasteland tourists in the Valley Province.
Although this sounds a bit strange, it is not difficult to understand.
In the eyes of those clones being studied, aren’t the group of researchers who transfer consciousness to the dead claws and can control their life and death at will?
The gods try to create an emperor among them, constantly bringing disasters to eliminate weak individuals, and allowing individuals screened through the environment to continue to reproduce, prompting their ethnic group to continue to evolve... If the religious narrative style is used, this evil experiment can be interpreted by myths.
Later, some clones and experimental samples escaped with the Yong family, and naturally brought this memory and the genes in them to the outside, and passed on them from generation to generation...
Thinking of this, Chu Guang's expression suddenly became a little weird.
Since the legend of the Bighorn Deer God can trace the roots to a shelter...
Will the Spirit of the Sea of Sand in Luoxia Province also be related to an unknown secret experiment?
The more Chu Guang thought about it, the more he felt that this was possible.
It seems that it is necessary to organize a group of folklorists to collect the strange rumors on the wasteland.
It’s hard to say that behind any inadvertent clue is a fish that is unimaginable.
Just as Chu Guang was thinking about where to arrange this new NPC in a tavern, He Ya was staring at him with bright eyes and continued.
...I plan to go to Shelter No. 79!Have you obtained the permission there?Authorize it to me!
Chu Guang: I haven't got it completely yet, but it's just a matter of going through the process... I'll go with you, and I'm just going to have something to go there to deal with.
Hea smiled and said: OK!By the way, after dealing with the matter over there, what do you plan to deal with that refuge?
Chu Guang thought for a moment and replied.
...I haven't figured out this yet, I have to see what good things are there before talking about it.
Hea said happily.
If you don’t think about how to arrange it, you can use it as a laboratory for me. In addition to the Death Claw, other alien species are also quite good research materials!During this period, I happened to train several researchers with good qualities, and I planned to send them there for internships...
Upon hearing this suggestion, Chu Guang's eyes lit up.
This is a good idea, I will consider it!
Although the specific situation of Sanctuary No. 79 is unknown, according to Yong, the energy stored there is enough for the shelter to operate for five centuries.
Compared with the pityable energy reserves of Shelter No. 404, the reserves of Shelter No. 79 can be described as the word "inhumanity".
The shutdown can recycle the nuclear fuel in it, and if the shelter is maintained, it can serve as a biological research facility and a resurrection point for players.
Is it Energy Coin +10086, or Sociology +10, Resurrection Point +1.
Chu Guang just thought for a while and then chose the latter without hesitation.
At present, he still has a fuel rod in his hand that has not been used, but he is not short of fuel rods for shelter.
And the research facilities in that shelter and the resurrection points to recruit more players are exactly what he needs!
Not only that, the death claws cultivated by Shelter No. 79 can also be used as a good means of biological transportation.
It can be both rushing and fighting, and it is also quite resistant to fighting. It can be said that it is very useful!
Combined with the relevant technology of Sanctuary No. 401, the blue jackets rescued by players from the East District of Qingquan City have successfully reversed the Torch Church's mental interference device, and the supporting neural connection equipment can be made from the black box recovered by Sanctuary No. 117.
Although mass production cannot be achieved, limited production is still not a big problem.
It’s not a big problem to put one on the neck of the Claw of Death.
The best example is Niko, tied to the park. Chu Guang will ride it every time he goes to Qingquan East District, and he will ride it in power armor.
Facts have proved that the Claw of Death can be domesticated by technological means.
Combined with the research data on the Claw of Death preserved in Shelter No. 79, it is possible that he can ask Heya to help study the larger lizard that is more suitable for riding.
Thinking of this, a meaningful smile appeared on Chu Guang's face.
Such awesome and destructive SRRR mount...
Would it be too cheap to sell 50,000 silver coins at a price?
Sure enough, it’s better to sell by pound!
……
Ruigu City, fallen leaves camp.
When the Battlefield Atmosphere Group pulled a wooden board, dragged the head of the Claw of Death, and stepped back to the camp in the afterglow of dusk, both the Legionnaires on duty at the door and the survivors in the camp were stunned.
He was covered in blood, like an evil ghost crawling out of hell. He held a hemp rope in his right hand, draped it on his shoulder, and held a blood-stained axe in his left hand. This was bought from Sce for a high price of 20 silver coins.
He threw the axe and rope to the ground, looked carelessly at the sentry waiting at the door, and said nonsense with nothing.
Dead claw
I killed it!
He wanted to say something slutty, but the couplet was too miserable, and he could only say those words.
The whispering commotion spread in front of the door.
The soldiers in black robe stared at him suspiciously, not believing in their eyes.
But the warriors didn't care about their eyes.
Before he came back, he specially found a mutant hyena, threw away his weapon, and fought with the beast with bare hands, with many bumps and scratches on his body.
He doesn't need to make up lies perfectly, he just needs to play a taciturn man and act like that.
As for the rest.
These people will naturally make up for him.
In the camp not far away, the survivors surrounded the door and cast a sight to him.
People's expressions were different on their faces, some were envious, some were jealous, and some were whistling and couldn't help cheering him.
That was a monster that even the legion's hundred-man team was helpless.
It was actually solved by a wasteland customer who was the same as theirs!
In the crowd not far away, the Battlefield Atmosphere Group saw many familiar faces.
Including the apprentice who had followed him to peel potatoes, the small team member who was lost halfway, and the only Li Ba who could name him.
At this time, probably because he noticed the commotion at the entrance of the camp, the person in charge here, Colway walked out of the camp.
What are you doing here?Have you finished your work?
The whip sounded, and the survivors blocking the door immediately dispersed.
Carrying a whip, Colway walked to the camp gate. Seeing the pangolin covered in blood, he looked at the head on the wooden board next to him, and a surprised expression suddenly appeared on his face.
The head as big as a calf was too shocking, especially the hideous face of the evil ghost. I guess he had endured too much pain that life could not bear before his death.
The camp entrance was quiet for five minutes.
Colway, who was like a petrochemical technique, finally came to his senses, stared at the battlefield atmosphere group with his eyes tightly, and squeezed out a sentence from his throat.
Did you do it?
The warrior nodded without blushing.
That's right!
Although it was not all him who did it, he also contributed DPS!
Rounding it all means he did it without any problem.
Although Colway was suspicious in his heart, he could not think of the reason for doubt at the bloody look of this guy.
But he couldn't believe that the monster that had damaged more than a dozen of his subordinates was actually killed by the native in front of him.
I will report your credit, and you can go to the river next to you to clean up the blood on your body...
As he said that, Colway looked at the sentry beside him and pointed at the hunter with his chin.
Give him a piece of soap.
The sentry carrying a rifle stood at attention and saluted.
yes!
……
It only took a few minutes to apply the blood to the body, but it took more than an hour to clean it. The warriors found that he was just tossing, but it wouldn't work without tossing.
He chopped his neck directly, and the scales were smashed like a dog had gnawed. If there was no blood on his body, it would be suspicious!
Finally, the sticky blood on my body was cleaned up, and the sky was completely dark.
While walking towards the camp, the warrior organized language in his mind, thinking about how to brag later.
Just then, a soldier in a black robe walked up to him.
You are a pangolin.
The warrior was stunned for two seconds before he came to his senses and said immediately.
It's Ah...what happened?
The black-robed soldier continued.
Come with me.
Although the warrior was confused, it was useless to think too much at this time, so he could only follow the man.
Seeing the soldier taking him out of the camp and walking towards the depths of the woods, the warrior couldn't help but wonder in his heart.
That Colway...
Could it be that I want to silence the credit, right?
Not so doggy!
Just as he was thinking about it, a shadowy campfire appeared not far away, and there was another camp behind the forest.
Unlike the fallen leaf camp, whether it is the people on duty or the people on patrol here, they are soldiers wearing black robes and heavy bulletproof armor.
No doubt
This is the base of the Legion Space Marine Corps!
The Battlefield Atmosphere Group was surprised and followed the soldier forward, passing through the post at the camp gate, while silently observing the deployment situation in the camp.
Soon the two of them arrived at the center of the camp, and a lift was parked there.
Go up.
Hearing the voice of the black-robed soldier, the warrior stood up the elevator obediently, but he was excited and screamed.
Good guy!
Is this going to invite yourself into the crystal?!
Before he could think about it, the elevator had started.
Trapped by several iron chains, the platform slowly rose, approaching the towering steel fortress little by little until it was fully entered.
At the end of the elevator is a hall, which is incredible with spacious space. The overall furnishing layout is slightly similar to the U-shaped port where the submarines are parked, and the rolling shutter doors next to it should be places like garages.
The warrior looked around in surprise, wishing to take a picture of everything in front of him and post it to the forum on the spot to share the shock in his heart with netizens.
Unfortunately, he doesn't even have a VM, let alone a photo tool.
Two soldiers came over and searched, touched him from head to toe twice before letting him pass through the air lock in the buffer room.
After passing several doors and through several corridors, he was taken to a luxuriously decorated room with red carpets.
Many people stood here.
And there was only one sitting.
The identity of that person was undoubtedly General McClan, the captain of the Iron Heart, mentioned by the soldiers of the Legion.
The warrior looked at him quietly.
This person is probably in his early forties, with clear facial features, a bulging nose, powerful body shape and martial arts, and his eyes look like an eagle catching a chick. Although he is in a high position, he is not negligent in training.
Maybe he is still an awakened person!
Just as the warrior secretly looked at the man sitting on the chair, the man was also looking at him.
General McClan spoke with a look of interest in his eyes.
Are you a pangolin?
Yes, sir.
The battlefield atmosphere group responded, but was thinking in their hearts.
If Jing Ke comes to assassinate the King of Qin and directly distract the person in front of him, will the expansion pack end before it even begins?
but……
This is probably a bit difficult.
Although he is an awakened person, he is not as fast as a bullet after all.
Within seven steps, the gun was fast and accurate, not to mention that there were at least a dozen guns hidden here, enough to knock yourself into a sieve within a few seconds.
If only an exoskeleton was given...
General McClass stared at the honest, dull, silent native hunter in front of him and continued with interest.
Tell me how you killed this monster.
...Your shells hurt it, I trapped it with a trap, poked it blindly, bleed it, and then cut off its head.The Battlefield Atmosphere Group answered in a bad couplet.
Although the narrative is very sloppy, McClarin had never expected the natives in the barbarian land to spit lotus flowers and make up stories like bards.
He nodded in praise, and he said.
Not bad, he is a warrior.
From today on, you will be the first centurion of the entourage army, and your subordinates will be promoted to tenth chief... You can go back and tell them the good news later.
Speaking in a plain tone, General McClass continued to look aside.
Also, the reward I mentioned.
As soon as he finished speaking, a soldier walked in with a chain in his hand and led 10 slaves.
They were barefoot and wearing a single dress, with different hair color, height, fatness and thinness, and their appearance was beautiful.
That exotic face is obviously not a survivor living nearby, but more like the Legion brought from elsewhere.
For example, in the desert.
The warrior was slightly stunned and was shocked.
He thought that dog planning would reward him with 10 strong men, but he didn't expect to test himself with such sugar-coated shells.
Is this something you can experience without spending money?
General McClass appreciated the expression of the native bun in front of him with satisfaction.
He doesn't care about his subordinates being greedy for money or lust. It's better to say that talents with shortcomings are better managed.
If it were the kind of person who was not interested in wealth or women, he would instead be suspicious of whether the person had any other intentions.
After all, there are only two possibilities for such people, either they are saints who are completely free from the low-level interests, or they have ambitions that are far beyond ordinary people.
I keep my word, they are yours.
Seeing that Colway winked at him, the warrior quickly lowered his head and responded in a deep voice.
Thank you sir!
The meeting was only ten minutes long.
Although interested in this indigenous hunter who killed the Claw of Death, for General McClan, it was just a show of the expedition.
If that native really had the talent to lead troops to fight, he wouldn't mind promoting him to the commander of the army.
After letting the pangolin go down, General McCross looked at Colway and said with a hint of admiration in his eyes.
It seems that the natives here are not all waste, and occasionally you can see one or two capable guys.
Discover more talents like this.
We need to build our own power in the southern part of the Valley Province, and these people are good seedlings worth cultivating.
Colway lowered his head and respectfully listened to the order.
yes!
The rotten wood-like body made a laugh like sandpaper and grinding the wall.
The Mother of Dead Claws crawling in the hall looked at the players standing in front of him, and said this in a relaxed tone.
Surprisingly, although the word "traitor" was used to refer to the Yong family, there was no way to hear much hatred of betrayal in its voice.
It has lived for more than a century, or even longer.In the long river of time, it has seen too many new life and death, and has long reconciled with the past.
He asked in confusion.
traitor?
That was more than a century ago, about our past, enough to make a TV series that cost hundreds of hours...you won't be interested.The mother of Dead Claws said in a slow voice.
If you mean the guy who calls himself Yong…I did kill it, Ss glanced at the VM on his arm and continued.
Also, when I realized that the administrator permission was already here... I wonder, is this permission bound to the VM?
After she killed Yongshi, a special signal suddenly appeared in the upper right corner of the VM. After selecting the connection, the function of connecting the shelter system was unlocked.
Including doors that switch corridors.
Including ventilation systems that regulate each area.
It also includes cameras in each room.
It's like a console in an RPG game, so she once thought she had discovered a bug in the game and accidentally unlocked the developer mode.
However, after some attempt, she soon discovered that this permission was not as magical as she imagined.
At least it has not reached the level of the bug.
Complex functions are difficult to fully implement through VMs, and may require terminals or auxiliary smart devices with richer UIs.
Otherwise, even if you get permission, there are only a few basic operations that can be achieved.
In addition, permissions can be transferred.
Combined with the task of obtaining the administrator authority of Shelter No. 79 in the taskbar, I think after I get the full permission, the respected Lord Shuguang should take away the administrator authority.
After all, in terms of setting, the shelter is a public resurrection point for the player. From this point of view, it is unlikely that the management authority of the shelter is allowed to be in the hands of the player.
However, this wonderful experience still made her feel quite fun.
The Mother of Dead Claws answered the question of the girl in front of her in a normal tone.
To be precise, the shelter permissions are related to life characteristics, and the life characteristics that include cross-verification of multiple elements are the real key... and the VM is just the terminal for you to connect to the shelter system.
VMs, bionic chips... hardware with life feature recognition functions can mostly serve as carriers for connecting to the shelter system.
I see.Sce nodded thoughtfully and continued, then... will the authority of the shelter be inherited by the person who killed the administrator?
The Mother of Dead Claws grinned and said.
You have a misunderstanding of the rules. The correct explanation should be that when the life signal of the authority holder disappears from the signal collection range and no successor is established, the administrator's authority is inherited by the terminal device holder that is closest to.
Your VM belongs to one of the terminals, and it records your life characteristics. Although you are not on the registration list of Shelter No. 79... in principle, you are a shelter resident.
The rules sound a bit difficult to talk about.
But Ss tried to understand.
Simply put, if there is no heir, whoever VM is closest to the one who is dying will inherit the permissions...
What is the battle royale rule?
Seeing the strange expression in Sce's eyes, the Mother of Dead Claws smiled faintly and continued as if nothing had happened.
I know what you want to say. Of course, such rules have loopholes. If there is no heir that can be specified, the situation you said will happen... The administrator's authority will be inherited by the person who killed him.
Although the first shelter manager appointed me as the next manager at the last moment of his life, perhaps because of distrust of me, or for other reasons, he did not hand over all the permissions to me, but instead divided the permissions into many parts and formulated the inheritance rules for permissions.
He hopes that we will decide our own destiny, including whether our experiments should continue.
However, ironically, although he prepared a lot of preparations in advance, the final facts proved that all this was meaningless.What he was most worried about was still happening. Before we cultivate a morally perfect leader, we first mastered the ability to nurture demons...
Speaking of this, the Mother of Dead Claw paused and continued in a light voice.
I will hand over the permissions of the shelter to you... But before this, can I satisfy my small wish?
Although there are more direct ways, such as killing it directly, there is no requirement in the mission to kill this guy too.
Sce asked simply.
What wish?
If it's not trouble, she can satisfy it.
I want to meet your managers, all of which is to satisfy my curiosity, and video calls are fine... You should be able to do it.
Sis nodded.
This is a reasonable request and I will convey it to him.
……
The two-story high claw of death... is so incredible. You actually killed such an amazing monster?I mean, before slaughter... can't I ask me to study it first?
Refuge No. 404.
The library on the B4th floor or Chu Guang’s office.
When Hea heard about what happened in Sanctuary No. 79, he stared at him in surprise.
But the reason for her shock seemed to be slightly different from that of ordinary women of the same age.
After listening to the complaints of the league's chief biologist patiently, Chu Guang put the files he had just sorted out and sighed.
Is the evolution of Qingquan City not enough for you to study?
Just as the players were guiding Shelter No. 79, Chu Guang, who was the planner, was also not idle.
Although he is not on the front line, he has been following up with the players' strategy progress.
Including the experimental logs collected by players, the strategy posts compiled by players on the forum, as well as the analysis of the plot and the speculation of experimental accidents, he asked Xiaoqi to help organize and make them into archives, which were divided into electronic files and paper files and included in the server and library of Shelter No. 404.
Although the plan ultimately failed, this was also an attempt by people in that era to save the nation.
After all this is over, the declining civilization has entered a new era. He will send these archives and records to the museum and leave them for future generations to evaluate.
Hea said bluntly about Chu Guang's statement.
Of course not enough!The mutation of slime mold is not an isolated process, but a common result caused by mutual influence with the outside world. Evolution is just a subset of the entire huge system. It takes more clues to understand the entire system...
Listening to Heya's chatter, Chu Guang pinched his eyebrows, with a slight headache.
Since coming to this world.
He felt more and more that the nine years of compulsory education and 3+4 years of higher education he received were no longer enough.
Sorry, I didn't understand... Can you say it simpler?
Hea sighed softly and paused for a moment before continuing.
…In short, the study of non-slime-type heterogeneous species and the study of variant slime-type mucus-types can promote each other... Can you understand what I say?
Although I still have some understanding, it is still much better than before.
Looking at Chu Guang, who nodded thoughtfully, He Ya couldn't help but complain again.
...However, such a perfect research sample, the living fossil that had lived for more than a century was placed before you, and you actually killed it.
Too wasteful!
It's a waste of resources!
Looking at Heya with an indignant look, Chu Guang smiled faintly and continued.
That guy was too dangerous and it might be a little useful to keep it, but we couldn't afford to risk it getting out of control, so I ordered it to be taken away.
He paused, and he continued.
As for the research samples you mentioned, there is no need to worry about that.We just killed the uncontrolled mother, and one in Shelter No. 79.
Hea's eyes instantly lit up like a lamp, and his hands suddenly stood on the table.
real?!
Looking at Heya with bright eyes, Chu Guang moved back a little, nodded slightly and said.
Well…and, its identity was beyond my expectations.I didn't expect that the Big Horned Deer God really existed. I always thought it was just a legend before.
The manager of Shelter No. 79 has become the spiritual pillar of the wasteland tourists in the Valley Province.
Although this sounds a bit strange, it is not difficult to understand.
In the eyes of those clones being studied, aren’t the group of researchers who transfer consciousness to the dead claws and can control their life and death at will?
The gods try to create an emperor among them, constantly bringing disasters to eliminate weak individuals, and allowing individuals screened through the environment to continue to reproduce, prompting their ethnic group to continue to evolve... If the religious narrative style is used, this evil experiment can be interpreted by myths.
Later, some clones and experimental samples escaped with the Yong family, and naturally brought this memory and the genes in them to the outside, and passed on them from generation to generation...
Thinking of this, Chu Guang's expression suddenly became a little weird.
Since the legend of the Bighorn Deer God can trace the roots to a shelter...
Will the Spirit of the Sea of Sand in Luoxia Province also be related to an unknown secret experiment?
The more Chu Guang thought about it, the more he felt that this was possible.
It seems that it is necessary to organize a group of folklorists to collect the strange rumors on the wasteland.
It’s hard to say that behind any inadvertent clue is a fish that is unimaginable.
Just as Chu Guang was thinking about where to arrange this new NPC in a tavern, He Ya was staring at him with bright eyes and continued.
...I plan to go to Shelter No. 79!Have you obtained the permission there?Authorize it to me!
Chu Guang: I haven't got it completely yet, but it's just a matter of going through the process... I'll go with you, and I'm just going to have something to go there to deal with.
Hea smiled and said: OK!By the way, after dealing with the matter over there, what do you plan to deal with that refuge?
Chu Guang thought for a moment and replied.
...I haven't figured out this yet, I have to see what good things are there before talking about it.
Hea said happily.
If you don’t think about how to arrange it, you can use it as a laboratory for me. In addition to the Death Claw, other alien species are also quite good research materials!During this period, I happened to train several researchers with good qualities, and I planned to send them there for internships...
Upon hearing this suggestion, Chu Guang's eyes lit up.
This is a good idea, I will consider it!
Although the specific situation of Sanctuary No. 79 is unknown, according to Yong, the energy stored there is enough for the shelter to operate for five centuries.
Compared with the pityable energy reserves of Shelter No. 404, the reserves of Shelter No. 79 can be described as the word "inhumanity".
The shutdown can recycle the nuclear fuel in it, and if the shelter is maintained, it can serve as a biological research facility and a resurrection point for players.
Is it Energy Coin +10086, or Sociology +10, Resurrection Point +1.
Chu Guang just thought for a while and then chose the latter without hesitation.
At present, he still has a fuel rod in his hand that has not been used, but he is not short of fuel rods for shelter.
And the research facilities in that shelter and the resurrection points to recruit more players are exactly what he needs!
Not only that, the death claws cultivated by Shelter No. 79 can also be used as a good means of biological transportation.
It can be both rushing and fighting, and it is also quite resistant to fighting. It can be said that it is very useful!
Combined with the relevant technology of Sanctuary No. 401, the blue jackets rescued by players from the East District of Qingquan City have successfully reversed the Torch Church's mental interference device, and the supporting neural connection equipment can be made from the black box recovered by Sanctuary No. 117.
Although mass production cannot be achieved, limited production is still not a big problem.
It’s not a big problem to put one on the neck of the Claw of Death.
The best example is Niko, tied to the park. Chu Guang will ride it every time he goes to Qingquan East District, and he will ride it in power armor.
Facts have proved that the Claw of Death can be domesticated by technological means.
Combined with the research data on the Claw of Death preserved in Shelter No. 79, it is possible that he can ask Heya to help study the larger lizard that is more suitable for riding.
Thinking of this, a meaningful smile appeared on Chu Guang's face.
Such awesome and destructive SRRR mount...
Would it be too cheap to sell 50,000 silver coins at a price?
Sure enough, it’s better to sell by pound!
……
Ruigu City, fallen leaves camp.
When the Battlefield Atmosphere Group pulled a wooden board, dragged the head of the Claw of Death, and stepped back to the camp in the afterglow of dusk, both the Legionnaires on duty at the door and the survivors in the camp were stunned.
He was covered in blood, like an evil ghost crawling out of hell. He held a hemp rope in his right hand, draped it on his shoulder, and held a blood-stained axe in his left hand. This was bought from Sce for a high price of 20 silver coins.
He threw the axe and rope to the ground, looked carelessly at the sentry waiting at the door, and said nonsense with nothing.
Dead claw
I killed it!
He wanted to say something slutty, but the couplet was too miserable, and he could only say those words.
The whispering commotion spread in front of the door.
The soldiers in black robe stared at him suspiciously, not believing in their eyes.
But the warriors didn't care about their eyes.
Before he came back, he specially found a mutant hyena, threw away his weapon, and fought with the beast with bare hands, with many bumps and scratches on his body.
He doesn't need to make up lies perfectly, he just needs to play a taciturn man and act like that.
As for the rest.
These people will naturally make up for him.
In the camp not far away, the survivors surrounded the door and cast a sight to him.
People's expressions were different on their faces, some were envious, some were jealous, and some were whistling and couldn't help cheering him.
That was a monster that even the legion's hundred-man team was helpless.
It was actually solved by a wasteland customer who was the same as theirs!
In the crowd not far away, the Battlefield Atmosphere Group saw many familiar faces.
Including the apprentice who had followed him to peel potatoes, the small team member who was lost halfway, and the only Li Ba who could name him.
At this time, probably because he noticed the commotion at the entrance of the camp, the person in charge here, Colway walked out of the camp.
What are you doing here?Have you finished your work?
The whip sounded, and the survivors blocking the door immediately dispersed.
Carrying a whip, Colway walked to the camp gate. Seeing the pangolin covered in blood, he looked at the head on the wooden board next to him, and a surprised expression suddenly appeared on his face.
The head as big as a calf was too shocking, especially the hideous face of the evil ghost. I guess he had endured too much pain that life could not bear before his death.
The camp entrance was quiet for five minutes.
Colway, who was like a petrochemical technique, finally came to his senses, stared at the battlefield atmosphere group with his eyes tightly, and squeezed out a sentence from his throat.
Did you do it?
The warrior nodded without blushing.
That's right!
Although it was not all him who did it, he also contributed DPS!
Rounding it all means he did it without any problem.
Although Colway was suspicious in his heart, he could not think of the reason for doubt at the bloody look of this guy.
But he couldn't believe that the monster that had damaged more than a dozen of his subordinates was actually killed by the native in front of him.
I will report your credit, and you can go to the river next to you to clean up the blood on your body...
As he said that, Colway looked at the sentry beside him and pointed at the hunter with his chin.
Give him a piece of soap.
The sentry carrying a rifle stood at attention and saluted.
yes!
……
It only took a few minutes to apply the blood to the body, but it took more than an hour to clean it. The warriors found that he was just tossing, but it wouldn't work without tossing.
He chopped his neck directly, and the scales were smashed like a dog had gnawed. If there was no blood on his body, it would be suspicious!
Finally, the sticky blood on my body was cleaned up, and the sky was completely dark.
While walking towards the camp, the warrior organized language in his mind, thinking about how to brag later.
Just then, a soldier in a black robe walked up to him.
You are a pangolin.
The warrior was stunned for two seconds before he came to his senses and said immediately.
It's Ah...what happened?
The black-robed soldier continued.
Come with me.
Although the warrior was confused, it was useless to think too much at this time, so he could only follow the man.
Seeing the soldier taking him out of the camp and walking towards the depths of the woods, the warrior couldn't help but wonder in his heart.
That Colway...
Could it be that I want to silence the credit, right?
Not so doggy!
Just as he was thinking about it, a shadowy campfire appeared not far away, and there was another camp behind the forest.
Unlike the fallen leaf camp, whether it is the people on duty or the people on patrol here, they are soldiers wearing black robes and heavy bulletproof armor.
No doubt
This is the base of the Legion Space Marine Corps!
The Battlefield Atmosphere Group was surprised and followed the soldier forward, passing through the post at the camp gate, while silently observing the deployment situation in the camp.
Soon the two of them arrived at the center of the camp, and a lift was parked there.
Go up.
Hearing the voice of the black-robed soldier, the warrior stood up the elevator obediently, but he was excited and screamed.
Good guy!
Is this going to invite yourself into the crystal?!
Before he could think about it, the elevator had started.
Trapped by several iron chains, the platform slowly rose, approaching the towering steel fortress little by little until it was fully entered.
At the end of the elevator is a hall, which is incredible with spacious space. The overall furnishing layout is slightly similar to the U-shaped port where the submarines are parked, and the rolling shutter doors next to it should be places like garages.
The warrior looked around in surprise, wishing to take a picture of everything in front of him and post it to the forum on the spot to share the shock in his heart with netizens.
Unfortunately, he doesn't even have a VM, let alone a photo tool.
Two soldiers came over and searched, touched him from head to toe twice before letting him pass through the air lock in the buffer room.
After passing several doors and through several corridors, he was taken to a luxuriously decorated room with red carpets.
Many people stood here.
And there was only one sitting.
The identity of that person was undoubtedly General McClan, the captain of the Iron Heart, mentioned by the soldiers of the Legion.
The warrior looked at him quietly.
This person is probably in his early forties, with clear facial features, a bulging nose, powerful body shape and martial arts, and his eyes look like an eagle catching a chick. Although he is in a high position, he is not negligent in training.
Maybe he is still an awakened person!
Just as the warrior secretly looked at the man sitting on the chair, the man was also looking at him.
General McClan spoke with a look of interest in his eyes.
Are you a pangolin?
Yes, sir.
The battlefield atmosphere group responded, but was thinking in their hearts.
If Jing Ke comes to assassinate the King of Qin and directly distract the person in front of him, will the expansion pack end before it even begins?
but……
This is probably a bit difficult.
Although he is an awakened person, he is not as fast as a bullet after all.
Within seven steps, the gun was fast and accurate, not to mention that there were at least a dozen guns hidden here, enough to knock yourself into a sieve within a few seconds.
If only an exoskeleton was given...
General McClass stared at the honest, dull, silent native hunter in front of him and continued with interest.
Tell me how you killed this monster.
...Your shells hurt it, I trapped it with a trap, poked it blindly, bleed it, and then cut off its head.The Battlefield Atmosphere Group answered in a bad couplet.
Although the narrative is very sloppy, McClarin had never expected the natives in the barbarian land to spit lotus flowers and make up stories like bards.
He nodded in praise, and he said.
Not bad, he is a warrior.
From today on, you will be the first centurion of the entourage army, and your subordinates will be promoted to tenth chief... You can go back and tell them the good news later.
Speaking in a plain tone, General McClass continued to look aside.
Also, the reward I mentioned.
As soon as he finished speaking, a soldier walked in with a chain in his hand and led 10 slaves.
They were barefoot and wearing a single dress, with different hair color, height, fatness and thinness, and their appearance was beautiful.
That exotic face is obviously not a survivor living nearby, but more like the Legion brought from elsewhere.
For example, in the desert.
The warrior was slightly stunned and was shocked.
He thought that dog planning would reward him with 10 strong men, but he didn't expect to test himself with such sugar-coated shells.
Is this something you can experience without spending money?
General McClass appreciated the expression of the native bun in front of him with satisfaction.
He doesn't care about his subordinates being greedy for money or lust. It's better to say that talents with shortcomings are better managed.
If it were the kind of person who was not interested in wealth or women, he would instead be suspicious of whether the person had any other intentions.
After all, there are only two possibilities for such people, either they are saints who are completely free from the low-level interests, or they have ambitions that are far beyond ordinary people.
I keep my word, they are yours.
Seeing that Colway winked at him, the warrior quickly lowered his head and responded in a deep voice.
Thank you sir!
The meeting was only ten minutes long.
Although interested in this indigenous hunter who killed the Claw of Death, for General McClan, it was just a show of the expedition.
If that native really had the talent to lead troops to fight, he wouldn't mind promoting him to the commander of the army.
After letting the pangolin go down, General McCross looked at Colway and said with a hint of admiration in his eyes.
It seems that the natives here are not all waste, and occasionally you can see one or two capable guys.
Discover more talents like this.
We need to build our own power in the southern part of the Valley Province, and these people are good seedlings worth cultivating.
Colway lowered his head and respectfully listened to the order.
yes!
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