"I'm sad about your friend's business, I'm sorry... It's a pity that I've only inherited some of the permissions, otherwise I would have been able to help you find her. “

The low, hoarse noise of the old radio was still the same, but the intermittent gasps seemed to add a new wound.

And that's not all.

In the noisy electrical sound, there seemed to be a few more metallic clangs than before.

According to Yong's account, many things happened at the time of the transfer of management of Vault 7(9), and in addition to the fact that Vault was in disrepair, the security system of many rooms failed.

In short, trespassing into an unauthorized area can trigger an alarm system that causes the door to lock automatically.

I have been lost for so long and there is no news, and eighty percent of them are people who are more than lucky.

If it weren't for Sisi's post on the forum, everyone would have believed his nonsense.

"Leave our friend's business aside...... Are you really okay? Sesame paste holding the radio whispered.

"I'm fine... There are a few little mice in the office, and I've got rid of them. ”

The reluctant voice was somewhat insincere.

Coughing lightly, he suddenly realized something, and then spoke.

"Wait a minute, what do you mean to put your friend's business aside? Did you just listen to what I said? Something may have happened to her

"I heard it," Tail, who had not spoken, made a sad expression on his face, and tears really squeezed out of his eyes, "We will miss Siss!" "

"Me too!" Flesh raised his hand, but his face was serious.

It wasn't like mourning, it was like vows.

Sesame Paste showed a nerve-wracking expression and nodded with a smile.

"I'm also... I'm going to miss Miss Siss. "

It's really uncomfortable not to be online for three days, but to say sad.... Not at all.

If her good friend AFK, of course she will feel a little lonely and sad.

However, every day as soon as you get online, you can see Si Si serializing the experiment log of Vault 79 taken from the game on the forum.

At this moment, instead of feeling any sadness, she had to hold back her laughter.

…

There was a quiet murmur on the radio, and she could probably feel the quiet flow of confusion and speechlessness.

She suddenly felt a little distressed, this was an NPC.

It's like a script killing a DM in a store.

Although they are already working their roles, it is obviously impossible to expect players to be like them.

In this silent silence, the three of them reached the end of the tunnel, where the entrance to the dungeon was located.

The constant gunfire was already far, far away, and the Death Corps had pushed the advance of the strategy to the end.

The edifice in front of the research area has been completely transformed into the Deathclaw's lair, where molting scales and excrement can be seen everywhere, and has completely taken the shape of the Deathclaw.

Before the player's visit, the ecology of Underground City 79 had been in a state of dynamic equilibrium.

As a being at the top of the food chain, no creature has ever been able to invade the claws of death's lair.

And at this moment, this balance is shattered.

Players of the power type wear a KV-1 with welded steel plates on top of the front row, holding a chainsaw in their hands to prevent the claws of death from detouring from the side.

Players with assault rifles followed, crushing the Claws of Death with ferocious fire.

The orange-yellow trajectory opened an airtight web between the narrow corridors, through which only screams and howls could penetrate.

The player in the back row set up a 20mm light rifle and fired an armor-piercing incendiary projectile when he had the right opportunity.

With the tacit cooperation of the players, the positions of the hunter and the prey are completely reversed.

"Brothers, keep it up!"

"Rushed!"

"Ollie!"

"What, can we change the slogan to something tasteful?"

"What slogan can be more flavorful than these two?"

“??? Two? ”

Blood was flying in the hallway, and the air was mixed with the smell of burnt paste and the pungent smell of gunpowder.

Exhausted men carry wounded men down from the front lines, and soon another wave of eager young players rises to the top.

In the hallway, less than 2 meters from the front line, a group of players who have just come down from the front line sit on the ground.

Looking at the two scars on his chest that could almost be seen as bones, the construction site boy and brick said scolding while tying themselves with bandages.

"... Lao Tzu was almost gone. “

The roller shampoo sitting next to him wiped his sweat and complained.

"How many dead claws are there?"

"The devil knows," the construction site boy muttered to the brick, "but fortunately, the space here is narrow, and the large monsters can't be used, and this has to be molded like other games, so it's impossible to fight!" And I think those wildlings are tougher than Deathclaws! “

It's completely different from encountering it in the wilderness.

Here, the adult claws are completely meat on the board, and the juvenile claws are more dangerous.

With his experience of countless hunts, the myriaped would be a little more difficult to deal with here.

The kind of thing that's covered with touch. The mollusk with its hands is extremely vigorous, and even if it catches a shuttle of a rifle with its face, it can continue to crawl forward alive.

For "hexagonal warriors" like Deathclaw, the terrain that is really suitable is still jungles and cities.

Especially in cities.

The adult Claw of Death is a terrifying existence that can hunt and kill the evolution and destroy the Awakened Squad...

Sitting on the ground panting, the debtor's big eyes suddenly spoke.

"I suddenly realized...... It's a good place to make a fish pond. “

The construction site boy and the brick were stunned.

"Fish ponds? What does it mean? ”

"That's what it means to fish!"

Seeing that the good brother was still confused, he took a breath and continued to talk with big eyes in debt.

"Isn't there a Resurrection Point that sells psychic interferometers? That thing can be used to domesticate xenos. We encountered a dead claw outside before, and either we couldn't win, or we won and let the opposite side run, but there is no such problem here, there are two ends of a corridor, and there is no place to run hehe. “

Hearing this, the players sitting on the side were stunned.

"Damn?! Are you going to catch Pokémon? ”

"Awesome... The Department of Intelligence is rising again? “

"Hey, it's not human," Edge Paddle sighed, "The whole sequence is intensifying, and the perception system hasn't moved... Is that reasonable?! “

The roller shampoo couldn't help but say.

"Agreed, since the switchblade came out, the intelligence department has been outrageous, others don't use guns or knives, they have to rush up to fight, this force never goes to the front line, and the output is obscene in the back, and the DPS is not low."

"Let's sharpen it."

Seeing that everyone was shouting for a knife, the debt-ridden eyes couldn't help but roll their eyes.

"Are you embarrassed to say it? Which sequence is the younger brother in the entire Alphal version? It's just a few stronger versions to make me feel cool, what's wrong?

Can't you hope that your brother is good?

The construction site boy and the brick looked at the ceiling, and the god muttered: "Sharpen it, please, plan the bully." “

Debt Big Eyes: "@#%@! “

It's just a joke, but when you think about it, it's interesting to think of it as a Deathclaw breeding base.

The pet stream has been around for a long time, but it has never become mainstream.

One of the main reasons for this is that it is too expensive to raise a pet, and a dead pet cannot be resurrected.

It is better to raise a claw of death, it is better to raise a power animal, the latter is at least cheaper, and it will not be distressed if it dies, anyway, it will be alive again in three days.

But if there is a fishpond that can stabilize the SSSR, the situation is very different.

A claw of death with an autonomous combat consciousness is much stronger than a drone that needs to be controlled in real time.

Just as these wounded men who had retreated from the front line were coming up with bad ideas, the people of the White Bear Knights came over from the empty corridor.

The tail riding on the shoulder of the flesh waved his hand and said hello from afar.

"Oh, brothers, how's the progress of the Raiders?"

The edge paddled and looked up.

"There's one last bit left, and I guess it won't be evening, but it should be done before noon."

"Not bad, not bad." Tail nodded in satisfaction, "Good cheers, boys!" When we get the serum, let's feed the meat and drink it first! ”

"Huh?! Wait, why am I drinking? ”

Tail said with sparkling eyes.

"Doesn't Flesh want to be human? Don't worry, meat, you were so beautiful when you were a bear, and when you become a human, you must be a big beauty! "

"It's still white-haired!"

A player suddenly interjected, and the drum shampoo that was drinking water squirted out with a pop.

"Damn, what do you say... I suddenly felt that the meat was actually quite beautiful. ”

"Really?" Tail said proudly, "Our meat is beautiful, I have a picture of her." ”

When they heard this, the animals were instantly excited.

"I'll you."

"In reality? Really? “

"Good brother share it!"

"Wait, that's the point! Also, I'm not sure what the function of that serum is! And shouldn't the serum be an injection?" said Flesh Flesh with a laugh.

Tail pondered for a moment, then suddenly sighed.

"Damn! Si Si is gone, and the meat and flesh are not at the same level at all. “

Meat: "Are you M?"

Sesame Paste, who was holding the radio, smiled weakly.

"Huh... Haha, I feel like I'm almost out of step with the young people. “

Since the players were communicating in Mandarin throughout the whole process, Yongshi on the other end of the radio didn't understand what they were saying at all, but felt that these people were a little overly optimistic.

This is Deathclaw's Lair.

Be serious!

But...

The combat effectiveness of these people made it impossible for him to find fault, and the few mercenaries and aborigines who were fooled in by him before didn't even break through the nest of the mutant spider at the door, let alone push all the way here.

At this moment, a terrible howl suddenly came from the direction of the staircase.

Everyone stopped talking and looked in the direction of the stairs.

At this time, a hoarse voice suddenly came from the radio, which had been silent.

"Mother of Deathclaws"

There seemed to be a hint of jealousy in his voice.

Barely understanding this sentence, Sesame Paste immediately asked.

"What's that?"

Deathclaws are matrilineal societies, and female deathclaws tend to be much larger in size than males and live longer. There are a few rooms downstairs that are used as hatching nests by Mother Claw, but don't worry if the big ones don't come out, and the widest hallway here won't fit them. ”

"And how did they get in?" Tail asked curiously.

"Of course you climbed in when you weren't that big," a cough came over the radio, "don't worry about those things, you don't need to go downstairs, go through the front hallway, which is the door to the research area." The door is open, you can go in and I'll show you how to get the serum! ”

Everyone looked at each other.

Everyone standing here was seen through the drama and already knew that this guy was lying.

Don't let them go downstairs...

Is it because there's something about it?

"It's not so much that there's something there, but because it's out of his control?" Sesame Paste suddenly spoke, "I don't think what he said before was like a panic, more like he was hiding part of the truth,"

Rourou was stunned for a moment and said, "You mean that his authority is not complete?" ”

The index finger rested on his chin, and the sesame paste nodded his head slightly.

"Well, either the clearance is incomplete, or some of the areas occupied by the xenos are indeed damaged due to disrepair. Otherwise he could have cut that part off altogether, wouldn't he? Most of the doors we passed along the way... It's all closed, right? ”

Including the corridor where Ss disappeared.

When they returned, the doors that had been open were all closed.

The biggest difference between it and other areas is that it is not occupied by xenomorphs.

Sesame paste suddenly thought of a possibility.

Could it be that it was because the Yong clan, as the manager, lost control of that part of the area, that part of the area was occupied by xenomorphs?

In that case, it was probably the only place in the entire Vault where he couldn't fully control it...

"Shhhhh

As he uttered the words, Tail glanced at the Rim Dude and gave a thumbs up.

"I'll leave it to you downstairs!"

The edge paddled in understanding, put the rifle on his shoulder, and said with a hearty smile.

"OK。"

"What are you talking about?" A hoarse voice came over the radio, and he vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Those people always communicate in a language he doesn't understand, and he is confused.

Where is this dialect?

He had lived for so many years, and it was the first time he had heard it.

Tail: "We're discussing the plan of the battle!" ”

"It's right to have a plan, it's right to have a plan for doing things, but the most dangerous area has been cleared by you, and there shouldn't be any danger in the future, go and get the serum and leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible."

The voice on the radio carried a faint hint of urging.

The coveted treasure is right in front of you.

He can't wait...

The White Bear Knights made their way through the cleared corridor to the research area.

Players of the Death Corps are scattered near the main entrance to the research area to prevent xenos from scurrying through other areas.

Inadvertently approached the stairs, and the edge of the water paddled towards the dark corridor to open the tentacles of perception, allowing consciousness to merge into the darkness,

Sensing the faint fluctuations from the faint air current.

”… The sound of the heart beating. ”

With a soft mutter, he determined the direction of the target, loaded the rifle he had collected, and walked downstairs.

Downstairs was a pitch-black hall, with load-bearing pillars towering without a single light of illumination.

The moment he stepped on the last step, he immediately felt that the sight that had been glued to the back of his head was gone.

However, when the edge paddling continued to walk forward with the clue it sensed, the feeling of being targeted suddenly returned.

Stop.

Sensing that a powerful presence was approaching, Edge Paddle clenched the assault rifle in his hand, his eyes carefully searching every inch of darkness.

And at this moment, his gaze suddenly met a pair of amber pupils.

It was a dragon-sized death claw.

The body of more than ten meters long is prostrate on the ground, the shoulders are tightly pressed against the ceiling, and the most striking feature is the two ridiculously large horns on the top of the head... In the Valle provinces, the usual Claws of Death do not have this feature.

The air froze for half a minute.

Wrapped in a hot, foul breath, a low, hoarse voice floated out of the mouth that could only fit into a cow.

"It's amazing that you can still see living people here... How did you get here? That guy let you in? “

Hearing the death claw speak, the blankness on the face of the edge paddling instantly turned into surprise.

", garbage king?!"

"Trash-kun?"

The amber pupils stared at him intently.

It clearly didn't understand what he was saying, but it could read the look on his face.

"Have you seen any other talking Claws of Death?"

Edge paddling nodded quickly.

Although I don't know why this guy can speak human words, it seems that he has triggered the hidden plot of the level?

Taking a deep breath, he tried to say in a non-standard human language.

"We have one in our vault too."

The claw of death, who seemed to know a lot about the Vault, spoke slowly.

"Which shelter are you from?"

"Number 404."

“404..”

The amber pupils twitched slightly, and the death claw groaned for a moment.

The edge paddling felt that its eyes seemed to be a little dazed, and seeing that it had not spoken for a long time, he followed up and asked.

"Are you the Yong?"

"Yong's... What is that? But the name sounds familiar. ”

Suddenly, the claw of death seemed to remember something, and a snort erupted from its nostrils.

"I remember, that experiment, hehe, after all these years, there are still people who remember that thing."

Edge paddling: "Experiment? ”

The deathclaw spoke slowly, and continued.

"The immortal emperor, his name or code name is Yongshi. But that crazy plan has failed, and you can see what the hell has become out there. ”

Regarding this plan, edge paddling has been read in the experiment log uploaded to the forum by Siss, and it is not unfamiliar.

However, what puzzled him was the identity of the person in front of him.

He's not the Yong, and he's obviously not the manager, but he seems to know a lot about it all.

"What shall I call you?"

After a long silence, it spoke slowly.

"Name? I haven't used that thing for too long, and I've forgotten that I've become like this anyway, Deathclaw or Mother of Deathclaws, whatever you want to call me. “

Unable to say for sure if he had really forgotten or didn't want to mention it, Edge Paddle gave up the question, took a deep breath and continued.

"Can I tell me what's going on here?"

"What's going on... That's a good question, since you know the Yong, you must know about the experiments conducted in Vault 7 (9). ”

Seeing that the person in front of him nodded, the Mother of Dead Claws slowly spoke and continued.

"Very well, then I don't have to start from the beginning"

"After the death of the original Administrator, we adapted our experimental thinking and adopted a more radical strategy, turning the outer areas of the Vault into research areas.

Mutated organisms are captured from the wasteland for genetic improvement, and then released into the research area to simulate a harsher wasteland environment. ”

"This is a natural testing ground, and the cameras can theoretically cover every corner of the shelter, allowing us to fully observe the entire process of the experiment. After completing these preparations, we began to clone the unfinished subjects on a large scale and send them to the research area, record their survival rate, survival time and other indicators, and select the best individuals for improvement, and then repeat the experiment."

"And in this process, it is not only clones that evolve, but also mutated creatures that we capture from the outside world, which also accelerate their evolution under natural selection...

Standing on the sidelines staring at the edge of M looking at the subtitles, paddling, I couldn't help but swallow the foam of sleep.

What kind of battle royale is this?

Mother Deathclaw didn't stop and continued.

"We got a lot of excellent samples... However, the distressing thing is that although they are close to perfection in physical function, they are still far from the eternity we envision. And a growing body of experimental data suggests that when the planet enters a new era, humans do not perform as well as several other alternatives by natural selection. Not to mention the birth of a new civilization, maybe in a few thousand years, even the shadow of people on this planet will not be visible. ”

"We've heard that there are refuges that study the human subspecies. It is said that the envisioned new humans are even more tolerant of extreme environments than cockroaches. Although I don't know if they were successful, their research ideas did inspire us. If we are not confined to the form of life, our civilization can actually continue in another form to other forms of intelligent beings. ”

"Later, for the second time, we adjusted our approach and expanded the alternatives to all species in the entire study area, moving away from clones. Soon, an excellent sample came to the fore."

The edge paddled and swallowed.

”… Claws of Death? ”

"That's right," the heavy eyelids blinked, and the Mother of Deathclaws continued, "it has a great life force, and it has unparalleled bodily abilities.

Even power armor is still a little inferior to the fully developed Claw of Death... And most importantly, it only needs regular injections of special serum, and theoretically it can live forever in the true sense of the word. ”

"While this may seem a bit hard to accept from today's perspective, it's hard to say in a few decades. As our civilization enters a new era, when all people have embraced evolution, the 'people' of that time should not mind what their emperor looks like, and our mission will be fulfilled in another form that the new age will glorify our achievements. ”

"In the third year of the program, we have managed to cultivate almost perfect samples that can be used as new vessels to hold our consciousness, and through nerve transplantation, we have successfully transplanted the consciousness of a part of the inhabitants into the eternal body."

Unfortunately, our experiments deviated slightly. Those samples were so smart, so clever that they were hard to distinguish.

We have accepted them, but they are not very happy to accept us. “

"Because of a mistake, some of the test subjects broke through the regional restrictions, and some even escaped outside, including mutated creatures, and those clones who have been marginalized, you should have seen those things in the wasteland."

The source of the xenos is here?!

It was an amazing discovery.

The edge paddling immediately asked.

"All those Claws of Death out there ran out here?"

The Mother of Deathclaws continued.

"Most, it's not just the Claws of Death, most of the early xenos in the wasteland have weak physical functions, and it won't be long before the improved test subjects escape from here to replace the naturally mutated xenos. Including those by-products of experiments, including the clones we originally bred. ”

"Clones?" Edge Paddle was slightly stunned, "You mean those savages in this honey vault?" ”

The Mother of Deathclaws said in a calm tone.

"That's right, they've taken the genes out there, including the tribal culture that was formed in the experiment. For more than a century, you may not be able to see pure blooded 'wild people', but you should be able to find some unusual individuals from some primitive tribes, especially the leaders of those tribes. ”

"They tend to have a physique that is different from that of ordinary people, and even exhibit heterogeneous characteristics to some extent. Do you think it's a natural gift? ”

The Mother of the Claws had her teeth, and the corners of her mouth seemed to be self-deprecating.

"However, they can be leaders and perpetuate their powerful genes in the cruel jungle. This is also the result of natural selection. ”

The edge paddling held his breath.

He suddenly thought of a few bosses he had encountered in the previous version.

Including the "bears" of the Bloody Hand clan.

There is also the "golden tooth" of the chewing bone tribe.

Their blood and the culture that flows in their blood, the source of everything is here.

"I thought it was an awakening..."

The Mother of Deathclaws let out a dull laugh.

"Awakening? Hehe, that's what you call that phenomenon? ”

Edge paddling stared at him and said suddenly.

"You're a researcher here?"

The researchers ...... Well, I did participate in the experiment. “

After a long silence, the Mother of Deathclaws shook the horns above her head and suddenly said in a half-joking tone.

"Don't pretend, in fact, after all that, you probably guessed that I was the manager here."

"Of course, some people call me the god of bighorn."

(Thanks to the alliance leaders of "I am the most amazing cat", "What is the meaning of the name", "Empty Xiaoyuan", "Chenzhe", and "ningyong2!! Brother Meng, we are Baimeng! In addition, I will add more tomorrow, but I really didn't catch up today...)

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