Chapter 393 Authority Inheritance

Above the sky.

Iron Heart airship.

The gun barrel under the pod slowly moved its angle and locked onto the white fog.

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

"Adjust the gun parameters..."

"Firing parameters are set!"

"High-explosive shells are loaded."

"Ready--"

"Fire!"

The fuses were pulled back at the same time, and three neat gunshots were heard. The fire and smoke rolled neatly into the white fog.

Standing next to the observation hole, the sergeant with a telescope hanging around his neck looked outside and could not see where the shells fell.

Only three muffled thunders were heard slowly, but even the flames of the explosion could not be seen.

"...The fog is too thick here, and nothing can be seen."

The main gunner pressed the intercom hanging on his shoulder and shouted to his teammates after a long time.

"Hit confirmed! Cease fire."

"Received."

The smoking shell was ejected from 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 main gunner and asked.

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

The main gunner replied.

"No."

The observer continued to ask curiously.

"What are we shooting for?"

The main gunner glanced at the note in his hand and threw it into the trash can next to him.

"The prey that General McLennan is targeting."

The deputy gunner interrupted with interest.

"That two-story-high guy?"

"What else?" The main gunner laughed, "Besides that guy, is there anything else that is worth our commander's attention?"

The observer looked outside and laughed.

"Such a heavy fog, he really knows how to pick a day."

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

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

Especially the death claw.

The humid environment will make it more dangerous.

"The native said that the most dangerous place is the safest place... Who cares, anyway, today's work is done." After saying this indifferently, the main gunner took off his gloves and threw them aside.

The three 100mm artillery shells were the only reinforcements they promised to the hunting team. They didn't need to worry about whether they worked or not.

They only needed to fire the shells according to the coordinates provided by the front line.

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

The cracked concrete road surface was like a muddy ground that had been plowed and harrowed, with concrete debris and cracked stones all over the ground.

The flames and wisps of hot air rose together, and the Death Claw standing at the center of the explosion let out a shrill roar.

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

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

However, that was no longer important.

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

And these people in front of it...

No, these ants.

It just wants them to die!

"I will tear you apart!"

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

The vicious curse echoed in the thick fog along with the shrill howl, and dozens of hunched figures appeared from the thick fog.

Some of them stood on the street, some climbed on the rooftops or ruins, rubbing their blade-like claws and fangs, their amber eyes full of desire for flesh and blood, approaching the White Bear Knights standing at the other end of the street.

These are all its children.

Although their size is more than a little smaller than the mother, they are still slightly larger than the garbage king who is already more than ten levels.

"Giao... Being targeted by a group of garbage kings!" Tail's face was not afraid at all, and even a little excited.

Rourou said with a smile.

"Why are you suddenly excited?"

"Fighting with a powerful enemy... Don't you think it's exciting!!" Tail said excitedly, "Don't worry Rourou, we have also called people!"

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 and ambushed near the target.

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

They wore gas masks on their chests, engineer shovels on their waists, and assault rifles in their hands were already equipped with bayonets.

Yong's eyes narrowed slightly.

Two hundred and seventy people...

More than half of them were awakened...

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

So what!

It has broken through the limits of life.

Every cell in its body condenses 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 flesh, and it will eventually become the overlord of this planet!

Whether it is humans, mutants or those slime molds that emit a foul smell... they will eventually surrender to it!

"Humble ants..."

It rubbed the claws on its feet, and a roar came out of its bloody mouth.

"Tear them apart for me!!"

The shrill roar rushed towards the players like a tide.

Looking at the surging death claws, everyone's face was full of high fighting spirit, and the blood in their chests seemed to be burning.

No one showed a fearful expression.

No one retreated.

The sharp whistle pierced the thick fog and gave all the players present an unstoppable BUFF.

For the Death Corps, charging is the most supreme tactic.

It is also their most handy tactic!

"Brothers! Charge!"

"Demacia!"

"Ahhhhh——!"

The hot metal collided with flesh and blood, and the sound of gunfire resounded in the street.

There is no need to aim at all.

After firing the last bullet in the magazine, the charging player did not stop at all, but directly held the bayonet and killed the Death Claws that rushed forward.

The two waves collided with each other, like a rolling meat grinder, blood and flesh flying all over the sky, mixed together and unable to be distinguished from each other.

The amber eyes were full of surprise.

Even unbelievable.

Not long ago, it had fought with the legion's centurion team. At that time, it just harvested a few lives at random, and those people withdrew in embarrassment.

However, these people in front of them...

They seemed to have no idea what death was, and they had no intention of retreating at all.

When the bullets were empty, they used bayonets, engineer shovels, and even stones and steel bars picked up from the ground... The barbaric fighting style made even the beasts' eyes filled with fear, and they hesitated and hesitated in the trembling.

These people...

They are simply a group of lunatics!

More and more children died in the fight, and Yongshi finally couldn't help but let out a roar and rushed towards the group of fearless ants.

More bloody fights...

It has just begun.

...

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

The rising morning light shone in the distance, and perhaps it wouldn't be long before the fog that filled the street would dissipate...

The dying Yongshi crawled in the middle of the street.

Its body was wrapped in chains and covered in blood, just like Prometheus tied to a rock.

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

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

The wounds no longer healed, just as the players discussed on the forum, its recovery ability had a limit.

Continuous damage will accelerate the consumption of biomass energy in his body, and if he does not replenish it through eating, he will soon break the limit of recovery.

As the players shot hot metal shrapnel into its body one after another, it finally collapsed.

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

But how can there be no deaths in a group?

According to the agreed rules, every sacrificed player can get at least 300 silver coins in compensation - equivalent to the income of three days in the next dungeon.

Those dead brothers are probably bragging on the forum now.

It is indeed worth bragging.

That is a death claw as high as a two-story building...

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

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

Panting, the debt-ridden big-eyed man leaning on the scrap car wiped the blood on his forehead and looked at the construction site boy and brick beside him and asked.

The construction site boy and brick didn't have time to answer.

The edge paddling beside him answered for him with a smile.

"Plan B... is no plan."

The construction site boy and brick nodded and said.

"That's right, what plan, just do it!"

If the roller shampooer was here, he would definitely respond, but unfortunately his head had flown away.

According to the results of their previous discussion with the tail.

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

In fact, the construction site always thinks that plan A is completely redundant.

Before the official triggering of the BOSS battle, the BOSS of this level must be locked in blood, how could it be killed by a sneak attack?

Anyway, it has to go in the end.

It's better to rush up and fight in a group at the beginning.

The debt big eyes said with a smile.

"This is too messy."

The edge paddling grinned and patted him on the shoulder.

"Otherwise, we have used all the means we can use... If we really want to decide the winner, we have to fight with our hands."

As he said this, he looked at the sky filled with thick fog in the distance and squinted his eyes slightly.

That is where the Iron Heart floats.

In front of that behemoth, even the two-story-high Mother of Deathclaw is just a slightly larger grasshopper.

The barbarity coming across the desert is the real threat they have to face...

Looking at the tail and Zhimahu walking towards him, as well as the bloody white bear, Yong's eyes finally showed a trace of panic.

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

"Let me go, 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 power... We just have different understandings of power."

Moving his stiff neck, Yong looked in the direction of the voice, and the moment he met the man's eyes, the amber Tong Kong shrank suddenly.

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

Three days ago, he clearly saw the woman in front of him, after reading the last experimental log, he pointed the gun at her temple and pulled the trigger.

At that time, the fire flickered, brain matter and blood were all over the wall, and he felt a little sorry for a second or two.

However, now, the person who should have died is standing in front of him again...

Yong's eyes fell into a sluggish state, but Sisi didn't intend to explain to him, but just smiled lightly.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but you don't need to think about those troublesome things... It's over."

After parachuting, she rushed for more than 20 kilometers. The long-distance raid on this road made her exhausted.

But fortunately, they still caught up.

"Oh! Leave it to you, Si!" Tail raised his thumb and said with sparkling eyes, "Give it the last blow!"

Sisi smiled and made a three-gram oil gesture.

"Oh, thank you, Awei."

Tail said generously with a proud smile.

"You're welcome! Just remember not to damage the head! I promised the battlefield brother that I would leave this guy's dog head to him!"

In exchange for the three 100mm artillery.

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

"Don't worry... I will get its head off intact."

Looking at Sisi approaching step by step with an axe in hand, Yong's eyes were full of fear, and her huge body tried desperately to break free.

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

"Please... don't."

"Don't thank me... This axe is specially prepared for you!"

As she said that, she raised the axe high above her head and chopped at the neck as thick as a giant python - one after another.

At first, Yong was still screaming for mercy, but later she could no longer hear any sound, only the dull sound of blunt instruments chopping flesh and blood.

The hot blood sprayed all over the street.

The scene was comparable to a slaughterhouse.

Watching from a distance, the debt-ridden big-eyed man couldn't help but shrink his neck.

"Damn, is it so bloody?"

The boy and the brick on the construction site stared at him with their eyes wide open, and suddenly said something.

"Love it."

Edge paddling: "..."

Debt eyes: "???"

...

[Mission: Kill Yong (completed)]

[Mission: Get permission to Shelter No. 79 (in progress)]

[Mission: ...]

The VM screen flashed a pale blue pop-up window indicating that the mission was completed.

Looking at the head that was finally chopped off, Sis threw the blood-stained axe aside and shook his right hand that was sore at the base of his thumb.

"This guy's neck is pretty hard."

The tail standing next to him nodded seriously.

"Yeah, it took a long time to chop it."

Rou Rou and Zhima Hu showed a helpless expression on their faces, and mourned for this unfortunate guy for a few seconds in their hearts.

However, no one sympathized with it.

It may have done some good things, but compared to the evil it had committed over the past century, it was nothing worth mentioning.

Besides, this guy is no longer considered human, so they won't extend their sympathy to the enemy who attacked their companions.

But then again, although Yongshi used them insidiously, the materials dropped from it are not annoying.

For example, the skin of the Death Claw is especially suitable for making backpacks and leather goods. It can be made into the best protective gear with devil silk, which is even stronger than Kevlar material!

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

But after getting the authority of Shelter No. 79, this problem will no longer exist.

As long as you get enough mind interference devices, let alone using the skin of the Death Claw to make backpacks, even building a "Death Claw Knights" will be no problem!

The players began to clean up the battlefield.

At this time, the battlefield atmosphere group slowly walked over from a distance.

After calling for the artillery bombardment of the Legion, he stood far away and OB. Now that the battle is over, it is finally time for him to appear.

Glancing at the blood-stained street, he couldn't help smacking his lips as he watched the edge guy dragging a half-body to the side of the road.

"Damn, how many of you died?"

Bianbian said casually.

"Not counted yet, about a hundred... what's wrong?"

"Nothing, just a little admiration," said the battlefield old man with a look of emotion, "your casualties are still as high as ever..."

Bianbian smiled embarrassedly.

"Well, everyone is a bit reckless... but it doesn't matter, as long as we can win."

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

Although the level of the Death Corps players is generally not very high, only a few T1 players have reached LV20, but their street fighting ability is highly evaluated even by the fountain brother.

Even in reality, these people are definitely a group of street fighting masters. The fighting instincts honed through countless deaths cannot be quantified through attribute points, but no one will doubt their fighting power.

"Where's the head?" Zhan Di Lao stretched out his hand.

"Don't worry, I'll keep it for you." Bianbian Huashui pointed to the trash can on the side of the road, where there was a bundle of sacks, which contained Yong's head.

The head of the Death Claw, including the neck, was as big as a cow, and even if the blood was drained, it weighed a hundred kilograms.

The Battlefield Atmosphere Group walked forward, untied the tightly tied hemp rope and took a look, and said with satisfaction.

"Not bad, not bad, it's easy to find after searching for it."

"Find a way to get it back by yourself, we won't help you," Bianbian Huashui said with a smile, "By the way, can you exchange this guy's head for a centurion?"

Zhan Di Lao said with a chuckle.

"That's a must."

More than a centurion!

There are other rewards!

The only pity is that the mission reward is a dinar.

Currently, there is no official exchange rate between the dinar and the silver coin. It may take until the legion map is opened before a stable exchange can be made.

"By the way, where are your team members?"

"As for them, I left them behind halfway... It's not convenient for me to make up a story with them," the Battlefield Atmosphere Group rolled his eyes and continued with a grin, "By the way, why don't you follow me back and say you are from the same hometown of Beth Street."

"You are fooling the NPCs like fools with so many people going at once," Edgewater rolled his eyes and continued, "Take your time. Tomorrow I will send a few people to your place to check the situation. If there is no problem, I will bring more people in."

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

Putting the head of the death claw on his shoulder, the old battlefield said goodbye and turned to walk into the already thin fog.

Edgewater looked at the cleaned battlefield in the distance and shouted to his teammates.

"Brothers, it's time to retreat."

Big Eyes, who had packed up his equipment, came over.

"Where are we going?"

Edgewater thought for a while and said.

"Let's go to Xiangling Town first."

Before the fog dissipates, they have to find a place to put the spoils first, so as to cooperate with the performance of Zhan Dilao after returning.

If the airship saw the corpses and the messy battlefield, I'm afraid Zhan Dilao couldn't explain how he got the head even if he made up a story...

...

Xiangling Town.

In the central patio of the Municipal Library, the corpses of Death Claws were neatly arranged, including the big guy without a head...

The whole family was neatly arranged.

Wu Tao and Wang Xu, who were standing aside, had surprise on their faces.

It's not just them.

Every survivor in Xiangling Town couldn't help holding their breath and widening their eyes.

Seventeen Death Claws!

And that two-story-high mother!

Staring at the headless guy in silence for a long time, Wu Tao swallowed his saliva and said with difficulty.

"That Death Claw... is dead?"

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

"Oh, dead."

At this moment, she was covered in blood, from head to toe, a shocking red, and the whole person turned into a bloody person.

When she first came back here, she 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...so what?" Wu Tao sighed, his face full of sorrow. "The people of the Legion will probably come here again soon."

He didn't expect that cannibalistic alien to become their patron saint and protect the village for life.

But he did imagine that those barbaric soldiers would be intimidated by the might of that big guy and dare not risk disturbing them again.

Feeling a little sorry, Zhimahu whispered.

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

"That's right!" Tail nodded seriously and said, "You can go to Dawn City. Everyone there is very nice! The respected administrator will take you in!"

"Really? Thank you for your kindness," Wu Tao sighed and continued with a headache, "But this is our home after all. We have lived here for more than a century...you suddenly want us to move away now."

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

"Actually, there is another way..."

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

So he plucked up his courage and asked.

"What, what way?"

"Move to Shelter No. 79. We have vacated several buildings, which is more than enough to accommodate two or three hundred people. If you really don't want to leave your homeland, you can hide there temporarily, and it's the same to come back and live after the war is over."

"Yes, you can hide in Shelter No. 79 first!" Wei's face showed a look of realization, and he touched his chin and nodded, "...Anyway, we will probably build a new survivor settlement here, so it doesn't seem necessary to move to Dawn City."

Zhimahu hesitated and said, "But...we don't have the authority of Shelter No. 79, right?"

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

"Well, regarding this question, I was just about to say... Although I don't know what the situation is, I seem to have obtained some of the permissions that belong to that guy."

As she said this, she handed over the VM in her hand.

On the screen, it was the surveillance footage of a room in Shelter No. 79, and in the corner of the room, a body with a headshot was lying there.

That body was not someone else.

It was herself...