Three or four cloudy dogs rushed wildly, and they were even uglier and more ferocious, with gaping bloody mouths and corroded mucus on their sharp fangs.

Even though there was a big hole in his chest, Control One, who was half-kneeling on the ground, still waved the other half of his arm with difficulty, wanting to continue to kill the enemy.

However, with the blue beam of the second sniper rifle, it shot straight down from the cliff, destroying the other half of the arm of Control One.

Control One, who completely lost her resistance, was bitten by the turbid dog in the waist, and the spikes from the turbid snake followed and pierced into her chest, and Control One was submerged by the monster and bitten off by the waist, leaving only the upper body to fall to the ground.

Seeing that Control One had lost its combat effectiveness, the Turbid Monster gave up, stepped on the wreckage of Control One, and continued to attack the other servants.

And without the control of No. 1, even if the servant unit had a new command, it was quickly shot by the snipers on the cliff, and in a few minutes, the fifty servants were completely under the fangs and claws of the turbid monster, and became wreckage.

The Black Fire Deacon on the cliff finally nodded in satisfaction, and then he once again manipulated the skull in his hand, and these turbid monsters turned into red mist and began to dissipate, and finally returned to the skull.

It's just that looking at the color of the skull again, the red light on it is much dimmer than before, and it should be very expensive.

"Quick, let's get started!"

Under the deacon's order, more than thirty members of the Black Fire Gang who had been on standby on the cliff for a long time immediately descended with ropes, their eyes were full of greed and excitement, looking at the wreckage of these servants as if they were looking at gold everywhere.

Among them, there are many members like engineers, who use various tools to cut the wreckage of the machine servants, and it is obviously not the first time to see the action, and they have long been familiar with it.

One weapon after another weapon parts were taken out of the wreckage by the members of the Black Fire Gang, recovered, and looked at the more and more substantial tactical backpacks, which were filled with machine servant weapons, the deacon smiled happily, this ticket was successful, and it is estimated that he can be the deputy leader in the gang when he looks back.

I just don't know, the leader suddenly wants so many weapons, what is that "big plan", even he can only vaguely know, it seems to be to fight a certain company?

Just when the deacon was still sitting on the sweet dream of being promoted and making a fortune, a sudden exclamation came from the farthest member of the Black Fire Gang, and I saw that it was the little brother who had mercy on the servant before, and he was shouting desperately at the deacon with a panicked face at the moment.

"Boss, put it away! Put that prop away! ”

Props put away?

Soon the deacon knew why the younger brother asked this, because he saw that the younger brother who had just run halfway up, and before he could say anything, a sharp barb shot directly from his back, piercing his chest and staining a large area of blood.

He looked at the barb stuck in his chest with reluctance, it was the tail thorn from the cloudy snake, and he was reluctant to leave it in his arms even if he ran for his life, full of weapon parts, and finally the corpse fell to the ground like the wreckage of those servants.

Such a change immediately caused panic and turmoil in the Black Fire Gang, and they discovered that from the other side of the canyon, there was another turbid monster.

"Boss, hurry! Turn off your props! ”

Many members of the Black Fire Gang shouted at the deacon, thinking that the turbid monster that appeared was still the same as before, and was induced and summoned by the props in the deacon's hand.

But only the deacon himself had cold sweat on his forehead, and the hand holding the skull was shaking more and more, and he was sure that this "relic of the old days" was not running, and that only showed that. This is the real strange tide in the Zero Dream.

And at this time, often the only one who can save them is the servants, but apparently this hope has been extinguished by their own hands.

"Get rid of your dreams!"

"I'm out of my dreams, let me get out of my dreams!"

"Get rid of your dreams! Damn it! Get rid of your dreams! ”

"It's too late, uh."

Flesh and blood flying, in front of the strange tide, the thirty gang members are like ants trampled to death by elephants, their flesh and blood are torn apart by strange dogs, and their limbs become food in the mouthparts of turbid snakes.

Unlike other dreams, everything that happens in the dream will be fed back to reality with real feelings, and even if it is brain dead, it will suffer the pain of being torn apart before it happens.

The wreckage of Control No. 1, only the upper half of her body remained, her eyes were already full of flowers, and all the data were reporting errors, but fortunately, the core black box seemed to be still running as usual.

She tried to reach for her unrecognizable cheek, as if she wanted to touch her lips again, but the bionic skin there had long since cracked away, leaving only the cold mechanical bones.

"May the glory of the Emperor last forever"

With an intermittent synthesizing sound, the half-cut body of Control One turned into a huge sun-like light, and then the fiery energy swept through the canyon, destroying the turbid monsters and the corpses of the gangsters in the explosion.

Base.

Factories stand here, and the assembly line is equipped with various parts, and after several complex links, it will finally be reconstructed from the end of the workshop, one by one.

[No. 17639, thank you for your dedication to Dream Zero, this is your 1282nd reconstruction, you shoulder the important responsibility of maintaining the peace and stability of Dream Zero, and you will continue to devote yourself to the glorious battle]

In the top display of the workshop, a line of text appeared, which was seen by every servant when he was born.

"May the glory of the Great Reign endure." All the new servants of the game, with one hand on their chests in front of the text, stood up straight.

Number 17639 is no exception.

After that, the base will assign the whereabouts of the servants to them, which is completely random, and soon it will be the turn of machine 17639, which will be displayed on the big screen in the workshop.

[No. 17639, your aircraft type: Control Machine, you will be assigned to the Dragon War Zone, coordinate location: GY-28, looking forward to your heroic performance]

After the base was assigned, it was time for the servants to act, but this time, Control Plane No. 17639 stood still and did not move.

[No. 17639, your assignment has been issued, please go to the designated area immediately, repeat, please go immediately]

"Application No. 17639 is filed to request a modification of the theater allocation." The blindfolded servant interrupted the workshop screen in front of him.

The screen seemed surprised by the behavior of Number 17639, no, to be exact, it was beyond its automatic program, and it took a while for the text on the screen to reappear.

【Warning! No. 17639, please describe the reason for your application, otherwise you will be regarded as a defective product and will be reconstructed.

Rows of footsteps sounded, and soon four or five servants were dispatched by the base and surrounded No. 17639.

"Report, in the data of No. 17639, there are many experiences in the Witch War Zone, and No. 17639 thinks that investing in the Witch War Zone can play a greater tactical value, and asks for the approval of the base."

After 17639's reasoning was stated, the base was silent for even longer than before, before evacuating the servants surrounding 17639 and giving four words on the screen.

【Application Approved】

No. 17639 saluted the base screen, then turned away, its wings spread out, and sped off to the reassigned Witch War Zone.

During the flight, No. 17639 was actually doing its own calculations.

Why did she make this request, and why did she have an inexplicable attachment to the Witch War Zone?

However, she has no memories of this, as each time they die, they will erase all of their previous data and format them into new servants.

No.

Maybe something is a little bit out of the ordinary?

No. 17639, who was in flight, touched his lips with his hand.

She didn't remember that there was a record of this action in their program, and this action seemed to have nothing to do with the fight, or even drag it down.

What is it?

Number 17639 searched her system many times, but could not find its source, until her hand, inadvertently slicing across her chest, and finally ending at the location of the fake bionic heart.

She had an instinct, yes, the least touching word for the mechanical species.

It seems that this data is.

From here?