"You've got access to the gate...... Oh, so the 'traitors' out there are dead. ”

The rotting wood-like body laughed as sandpaper grinded the walls.

The Mother of Deathclaws, who was prostrate in the hall, looked at the group of players standing in front of her, and said this in a relaxed tone.

Surprisingly, although the word "traitor" was used to refer to the Yong clan, there was not much hatred of betrayal in his voice.

It has lived for more than a century, if not longer. In the long course of time, it has seen too many new births and deaths, and has long been reconciled with the past.

Tail tilted his head and asked incomprehensibly.

"Traitor?"

"That was more than a century ago, and there was enough time to make a TV series for hundreds of hours about our past...... You won't be interested. Mother Deathclaw said in a slower voice.

"If you're referring to the guy who calls himself Yong...... I did kill it," Sith continued, glancing at the VM on his arm.

"Also, when I realized it, the managerial authority was already here...... I would like to know, is this permission tied to the VM? ”

After she kills Yong, a special signal suddenly appears in the upper right corner of the VM, and when the connection is selected, the function of connecting to the Vault system is unlocked.

Includes opening and closing the door of the hallway.

This includes the adjustment of the ventilation system in each zone.

Cameras in each room are also included.

It's like a console in an RPG game, so much so that she thought she had found a bug in the game and inadvertently unlocked the "developer mode".

However, after some trying, she soon found that this permission was not as magical as she imagined.

At least not at the level of a bug.

Complex functions are difficult to fully implement with VMs, and may need to be paired with other terminals or assistive smart devices with richer UIs.

Otherwise, even if you get the permission, you can only achieve a few basic operations.

In addition, permissions can be transferred.

Combined with the task of "obtaining the administrator rights of Vault 79" in the taskbar, I think that after obtaining the full permissions, the honorable Lord Dawn should take the administrator privileges away.

After all, the Vault is the player's public respawn point in the setting, and from that point of view, it is unlikely that the management of the Vault will be in the player's hands.

But this wonderful experience still makes her feel quite fun.

To the question of the girl in front of her, the Mother of Deathclaws answered in a casual tone.

"To be precise, the Vault Privilege is linked to the life characteristics, and the life characteristics that include multiple elements cross-validated are the real key...... The VM is nothing more than a terminal that you connect to the shelter system. ”

"VM, Bionics Chips...... Most of the hardware with the function of recognizing vital characteristics can be used as a carrier to connect to the shelter system. ”

"I see." Si Si nodded thoughtfully, and continued, "So...... Will the rights of the Vault be inherited by the person who killed the manager? ”

The Mother of Deathclaws said with a grin.

"If you misunderstand the rules, the correct interpretation should be that when the life signal of the permission holder disappears from the signal collection range, and there is no successor, the administrator authority is inherited by the closest terminal device owner."

"Your VM belongs to one of the terminals, and it has your life on it, even though you are not on the Vault 79 register...... However, in principle, they belong to the residents of the evacuation center. ”

The rules sound a bit of a mouthful.

Still, Sis tried to understand.

To put it simply, if there is no heir, whoever has the closest VM to the VM before death inherits the permissions......

What are the Battle Royale rules.

Seeing the strange expression in Siss's eyes, the Mother of Deathclaws smiled faintly and continued as if nothing had happened.

"I know what you're trying to say, of course there are loopholes in such rules, and if there is no heir who can be appointed, the situation you said will happen...... The administrator's authority is inherited by the person who killed him. ”

"Although the first Vault Administrator appointed me as the next administrator at the last moment of his life, perhaps out of distrust of me, or for some other reason, he did not hand over all the authority to me, but split it into many parts, and established the rules for the inheritance of authority."

"He wants us to decide our own fate, including whether or not our experiments will continue."

Ironically, despite all his preparations, it turned out to be pointless. His worst fears have come true, that we have mastered the ability to breed demons before we can produce morally perfect leaders......"

At this point, the Mother of Deathclaws paused, lowered her voice and continued.

"I'll hand over the Vault's authority to you...... But before that, can you fulfill a small wish of mine? ”

Although there are more direct methods, such as killing it directly, there is no requirement to kill this guy in the mission.

Si Si asked dryly.

"What wish?"

If it doesn't bother, she can satisfy it.

"I'd like to meet with your managers to satisfy my curiosity, even video calls...... You should be able to do it. ”

Sis nodded.

"This is a reasonable request, and I will convey it to him."

……

"The two-story claw of death...... It's incredible, you slaughtered such a great monster? I mean, before slaughtering...... Can't you let me look into it first? ”

Vault 404.

The library on the B4th floor – or Chu Guang's office.

When she heard what had happened in Vault 79, Hea's eyes widened in surprise.

It's just that the reason for her shock seems to be a little different from ordinary women of the same age.

After patiently listening to the complaints of the "Chief Biologist of the Alliance", Chu Guang closed the file he had just sorted out in his hand and said with a sigh.

"Isn't the evolution of Qingquan City enough for you to study?"

Just when the players were attacking Vault 79, Chu Guang, who was the planner, was also not idle.

Although he is not on the front line, he has been keeping track of the player's progress in the strategy.

Including the experiment logs recovered by the players, including the strategy posts compiled by the players on the forum, as well as the analysis of the plot and the speculation of the experimental accidents, etc., he asked Xiaoqi to help organize and make a file, which was divided into electronic files and paper files and included in the server and library of Vault 404.

Although the plan ultimately failed, it was also an attempt by the people of that era to save the world.

When all this is over, and the declining civilization enters a new era, he will send these archives and records to museums for future generations to evaluate.

Regarding Chu Guang's statement, Heya said bluntly.

"Of course not enough! The mutation of slime molds is not an isolated process, but a joint result of interaction with the outside world, and the evolution is only a subset of the whole system, and more clues are needed to understand the whole system......"

Listening to Heya's chatter, Chu Guang pinched his eyebrows, and had a slight headache.

Ever since I came into this world.

He felt more and more that the nine-year compulsory education and the 3+4 years of higher education he had received were no longer enough.

"Sorry, I didn't understand...... Can you put it simply? ”

Stopping the conversation, Hea sighed softly, paused for a moment and continued.

“…… In short, the study of non-slime xenospecies and the study of straxomycetes can promote each other...... Do you understand what I mean? ”

Although I still have some clues, it is still much better than before.

Looking at Chu Guang, who nodded thoughtfully, Heya couldn't help but complain again.

“…… However, such a perfect research sample, a living fossil that has lived for more than a century, is placed in front of you, and you actually kill it. ”

What a waste!

It's a terrible thing!

Looking at Heya with an indignant face, Chu Guang smiled faintly and continued.

"That guy is too dangerous, and it might be useful to keep it, but we can't afford to risk it getting out of hand, so I ordered it to be disposed of."

After a pause, he continued.

"As for the research samples you mentioned, you don't have to worry about that. We just took out the uncontrolled mother, and one was in Vault 79. ”

Heya's eyes lit up like a lamp in an instant, and her hands slammed into the table.

"Really?!"

Looking at Heya, whose eyes were blazing, Chu Guang moved back a few points slightly, nodded lightly and said.

"Hmm...... Moreover, its identity was beyond my expectations. I didn't expect the bighorn god to really exist, and I always thought it was just a legend. ”

The administrator of Vault 79 has become the spiritual pillar of the wastelands of the River Valley Province.

This may sound strange, but it's not hard to understand.

In the eyes of the clones who were being studied, weren't the researchers who "transferred their consciousness to the Death Claws" and "could control their life and death at will" gods?

The "gods" try to create an "emperor" among them, constantly sending disasters to eliminate the weaker individuals, and allowing the individuals selected by the environment to continue to multiply, so that their race will continue to evolve...... If we use a religious narrative style, this evil experiment can be interpreted in mythology.

Later, some clones and experimental samples escaped with the "Yong's", and naturally this memory was also brought out together with their genes, and passed it on from generation to generation......

Thinking of this, Chu Guang's expression suddenly became a little weird.

Since the legend of the "bighorn deer god" can be traced back to the experiment of a certain shelter......

Could the "Spirit of the Sand Sea" in Luoxia Province also be related to some unknown secret experiment?

The more Chu Guang thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible.

It seems necessary to organize a group of folklorists to collect the strange rumors of the wasteland.

I can't tell if there is an unimaginably big fish hidden behind any inadvertent clue.

Just as Chu Guang was thinking about which tavern to place this new NPC in, Hea was staring at him with blazing eyes and continued.

“…… I'm going to make a trip to Vault 79! Did you get the permission there? Empower me! ”

Chu Guang: "I haven't fully gotten it yet, but it's just a matter of going through the process...... I'll go with you, and I have something to do over there. ”

Hea smiled slightly and said, "Okay! By the way, what are you going to do with the Vault once you're done with that matter? ”

Chu Guang thought for a moment and replied.

“…… I haven't figured this out there yet, I'll have to see what's good there. ”

Hea said in a cheerful voice.

"If you haven't figured out how to arrange it, you can use it as a laboratory for me, except for deathclaws, the other xenomorphs there are also quite good research materials! During this time, I happened to train a few good researchers, and I plan to send them there for internships......"

Hearing this suggestion, Chu Guang's eyes lit up.

"That's a good idea, I'll consider it!"

While the exact circumstances of Vault 79 are unknown, according to Yong, there is enough energy stored there to run the Vault for five centuries.

Compared to Vault 404's meagre energy reserves, Vault 79's reserves can be described as "inhuman".

Shutting down the facility will allow it to recover nuclear fuel, and if the Vault remains operational, it can serve as a biological research facility and a respawn point for the player.

Is it "Energy Coin +10086", or "Sociology +10, Respawn +1".

Chu Guang only thought about it for a while, and then chose the latter without hesitation.

At present, he still has a fuel rod in his hand that is not being used, but there is no shortage of fuel rods for evacuation.

And the research facilities in that Vault, as well as the respawn points to recruit more players, were just what he needed!

Not only that, but the Claws of Death cultivated in Vault 79 can also be used as a good "biological vehicle".

It can not only rush but also fight, and it is quite durable, which can be said to be very easy to use!

Combined with the technology related to the recovery of Vault 401, the blue coats that players rescued from the eastern district of Qingquan City have successfully reversed the "Psychic Interference Device" of the Torch Church, and the matching "Neural Connection Device" can be made from the black box recovered from Vault 117.

Although mass production is not possible, limited production is still not a big problem.

Fitting one around the neck of the Claw of Death and domesticating it into a mount is not a big problem!

The "Niko" tethered to the park is the best example, Chu Guang rides it every time he goes to the eastern district of Qingquan City, and he rides it in power armor.

It has been proven that the claws of death can be domesticated by technological means.

Combined with the research on Deathclaw held in Vault 79, it is possible that he could ask Heya to help research the larger lizards that are more suitable for riding.

Thinking of this, a meaningful smile appeared on Chu Guang's face.

Such an awesome and unbalanced "SRRR mount"......

Wouldn't it be too cheap to sell 50,000 silver coins at a fixed price?

Sure enough, it's still sold well!

……

Ruigu City, Deciduous Camp.

When the Battlefield Atmosphere Team returned to camp with a plank and Deathclaw's head in tow, both the legionnaires on duty at the gate and the survivors in the camp were stunned.

He was covered in blood, like a demon crawling out of hell, and he carried a hemp rope in his right hand and draped it over his shoulders, and in his left hand he carried a blood-stained axe, which he had bought for 20 silver coins.

He threw the axe and rope on the ground, looked at the sentries waiting at the door, and said nonchalantly.

"Deathclaw—"

"I'll kill you!"

He wanted to say something sassy, but the human language was too watery, and that was all he could say.

A whispering commotion spread in front of the door.

The black-robed soldiers stared at him suspiciously, not believing in their eyes.

But the Battlefield didn't care about their eyes.

Before coming back, he deliberately found a mutant hyena, threw away his weapon, and fought with the beast with his bare hands, with no less bumps and scratches on his body.

He doesn't need to make up the lies perfectly, he just needs to play a taciturn macho man, and then act like that.

As for the rest.

These people will naturally make up for him.

Not far from the camp, the survivors circled the door, casting onlookers at him.

The expressions on people's faces varied, some were envious, some were jealous, and some whistled and couldn't help but cheer him on.

It was a monster that even the Legion's hundred-man team could not handle.

It was solved by a wasteland from the same background as them!

In the crowd not far away, the Battlefield Atmosphere Group saw many familiar faces.

Including the apprentice who peeled potatoes with him before, the squad member who got lost halfway, and the only Li Ba he could name.

At this time, probably noticing the commotion at the gate of the camp, the person in charge here, Colway, walked out of the camp.

"What are you doing here? All the work done? ”

As soon as the whip sounded, the survivors blocking the door immediately dispersed.

Walking to the gate of the camp with a whip, Colway saw the bloody "pangolin" covered in blood, and then looked at the head on the wooden board next to him, and his face suddenly appeared in surprise.

The calf-sized head was too shocking, especially the ghost-like face, which must have endured too much pain before dying.

The entrance to the camp was quiet for five minutes.

As if he had been petrified, Colway finally came to his senses, staring at the battlefield atmosphere group with a fixed gaze, and squeezed a sentence out of his throat.

"You did it?"

The battlefield guy nodded without blushing and heartbeat.

"That's right!"

He didn't do it, but he also contributed DPS!

Rounding it off, it means that there is nothing wrong with what he did.

Although Colway was suspicious, he couldn't think of a reason to be suspicious when he saw that this guy was covered in blood. It's just that he couldn't believe that the monster that had damaged more than a dozen of his subordinates was actually killed by the native in front of him.

"I'll report your merits, you go to the river next to you and clean the blood off your body first......"

As he spoke, Colway looked at the nearby sentry and pointed at the hunter with his chin.

"Give him a bar of soap."

The sentry with the rifle on his back gave a military salute.

"Yes!"

……

It only took a few minutes to smear the blood on his body, but it took more than an hour to clean it, and the battlefield found that it was simply a toss, but it was not possible to toss without tossing.

Directly according to the neck, the scales are smashed as if a dog has gnawed, if there is no blood on the body, then it is called suspicious!

The slimy blood on his body was finally cleaned up, and the sky was completely dark.

As he walked in the direction of the camp, the battlefield man organized the language in his head, thinking about how to brag later.

At this moment, a soldier in a black robe walked up to him.

"You're a pangolin."

The battlefield guy was stunned for two seconds before he came back to his senses and said immediately.

"yes...... What's wrong? ”

The black-robed soldier continued.

"Come with me."

Although the battlefield guy was confused, it was useless to think about it at this time, so he could only follow the man.

Seeing the soldier take him out of the camp and head towards the woods, the Warfielder muttered in his heart.

That Corway......

Isn't it because you want to take credit for yourself?

Don't be so doggy!

Just as he was thinking wildly, a shadowy campfire appeared not far away, and behind the forest there was another camp.

Unlike the deciduous camp, both the people on duty and the people on patrol here are soldiers in black robes and heavy body armor.

There is no doubt that -

This is where the Legion's Space Marines are stationed!

Surprised, the Battlefield Atmosphere Group followed the soldier forward, passing through the sentry at the entrance of the camp, while silently observing the deployment of the camp.

Soon the two of them reached the center of the camp, where an elevator stopped.

"Go up."

Hearing the voice of the black-robed soldier, the battlefield guy obediently stood up the elevator, but his heart was excited.

Boy!

Is this to invite yourself into the "crystal"?!

Before he could think about it, the elevator had already started.

Pulled by several chains, the platform slowly rose, little by little, towards the towering steel fortress until it was fully entered.

At the end of the elevator is a large hall, which is incredibly spacious, with a layout that resembles a U-shaped harbor where submarines are parked, and the rolling doors next to it are supposed to be garages or something.

The battlefield guy looked around in surprise, eager to take pictures of everything in front of him, and posted it on the forum on the spot to share the shock in his heart with netizens.

However, it's a pity that he doesn't even have a VM, let alone a camera tool.

Two soldiers came over and searched him, touching him from head to toe twice before letting him through the airlock of the buffer room.

After passing through several doors and corridors, he was ushered into a richly decorated room with a red carpet.

Quite a few people are standing here.

And there was only one sitting.

There was no doubt that the identity of that man was none other than the captain of the Iron Heart, as those legionnaires called it, Admiral McLaen.

The Warfield looked at him quietly.

This person is estimated to be in his early forties, with angular facial features, a bulging nose, a powerful body, and eyes like an eagle catching chickens.

I'm still an awakener!

Just as the Battlefield was secretly looking at the man sitting in the chair, the man was also looking at him.

With a look of interest in his eyes, General McLaen spoke.

"You're a pangolin?"

"Yes, sir."

The battlefield atmosphere group responded, but they were thinking in their hearts.

If he comes to assassinate King Qin and directly beheads the person in front of him, will the expansion end before it starts?

But......

I'm afraid it's a bit difficult.

Although he is an awakened one, he is not as fast as a bullet after all.

Within seven steps, the guns were fast and accurate, not to mention that there were at least a dozen guns hidden here, enough to beat yourself into a sieve in a matter of seconds.

It would be nice to have an exoskeleton......

General McClen stared at the honest, taciturn native hunter in front of him and continued with interest.

"Tell me how you took out this monster."

“…… Your shells wounded it, I trapped it with a trap, pierced it in both eyes, bleed, and cut off its head. The Battlefield Atmosphere Group replied in a broken human language.

Although the narration is very sloppy, McClan did not expect the natives of the Barbarian Lands to spit lotus flowers and make up stories like bards.

Nodding approvingly, he said.

"Yes, a warrior."

"From today onwards, you are the first centurion of the Hu Cong Army, and your subordinates will be promoted to the rank of ten-commander...... You can go back in a moment and tell them the good news. ”

Speaking in a flat tone, General McLaen then looked to the side.

"Also, the reward I said."

As the words fell, a sergeant walked in with a chain in his hand and 10 slaves.

They were barefoot, wearing a single coat, with different hair colors, heights, shortness, fat and thinness, and their postures could be called beautiful.

The exotic face was clearly not a survivor living nearby, but more like the Legion had brought it from somewhere else.

For example, in the desert.

The battlefield guy was slightly stunned, and his heart was shocked.

He thought that the dog planner would reward him with 10 strong macho men, but he didn't expect to test himself with this kind of sugar-coated cannonball.

Is this something you can experience without spending money?

General McLaan admired the native's dirty bun-like expression with satisfaction.

He doesn't care about his subordinates' greed for money or lust, but rather that talents with shortcomings are better managed.

If he were the kind of person who had no interest in wealth or women, he would wonder if that person had any other intentions.

After all, there are only two possibilities for that kind of person, either they are saints who are completely detached from low-level interests, or they have ambitions far beyond ordinary people.

"My words count, they're yours."

Seeing that Colway glanced at him, the battlefield quickly lowered his head and replied in a deep voice.

"Thank you, sir!"

The meeting lasted only ten minutes.

While intrigued by the native hunter who killed Deathclaw, for General McLaen, it was just an after-show on the expedition.

If that native really had the talent to lead troops into battle, he wouldn't mind promoting him to the rank of commander of the army.

After letting the "pangolin" go down, General McLaen looked at Colway and said with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

"It seems that the natives here are not all waste, and you can still see one or two capable guys once in a while."

"Discover more of these talents."

"We need to nurture our own forces in the southern part of the valley province, and these people are good seedlings to be cultivated."

Colway bowed his head and respectfully understood.

"Yes!"

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(Thanks to the alliance leaders of "Golden Legend Bear Twinkle", "Rain is Always Light", "Sanxin Eryi", "Peerless Little Swordsman", "Clear Grass", "Old Tunes", and "Evil is Cold"!! ）

Push a Shenhao article, "I really don't want to go to work", the author has never been to work, but he is very good at driving

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