At the edge of a jungle that was too dense to drive into, we got out of the car. The first thing Ding Ding Xiaoge did after getting out of the car was to summon his dungeon special envoy: Demon Hell Spirit. Fortunately, this time, the red wolf was chosen by the Otherworldly Demon as a sacrifice tribute, and died on the ground the moment the battle spirit appeared. Before his corpse could cool down, Longbow Shot Sun succeeded in reviving him.

Then, we started the long trek. The group of commandos in strange armor walked in front to show us that it was not necessary, although our magic map could not show the land 7,000 years later, but before we set out, Colonel Duffy gave each of us a "map of breath", which not only marked the location of us and the target, but even marked the direction we were facing now. With this high-grade magical equipment, I don't think even Niu Million will necessarily lose his way in this jungle.

Well, maybe I'm a little too optimistic for Niu Million, who would find the wrong door in the dilapidated and narrow three-story building of the union headquarters.

……

As we walked through the jungle, it felt very strange to me: the jungle I remember had never been so quiet, with pythons foraging in the woods, wild wolves roaming the shadows of the dark forests, tigers and leopards roaming the hills, and the backward savage tribes scattered throughout the jungle...... These dangerous creatures hide in the shadows of the jungle at all times, staring hostilely at strange visitors, lunging down as they let their guard down, and killing them in the most horrific and cruel way imaginable. Countless adventurers have died beneath these dense vines and trees – and more than once – until they finally learned the law of the jungle for the survival of the strong, and then they became the predators and slayers of the land, casting their fate on the heads of these once-powerful jungle natives.

Yes, in my memory 7,000 years ago, the jungle was always a noisy and lively place – in some ways, even more lively than the populated cities. Killing and death form an unstoppable melody of brutality in the jungle, played out again and again between the hunter and the hunted. I used to think that this kind of killing between each other would go on and on forever, never stopping.

Yet, seven thousand years later, the jungle is so cold that it is rare to see any animal, alive or dead, as far as I can see, even the straight and straight shadows of the trees are lined up like well-trained soldiers, whether they are tall or thick, whether they are the direction of the branches or the shape of the canopy, they all look so similar, not so much that they are "growing" according to some natural law. It is better to say that they are "produced" in batches in some kind of special mold.

I've never seen a jungle like this, and the trees don't look like a life full of life and spews green, but more like the neatly arranged tombstones in a cemetery. I never thought I'd one day use the word "lifeless" to describe a vast expanse of life, but that's what it is all about here.

I really can't get these intelligent beings 7,000 years later, they can build their cities as beautiful as dreams, and they can use solidified steel and masonry to build gorgeous landscapes that dazzle the gods, but they don't know how to treat those beings who have grown in this world like them, and they don't know how to dig out the beauty of those vivid and wild nature from the essence of life. They replaced the God-made with man-made things, and lived in a closed world of self-production and self-sale without surprises. Compared to them, even the most brutal adventurers who slaughtered wolves and tigers in the jungle seemed to be an unwavering ...... How so? As the spacefarers mentioned...... "environmentalists" are just accustomed to communicating with nature in a puzzlingly barbaric way, but never try to change it all and make the world their consumer product.

I love the world 7,000 years later, and honestly, I love the mysterious, dizzying results of the industrious and learned generations that have explored a path of development that we never imagined. However, I have to say that if they could get along more harmoniously with nature, I would love it a thousand times more than I do now.

Just as I was complaining about the rigidity of the world, the commando leader who walked in front of me with three stars painted on his armor shoulder pads suddenly stopped. He raised his left hand into a fist and held it high, and all the soldiers who led us stood still. Ahead, a blinding red light suddenly flashed, and then there was a sharp whistling sound in the silent air.

"Quick, disperse," the captain suddenly shouted hoarsely, and then leaped to the side like a cheetah, and pressed his back against a large tree. In an instant, I saw a flash of fire fly close and fall right among us, then with a deafening explosion. The nearest tree was blown in two, and metal shrapnel mixed with sawdust flew along with the earth, piercing the bodies of several commandos in an instant, and their heavy armor was torn apart like shredded paper, and the flesh sprayed was dazzlingly red even in the dark night.

A flesh-and-blood battle 7,000 years later met us unexpectedly.

What attacked us was a massive steel monster, standing two stories tall, with two sturdy but not too thick metal feet on its lower limbs - which ensured that it would not be blocked by the dense trees of the jungle, it had no obvious head, torso, or upper limbs, and the two metal feet supported an irregular hexagonal pod, flanked by two light cannons, which were spraying us with cannon fire one after another. Next to the two barrels, there was a launcher capable of hanging four missiles, one of which was missing one missile, which was presumably used in the surprise attack on us just now.

The movement attracted the other mechanical monsters that were patrolling around, and not far away, some flickering red lights were closing in in our direction. It wasn't until this life that I realized that our enemies had ambushed so many murderous and dangerous behemoths in this quiet jungle, and the funny thing is that I thought this quiet forest was very safe all the way.

"Kill them" The dwarven priest, who was more excited to see the enemy than his relatives, shot the sun with a longbow and bravely waved the magnetic cannon in his hand that was bigger than his body, and roared and rushed out. About thirty paces away from the battle machine, two large light bullets whistled out from the muzzle of the cannon, and then ...... Grazing the edge of the target, I shot far into the distance, and it was only after a few moments that I saw two intense fires burst from the mountains in the distance ahead, followed by the roar of explosions.

Other than proving that light can run faster than sound, this powerful magnetic cannon doesn't seem to be of any greater use to the longbow shooter.

"Idiot, don't you shoot without aiming?" Seeing this scene, Fei Yin couldn't help but scold bitterly, and then picked up the Hydra Extreme Impact Gun with both hands, which was also very amazing, and swept around with impunity on her waist, screaming and rushing forward - Speaking of which, respected Elder, what qualifications do you have to criticize others for not aiming......

"Steady, don't fight like that" Behind him, Ding Ding Xiaoge's voice came from afar - hey, when did this guy run so far? - As he controls the Hellsoul to rush towards the enemy, he reminds us loudly:

"Longbow, your gun can't fire continuously...... "Ding Ding Xiaoge shouted, "...... For the kind of target that is not B, even if one shell can't destroy it, it can be disabled, and two shots in a row are pure waste; And if you don't hit the first shot, you can still use the second shot to correct the attack...... Day, white shouted, this idiot has died ball"

As we could see, after the two shells of the longbow missed, he rushed to the great battle machine with the sand of his staff. The nunchucks, which have undergone many upgrades and improvements, are no longer the two simple bones that were put together, and the purple sixty-two level magic crystal "Heart of Thunder Fire" embedded at one end of it fills this unique melee magic weapon with strong electric energy, so that every swing of it is accompanied by a dark blue spark of electric energy; The "Magic Rock Crystal" embedded on the other end increases the weapon's critical strike chance by five percent - with his staff's terrifying melee attack speed, this critical strike probability increase is even more decisive than the additional damage stat.

Within five seconds of being shot at the sun with a longbow, the massive fighting machine had lost nearly one-fifth of its durability. Unfortunately, however, our Dwarven Priest apparently didn't notice that he was mortally wounded when he charged, with less than a third of his health remaining, and that the fighting machine had already aimed the missile launcher at him......

I guess you can't imagine what it would be like for a missile to hit a man in the face less than ten paces away, and I can't imagine it at all, but I've seen it with my own eyes, as fortunate as perhaps the Japanese would consider it very unfortunate to shoot with a longbow. Our dwarven priest was ignited like a cannon in an instant, and the huge explosion instantly dug a large pit in the ground.

I couldn't believe that in such a huge explosion, Longbow Shooting Sun was lucky enough to leave a whole corpse, and I thought that this scruffy little man with a long beard would occupy a huge area in a much thinner way than he had ever had the privilege of occupying. But fortunately, otherwise where would he find his body when his soul was resurrected again?

Originally, I was worried that in this world 7,000 years later, my friends who had been in the space would not be able to continue their powerful life force, but when the longbow shot the sun again and leaped from the ground soon after, I immediately knew that my worries were unnecessary—7,000 years of time could not change the peculiarity of these strange visitors from the Atlas, and their abilities were obviously not related to time, and I guess it was more to do with space.

After killing the longbow and shooting the sun, the fighting machine strode in the direction of Fei Yin. Its two cannons shoot deadly rays that knock our elders back in quick succession. Fei Yin also tried to fight back, in fact, her counterfire was far more fierce than the fighting machine, and the "Hydra" let out a hysterical howl in her hands, raining down countless light bullets at the enemy. However, the strange thing is that this powerful firepower has an incredibly strange hit rate, and no matter how far Fei Yin aims, these light bullets gradually scatter after flying out for a distance, and less than half of them can hit the target.

"That's not how your gun works...... President," Ding Dingxiao Ge called out again, "...... That gun is used for fire suppression, and the hit rate of hitting a single target is too low Jeff, I'll let the war spirit entangle him, you hurry up and go up"

Before he could finish speaking, the wandering Hell Spirit had already attached itself to the side of the fighting machine. His attacks had a remarkable effect, and soon the metal monster's durability had dropped to less than half. But what is clear is that the enemy's attack power is even stronger, and after a few moments, the Hell Spirit is already less than a third of its health.

I didn't need to be reminded by Ding Ding Xiaoge, I had already noticed that Fei Yin's momentum was not good, and I immediately held up the shield with my left hand, grabbed the assault rifle with my right hand, and stabbed it diagonally while firing. As I approached the fighting machine, the Hellsoul was retreating as he yelled "You idiot, share your soul ...... with me" in exasperation, and Ding Dingxiao Ge was slowly adding life to him through soul bonding. I raised my shield to block the two rays that were coming at me, and then aimed at the combat machine and fired it again and again—you must admit, although I had never been trained to shoot weapons, I was very talented at it, and the green light bullets from the muzzle of the gun struck the target one after the other, and none of them missed.

What? You ask me how far I was from it at the time? Let's put it this way, at this distance, I can probably spit on its face when I spit on it.

Hi, what's so funny about that? Just because I'm close doesn't mean I'm very talented at practicing shooting?

Although I fired ammunition and hit the torso of the combat machine, it sadly didn't do much damage - in fact, if you don't have the mental strength to hit, it's not even sure if its durability has really diminished.

"Jeff, what the hell are you choosing......" Fei Yin turned her gun and scarred five other battle machines approaching in the distance—no doubt she had chosen the right target this time—and reprimanded me mercilessly, "...... Flashlight? ”

God knows what she meant by a "flashlight", but I don't think it would be any less powerful than the assault rifle I had in my hand if it were a weapon. I was able to withstand the impact of the fighting machine, and was about to replace my rifle with the long sword I was accustomed to, when a dark shadow suddenly flashed behind the fighting machine.

There were two muffled sounds, and two stubby green rays pierced the joint of the thing's right leg like two sharp swords. It staggered backwards two steps, then its right leg made a screeching sound as the metal twisted and deformed, and then suddenly fell to the ground with a "bang", a wisp of green smoke coming out of the cabin, and then it never moved again.

It was the stealthy Assassin Red Wolf, who somehow touched the back of the machine, and almost put the muzzle of his gun on it and fired two shots at it, finally recovering it completely.

Before the red wolf left incognito again, I saw that he was holding a large screw in one hand—the old thief had somehow picked off one of the parts of the machine.

I was startled and hurriedly retreated, fearing that in the midst of the fierce battle, he would take away the important protective gear on my body—it was a terrible thing.

Almost at the same moment as the machine fell to the ground, a terrible sound burst through the cracks, and then I saw a sharp green light burst out of the air from Ding Ding Xiaoge's hiding place, and shot into the front of the capsule of another combat machine that was approaching not far away. Although it had been defeated by Fei Yin a lot, it still had nearly half of its durability left, and under normal circumstances, it would have taken a lot of effort to take out this killing machine. Surprisingly, the machine's durability instantly cleared after the shot, and it froze immediately, then slowly and sluggishly spun the pod, and then collapsed to the ground, motionless.

"Yay, a headshot......" Ding Ding Xiaoge shouted excitedly, dancing arrogantly, but he hadn't forgotten to remind us, "...... Hit that red light above its head, that's the point of it."

The joints of the legs and the red light above the head, when the key points of this fighting machine are understood, the battle gradually becomes simpler. Fei Yin used her dense and powerful firepower to pinn down the enemy who tried to approach us from a distance, and although it was difficult for her to destroy the opponent, it provided us with more opportunities; And whether with a sword or a spear, I still rushed to the forefront with my shield held high, trying my best to resist the enemy closest to us, and with me stood the spirit of Ding Ding Xiaoge's Hell; Resurrection of the Longbow Shot Sun restrained his impulses and took about his job as a field healer - but every time his twin-barrel cannon was recharged, he would blast it out without hesitation, and the weapon he chose was truly incredibly powerful, harvesting the wreckage of at least one combat machine almost every time.

If we are fighting in a regular manner, then Ding Ding Xiaoge and the Red Wolf are simply harvesting. Red Wolf took the evil of an assassin lurking and waiting for a deadly blow to strike at the extreme, choosing a combat machine with less than a quarter durability to unload one of his opponent's legs with his two small but powerful marksmanship.

However, although Red Wolf's tactics were effective, he had to wait for the cooldown of the "Stealth" skill most of the time, and Ding Dingxiaoge's attacks were more vicious than those of Ding Dingxiaoge. The cunning orc warlock had a penchant for the long-range sniper rifle, and he seemed to have a talent for the weapon, which he aimed at the lethal parts of the combat machinery with the help of an advanced aiming system, killing almost one out of every five shots.

At the same time, we have become familiar with the vigilance mode of these combat machines, moving at a relatively steady pace, and maintaining an appropriate distance from the enemy when encountered, keeping each attracted enemy within our control. In this way, we made steady progress through the jungle until a huge base appeared in front of us......