Chapter 269 Stitching Behemoth and Captive Armor

  The ear-piercing scream pierced through the gray-green fog, and after a muffled landing sound, a black shadow slammed into the concrete pile.

  Nearby players immediately aimed their guns at the black shadow.

  However, before he could see what it was, he heard a bang, and the black shadow instantly exploded into pieces, splashing black mucus and scorched pieces of meat.

  The stench stuck to the gas mask.

  The player dodged short and cursed.

   "Fuck!"

   "The Bomber!"

   Fortunately, they were far away, but there were no casualties.

  However, at this moment, the shrill cry sounded again, and a dozen black shadows in the dense fog drew parabolas and smashed towards the players' positions.

   Explosions sounded one after another, gray-green smoke flickered on the position, and black mucus and pieces of meat were splashed.

  Although the damage is not high, the range is not large, and the accuracy is not good, but after forming a certain number, it still causes a lot of trouble for the players.

  One player was killed on the spot, and four others were injured to varying degrees.

  The battlefield atmosphere group was startled, subconsciously said.

   "Fuck! Did they throw the martyrs as grenades?!"

  That stuff must weigh twenty or thirty kilograms, right? !

   To be able to throw this thing so far, I am afraid that the arm strength is not small!

  Commander Quanshui immediately made a decision and ordered.

   "Class A, pay attention to concealment!"

   "Squad B fires high-explosive bombs!"

  There were bangs and bangs in the left position.

  Twelve 20mm high-explosive bombs drilled into the gray-green thick fog, bursting into an orange-yellow flame.

  Although there is no field of view, it can still be predicted based on the trajectory of the parabola.

  The attack seemed to have worked, and the number of martyrs flying in the sky was reduced by half.

   Immediately after the second round and the third round of salvo, the sound of explosions continued to come from the dense fog, and even accompanied by the sound of a few martyrs bursting from time to time.

   There were many casualties on the heterogeneous position.

  Some were killed by high-explosive bombs, and many were killed by their own people.

   Commander Quanshui standing on the front line was overjoyed. He could feel with his naked eyes that after these rounds of volleys, the offensive of the alien species had obviously weakened!

   Seemingly realizing that this situation will end sooner or later, the alien species in the dense fog no longer hesitated, and continued to attack the players' positions.

  Accompanied by a deafening roar, one after another, the burly monsters rushed out of the dense fog with heavy steps.

  They are 2.5 meters long, their fat belly dangles from side to side, and their necks seem to be connected to their chins. From a distance, they look like piles of walking meat, like trolls in a fantasy world.

   I have never seen this kind of monster in the northern suburbs, and the players squatting behind the concrete stones were shocked.

   "Fuck, what kind of alien is this?"

   "I haven't seen it in the illustrated book on the official website."

   "Alien Mutants?!"

   "Warhammer Ogre?!"

   "I think it's a bit like a tank from Left 4 Dead..."

   "Just replace the muscles with fat."

  Behind the fat man running wildly with his belly and arms swaying, the nibblers followed like little ghosts.

   Good guy.

  Butan cooperation has been completed?

   The players were surprised, but they didn't get distracted by it. They were playing a team now, so they didn't have time to chat.

  After entering the shooting range, the heavy machine guns deployed on the houses on both sides fired first, unleashing fierce firepower towards the running aliens.

   Immediately afterwards, the players in class A also squeezed the trigger, shooting at the rushing alien species.

Compared with the tyrants whose whole body is covered in **** armor, these running potbellies have thick blood, but their defense power is not high. The 7mm full-power rifle bullets may pass through the eaters, but they are not Just right.

  On the fat piece of meat, a string of black blood mist exploded, and the cavities created in their bodies by the tumbling shrapnel directly blasted off their limbs.

  The gnawers gathered around them also suffered heavy casualties in the face of machine gun fire. Occasionally, a few high-explosive bombs hit them, and they were stumped limbs and arms, and they fell down in an instant!

   A few big bellies led the nibblers to the edge of Squad A's position, but they soon discovered that the brutal battle had just begun.

  The players in the front row decisively ceased fire, picked up the spears, hatchets, or even sticks and shovels wrapped in wire, and greeted these alien heads.

  The players in the back row continue to fire support to relieve the pressure from the front for the players in the front row.

   Those standing in front are all old players. They have experienced multiple versions. Not only are their panel data far stronger than ordinary people, but they also have rich combat experience. It is not easy to deal with these alien species.

  Even if they face three or even four predators at the same time, they can easily deal with them without losing the wind.

  The fierce battle lasted for an hour.

  Under the crossfire of the buildings on both sides, the wave's second wave of offensive finally began to gradually weaken. In the end, only a few sporadic eaters and "fat men" were still attacking the players' positions.

   However, it is already the end of the battle!

  The battlefield atmosphere team waved the engineer shovel in their hands, easily split the head of a nibbler, kicked it down, and pulled out the shovel.

  Besides were two more gnawers rushing up, he didn't panic at all, poked and sliced, and cut off the heads of the two gnawers neatly.

  Black blood splattered all over.

  The battlefield atmosphere group raised their arms, wiped the black blood on the gas mask, turned their heads and smiled at me the darkest.

   "This thing is so easy to use!"

  I, the darkest, was struggling to pull the bayonet out of the eater, panting heavily.

   "MMP, how many waves are there in the opposite offensive?"

   "I don't know, maybe it will last all night."

   "Damn it?" I was the darkest and startled, "It must be dark again in reality?!"

   "What are you afraid of, anyway, you have only lived for a few hours."

   Hanging the engineer shovel on his waist, the field veteran squinted his eyes as he looked ahead.

  What is a night?

   Lost the "anti-addiction mechanism", he can play all day long!

  The wave's offensive paused for a while, and only sporadic gunfire remained on the ground.

   The players are a little tired, but their morale is still high.

   As of now, except for five people in Class A who were killed and ten injured, Classes B and C are still almost full!

   Just then, good news came from behind.

  More than 20 Mengxins ran over from the street behind carrying ammunition boxes.

   "Ammo! Here comes the ammo!"

  The news of the supply delivery made many players heave a sigh of relief.

  In the previous two rounds of offensives, there were at least five or six thousand alien species that rushed forward. Even though everyone was saving bullets, they still consumed a lot.

  When starting out, most players only carried six magazines, and now many of them only have one magazine left.

   This batch of ammo arrived just in time!

  Quan Shui had no time to rest, and immediately asked the players in the team to distribute 14 boxes of ammunition and send them to Classes B and C on both sides of the battlefield.

  There is the fulcrum of firepower.

  The remaining 6 boxes of ammunition were distributed to the brothers of Class A.

   There are almost 1,000~1,100 rounds of ammunition stuffed into an ammunition box. In addition to the 2,000 rounds of ammunition sent to the two machine guns, the remaining 35 players can only get about 110 rounds each.

   "Why so little?" Quan Shui asked with a frown.

  The Silver Hand who was in charge of delivering the ammunition said helplessly.

   "I also want to send more, but the ammunition has to be sent from the rear to the front. This is already the entire inventory of 68th Street, and the manager has asked us to send it all over."

  Quan Shui nodded and continued to ask.

   "How is your fortification going?"

Before the Silver Hand could speak, the Silver Sword next to him interrupted and said, "The construction progress has been completed by one-third! We piled up concrete fragments to form roadblocks, pulled up barbed wire on the street, and stopped large alien species Propelled stake."

   "The residents of Beit Street and the serfs of Brown Farm have all been mobilized, and there are other players joining in continuously. It feels like at least a thousand people have been mobilized!"

   "Probably can be done in less than morning!"

  The northern suburbs have reached a critical moment of life and death, and no one dares to take it lightly.

   Hearing that the fortifications had been repaired by a third, Commander Quanshui breathed a sigh of relief. After a short pause, he walked up to the crowd and glanced around at the players delivering supplies.

   "Which of you can use a gun?"

  Hearing this sentence, everyone's eyes lit up, and twenty hands raised in unison.

   "Me me me!"

   "I will! I play the FPS game Rogue 6!"

   "I played at the shooting range!"

  Spring Water Commander: "..."

   It's really 100% new.

   However, now is not the time to pick and choose.

  Selected five seemingly reliable players to stay, Quanshui gave them the guns of the dead players, and taught them how to shoot.

   "Remember to fire when you see monsters!"

   "Also, don't point the gun at your own people."

  Holding the rifle in his hand, Father Silver said excitedly.

   "Okay brother!"

   While speaking, the gray-green thick fog suddenly shrank, and then expanded rapidly.

   It's like breathing!

  The players standing on the ground finished their rest and looked at the gray-green fog waiting in readiness.

  At this time, there was a muffled sound hitting the ground, the cracked concrete pavement trembled faintly, and stones kept shaking off the building.

  Everyone tensed up.

   At this moment, a long, dull sound, like the whistle of a train, echoed on the fragmented ruins.

  A huge foot plate as thick as a bridge pier stepped heavily on the concrete floor, followed by a huge head emerging from the thick fog.

   "Damn it... what the **** is that?!"

  My darkest eyes were wide open, and the protruding eyeballs wanted to be pulled out of their sockets, staring straight ahead.

  He felt surprised to eat more today than in the past week.

  Not only him, but also the other players next to him, with surprise and disbelief written on their faces.

  Countless pieces of meat piled up into a five-story hill, rotting skin climbed from the bottom of the feet to the top of the head, and the ugly face was covered with sludge-like mycelium and slime.

  It has no facial features on its head, only a rotting mouth, and a larger mouth on its stomach that keeps opening and closing, wafting an ominous gray-green.

   From time to time, a different species like a gnawer fell out of the **** mouth, and then staggered to stand up from the ground.

  Commander Quanshui's eyes narrowed for a moment, and he stretched out his hand to press the microphone next to his ear and shouted.

   "Attention all teams, Boss appears!"

   "Class B, Class C open fire! Armor-piercing incendiary bombs! Three salvos!"

   "Suppress it!"

  The suture behemoth is like a wall blocking the firepower net, and behind it are swarms of alien species. If this guy is allowed to get close to the position, the consequences will be disastrous!

   A uniform response came from the communication channel.

"receive!"

  The guns fired in unison, and 24 anti-tank rifles sprayed thick and long tongues of flame!

  A piece of armor-piercing incendiary bombs traced orange-yellow trajectory in the air, heading straight for the monster made of flesh and blood!

   Facing the focused fire of the players, the suture giant opened its mouth, one big and one small, and let out a dull roar from its throat buried in fat.

   The alien species gathered around him began to speed up and run forward.

   The third round of offensive has officially kicked off!

   "MMP! This boss' blood is too thick!"

   My shoulders hurt from the shock.

   Kakarot, who put the 37mm heavy cavalry gun on the ground, cursed, reloaded an armor-piercing incendiary bomb into the chamber, and then pulled the bolt heavily.

boom-!

  The huge recoil even shook the dust on the ground.

  However, when the shell hit Roshan’s body, it was still like a needle poking cotton, and there was no reaction at all.

   Completely ignoring the firepower focused on him, the giant made of flesh and blood still walked forward steadily.

   Crouching at the forefront of the battle line, the battlefield atmosphere team shouted anxiously behind them.

   "Damn it, spring water, you have to find a way!"

   "Shut up, I'm thinking!"

  Quan Shui turned his head quickly, staring at the 5-story Roshan.

  He saw with his own eyes at least six armor-piercing burns in that guy's head. It stands to reason that his brain should be scorched.

unless…

  The head is not its weak point at all? !

   There is no time to hesitate, he ordered without hesitation.

   "Attention machine gunners and anti-tank riflemen! Don't waste bullets on that pile of meat!"

   "Get rid of those creepers!"

   "All 37mm heavy cavalry guns! The upper armor-piercing shells focused on its left leg! Hit it at the joint!"

   It's okay if you can't kill it.

   At least make it stop!

  The attack appears to have worked.

  The heavy firepower weapons deployed on the tall buildings on both sides were outputting crazily. The giant, who had been hit by several armor-piercing bullets on his left leg and knee, tilted his body, lost his balance, and fell heavily to the ground.

  Rolling dust was stirred up, and the air waves at the bottom even swept away the surrounding spore clouds. Countless eaters and even crawlers were crushed by the huge body.

  Machine gun bullets passed over its corpse, frantically harvesting the alien species behind it.

   Anti-tank rifles keep firing, aiming at those creepers and tyrants, preventing high-threat targets from approaching the position.

   The battle situation became anxious for a while.

   At this moment, Commander Quanshui suddenly heard a voice like the sound of heaven from the communication channel.

   "Support firepower is in place!"

"hold onto!"

   At the same time as the voice fell, a series of cannons sounded from afar.

  Several white phosphorous bombs rose into the sky, and the glaring white light lit up the night.

  Under the strong light, the nibbler's movements were obviously a little stiff, and his forward speed also slowed down by half a beat.

  The suture behemoth lying on the ground struggled to get up, but at this moment, four lightning-like arcs flashed in the sky.

  Many players saw the strange shape of the sky, and raised their heads one after another, with surprised expressions on their faces.

   "Look at the sky!"

"airplane?!"

  Two long-shuttle planes one behind the other, the plasma engines on both sides of the wings sprayed arcs of fire, whizzing past Qingquan City like meteors.

  12 pitch-black warheads were dropped from the belly of the two planes, starting from the suture giant prostrate on the ground, and swept towards the rear.

  Boom—!

  In an instant, the fire burst into the sky.

  The shock wave of the explosion filled the entire street, and the boiling flames instantly engulfed all the alien species on the street.

  The boiling heat wave even blew to the players' positions, scorching the corpses of those who gnawed on the ground.

"That is…"

  Looking blankly at the sea of ​​flames in front of him, Commander Quanshui swallowed.

   "The plane in Boulder?"

  So strong!

   If only the shelter had such strong firepower!

  The flames of the incendiary bomb created a vacuum. After struggling for a while, the huge beast covered in flames quickly lay down on the ground without moving.

  The spore cloud was replaced by thick smoke, and the whole street was filled with the smell of scorching, which could be smelled from the artillery positions far away.

  Cheers of victory sounded from all around, and the players chanted Niubi and 666 one after another.

   "Thanks to the planning father for sending the rocket!"

   "Oh my god... this power is too strong!"

   "How many people died in this wave?"

   "It's not impossible to say two or three thousand... four or five thousand."

  Because of their blocking, the wave was densely pressed in front of the position. After this wave of air strikes, even the spore clouds released by the fruiting bodies were washed away.

   It's just that Quan Shui's head is still a little confused.

  Where did this air strike come from?

  …

  At the temporary command post several kilometers away, staring at the picture on the screen, Chu Guang, who was wearing power armor, breathed a sigh of relief

   "Finally caught up."

  Before he ordered Xu Shun to buy support like the militia group in Boulder City.

  The 12 incendiary bombs are worth 60,000 chips in total. If there are more than 6 pieces, the delivery fee will be free within Qingquan City.

  High quality and low price.

  In fact, at first Chu Guang planned to hire mercenaries to help fight, but the distance from Boulder City to 65th Street is too far, and the cost performance is not high.

  So he simply changed his mind and used the contact information collected from the radio to directly rent a plane from the militia and buy a wave of air strikes.

Now it seems.

   It's worth the money.

   As for where did the chips come from?

  Of course he can't afford so much, but he can ask Liszt to borrow it.

  Liszt's battery factory and exoskeleton factory have just opened, and he is now tied to the tank of No. 404 Vault.

  Besides, Chu Guang's reputation is still good, and there is a large amount of spiritual leaves in the warehouse. Liszt is not worried at all that he can't pay back the money, but wants him to borrow more.

   "The troops on the front line should be able to take a breather."

   On the frontline positions, sporadic flames were burning.

  The backlog of corpses piled up into hills.

   From time to time, the sound of mortars came from the distance, and the 88mm high-explosive shells fell in the gray-green thick fog in the distance, leaving a trail covered by artillery fire with the Xu Jin barrage.

  Boss has been licked off by air strikes.

   Only a few fish that escaped the net were left, struggling with corpses all over the floor.

"…finished?"

  Quan Shui felt relieved, maybe he thought the problem too complicated, this blocking battle might not be as difficult as imagined.

   There are still five or six hours before dawn, and they have already caused one-tenth of the casualties to the alien species.

  However, at this moment, dense gunshots suddenly came from the position on the right, and the spring suddenly looked towards the building not far away, but only a few flickering fires were seen in the darkness.

   There was a rushing voice on the communication channel.

   "The left position encountered a large number of creepers!"

   "Our side too! The right position was attacked—fuck!"

   "Damn it! Where did these dogs come from?!"

  The gunshots of rifles came from the communication channel, as well as the screams of the creepers. The players stationed there fought hand-to-hand with the aliens who invaded the building.

   Listen to that voice, obviously there is more than one!

  A drop of cold sweat ran across the forehead of the spring.

   Just as he was about to separate his hands to support the positions on both sides, a black shadow suddenly burst out from the thick fog amidst the heavy flames.

   Seeing that figure clearly, I subconsciously let out an exclamation.

   "Power armor?!"

To be precise, it was the power armor engulfed by the slime mold. The gaps in the rusted armor were filled with dark red flesh, and a layer of dark red was also covered on the steel surface from the breastplate to the leg armor. of creep.

  Steel and flesh are organically combined to form a four-dimensional stitching monster, but what is surprising is that the running posture is no different from that of a real person!

  The positions on both sides that were attacked by the creepers barely opened fire. Two 37mm armor-piercing projectiles hit the thick breastplate and wiped out a steep upward trajectory.

  Failed to penetrate!

  The eyes of the battlefield atmosphere group widened.

  T-10 power armor!

   He saw it on the forum!

   That was the photo taken by elder brother Fang Chang when he went to Boulder City for the first time. The militia in Boulder City used exactly this suit of armor!

   Was it captured by slime mold?

   Before he had time to think about the reason, the players around him tightly pulled the trigger and fired at the power armor, trying to stop it from advancing.

  However, the 7mm shuttle hit it like a joke, and it didn't even make it stop.

  The distance of hundreds of meters is fleeting.

  The power armor rushed to the player's position, waving its right arm inlaid with a chainsaw, and took two lives in an instant.

  I wanted to make a detour the most, but just as I turned around and took a step back, I was split in half by the whistling chainsaw.

   This unlucky big brother had just been resurrected for a few hours, and this time he didn't even say "Zhuo" before physically going offline again.

   Seeing the power armor staring at him, the battlefield atmosphere team knew that he couldn't escape, threw away the rifle with an empty magazine, pulled out the engineer shovel and charged forward.

  A chain saw was coming towards him, and the speed shocked him. Even though the talent dodge was turned on, the whistling chain saw still cut off his right arm.

  The arm is bleeding profusely!

  Consciousness was in a trance for a moment.

  Battlelander managed to stay awake, pulled out the combat dagger with his left hand, and slammed into the gap filled with dark red slime mold on the side of the power armor.

   "Die to the Lord!"

  However, the power armor was one step ahead of him, stretched out its left arm and grabbed his neck, lifting him up from the ground.

  The dagger waved empty.

   Huge pressure came from his neck, and the warrior felt it was difficult to breathe, his whole face was swollen red, and he felt as if his head was going to burst.

  He threw the dagger in his hand at the iron lump covered with slime mold, but there was only a crisp bang, and it was useless at all.

   This **** thing probably inherited the defense of the Power Armor, even a 37mm armor-piercing projectile will only leave a scratch on it, let alone a dagger!

  The silver sword next to him held the bayonet in his hand, screaming and rushed up to help, but before he ran halfway, he was thrown to the ground by a creeper and bit his neck off.

   "Mom! Lao Jian! Ahhh, I'm fighting with you!"

  Seeing the alien species rushing to his face, Father Silver, whose rifle jammed, pulled out his hatchet and rushed forward bravely, but was soon overwhelmed by the nibblers.

   There was chaos on the battlefield, and gunshots were everywhere.

   The player and the alien species are in a melee.

   Both sides are ruthless characters who are not afraid of death, and courage and morale have lost their meaning at this moment.

  The entire street turned into a **** meat grinder in an instant, involving both sides in the war, and the lives of both sides were disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Oh shit…"

  Pretending too much, I'm afraid it's going to be cold this time!

  Seeing this scene from the corner of the eye, the Zhandi guy cursed in his heart.

  Before his consciousness was far away, he tried his best to touch his waist with his left hand and tore off the fuse hidden there.

   This is an organ he made himself.

   Just never had a chance to use it.

  6 grenades emit blue smoke at the same time.

   Staring at the scarlet eyes under the tin can, he spat a mouthful of blood and foamed on its face.

"…go to hell!"

  The spit made the tin can slightly stunned, as if he didn't understand what he wanted to do.

   Right at this moment, the fire exploded!

  The field guy was blown to pieces without any suspense.

  The flames of the explosion caught the power armor by surprise, and a large piece of creep was blown out, but it did not cause substantial damage to him.

  Class A's defense line has been broken down.

  With the collapse of the frontal front, the two wings, which were already in a hard fight, soon fell into the siege of alien species.

  The battle continues.

   All are valiantly resisting.

  Even if everyone knows that their death is already doomed.

   "...Sure enough, I was killed by the plot."

  Commander Quanshui had a wry smile on his face.

  The intensity of the fourth wave of attacks has obviously exceeded their ability to bear.

  In fact, if it weren't for the previous wave of air strikes, they might not even be able to survive the third wave of offensive.

  He has done his best.

   The rest will be handed over to the brothers behind...

  Throwing away the rifle with empty magazines, Quanshui pulled out his pistol and shot at the surging gnawers, intending to fight with his teammates until the last moment.

   Anyway, if you run, you will definitely not be able to escape.

  Where can he go with an intelligence department?

   There is no need to think about hiding.

  According to the updated information on the official website, when the concentration of spores in the air reaches a certain level, the slime mold species will gain all-round perception of the area.

  Each spore cloud is their eye!

   One round was empty, and Commander Quanshui reloaded silently.

  To his surprise, the nibblers didn't attack him, and didn't even look at him, they rushed towards the position behind him, or rushed into the buildings on both sides of the street.

  Dense fog spread around.

   has completely engulfed him, and the surrounding visibility is less than five meters!

  At this time, a vague outline suddenly appeared in front of him.

   It was a three-meter-tall giant, with dark red flesh dragging on the ground like a long skirt, a face without facial features staring straight at him, and flesh-red tentacles flying behind it, like Medusa's hair.

  Although it is not a sensory department, the spring water has a strong feeling.

   This guy in front of him may be more dangerous than the five-story behemoth before!

  The index finger touched the earphone, he took a deep breath, and said calmly.

   "The Artillery Crew...fires on my position."

  VM has marked his location.

   It takes about half a minute to correct the coordinates.

   After speaking, Quanshui raised the muzzle of the gun and pulled the trigger towards the monster in front of him.

boom-!

   Flame spewed from the muzzle.

  The bullet hit the monster without even a trace of blood splashing, but he didn't stop, and continued to pull the trigger.

   Seems to have successfully attracted the monster's attention.

   Or maybe the monster came running towards him in the first place.

  The face without facial features suddenly opened a gap, and a tentacle pierced through his mask and pierced his right eye.

   There was no time to react, the spring water only saw a black shadow flash, and before seeing what happened, it disconnected from its own game character.

   Headphones dropped to the ground.

  The picture is still being transmitted.

  The monster let out a hoarse whisper.

   “… embrace evolution.”

  Quan Shui, who had lost the control of his conscious body, stood there in a daze, motionless.

  The monster stared at him, seemingly confused.

   After a while, there was a trace of disappointment in the scarlet pupils, and slowly withdrew the tentacles.

  The surrounding corpse eaters swarmed up and soon drowned the spring standing on the ruins. And the spring water standing there was allowed to be devoured by them, motionless.

  The surroundings are silent, only the creaking chewing can be heard.

  The picture is full of weird colors.

   At this moment, there was a sudden sound of piercing through the air, and dozens of mortar shells covered the area around the spring, and the flames of the explosion joined together.

  A shell fell to the side, and the eaters surrounding the spring fell instantly.

   Hit by the shrapnel and shock wave of the explosion, the Medusa-shaped monster let out a shrill scream, and the flesh under the skirt rolled, and quickly passed through the hot smoke.

  The sound of explosions continued one after another, the streets were in a mess, and the gunshots in the building had stopped, leaving only two explosions that sounded from time to time.

  In the temporary command post several kilometers away, there was a dead silence.

  The camera was cut off by the sound of an explosion, and the surrounding air was eerily quiet.

  Vanus involuntarily glanced at Chu Guang.

  Although the expression on his face cannot be seen through the mask, it must not be too good.

  125 people were killed in action.

   There are dozens of awakened ones.

  Even if their battle results are outstanding, such a tragic loss will surely cast a tinge of gloom on the entire refuge.

   “…they are true warriors.”

  Chu Guang nodded slowly.

"Yes."

  The construction progress of the first line of defense has reached 60%, and it is expected to be completely completed before dawn.

  Although there are still a few hours before dawn, the advancing tide has obviously stopped.

   The Warriors on 65th Street bought them plenty of time.

   Lost the cultivation pod connected to the clone and started to synthesize a new container.

   At the same time, with 125 players offline, the official website of "Wasteland OL" is full of excitement...

  (end of this chapter)