Chapter 394 Authority Inheritance (Second update!)

   Above the sky.

  Heart of Iron airship.

  The gun barrel under the pod slowly moved its angle, locking onto the white fog.

   At the same time, in the pod, the main gunner held a note from the orderly in his hand, and gave orders to the deputy gunner.

   "Adjustment of artillery parameters..."

   "The shooting elements are set!"

   "High explosive reloading."

   "Prepare—"

   "Fire!"

  The lead wire was pulled back at the same time, three cannon shots were fired neatly, and the flames and thick smoke rolled neatly into the white mist.

  Standing next to the observation hole, the sergeant with a binoculars around his neck looked outside, but he couldn't see where the shells landed.

  I only heard three muffled thunders coming slowly, but I couldn't even see the flames of the explosion.

   "...it's too foggy to see anything."

  The main gunner pressed the walkie-talkie hanging on his shoulder, and shouted to his teammates after a long time.

   "Hit confirmed! Cease fire."

"receive."

  The smoking shell exited the barrel, and a sergeant dragged it with a cart and threw it into a wooden box in the corner of the room.

   The observer walked to the side of the main gunner and asked.

   "Sir, do you have an action plan for today?"

   The main gunner replied.

"No."

  The observer continued to ask curiously.

   "Then what are we fighting?"

  The main gunner glanced at the note in his hand, and casually threw it into the trash can beside him.

   "General McClain's prey."

  The deputy gunner interjected with great interest.

   "The big guy that's two stories tall?"

   "Otherwise?" The main gunner chuckled, "Aside from that guy, is there anything else our officer should never forget?"

  The observer glanced outside, and said with a laugh.

   "Such a big fog can really pick a day."

  As we all know, rainy and foggy days are definitely not a good day for hunting. Not only will the field of view be limited, the scope will be fogged, the perception will also be weakened by the environment, and the accuracy and reliability of the weapon will be affected.

   However, this problem does not exist for the alien species who have long been accustomed to the jungle.

   Especially Death Claw.

  The humid environment will make it more dangerous.

   "The native said that the most dangerous place is the safest place... Whatever it is, today's work is done anyway." After saying something indifferent, the chief gunner took off his gloves and threw them aside.

  The three 100mm cannons are the only reinforcements they promised to the hunting team, and they don't need to worry about whether they work or not.

  They only need to shoot out the shells according to the coordinates provided by the front line, and that's it.

  At this moment, in the urban area more than ten kilometers away from the airship, the street that was hit by three 100mm artillery shots was in a mess.

  The cracked concrete pavement is like a muddy field that has been arched by a plow, and the concrete debris and cracked stones are all over the ground.

  The flames rose together with traces of hot air, and the Deathclaw standing at the center of the explosion let out a mournful roar.

   Its eyes were blinded by shrapnel, its spine was pierced by armor-piercing bullets, and its flesh was scorched... Although all the wounds were healing rapidly, the continuous injuries completely irritated it.

  The serum was blown to pieces in the artillery fire...

   However, that is not important anymore.

  Anyway, the passage from the refuge to the research area has been opened, and the used serum will continue to be produced, and it will go to that laboratory to get some out through other people.

   And these people in front of me...

   No, these ants.

   It only wants them to die!

   "I'm going to tear you apart!"

   "I'll take out your eyes, intestines... and feed them to the dogs!"

  The vicious curse echoed in the thick fog accompanied by that shrill howl, and dozens of hunched figures emerged from the thick fog.

Some of them stood on the street, some climbed on the roof of the building or on the broken wall, rubbing their sharp claws and fangs like blades, their amber pupils were full of desire for flesh and blood, facing towards the people standing on the street. The Polar Bear Knights at the other end approached.

   These are its children.

  Although their volume is more than a little bit smaller than that of the parent body, they are still slightly larger than the garbage king who has already reached a dozen levels.

   "giao... was targeted by a group of garbage kings!" Tail's face not only showed no trace of fear, but was even a little excited.

   Rourou couldn't laugh or cry.

   "Why are you suddenly excited?"

   "Fighting against a powerful enemy... Don't you think it's exciting!" Tail said excitedly, "Don't worry about the meat, we've shaken people too!"

   It is obvious that they are not the only ones standing here. Long before they went to the appointment, the Death Corps had already set out to ambush near the target.

   Almost at the same time that the death claws appeared, about two or three hundred figures passed through the thick fog at the same time.

  Gas masks were hung on their chests, an engineer shovel was pinned to their waists, and the assault rifles in their hands had already been inserted with bayonets.

  Yong's eyes narrowed slightly.

  Two hundred and seventy people...

   More than half of them are awakened...

  A trace of fear flashed in the amber pupils, but it was quickly blown away by a trace of disdain from the nasal cavity.

so what!

  It has broken through the limit of life.

  Every cell in its body is condensed with the highest crystallization of pre-war life science and technology.

  It is an immortal king, it is an existence that can stand at the top of the food chain with only its physical body, and it will eventually become the overlord of this planet!

  Whether it's humans, mutants, or those slime molds that exude a rancid smell... they will all surrender at its feet in the end!

   "Humble ants..."

  It rubbed the sharp claws on the soles of its feet, and let out a roar from its **** mouth.

   "Rip them up for me!"

  The mournful roar rushed towards the players like a tidal wave.

  Looking at the surging deathclaws, everyone's faces were filled with high fighting spirit, and the blood in their chests seemed to be burning.

  No one showed an expression of fear.

   No one retreated.

  The sharp whistle pierced through the thick fog, giving all the players present a BUFF to move forward.

  For the Death Corps, charging is the supreme tactic.

   is also their most handy tactic!

   "Brothers! Go!"

   "Demacia!"

   "Aooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!"

  Hot metal collided with flesh and blood, and gunshots rang through the streets.

   No need to aim at all.

   After shooting the last bullet in the magazine, the charging player didn't stop at all, but directly held the bayonet and killed the death claws who were rushing forward.

  The two waves collided together, like a meat grinder rolling together, flesh and blood were flying all over the sky, and they couldn't be distinguished from each other when they were mixed together.

  The amber pupils were full of astonishment.

   Unbelievable even.

   Not long ago, it fought against the Centuries of the Legion. At that time, it just randomly harvested a few lives, and those people withdrew in a panic.

  However, these people in front of them...

  They seem to have no idea what death is, and they have no intention of taking a step back.

  When the bullets were empty, they used bayonets, engineer shovels, or even stones and steel bars picked up from the ground... That barbaric way of fighting, even the eyes of beasts could not help but write fear, trembling and hesitating.

these people…

   They are a bunch of lunatics!

  More and more children died in the fight, Yong finally couldn't help letting out a roar, and rushed towards the group of ants who were not afraid of death.

   More **** fighting...

just began.

  …

   When the street returned to silence, it was already an hour later.

  The rising morning glow is shining in the distance, and it may not be long before the fog that fills the street will dissipate...

  The dying Yong family crawled in the middle of the street.

   Its body was wrapped with iron chains, dripping with blood, just like Prometheus tied to a rock.

   Although its ideal is not to bring light and heat to this world, but pure malice and darkness.

  As it said, half of the chaos in this land originated from this place, and it was it who opened the magic box completely.

   Those wounds are no longer healed, just like the players discussed on the forum, there is a limit to its recovery ability.

  Continuous damage will accelerate the consumption of biomass energy in his body, and if it is not supplemented by eating, it will soon break through the limit of resilience.

  As the players shot one after another hot metal shrapnel into its body, it finally couldn't support it and fell down.

  Although the players also paid a lot of casualties for this.

  But how can there be an undead in a group?

  According to the agreed rules, each sacrificed player will be compensated with at least 300 silver coins—equivalent to the income of the next three days.

  Those dead brothers are probably bragging on the forum by now.

   is indeed worth bragging about.

  That's Deathclaw as tall as a two-story building...

   The closed beta server has been open for so long, and this is the first time they have seen each other.

   "Speaking of... I forgot to ask, what is that plan B?"

   Panting heavily, Lian Dayan, who was sitting on the old car, wiped the blood from his forehead, looked at the construction site boy and brick and asked.

  The construction site boy and Brick haven't had time to answer.

   Sitting on the edge paddling, he answered for him with a smile.

   "Plan B...just not having a plan."

  The construction site boy and Brick nodded and said.

   "That's right, whatever plan you want, just do it!"

  If the drum washing machine was here, he would definitely respond, but unfortunately, his head flew to nowhere.

  According to the results of their previous discussions with Tail.

   If the sneak attack doesn't kill that Yong family, everyone will go up and fight together... This is their plan B.

  In fact, the construction site guy thinks that Plan A is completely redundant.

  Before the official BOSS battle is triggered, the BOSS of this level is absolutely blood-locked, how could it be killed by a sneak attack?

   Anyway, in the end I got it.

   It's better to rush up and fight in groups from the beginning.

   Debt big eyes can't laugh or cry.

   "This is too messy."

   Edge paddling grinned, and patted his shoulder.

   "Otherwise, all available methods have been used... I really want to tell the winner, but I still have to see the truth after all."

   As he spoke, he looked at the sky filled with thick fog in the distance, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

   That's where the Heart of Iron floats.

   In front of that behemoth, even the two-story Mother of Death Claw is nothing more than a slightly bigger grasshopper.

   Barbarism across the desert, that's the real threat they face...

  Looking at the tail and sesame paste walking towards him, and the **** great pyrenes, Yong's eyes finally showed a trace of panic.

  At this moment, it was laying on the ground and dying, its eyes no longer had that arrogance and arrogance, and there was a hint of begging in its hoarse voice.

   "Leave me alone, I can help you become stronger... Don't you want to have stronger power?"

  At this time, a familiar voice suddenly came from the side.

   "There are many kinds of strength... We just have different understandings of strength."

  Moving his stiff neck, Yong Shi looked in the direction of the voice, and the moment he met the man's gaze, his amber pupils suddenly shrank.

   "Aren't you dead?!" Yong Shi couldn't help but screamed.

  Three days ago, it clearly saw the woman in front of it with its own eyes. After reading the last experiment log, it pointed the muzzle at the temple and pulled the trigger.

  At that time, the fire was flickering, brains and blood smeared the wall, and it was a pity for a second or two.

  But now, the person who should have died stood in front of it again...

  Yong's eyes were dull, but Sisi didn't intend to explain nonsense to it, but just smiled lightly.

   "It disappoints you, but you don't need to think about those troublesome things...it's over."

  After skydiving, she had to drive more than 20 kilometers. The long-distance rush along the way exhausted her.

   But fortunately, I still caught up.

   "Oh! I leave it to you!" Tail gave a thumbs up and said with sparkling eyes, "Give it the last blow!"

  Sisi smiled and gestured for three grams of oil.

   "Oh, thanks Ao."

   The corners of his mouth curled up triumphantly, and he said generously with his tail.

   "You're welcome! Just remember not to break your head! I promised my brother in the field, leave this guy's dog head to him!"

   In exchange for the three 100mm guns.

  Thanks to that round of barrage coverage, at least half of the boss's health bar was consumed for them.

   "Don't worry... I'll take its head off completely."

  Watching Sisi approaching step by step with an ax in his hand, Yong's eyes were filled with horror, and his huge body desperately tried to break free.

  However, the iron chains hanging on the abandoned cars and street lamps fixed it tightly.

   "Please...don't."

   "Don't thank me...this ax is specially prepared for you!"

   As she spoke, she raised the ax high above her head with a whoosh, and slashed at the neck as thick as a python—one after another.

  At first, Yong was still howling and begging for mercy, but when he got to the back, he couldn't hear the sound at all, only the muffled sound of blunt instruments chopping flesh and blood.

   Hot blood sprayed all over the street.

  The scene is comparable to a slaughterhouse.

   Watching from a distance, Lian Dayan couldn't help shrinking his neck.

   "Damn, is it so bloody?"

  The boy on the construction site and Brick stared straight at the eyes, and suddenly said something.

   "Love love love."

   Edge stroke: “…”

   Debt big eyes: "???"

  …

  【Task: Kill Yongshi (Completed)】

  【Mission: Obtain permission to shelter No. 79 (in progress)】

【Task:…】

  The VM screen flashes a light blue pop-up window saying the task is complete.

  Looking at the finally severed head, Sisi threw the blood-stained ax aside, and shook his sour right hand.

   "This guy's got a stiff neck."

  Tail standing beside him nodded seriously.

   "Hmm, it's been a long time since I cut it."

  There was a dumbfounding expression on the face of Flesh and Sesame Paste, and they mourned for this unlucky guy for a few seconds in their hearts.

   Still, no one sympathized with it.

  It may have done some good things, but compared to the evil it has committed in this century, it is not worth mentioning at all.

   What's more, this guy is no longer a human being, and they won't overflow their sympathy with enemies who attack their companions.

   But having said that, although Yongshi used them insidiously, the materials dropped from it are not annoying.

  For example, the leather of the claw of death is especially suitable for making backpacks and leather goods. With devil silk, it can make the most advanced protective gear, even stronger than Kevlar material!

  The only disadvantage is that it is difficult to mass produce.

   But after obtaining the authority of No. 79 shelter, this problem will no longer exist.

   As long as you get enough Psychic Interferometers, let alone use the skin of Death Claw as a backpack, you can build a "Death Claw Knights" without any problem!

  The players began to clean the battlefield.

  At this time, the battlefield atmosphere team came slowly from a distance.

  After calling the legion's bombardment earlier, he stood far away OB. Now that the battle is over, it's finally time for him to play.

  Glancing at the blood-smeared street, he couldn't help but click his tongue when he saw the man dragging half of the corpse to the side of the road.

   "Damn, how many of you died?"

   Said casually while paddling on the edge.

   "Not yet counted, maybe a hundred... What's wrong?"

   "It's nothing, I just admire it a little bit," said the Zhandi guy with a look of emotion, "Your battle damage is still as high as ever..."

   Edge paddling smiled embarrassedly.

   "Cough, everyone is more reckless... But it's okay, as long as you can win."

   Players who pursue the survival rate will not come to the Death Corps, just like diners who want to eat steak will not go to a hot pot restaurant.

  Although the level of Death Corps players is generally not very high, and only a few players in the T1 echelon have reached LV20, their street fighting ability is given a very high evaluation even by Spring Brother.

  Even in reality, these people are definitely a group of street fighting masters. Although the fighting instinct honed in countless deaths cannot be quantified by attribute points, no one will doubt their fighting power.

   "Where's the head?" The field guy stretched out his hand.

   "Don't worry, I'll keep it for you." He pointed at the trash can by the side of the road with a stroke of water, where there was a bundle of sacks containing Yong's head.

  The deathclaw's head was the size of a cow even with its neck, and it weighed 100 kilograms even after the blood was drained.

  The battlefield atmosphere team stepped forward, untied the tight hemp rope, glanced at it, and said contentedly.

   "Not bad, not bad, there is nowhere to find it when you break through the iron shoes, and it doesn't take much effort to get it."

   "You can find a way to get it back yourself, we won't help you," Edge paddled and said with a smile, "By the way, if you hold this guy's head, can you change to a centurion?"

  The battlefield guy said with a smile.

"Absolutely."

   More than a centurion!

   There are other rewards too!

  The only pity is that the mission reward is dinars.

  At present, there is no official exchange rate for dinars and silver coins. It may be possible to wait until the legion map is opened before the exchange can be stabilized.

   "What about your team members?"

"They, I threw them away halfway... It's not convenient for me to make up stories with them," said the battlefield atmosphere team's eyes, and continued with a hippie smile, "By the way, why don't you come with me?" If you can go back, you can say that you are from the same town as Beit Street."

"Going to so many people at once, you're fooling NPCs like fools." Edge paddle rolled his eyes, and continued, "Take your time, I'll send a few people to your place tomorrow to check the situation, no problem. Bring more people in."

   "Okay, then I won't waste time here."

  Picking Deathclaw's head on his shoulders, the Battlefield guy said his farewell, then turned and walked into the already thin fog.

   Paddle on the edge of the water to look at the battlefield that has been cleaned in the distance, and shout to his teammates.

   "Brothers, it's time to withdraw."

   Lian Dayan, who had already packed his equipment, walked over.

"where are we going."

   Paddle on the edge of the water and think about it.

   "Let's go to Xiangling Town first."

  Before the fog cleared, they had to find a place to put the loot first, so as to cooperate with the performance of the warriors when they returned.

   If the airship saw the corpses and the messy battlefield, I’m afraid the warlords would not be able to explain it even if they made up flowers. How did they get the head...

  …

  Xiangling Town.

   In the central courtyard of the municipal library, the corpses of Deathclaws were lined up neatly, including the big guy who lost his head...

  The family is neat and tidy.

   Standing aside, Wu Tao and Wang Xu had surprise written all over their faces.

   It's not just them.

   Every survivor in Xiangling Town couldn't help holding their breath and staring wide-eyed.

   Seventeen death claws!

   And that two-story matrix!

   After staring at the headless guy in silence for a long time, Wu Tao swallowed and said with difficulty.

   "That Deathclaw...is dead?"

   Knowing which end he was referring to, Sisi, who was brushing the VM, nodded nonchalantly.

   "Oh, dead."

  At this moment, her body was covered with blood, from head to toe was shockingly red, and her whole body was completely turned into a blood man.

  When I first came back here, I even scared the children in the village to tears.

  The survivors around looked at each other with more or less complicated expressions on their faces.

   "Dead... If you die, you will die," Wu Tao sighed, with a sad expression on his face, "People from the legion, I'm afraid they will come here again soon."

  He didn't expect that alien species that eats people and doesn't spit out bones can become their patron saint and protect the village for a lifetime.

  However, he had imagined that those barbaric soldiers would be intimidated by the power of that big guy, and would not dare to take the risk of coming here to disturb them again.

   Feeling a little sorry, Sesame Paste whispered.

   "This place will soon become a battlefield, I suggest you move out as soon as possible."

   "That's right!" Tail nodded seriously and said, "You can go to Dawn City, everyone there will be fine! The respected Lord Manager will take you in!"

   "Really, thank you for your kindness," Wu Tao sighed, and continued nervously, "But this is our home after all, and we have lived here for more than a century... Now you suddenly want us to move out."

  At this time, Sisi, who was fiddling with VM, suddenly spoke.

   "Actually, there is another way..."

  Although she was a little afraid of this crazy woman covered in blood, her intuition told Wu Tao that she might have really thought of a good idea.

  So he summoned up his courage and asked boldly.

   "What, what way?"

   "Moving to Shelter 79, we vacated a few buildings, more than enough to accommodate two or three hundred people. If you really don't want to leave your hometown, you can hide there temporarily, and it's the same when you come back to live after the war is over."

"Yes, you can hide in Shelter No. 79 first!" Tail showed a surprised expression on his face, touched his chin and nodded, "...Anyway, we will probably build a new survivor settlement here, and it seems that moving to Dawn City No need."

  Sesame Paste hesitated and said, "But... we don't have the authority to shelter No. 79, do we?"

  Hearing these words, Sisi's blood-stained face suddenly showed a subtle expression.

   "Uh, about this issue, I just wanted to say... Although I don't know what happened, I seem to have obtained part of the authority that belongs to that guy."

   As she spoke, she handed out the VM in her hand.

  On the screen, it was the surveillance footage of a room in Vault 79, and in the corner of the room, a dead body with a headshot was lying there.

   That body was none other than someone else.

   It was herself...

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(Two updates are here, the plot of Vault 79 is over, and the next step is to count the loot! It’s a little faster than expected, and I’m very conscientious that I didn’t split the big chapter into two chapters? Finally, thank you “Fake Teacher” , "21912", "whatever you say", "breeder's trumpet", "don't go back when you hear it", and "the night rain and spring come again"!! I haven't eaten lunch yet, I'm exhausted, I'll start Sleep and write again...)

  (end of this chapter)