The Player Legion's assault on the cultist base went awry from the start.

In their original plan, they would enter the base to face evil psionic powers, cursed monsters, and evil rituals that could destroy the world, so players were prepared for these aspects.

Just the rune stones that can defend against curses and spiritual attacks are prepared two sets for one person.

But after they actually came in, everyone was startled by the strange things that kept appearing in front of them, except for the group of bumps who had already come up to the top and constantly let out strange roars such as "quack", "boom", "whoa", and so on.

Well, there is an expected "amazing power" or something in this place, but the form of expression is somewhat strange.

For example, the runes they prepared to defend against psychic attacks were certainly not able to deal with the fully automatic guard turrets that kept pouring out of the aisles of the base, and the scrolls that could counter curses were also ineffective in the face of self-detonating drones flying around.

Especially players who are confronted with the unleashed creatures, who are very tired of these strange things.

Frankenstein and tentacle monsters.

That's enough!

Ten minutes into the attack, all players were complaining that they weren't attacking a magical medieval cultist fortress at all, but had stepped into a twenty-second century military fortress.

This hell place even has something unscientific like an electromagnetic cannon, and the electronic snail in the student party was bombarded by this thing a few seconds ago.

It seems that even the silver level, which has been tempered for thousands of years, is not able to handle the metal projectile that has been accelerated to Mach 10 in the flesh.

But after all, this is a research base, not really a military base used by Dusk to study weapons of destruction, and the defensive firepower that has been barely repaired by the autonomous robots inside the base has always been limited, and the defense system of the base is quickly paralyzed by the rapid progress of the players' strange moves, especially after the two goldens joined the battle.

The cultists who had been gathered now had to go into battle themselves and fight to the death against the Trancian barbarians.

However, players will not be able to attack the base for a while, because there are many minions and apprentices here, and as a base for researching the nezumi project, there are also a lot of various strengthened nezumi here, although the individual strength is difficult to resist the Translancian invaders, but it is still very good to delay time.

"They're stalling for time, and they can't go on like this! I suspect these cultists are holding back their big moves, Mrs. Water, start Plan B! ”

Brother Meow activated the power of the Red of War, and had developed an army of strangely shaped bloodthirsty plants for himself in the continuous slashing of the nezumi, he commanded the bloodwood treemen to charge forward, and took the time to use his adventurous assistant to call out to the water lady who was fighting in another area:

"Send our warriors, fight to the deepest, whatever those guys are doing, stop them!"

"Roger."

The Water Lady answered and quickly contacted the Demon Eight Masters and Locke Dwarves who were currently waiting for orders outside the base, as well as the most elite eighteen knights from the Riptide Knights.

The reason why these centaurs are called Plan B is because they can use unconventional methods to get around the upper echelons of the base.

"Hurry, hurry! The shamans of the earth are ready to cast spells! ”

Receiving the order, Locke Hammer turned his head and shouted to the group of dwarven players behind him:

"Prepare to do the trick and send us to the rear of the enemy."

"It's not soil, it's steel, hell, our earth-walking skills can't penetrate steel, so I can only send us to the area as close to the ground as possible, the ground here is torn apart, and there are some holes for us to pass through!"

The shield dwarf shaman with the ID "Locke Stormhammer" stuck his newly made totem on the ground and said to the others:

"We may encounter danger when we go in, so we need to be prepared."

"Stop talking nonsense."

Locke Hammer shouted with two hammers:

"To others it's just a random quest, but for us shield dwarven players, it's a race story! Lord Heather was forced to break the seal by this group of bastards, and now she is still floating in the astral plane, I guess she has given up thinking.

The Mother Goddess of Gaia longs for revenge, and we are the fist of vengeance of the earth.

It doesn't matter if you die or not!

The important thing is to be sure to give this evil breath to Mother Earth God! ”

"Hammer is right, get to work, Stormhammer!"

Locke Stonehammer urged with his battle axe on his back, so Locke Stormhammer stopped talking and stepped up his spell casting, and there were also part-time shamans next to him, the Earth Demon Dikui, the Fire Demon Holy Lord, the Wind Demon Howling Wind, and the Water Demon Bazaar were helping.

These guys happen to have the same climate, water and fire, and they can be called the chosen sons of the shamanic profession.

This is also the main reason why they are assigned to Plan B, and the number of shamans in the current player is scarce, and these few people can be of great use.

Shamanic spells do not require psionic energy and use the more ancient and orthodox elemental powers, making the elemental spells cast by the player difficult to detect, and they naturally become the main force of backstabbing in this raid scenario.

"But why are your last names so strange!"

Miss Becky, who led the eighteen knights of the Riptide Knights to join in the fun, was still struggling with the strange surnames of this group of shield dwarves, and she hugged her battle helmet and said suspiciously:

"Shouldn't you be surnamed XX Hammer? Why do you have the last name Locke, and you don't name the dwarves I know. ”

"We all have a 'hammer' in our name, doesn't that fit with the naming conventions of the dwarves?"

The "patriarch" of the Locke Dwarven family, Locke Brute, asked with squinted eyes, and stopped Miss Becky at once, who scratched her head and said:

"Yes, but I still don't think something is right"

"Oh, little Becky don't think about it, it's going to burn out your brain."

The helpless Liwen Knight touched Becky's head with a loving face, and she said:

"Well, don't think about it, I don't want to see you lose sleep tonight because of this strange problem, if you have insomnia, I'm going to be uncomfortable, all you need to do is lift your sword and go into battle happily.

Call me when you need to use your brain, and I'll always be there for you. ”

"Earthwalker is ready! Everyone is coming to us! ”

Locke Stormhammer shouted as he held up his large, glittering map.

All the members of the Plan B team immediately gathered together, and the Coffin Bearer players of the Eight Masters set easily summoned their elite undead minions, as the old players, their corpse witches and knights of Hades as minions, and the arrogant ones don't want to.

A few seconds later, with a flash of earthy yellow light, the Project B team disappeared to the ground, and quickly ran towards the depths of the base by means of a mantra.

Meanwhile, in a laboratory on the third basement level of the R-9 base, muttering explorers are standing in a laboratory filled with jars, shutting down the biopreservation program and pushing their "creations" into the awakening program.

Beside him, the elder Flynn, who held the staff, was constantly instructed to press the complex buttons and lever switches as an assistant.

The white-bearded old man was still a little unsettled, his heart was beating fast, and he always felt that something terrible was going to happen today.

"I say, Kanter, you sent a researcher out there as a messenger, and I've been wondering, what did you send out?"

Old Flynn forced himself to take his attention away from the foreboding and asked in a low voice.

The explorer, who was busy unsealing his "dangerous creation", said without looking back:

"It was the order of the Scholar, and he asked us to send the energy essence produced by that thing on the fourth basement floor to our collaborators outside."

"Four basements?"

Old Flynn was taken aback, and he said:

"Isn't that place strictly off-limits?"

"What's it for, Flynn!"

The Explorer scoffed and said:

"On the surface, it is strictly ordered, but who in the base does not know what is there? Didn't you just go in and see it the first few days you came? We are all psionics, and the exploration of the unknown is the driving force behind our progress, and no psyker can endure that stupid ban.

I don't know what the scholar asked us to give away that thing for.

To be honest, I don't care either!

I just want to know how impressive my creation can be in real combat! This is a war creature that I bred specifically for the physiology of vampires!

Based on the mutilated genes of the third-generation gnolls, and with the addition of werewolf samples from the Ancient Biobank, I have further strengthened their feral rage, incorporating the blood of the Nightkin of the Thorn Clan and the Wild blood of the Wolf Venom Clan.

I gave them almost all the most perfect strength traits I could find.

Do you know? Flynn, I'm tired of studying the nezumi for a long time, those low-level creatures can't be otherworldly no matter how strong they are, and this thing is the 'graduation project' I am trying to present to the scholars, although it is not yet perfect, but we still have time to slowly revise it.

I hate vampires!

I hated them when I was a psychic, and I believed that my creation would one day slaughter all the vampires. ”

"But their obedience procedures aren't yet written, Kanter!"

Old Flynn solemnly reminded:

"You'd better not let them fight alone for a long time, you've given them too much wisdom, which is strictly forbidden in the 'Creator's Code' compiled by the scholars."

"I know, I know, just kill the intruders and I'll recycle them."

The explorer was impatient with his old friend's admonitions.

He stared at the advancing progress bar on the stereoscopic projection in front of him, full of anticipation of the majesty of his creation, but he didn't notice that there was a noise and noise approaching outside the lab.

By the time the two researchers realized that chaos was approaching, the Project B team had already rushed all the way into the corridor, and the "Locke Family", composed of a dozen shield dwarves, was unmatched.

As they say, they represent the wrath of Gaia, the Mother Earth goddess, who angrily hacked all the researchers they encountered along the way, and were resurrected as undead by the sorcerers who followed them.

"There's someone here!"

The most perceptive shield dwarven assassin, Locke Bloodhammer, shouted, picked up a flying hammer and smashed it, slamming the locked door open, and then a group of dwarves rushed in with a howl, just in time to see the explorer strike a very coercive posture, waving the dark spirit staff in his hand and pointing forward.

"Wolves, devour them!"

"Whew!"

The creepy howl of the wolf resounded in the laboratory, and as Locke Hammer clenched his hands on the battle axe, black figures swooped out like lightning, killing them.

"Let's go!"

Old Flynn saw the opportunity and dragged the old man who was still posing out of the laboratory, only to run into Miss Pinkie and her best friend Liwen Knight as soon as he rushed out of the two corridors.

Liwen, who reacted the fastest in the four eyes, waved her hand and threw out the winding wind, and swept the explorer in the whirlwind that turned into a dragon's roar, and the energetic Pinkie dragged the heavy sword and pounced, and a powerful and heavy slash won the true legend of her grandfather, so as to cut the explorer's "new clothes" in two.

This kind of exciting battle scene was not suitable for the former scout master Flynn Sr., who rushed into the elevator with oil on the soles of his feet, and closed the elevator door after the Liwen knight arrived, and rose towards the second floor, making up his mind to leave the place quickly.

The Translancians are flanking in front and rear, and this base is actually locked and raided by them silently, and it seems that this place can no longer be stayed.

As a Scout Master with poor combat effectiveness, Flynn Sr. knew that the essence of their profession was "Gou" when he was still in the Tower of the Ring, and fighting the enemy head-on or anything was never the choice of the Scout Psionist.

But if he wants to leave here, he must first return to his laboratory and bring the results of his research during this time.

That is not only the capital of his life in the organization of Dusk, but also the transformation of valuable achievements that he made up his mind to abandon the first half of his life that he had only done nothing.

Flynn Sr. was figuring out where to leave, and he had heard from Kanter that there was an "Ancient Teleporter" in an abandoned area on the fourth floor of the base that could be used for random teleportation, and that it was said to have been there when Dusk found it, and that it would randomly teleport the user to a location in the Dark Mountains.

Although the risk is very high, the base is almost impossible to keep at the moment, and I can't ask for more.

Well, it's decided!

Take the results of your experiments and run through that teleporter, and if you can, take old Kante with you to run, and he and he are good brothers who have played together for decades in the Tower of the Ring.

The old Kante joined Dusk by chance, and after trying his best to finally get into the position of a small high-rise, he did not forget to pull himself in to enjoy the happiness together, and the series of processes from his fake death to joining Dusk from the Tower of the Ring were all arranged by Kante.

This is enough to prove the friendship between the two.

That's how he planned it.

But three seconds after the elevator reached the second floor, and Old Flynn burst out of the elevator, all plans were in vain, because before him, Mr. Heru, a trembling Cadman People's Army reconnaissance captain, was pointing a loaded pistol at him, and in his other hand was a hot molten sword that shimmered orange-red.

Behind Heru were two hacked corpses of researchers.

The worst thing is that Heru has canine teeth hidden under his lips, and his eyes are already red.

"Bastard old man, what did you do!"

"Stinky boy, what have you done to yourself!"

The two roared at the same time the moment they met unexpectedly, Flynn's anger was that Heru had turned himself into a vampire, and Heru's anger was that his mentor had actually joined a world-destroying cult.

Things are not people.

"Listen, Heru, I can explain!"

Old Flynn decisively threw away the staff in his hand, he raised his hands, and said to his only disciple who had once regarded him as a parent:

"I can explain my fake death, Kanter's invitation, my research here, you're a newly transformed vampire, right? You've just satisfied your thirst for blood, and vampires in this state are dangerous, and you may not be able to resist your inner thirst for blood and do terrible things.

Lay down your arms, okay?

We can talk about that. ”

"Of course we can talk, but only after you're in the sewers cage of the Crimson Keep!"

Heru said coldly:

"Don't be afraid, I'm not a vampire who was first embraced, Mentor, I took Source Blood to make sure you're not here, you don't have to worry about me losing my freedom.

But listen now!

You must surrender to me, only then can I take you back to trial instead of having you hacked to death as a monster like the rest of the cultists. ”

"Huh?"

Old Flynn's expression changed a little, and he said:

"You came here to save my life? You already knew I was here? ”

"Sooner than you expected."

Heru took a few steps forward and said:

"Don't resist, cultist Flynn Narke, Transcia welcomes all who are willing to mend their ways, our lord is a generous chief."

"Ah, it looks like you've grown a lot, okay, I'll go back with you."

Old Flynn smiled with satisfaction, and obediently stretched out his hands to let his apprentice put the rune shackles on his wrists, and said:

"But do you remember what I taught you the first rules of Scouts?"

Psionic Scout's First Rule: Never get too close to an enemy!

"Huh?"

Heru immediately raised his gun, but a green shadow jumped out of Old Flynn's cuff and landed on Heru's wrist.

The green scorpion, the size of a thumbnail, thrust its tail under Heru's skin with a pop, and his left hand, which was holding the pistol, was lifted into the air by old Flynn.

With a bang, Heru lost self-control in a dizziness and fell to the ground.

In the midst of the spinning, the last image he saw was his mentor picking up the hot melt sword and crouching down to pat him in the face.

"Don't be afraid. I have something for you."

(End of chapter)