Above the sky.

The Iron Heart.

The barrel of the cannon beneath the pod slowly shifted its angle, locking onto the white fog.

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

"Artillery parameter adjustments.

"The shooting elements are set!"

"High-explosive reloading."

"Ready to One"

"Fire!"

The lead was pulled back at the same time, and three neat cannon shots rang out, and the fire and smoke rolled neatly into the white mist.

The sergeant, standing next to the observation hole with a telescope around his neck, looked out and could not see at all where the shells had landed.

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

"It's so foggy here that you can't see anything."

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

"Hit confirmed! Cease fire. “

"Roger."

The smoke-emitting shell exited the chamber, and a sergeant dragged it on a cart and threw it into a wooden box in the corner of the room.

The observer asked, walking over to the gunner.

"Sir, do you have a plan of action for today?"

The gunner replied.

"Nope."

The observer asked curiously.

"So what are we fighting?"

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

"The prey that General McLaen has set his sights on."

The deputy gunner interjected with interest.

"The big two-story guy?"

"Or else?" The main gunner smiled, "Is there anything else worth remembering our commander besides that guy?" “

The observer glanced outside, and said with a smile.

"With such a big fog, it's really good to pick the 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, perception will be weakened by the environment, and the accuracy and reliability of the weapon will be affected.

This is not the case for xenos who have long been accustomed to the jungle.

Especially the Dead Claws.

Humid conditions can make it even more dangerous.

"The native, the most dangerous place, is the safest place...... Anyway, I'm done with today's work. With a nonchalant remark, the gunner took off his gloves and threw them aside.

Three 100mm guns were the only reinforcements they promised to the hunting party, and they didn't need to worry about whether it worked or not.

They just need to shoot the shells according to the coordinates provided by the front line.

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

The cracked concrete pavement looked like a muddy ground that had been arched by a plough rake, and concrete debris and cracked stones were all over the ground.

The flames rose with the heat, and the Claws of Death, standing at the center of the explosion, let out a terrible roar.

Its eyes were blinded by shrapnel, its spine pierced by armor-piercing bullets, its flesh scorched... Although all the wounds were healing rapidly, the continuous bearing of the wounds completely infuriated it.

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

That doesn't matter, though.

Anyway, the passage from the vault to the research area has been opened, and the used serum will continue to be produced, and it will be retrieved by the others who go to that lab again.

And these people in front of you...

No, these ants.

It only needs them to die!

"I'm going to shred you apart!"

"I put your eyes, your intestines... Take them all out and feed them to the dogs! “

The vicious curse echoed through the fog with a terrible howl, and more than a dozen clumsy figures emerged from the fog.

Some of them stood in the street, some climbed on the rooftops of buildings or the ruins, rubbing their razor-sharp claws and fangs, their amber pupils filled with a thirst for flesh, and approached the White Bear Knights standing on the other side of the street.

These are its children.

Although their size is more than a little smaller than that of the parent body, they are still slightly larger than the garbage monarch who is already in the tenth level.

"Giao is being targeted by a group of garbage kings!" Tail's face was not only not the slightest fear, but even a little excited.

Flesh said with a smile and a cry.

"Why are you suddenly excited?"

"Fight against powerful enemies...... Don't you find it exciting!! Tail said excitedly, "Don't worry about meat, we're shaking people too!" “

It was obviously not only them who were standing here, long before they went to the appointment, the Death Corps had already set off and ambushed near the target.

Almost at the same time that 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, a sapper shovel pinned to their waists, and assault rifles with bayonets stuck in their hands.

Yong's eyes narrowed slightly.

Two hundred and seventy people....

More than half of them are awakened......

A hint of jealousy flashed through the amber pupils, but it was quickly blown away by a hint of disdain from the nasal cavity.

So what!

It has pushed the limits of life.

Every cell in its body embodies the highest crystallization of pre-war life science technology.

It is the immortal king, it is the one who can stand at the top of the food chain in the flesh alone, and it will eventually become the overlord of this planet!

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

"Humble ants..."

It rubbed the claws of its feet, and a roar erupted from its blood-drenched mouth.

"Tear them up for me!!"

A terrible roar rushed down on the players.

Looking at the surging death claws, everyone's faces were full of high battle intent, and the blood in their chests seemed to be burning.

No one showed a look of fear.

None of them retreated.

A sharp whistle pierced the fog and buffed all the players present.

For the Death Corps, charging is the supreme tactic.

It's also their most handy tactic!

"Brothers! Come on! “

"Demacia!"

"Whoa!"

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

There is no need to aim at all.

After strafing the last bullet in the magazine, the charging player did not stop at all, but directly held up the bayonet and killed the claws of death that rushed head-on.

The two waves collided together, like a meat grinder rolling together, and flesh and blood flew all over the sky, mixed together and unable to distinguish each other.

Those amber pupils were full of surprise.

It's unbelievable.

It wasn't long ago that it had fought the Legion's Centurion. At that time, it only harvested a few lives at random, and the people withdrew in disarray.

However, these people...

It was as if they had no idea what death was, and they had no intention of taking a step back.

When the bullets missed, bayonets, sapper shovels, and even stones and steel bars picked up from the ground were used...... That savage style of play, even the eyes of the beast could not help but write fear on it, and it hesitated and hesitated in trembling.

These people ......

It's a bunch of lunatics at all!

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 ants who were not afraid of death, and the bloodier fight was even bloodier...

It's just getting started.

By the time the streets were silent again, it was already an hour later.

The rising morning light shines in the distance, and it may not be long before the fog that fills the streets dissipates...

The dying Yongshi prostrate in the middle of the street.

It was covered in chains and covered in blood, like Prometheus tied to a rock.

Although its ideal is not to bring light and heat to this world, but to pure malice and darkness, as it says, half of the chaos in this land originates here, and it is the one who has completely opened the magic box.

The wounds are no longer healing, and as players have discussed on the forums, there is a limit to its ability to recover.

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 through the boundaries of resilience.

As players poured hot bolts of metal shrapnel into its body, it eventually collapsed.

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

But how can there be immortals in a group?

According to the agreed rules, each player who sacrifices will be compensated with at least 300 credits - the equivalent of the next three days' income.

The dead brethren were probably already bragging about the forum by this time.

It is indeed worth boasting about.

That's a two-story tall claw of death....

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

"Speaking of which, I forgot to ask, what the hell is that plan?"

Panting, he wiped the blood on his forehead with his big eyes sitting on the scrapped car, looked at the construction site boy and brick on the side and asked.

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

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

"Plan B is no plan."

The construction site boy and the brick nodded and said.

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

If the roller shampoo was here, it would definitely be the same, but unfortunately his head didn't know where it flew.

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

If the sneak attack didn't kill the Yong clan, everyone would go up together and beat up the group, which was their plan.

In fact, the construction site guy felt that Plan A was completely redundant.

Before the boss battle is officially triggered, this kind of level boss is blood-locked, how can it be sneak attacked and killed?

Anyway, I have to do it in the end.

It's better to rush up and fight in the first place.

Debt-ridden eyes crying and laughing.

"It's too messy."

Edge paddling grinned and patted him on the shoulder.

"Otherwise, all the means that can be used are used, and I really want to distinguish the winner from the loser, and I still have to see the truth with my subordinates in the end."

As he spoke, he looked at the fog-filled sky in the distance and squinted slightly.

That's where the Iron Heart floats.

In front of that behemoth, even the two-story Mother of Deathclaws was nothing more than a slightly larger grasshopper.

The savagery that came through the desert, that was the real threat they had to face, looking at the tail and sesame paste that were walking towards them, and the big white bear covered in blood, Yong's eyes finally had a trace of panic.

At this moment, it was lying on the ground and dying, and there was no longer that rebelliousness and arrogance in its eyes, 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 more power?"

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

"There are many kinds of powerful. We just don't have the same understanding of power. “

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

"Aren't you dead?!" Yongshi couldn't help but scream.

Three days ago, it had clearly looked at the woman in front of it, and after reading the last experiment log, it turned its gun at Sun Six and pulled the trigger.

The fire flickered, and the brains and blood were covered in the wall, and it was a little sorry for a second or two.

However, now, the person who should have died was standing in front of it again, Yong's eyes fell into a daze, but Sisi didn't intend to explain nonsense to it, just smiled faintly.

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

After the parachute jump, she drove more than 20 kilometers, and the long-distance run along the way could exhaust her.

But fortunately, it still caught up.

"Oh! Over to you! Tail cocked a thumb up and said with sparkling eyes, "Give it the final blow!" “

Sisi smiled and made a three-gram oil gesture.

"Oh, thank you, Ao."

He cocked the corners of his mouth proudly, and said generously with his tail.

"You're welcome! Just don't break your head! I promised the war dude to leave this guy's dog head to him! ”

In exchange for those three 100mm guns.

Thanks to that round of barrage coverage, at least they helped them consume the boss's half-pipe health bar.

"Don't worry, I'll get its head off."

Looking at Si Si who was approaching step by step with an axe in hand, Yong's eyes were full of horror, and his huge body desperately tried to break free.

However, the iron chains that hang on the abandoned cars and street lamps have fixed it to death.

"Please, don't."

"Don't thank me, this axe is just for you!"

With a thud, she raised the axe high above her head and slashed at the python-thick neck.

At first, Yongshi was still screaming and begging for mercy, but when he reached the back, he could no longer hear the sound at all, only the muffled sound of a blunt weapon chopping flesh and blood.

Hot blood spurted all over the streets.

It was a slaughterhouse.

Watching from afar, the debt-ridden eyes couldn't help but shrink their necks.

Holy, is it so bloody? ”

The construction site boy and the brick stared at each other with straight eyes, and suddenly burst out with a sentence.

Loved, loved. ”

Edge paddling: ""

Debt Eye: "??? ”

[Mission: Kill Yongshi (Completed)] [Mission: Obtain Vault 79 Access (In Progress)] [Mission: A light blue pop-up window flashing on the VM screen indicating that the mission has been completed.

Looking at the severed head, Si Si threw the blood-stained axe aside and shook his sore right hand.

"This guy's neck is quite hard."

Tail, who was standing next to him, nodded earnestly.

"Uh-huh, it's been a long time."

The fleshy and sesame face had a weeping and laughing expression, and he mourned for the hapless fellow for a few seconds in his heart.

No one sympathizes with it, though.

It may have done some good deeds, but it is nothing compared to the evil it has committed over the past century.

What's more, this guy can't be considered human anymore, and they don't have to flood their sympathy to the enemy who strikes at their companions.

But then again, although the Yong clan insidiously used them, the material feet that fell from it were not annoying.

For example, the leather of the Claw of Death is especially suitable for making backpacks and leather goods, and with devil silk, it can be used to make the most advanced protective gear, which is even stronger than Kevlar material!

The only drawback is that it is difficult to mass-produce.

However, once Vault 79 clearance is obtained, this problem does not exist.

As long as you get enough telepathometers, let alone use the skin of Deathclaw as a backpack, you can build a "Deathclaw Knights"!

Players begin to clean up the battlefield.

At this time, the Battlefield Atmosphere Team slowly walked over from a distance.

He had stood far away from the Legion after calling for the Legion's artillery bombardment, and now that the battle was over, it was finally time for him to come out.

Glancing at the blood-coated streets, he couldn't help but smack his tongue as he dragged half of the corpse to the edge of the road.

"Damn, how many of you died?"

Edge paddling said casually.

"I haven't counted yet, what's wrong with a hundred?"

"It's nothing, it's just a little admired," the battlefield guy said with emotion, "Your battle damage is still as high as ever."

The edge paddled embarrassedly.

"Ahem, everyone is more reckless but it's not in the way, just win."

Players who are looking for survival rates will not come to the Death Corps, just as diners who want to eat steak will not go to a hot pot restaurant.

Although the level of the players of the Death Corps is generally not very high, and only a few players in the T1 echelon have reached V20, their street fighting ability is rated quite highly even by the spring brothers.

Even if it is pulled into reality, these people are definitely a group of street fighting masters, and the combat instinct honed in countless deaths, although it cannot be quantified by attribute points, no one will doubt their combat effectiveness.

"Where's the head?" The Battlefield held out his hand.

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

The head of the Claw of Death, with its neck, was the size of a cow, and even if it was drained, it would weigh a hundred kilograms.

The Battlefield Atmosphere Team stepped forward, untied the tightly tied hemp rope, glanced at it, and said contentedly

"Yes, yes, there is nowhere to find it when you step on the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it."

"You can figure it out yourself, we won't help you," Edge Paddle said with a smile, "Anyway, take this guy's head,

Can you change to a centurion? “

The Battlefield said with a smile.

"That's a must."

It's not just a centurion!

There are other rewards!

The only pity is that the quest reward is the dinar.

At present, there is no official exchange rate between the dinar and silver, and it may be necessary to wait until the clan map is opened to be stable.

"What about your squad?"

"They, I'll get rid of them halfway, and it's not convenient for me to make up stories," he said, and the Battlefield Atmosphere Team rolled his eyes and continued with a hippie smile, "By the way, if you go back with me, you can say that you are fellow villagers on Bate Street." ”

"You're fooling NPCs for fools when you go there so many people at once," Edgepaddling rolled his eyes and continued, "Take your time, I'll send a few people to your place tomorrow to find out the situation, and then bring more people in." ”

"Okay, then I'm not going to waste my time here."

Carrying Deathclaw's head over his shoulder, the Battlefield said goodbye, and turned and walked into the already thin mist.

The edge paddled to look at the cleaned battlefield in the distance, and shouted to his teammates.

"Brothers, it's time to withdraw."

The debt that had already packed up the equipment came over with big eyes.

"Where are we going?"

Edge paddling thought about it and said.

"Let's go to Xiangling Town first."

Before the fog clears, they have to find a place to put the loot first, so that they can match the performance when the battlefield guys return.

If that airship sees the corpses and the messy battlefield in that place, I'm afraid the battlefield guy can't explain how he got his head even if he made up the flowers...

Xiangling Town.

In the courtyard in the center of the municipal library, the corpses of the claws of death were neatly arranged, including the big guy who had lost his head.

Wu Tao and Wang Xu, who were standing on the side, had surprise written on their faces.

It's not just them.

Every survivor in Xiangling Town couldn't help but hold their breath and widen their eyes.

Seventeen Claws of Death!

And that two-story matrix!

Staring at the missing guy who was silent for a long time, Wu Tao swallowed his saliva and said with difficulty.

"That dead claw... He's dead? ”

Knowing which end he was referring to, Si Si, who was brushing, nodded casually.

"Oh, it's dead."

At this moment, her body was drenched in blood, a shocking red from head to toe, and her whole person completely turned into a bloody person.

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

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

"It's dead, it's dead," Wu Tao sighed, his face full of sadness, "The people of the legion, I'm afraid it won't be long before they come here again." ”

He didn't expect that the xenomorph who eats people and doesn't spit out bones can become their patron saint and protect the village for the rest of their lives.

But he had fantasized that the savage soldiers would be too intimidated by the might of the big guy to venture here to disturb them again.

I was a little reluctant in my heart, and Sesame Paste whispered.

"It's going to be a battlefield soon, so I'd suggest you move out as soon as possible."

"That's right!" Tail nodded earnestly and said, "You can go to Dawn City, everyone there is fine!" Dear Administrator, I'll take you in! ”

"Yes, thank you for your kindness," Wu Tao sighed and continued with a wistful wretch, "but this is our home after all, and we have lived here for more than a century, and now you suddenly want us to move out. ”

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

"Actually, there's another way..."

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

So he plucked up his courage and asked stubbornly

"What, what?"

"Moving to Vault 79, we vacated several buildings, more than enough for two or three hundred people. If you really don't want to leave your homeland, you can hide there for a while, and then come back to live after the war is over. ”

"yes, you can hide in Vault 79 first!" With a sudden expression on his face, Tail touched his chin and nodded, "... We're probably going to build a new survivor colony here anyway, and moving to Dawn doesn't seem necessary. “

Sesame Paste hesitated: "But... We don't have Vault 79 clearance, do we? ”

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

"Well, on this issue, I just wanted to say that although I don't know what the situation is, I seem to have obtained some of the permissions belonging to that guy."

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

In the screen, it was the surveillance footage of a room in Vault 79, and in the corner of the room, a headshot corpse was lying there.

The corpse was none other than that.

It was herself......

(Two more, the plot of Vault 7 (9) ends, and the next thing is the favorite loot count!) It's a little faster than expected.,Anyway, I didn't split the big chapter into two chapters and send it to a very conscientious horn? Finally, I would like to thank the leaders of "Teacher Yi", "21912", "Whatever You Say Anything", "Breeder Trumpet", "Don't Hear Back", and "Night Rain Spring is Coming" for rewarding them!! I haven't eaten lunch yet, I'm tired, I'll sleep first and then write...)

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