I am very sad about your friend's affairs, sorry... It's a pity that I only inherited some of the permissions, otherwise I will be able to help you find her.
On the old radio, the low and hoarse voice was still as usual, but the intermittent gasps seemed to add new injuries.
More than that.
In the noisy current sound, there seemed to be a few more metal bumps than before.
According to Yongshi, many things happened when the management authority of the Shelter No. 79 was handed over. In addition, the shelter has been in disrepair for many years and the security systems of many rooms have malfunctioned.
In short, illegal breaking into unauthorized areas may trigger the alarm system, causing the door to automatically lock.
I have been lost for so long and there is no news yet. I am probably the one who is in danger.
If it weren't for reading the post by Sis on the forum, everyone might have believed his nonsense.
Let's put the matter of our friends aside... Are you really okay?He whispered in a low voice holding the sesame paste on the radio.
I'm fine... A few little mice entered the office, and I've solved it.
The reluctant voice was somewhat insincere.
After coughing twice, he suddenly realized something and then spoke.
...Wait a moment, let’s put your friends aside?Did you listen to what I said just now?She may have encountered an unexpected situation...
I heard that, my tail, which had not spoken, had a painful expression on my face, and tears were actually squeezed out in my eyes. We will miss Sis!
Me too!Ruo Rou raised his hand, but his face was serious.
It was not like mourning, but rather like swearing.
The sesame paste showed a headache-inducing expression and nodded in a state of laughter and cry.
I will miss Miss Sce, too.
It’s really uncomfortable to not be online for three days, but to be sad... there is no question about Ah at all.
If her good friend AFK had sex, she would certainly feel a little lonely and sad.
However, every day after going online, you can see Sce serializing the experimental log of Shelter No. 79 that was pulled out of the game on the forum. At this moment, she not only couldn't feel any sadness, but she had to hold back and laugh out loud.
……
There was a quiet noise flowing in the radio, and she could probably feel the quiet confusion and speechlessness.
She suddenly felt a little sorry for this.
It's like a script killing DM in a store.
Although they are already very careful in playing their roles, it is obviously impossible to count on players like them...
In this quiet silence, the three of them walked to the end of the tunnel, where the entrance to the dungeon was.
The continuous gunfire was far away, and the Death Corps had pushed the progress of the strategy to the end.
The building blocking the research area in front of the study area has completely become a nest of the Claw of Death. The scales and excrement that have fallen from the molt can be seen everywhere here and have completely become the shape of the Claw of Death.
Before players visited, the ecological environment of the underground city No. 79 has been in a dynamic balance.
As a top of the food chain, no creature has ever been able to invade the nest of the Claw of Death.
At this moment, this balance was torn to pieces.
The power player wore a KV-1 with a steel plate welded in the front row, holding a chain saw in his hand to prevent the death claw from detouring from the side.
The player holding the assault rifle followed closely, and the fierce firepower suppressed the death claws tightly.
The orange trajectory opened airtight nets between the narrow corridors, and only roars and howls could pass through that net.
The players in the back row set up a 20mm light cavalry rifle, and the right opportunity was to shoot an armor-piercing incendiary ejection.
With the tacit cooperation of the players, the hunter and prey's position was completely reversed.
Brothers, work harder!
Got it!
Awesome!
So what, can we change a more interesting slogan?
?What slogans can taste more than these two?
???Two?
Blood was flying in the corridor, and the air was mixed with the smell of burnt paste and pungent gunpowder.
The exhausted man took the injured man off the front line, and soon another wave of eager little players rushed up.
In the corridor less than 20 meters away from the front line, a group of players who had just come down from the front line were sitting on the ground.
Looking at the two scars on the chest where bones could be seen, the construction site boy and brick tied themselves up as they cursed.
Damn... I almost disappeared.
The drum washing machine sitting next to him wiped his sweat and complained.
How many dead claws are there?
Who knows... The construction site boy muttered to the brick, but fortunately the space here is narrow and the large monsters cannot be used. If you have to wear a model like a different game, it is simply impossible to beat!And I think those savages are more difficult to deal with than Dead Claws!
It's completely different from encountering in the wilderness.
Here, the dead claws in adulthood have completely become flesh on the chopping board, and the dead claws in childhood are more dangerous.
With his countless hunting experience, it may be more difficult to deal with the multi-legged beast here.
The mollusk covered with tentacles is extremely vital. Even if you take a round of rifle with your face, you can still jump forward and continue to climb forward.
For hexagonal warriors like Death Claw, the terrain that is really suitable for jungle and city.
Especially in cities.
The death claws in adulthood can hunt evolutions, the terrifying existence of the team destroying the Awakening Squad...
Sitting on the ground, gasping for breath, his debt-eyed eyes suddenly spoke.
I suddenly realized...it's quite suitable for fish ponds.
The boy on the construction site and the bricks were stunned.
Fish pond?What does it mean?
It means fishing!
Seeing that his good brother was still confused, he continued to say with a breath of breath when he was in debt.
Isn’t there any spiritual interferometer in the resurrection site?That thing can be used to domesticate alien species.We had a dead claw outside before, either they couldn't win, or they even let the opponent run away after winning. This problem does not exist here. There is a corridor at both ends, and there is no place to run at all...hehe.
Hearing these words, the players sitting beside them were stunned.
Damn it?!Are you trying to catch Pokémon?
Awesome... Is the intelligence department going to rise again?
Alas, I don’t act like a human being, I sighed on the edge of the stroke. The entire sequence is strengthening, but the perception system has not been moved... Is this very reasonable?!
The drum hair washing machine couldn't help but say.
Agree, since the switchblade came out, the intelligence system has been outrageous. No matter whether others use guns or knives, they have to rush up and fight. This pussy never goes to the front line, and the output is sloppy at the back, and the DPS is not low.
Slash it.
Seeing everyone shouting and slashing, the debt-in-law couldn't help rolling his eyes.
Are you guys so embarrassed to say it?Which sequence is the best in the entire Alpha version?Just a few more versions... What's wrong with making me feel good?
Can't you hope to be happy with your brother?
The construction site boy and brick looked at the ceiling, muttering: "Sharpen a knife, please, plan the domineering."
Debt Big Eye: %!
Although it was just a joke and casual mention, it seems quite interesting to regard this place as a death claw breeding base.
The way of playing pet flow has existed for a long time, but it has never become mainstream.
One of the main reasons is that raising a pet is too expensive, and the dead pet cannot be resurrected.
It is better to raise a power animal than to raise a claw of death. The latter is at least cheap and you won’t feel sorry for death. Anyway, you will be lively again after three days.
But if there is a fish pond that can stably produce SSSR, then the situation is completely different.
The death claw with independent combat awareness is much better than a drone that requires real-time control.
Just as these wounded men who retreated from the front line were making bad ideas, everyone from the White Bear Knights came over the empty corridor.
The tail riding on the fleshy shoulders waved his hand and greeted him from a distance.
Oh, brothers, how is the progress of the strategy?
The edge stroked and raised his head to respond.
There is still a last little left, I guess it won’t take it tonight, and it should be done before noon.
Not bad.Tail nodded with satisfaction, come on, boys!When we get the serum, let’s feed the meat first!
Eh?!Wait a minute, why am I drinking?
Tail eyes said with shiny eyes.
Don’t Ruo Rou wants to become a human?Don't worry, you are so beautiful when you were a bear. When you become a human, you will definitely be a big beauty!
Maybe it's still white hair!?
A player suddenly inserted his mouth and the drum washing machine that was drinking water spurted out with a puff.
Damn, when you said that... I suddenly felt that the ruta was actually quite handsome.
Yes?Tail said proudly, our house is so beautiful, I have a photo of her.
The animals were instantly excited when they heard this.
What the hell.
Reality?True or fake?
Good brothers, let me share it!
Wait, is this the point?Also, the serum is not sure what function is Ah!And shouldn't the serum be injected... Ruoru said laughing and crying.
Tail pondered for a while and suddenly sighed.
hateful!Sisi is gone... Rouru's complaints are not at the same level at all.
Rou Rou: Are you M?
He smiled weakly in his arms holding the radio.
Ha...haha...I feel like I can't keep up with the pace of young people.
Since the players communicated in Mandarin throughout the whole process, Yongshi on the other end of the radio did not understand what they were saying at all, but he felt that these people were overly optimistic.
This is a dead claw nest.
At least be serious!
but……
The combat effectiveness of these people made him unable to find fault. The mercenaries and indigenous people who were fooled by him before did not even break through the nest of the mutant spider at the door, let alone pushing it all the way here.
At this moment, a shrill howl suddenly came from the direction of the stairs.
Everyone stopped talking and looked towards the stairs.
At this time, a hoarse voice suddenly came from the radio that had been silent.
Mother of Dead Claws...
There seemed to be a hint of fear in the voice.
After barely understanding this sentence, Sesame Paste asked immediately.
What is that?
...Dead claws are matriarchal society, and female death claws are often much larger than males and have a longer lifespan.There are several rooms downstairs that are used as hatching nests by the Mother of Dead Claws, but don't worry... If those big guys don't come out, the widest corridor here can't accommodate them.
So how did they get in?Tail asked curiously.
Of course, I climbed in before I was that big... A cough came from the radio, "Don't worry about those things, you don't need to go downstairs. Passing through the corridor in front is the door of the research area.The door there is open, you can go in directly, I will tell you how to get the serum!
Everyone looked at each other.
Everyone standing here has been spoiled and already knows that this guy is lying.
Don't let them go downstairs...
Is it because there is something?
...It is not so much that there is something there, could it be because it is out of his control?Sesame Moe suddenly spoke, I felt that what he said before was not like saying panic, but more like hiding part of the truth...
Ruo Rou was stunned for a moment and said: You mean... his authority is not complete?
Put your index finger on your chin and the sesame paste lightly nodded your head.
Well, either the permissions are incomplete, or some areas occupied by the alien species are indeed damaged due to disrepair.Otherwise he could have cut that part off, right?Most of the doors we passed along the way... are closed, right?
Including the corridor where Ss disappeared.
When they went there again, all the doors that were originally opened were closed.
The biggest difference there and other areas is that it is not occupied by alien species.
Sesame paste suddenly thought of a possibility.
Could it be that the Yong family, as the manager, lost control of that area, which caused that area to be occupied by alien species?
In this way, it may be the only place in the entire refuge that can escape from his unfulfilled control...
hiss……
While saying this, Tail glanced at the edge of the man and gave a thumbs up.
Please give me downstairs!
The edge paddling was understood, and carried the rifle on his shoulders, and said with a hearty smile.
OK。
...What are you talking about?A hoarse voice came from the radio, and he felt something was wrong vaguely, but he couldn't say what was wrong.
Those people always communicate in languages that he doesn't understand, which makes him confused.
What kind of dialect is this?
It was the first time he heard it after all these years.
Tail: We are discussing the plan of the battle!
Plan...Okay, it's right to have a plan in your work, but the most dangerous area has been cleared by you, so there shouldn't be any danger in the future. Go quickly... Get the serum and leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible.
The sound on the radio was filled with a slight urge.
The treasure I dream of is right in front of me.
He can't wait...
……
The Knights of the White Bear walked through the empty corridor and headed to the study area.
Players of the Death Corps scattered near the main entrance of the study area to prevent alien species from rushing over from other areas.
I accidentally approached the stairs, and the edge paddled toward the dark corridor, spreading the perceptual tentacles, allowing consciousness to blend into the darkness, and perceiving the indefinite fluctuations from the faint airflow.
...The sound of heartbeat.
He muttered softly, and he had determined the target position, loaded the contained rifle and walked downstairs.
Downstairs is a dark hall with load-bearing columns standing up without a trace of lighting.
The moment he stepped on the last step, he immediately felt that the sight that had been stuck to the back of his head disappeared.
However, when the edge paddled along the perceived clue, the feeling of being targeted suddenly came back.
Stop.
Sensing a powerful existence approaching, he paddled the assault rifle in his hand tightly, and his eyes carefully searched every inch of dark corner.
And at this moment, his gaze suddenly met a pair of amber pupils.
It was a huge claw of death like a giant dragon.
The body that was more than ten meters long crawled on the ground, with its shoulders and ceiling tightly attached. The most eye-catching feature is the two outrageously large horns above the head... In the valley province, the ordinary claws of death do not have this feature.
The air solidified for half a minute.
Wrapped with a hot and smelly breath, a low and hoarse voice floated out from the mouth of a cow.
It’s strange that you can even see living people here... How did you come here?That guy let you in?
Hearing the claw of death spitting words, the confusion on his face turned into surprise instantly.
Damn, trash?!
‘Trump Lord’?
The amber pupils stared at him intently.
It obviously didn't understand what he was saying, but it read the expression on his face.
…Have you seen other talking claws of death?
The edge stroked quickly nodded.
Although I don’t know why this guy can speak human language, he seems to be the hidden plot that triggers the level?
Taking a deep breath, he tried to say in a non-standard couplet.
...We also have one refuge.
The death claw seemed to know a lot about the matter of the shelter and spoke slowly.
Which refuge are you from?
No. 404.
404……
The amber pupils shrank slightly, and the death claw pondered for a while.
The edge paddled and felt its eyes seem a little confused. Seeing that it had not spoken for a long time, he asked immediately.
Are you the Yong family?
Yongshi...what is that?But this name sounds familiar.
Suddenly, the death claw seemed to remember something, and a trace of breath spurted out from his nostrils.
I remembered that experiment... Haha, after so many years, someone still remembers that thing.
Edge paddling: Experiment?
The death claw slowly opened and continued.
The immortal emperor... His name or code name is Yongshi.But that crazy plan has failed, and you can see what the hell is going to be outside now.
Regarding this plan, Edge Paddy has been read in the experimental log uploaded by SS to the forum, which is not unfamiliar.
However, what puzzled him was the identity of the person in front of him.
He was not the Yong family, and obviously he was not the manager, but he seemed to know all of this.
What should I call you?
After a long silence, it spoke slowly.
Name?I haven't used that thing for too long, and I have forgotten it myself... Anyway, I have become like this, Dead Claw or Mother of Dead Claws, whatever you want to call me.
It is impossible to assert that he really forgot or not wanting to mention it. The edge paddling gave up asking, took a deep breath and continued.
Then I'll change the question... Can you tell me what's going on here?
What happened... This question is good. Since you know the "Yongshi", you must know the experiment conducted at Shelter No. 79.
Seeing the man in front of him nodding, the mother of Dead Claws slowly spoke and continued.
Very good, then I don't have to start from scratch...
After the first generation of managers died, we adjusted our experimental ideas and adopted a more radical strategy to transform the periphery of the shelter into a research area, capture mutant organisms from the wasteland for genetic improvement, and then place them in the research area to simulate a harsh wasteland environment.
This is a natural test site, the camera can theoretically cover every corner of the shelter, and we can fully observe the entire process of the experiment.After completing these preparations, we began to clone the unfinished experimental subjects on a large scale and submit them to the research area to record their survival rate, survival time and other indicators, and screen out the optimal individuals for improvement, and then repeat the experiment...
In this process, it is not just cloned bodies that evolve. The mutated creatures we capture from the outside world also accelerate their evolution under natural selection...
Standing aside, staring at the edge of the VM looking at the subtitles, I couldn't help swallowing.
What kind of battle royale is this?
The Mother of Dead Claws did not stop and continued.
We got a lot of excellent samples... However, it is distressing that although they are close to perfect physical function, there is still a big gap from the 'eternity' we imagined.Moreover, more and more experimental data show that when this planet enters a new generation, humans will not perform as well under natural selection as the other alternatives... Not to mention the breeding of new civilizations, perhaps in a few thousand years, even the shadow of humans will be invisible on this planet.
We have heard that some refuges are studying subspecies of humans.It is said that the new human beings in the conceived have even greater tolerance to extreme environments than cockroaches.Although I don’t know if they have succeeded, their research ideas have indeed inspired us.If we do not stick to the form of life, our civilization can actually continue in another form... in other forms of intelligent creatures.
Later, we adjusted our experimental ideas for the second time and no longer focused on clones, but expanded the alternatives to all species in the entire study area.Soon, an excellent sample stood out...
The edge of the stroke swallowed.
...The Claw of Death?
That's right, the heavy eyelids blinked, and the Mother of Dead Claws continued, it had powerful vitality and unparalleled physical functions.Even the power armor is still slightly inferior in front of the fully developed Claw of Death... and the most important thing is that you only need to regularly inject special serum, and in theory it can truly live forever.
Although from the current perspective, this seems a bit unacceptable, it will be hard to say in a few decades.When our civilization enters a new era, when everyone embraces evolution, the ‘people’ at that time should not mind what their emperor looks like, and our mission will be completed in another form... The new era will praise our achievements.
By the third year of the program, we successfully cultivated almost perfect samples that can serve as a new container for our consciousness. Through nerve transplantation, we successfully transplanted the consciousness of some of the residents into the eternal body.
Unfortunately, there was a slight deviation in our experiment.Those samples are so smart that they are difficult to distinguish.Although we have accepted them, they are not very happy to accept us.
Because of one mistake, some of the experimental subjects broke through the regional restrictions, and some even escaped outside, including mutated creatures, and those clones who have been marginalized... You should have seen those things on the wasteland.
The source of the alien species is here?!
This is an amazing discovery.
The edge paddling immediately asked.
The death claws outside... all ran out from here?
Mother of Dead Claws continued.
Most of them are actually not just the claws of death. Most of the early alien species in the wasteland had weak physical functions. After the improved experimental subjects escaped from here, they will not take long to replace those naturally mutated alien species... including those by-products of the experiment, including the clones we first cultivated.
Clones?The edge paddling was slightly stunned. Are you talking about... the savages in this refuge?
Mother of Dead Claws said in a calm tone.
That's right, they brought out the genes here, including the tribal culture formed in the experiment.For more than a century, you may not be able to see the 'savages' with pure bloodline, but you should be able to find some individuals who are different from ordinary people from some primitive tribes, especially the leaders of those tribes.
They often have physiques that are different from ordinary people, and even show alienation to some extent... Do you think that is the ability given to them by nature?
The mother of Dead Claws grinned her teeth, and the cracked curve of the corners of her mouth seemed to be mocking herself.
However, they can become leaders and continue their powerful genes in the cruel jungle... This is also the result of natural selection.
The edge stroked and held its breath.
He suddenly thought of several BSSs he encountered in the previous version.
Including the bears of the Blood Hand clan.
There is also the Golden Teeth of the Chewing Bone Tribe.
Their bloodline and the culture flowing in the blood are the source of everything.
I thought it was awakening...
The Mother of Dead Claws let out a dull laugh.
Awakening?Haha, that's what you call that phenomenon?
He glanced at him on the edge and said suddenly.
Are you a researcher here?
Researchers...just so, I did participate in the experiment.
After being silent for a long time, the Mother of Dead Claws shook the long horns above her head and suddenly said in a half-joking tone.
I don’t pretend anymore. In fact, after saying so much, you probably guessed it… I am the manager here.
Of course... some people also call me the Great Horned Deer God.
On the old radio, the low and hoarse voice was still as usual, but the intermittent gasps seemed to add new injuries.
More than that.
In the noisy current sound, there seemed to be a few more metal bumps than before.
According to Yongshi, many things happened when the management authority of the Shelter No. 79 was handed over. In addition, the shelter has been in disrepair for many years and the security systems of many rooms have malfunctioned.
In short, illegal breaking into unauthorized areas may trigger the alarm system, causing the door to automatically lock.
I have been lost for so long and there is no news yet. I am probably the one who is in danger.
If it weren't for reading the post by Sis on the forum, everyone might have believed his nonsense.
Let's put the matter of our friends aside... Are you really okay?He whispered in a low voice holding the sesame paste on the radio.
I'm fine... A few little mice entered the office, and I've solved it.
The reluctant voice was somewhat insincere.
After coughing twice, he suddenly realized something and then spoke.
...Wait a moment, let’s put your friends aside?Did you listen to what I said just now?She may have encountered an unexpected situation...
I heard that, my tail, which had not spoken, had a painful expression on my face, and tears were actually squeezed out in my eyes. We will miss Sis!
Me too!Ruo Rou raised his hand, but his face was serious.
It was not like mourning, but rather like swearing.
The sesame paste showed a headache-inducing expression and nodded in a state of laughter and cry.
I will miss Miss Sce, too.
It’s really uncomfortable to not be online for three days, but to be sad... there is no question about Ah at all.
If her good friend AFK had sex, she would certainly feel a little lonely and sad.
However, every day after going online, you can see Sce serializing the experimental log of Shelter No. 79 that was pulled out of the game on the forum. At this moment, she not only couldn't feel any sadness, but she had to hold back and laugh out loud.
……
There was a quiet noise flowing in the radio, and she could probably feel the quiet confusion and speechlessness.
She suddenly felt a little sorry for this.
It's like a script killing DM in a store.
Although they are already very careful in playing their roles, it is obviously impossible to count on players like them...
In this quiet silence, the three of them walked to the end of the tunnel, where the entrance to the dungeon was.
The continuous gunfire was far away, and the Death Corps had pushed the progress of the strategy to the end.
The building blocking the research area in front of the study area has completely become a nest of the Claw of Death. The scales and excrement that have fallen from the molt can be seen everywhere here and have completely become the shape of the Claw of Death.
Before players visited, the ecological environment of the underground city No. 79 has been in a dynamic balance.
As a top of the food chain, no creature has ever been able to invade the nest of the Claw of Death.
At this moment, this balance was torn to pieces.
The power player wore a KV-1 with a steel plate welded in the front row, holding a chain saw in his hand to prevent the death claw from detouring from the side.
The player holding the assault rifle followed closely, and the fierce firepower suppressed the death claws tightly.
The orange trajectory opened airtight nets between the narrow corridors, and only roars and howls could pass through that net.
The players in the back row set up a 20mm light cavalry rifle, and the right opportunity was to shoot an armor-piercing incendiary ejection.
With the tacit cooperation of the players, the hunter and prey's position was completely reversed.
Brothers, work harder!
Got it!
Awesome!
So what, can we change a more interesting slogan?
?What slogans can taste more than these two?
???Two?
Blood was flying in the corridor, and the air was mixed with the smell of burnt paste and pungent gunpowder.
The exhausted man took the injured man off the front line, and soon another wave of eager little players rushed up.
In the corridor less than 20 meters away from the front line, a group of players who had just come down from the front line were sitting on the ground.
Looking at the two scars on the chest where bones could be seen, the construction site boy and brick tied themselves up as they cursed.
Damn... I almost disappeared.
The drum washing machine sitting next to him wiped his sweat and complained.
How many dead claws are there?
Who knows... The construction site boy muttered to the brick, but fortunately the space here is narrow and the large monsters cannot be used. If you have to wear a model like a different game, it is simply impossible to beat!And I think those savages are more difficult to deal with than Dead Claws!
It's completely different from encountering in the wilderness.
Here, the dead claws in adulthood have completely become flesh on the chopping board, and the dead claws in childhood are more dangerous.
With his countless hunting experience, it may be more difficult to deal with the multi-legged beast here.
The mollusk covered with tentacles is extremely vital. Even if you take a round of rifle with your face, you can still jump forward and continue to climb forward.
For hexagonal warriors like Death Claw, the terrain that is really suitable for jungle and city.
Especially in cities.
The death claws in adulthood can hunt evolutions, the terrifying existence of the team destroying the Awakening Squad...
Sitting on the ground, gasping for breath, his debt-eyed eyes suddenly spoke.
I suddenly realized...it's quite suitable for fish ponds.
The boy on the construction site and the bricks were stunned.
Fish pond?What does it mean?
It means fishing!
Seeing that his good brother was still confused, he continued to say with a breath of breath when he was in debt.
Isn’t there any spiritual interferometer in the resurrection site?That thing can be used to domesticate alien species.We had a dead claw outside before, either they couldn't win, or they even let the opponent run away after winning. This problem does not exist here. There is a corridor at both ends, and there is no place to run at all...hehe.
Hearing these words, the players sitting beside them were stunned.
Damn it?!Are you trying to catch Pokémon?
Awesome... Is the intelligence department going to rise again?
Alas, I don’t act like a human being, I sighed on the edge of the stroke. The entire sequence is strengthening, but the perception system has not been moved... Is this very reasonable?!
The drum hair washing machine couldn't help but say.
Agree, since the switchblade came out, the intelligence system has been outrageous. No matter whether others use guns or knives, they have to rush up and fight. This pussy never goes to the front line, and the output is sloppy at the back, and the DPS is not low.
Slash it.
Seeing everyone shouting and slashing, the debt-in-law couldn't help rolling his eyes.
Are you guys so embarrassed to say it?Which sequence is the best in the entire Alpha version?Just a few more versions... What's wrong with making me feel good?
Can't you hope to be happy with your brother?
The construction site boy and brick looked at the ceiling, muttering: "Sharpen a knife, please, plan the domineering."
Debt Big Eye: %!
Although it was just a joke and casual mention, it seems quite interesting to regard this place as a death claw breeding base.
The way of playing pet flow has existed for a long time, but it has never become mainstream.
One of the main reasons is that raising a pet is too expensive, and the dead pet cannot be resurrected.
It is better to raise a power animal than to raise a claw of death. The latter is at least cheap and you won’t feel sorry for death. Anyway, you will be lively again after three days.
But if there is a fish pond that can stably produce SSSR, then the situation is completely different.
The death claw with independent combat awareness is much better than a drone that requires real-time control.
Just as these wounded men who retreated from the front line were making bad ideas, everyone from the White Bear Knights came over the empty corridor.
The tail riding on the fleshy shoulders waved his hand and greeted him from a distance.
Oh, brothers, how is the progress of the strategy?
The edge stroked and raised his head to respond.
There is still a last little left, I guess it won’t take it tonight, and it should be done before noon.
Not bad.Tail nodded with satisfaction, come on, boys!When we get the serum, let’s feed the meat first!
Eh?!Wait a minute, why am I drinking?
Tail eyes said with shiny eyes.
Don’t Ruo Rou wants to become a human?Don't worry, you are so beautiful when you were a bear. When you become a human, you will definitely be a big beauty!
Maybe it's still white hair!?
A player suddenly inserted his mouth and the drum washing machine that was drinking water spurted out with a puff.
Damn, when you said that... I suddenly felt that the ruta was actually quite handsome.
Yes?Tail said proudly, our house is so beautiful, I have a photo of her.
The animals were instantly excited when they heard this.
What the hell.
Reality?True or fake?
Good brothers, let me share it!
Wait, is this the point?Also, the serum is not sure what function is Ah!And shouldn't the serum be injected... Ruoru said laughing and crying.
Tail pondered for a while and suddenly sighed.
hateful!Sisi is gone... Rouru's complaints are not at the same level at all.
Rou Rou: Are you M?
He smiled weakly in his arms holding the radio.
Ha...haha...I feel like I can't keep up with the pace of young people.
Since the players communicated in Mandarin throughout the whole process, Yongshi on the other end of the radio did not understand what they were saying at all, but he felt that these people were overly optimistic.
This is a dead claw nest.
At least be serious!
but……
The combat effectiveness of these people made him unable to find fault. The mercenaries and indigenous people who were fooled by him before did not even break through the nest of the mutant spider at the door, let alone pushing it all the way here.
At this moment, a shrill howl suddenly came from the direction of the stairs.
Everyone stopped talking and looked towards the stairs.
At this time, a hoarse voice suddenly came from the radio that had been silent.
Mother of Dead Claws...
There seemed to be a hint of fear in the voice.
After barely understanding this sentence, Sesame Paste asked immediately.
What is that?
...Dead claws are matriarchal society, and female death claws are often much larger than males and have a longer lifespan.There are several rooms downstairs that are used as hatching nests by the Mother of Dead Claws, but don't worry... If those big guys don't come out, the widest corridor here can't accommodate them.
So how did they get in?Tail asked curiously.
Of course, I climbed in before I was that big... A cough came from the radio, "Don't worry about those things, you don't need to go downstairs. Passing through the corridor in front is the door of the research area.The door there is open, you can go in directly, I will tell you how to get the serum!
Everyone looked at each other.
Everyone standing here has been spoiled and already knows that this guy is lying.
Don't let them go downstairs...
Is it because there is something?
...It is not so much that there is something there, could it be because it is out of his control?Sesame Moe suddenly spoke, I felt that what he said before was not like saying panic, but more like hiding part of the truth...
Ruo Rou was stunned for a moment and said: You mean... his authority is not complete?
Put your index finger on your chin and the sesame paste lightly nodded your head.
Well, either the permissions are incomplete, or some areas occupied by the alien species are indeed damaged due to disrepair.Otherwise he could have cut that part off, right?Most of the doors we passed along the way... are closed, right?
Including the corridor where Ss disappeared.
When they went there again, all the doors that were originally opened were closed.
The biggest difference there and other areas is that it is not occupied by alien species.
Sesame paste suddenly thought of a possibility.
Could it be that the Yong family, as the manager, lost control of that area, which caused that area to be occupied by alien species?
In this way, it may be the only place in the entire refuge that can escape from his unfulfilled control...
hiss……
While saying this, Tail glanced at the edge of the man and gave a thumbs up.
Please give me downstairs!
The edge paddling was understood, and carried the rifle on his shoulders, and said with a hearty smile.
OK。
...What are you talking about?A hoarse voice came from the radio, and he felt something was wrong vaguely, but he couldn't say what was wrong.
Those people always communicate in languages that he doesn't understand, which makes him confused.
What kind of dialect is this?
It was the first time he heard it after all these years.
Tail: We are discussing the plan of the battle!
Plan...Okay, it's right to have a plan in your work, but the most dangerous area has been cleared by you, so there shouldn't be any danger in the future. Go quickly... Get the serum and leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible.
The sound on the radio was filled with a slight urge.
The treasure I dream of is right in front of me.
He can't wait...
……
The Knights of the White Bear walked through the empty corridor and headed to the study area.
Players of the Death Corps scattered near the main entrance of the study area to prevent alien species from rushing over from other areas.
I accidentally approached the stairs, and the edge paddled toward the dark corridor, spreading the perceptual tentacles, allowing consciousness to blend into the darkness, and perceiving the indefinite fluctuations from the faint airflow.
...The sound of heartbeat.
He muttered softly, and he had determined the target position, loaded the contained rifle and walked downstairs.
Downstairs is a dark hall with load-bearing columns standing up without a trace of lighting.
The moment he stepped on the last step, he immediately felt that the sight that had been stuck to the back of his head disappeared.
However, when the edge paddled along the perceived clue, the feeling of being targeted suddenly came back.
Stop.
Sensing a powerful existence approaching, he paddled the assault rifle in his hand tightly, and his eyes carefully searched every inch of dark corner.
And at this moment, his gaze suddenly met a pair of amber pupils.
It was a huge claw of death like a giant dragon.
The body that was more than ten meters long crawled on the ground, with its shoulders and ceiling tightly attached. The most eye-catching feature is the two outrageously large horns above the head... In the valley province, the ordinary claws of death do not have this feature.
The air solidified for half a minute.
Wrapped with a hot and smelly breath, a low and hoarse voice floated out from the mouth of a cow.
It’s strange that you can even see living people here... How did you come here?That guy let you in?
Hearing the claw of death spitting words, the confusion on his face turned into surprise instantly.
Damn, trash?!
‘Trump Lord’?
The amber pupils stared at him intently.
It obviously didn't understand what he was saying, but it read the expression on his face.
…Have you seen other talking claws of death?
The edge stroked quickly nodded.
Although I don’t know why this guy can speak human language, he seems to be the hidden plot that triggers the level?
Taking a deep breath, he tried to say in a non-standard couplet.
...We also have one refuge.
The death claw seemed to know a lot about the matter of the shelter and spoke slowly.
Which refuge are you from?
No. 404.
404……
The amber pupils shrank slightly, and the death claw pondered for a while.
The edge paddled and felt its eyes seem a little confused. Seeing that it had not spoken for a long time, he asked immediately.
Are you the Yong family?
Yongshi...what is that?But this name sounds familiar.
Suddenly, the death claw seemed to remember something, and a trace of breath spurted out from his nostrils.
I remembered that experiment... Haha, after so many years, someone still remembers that thing.
Edge paddling: Experiment?
The death claw slowly opened and continued.
The immortal emperor... His name or code name is Yongshi.But that crazy plan has failed, and you can see what the hell is going to be outside now.
Regarding this plan, Edge Paddy has been read in the experimental log uploaded by SS to the forum, which is not unfamiliar.
However, what puzzled him was the identity of the person in front of him.
He was not the Yong family, and obviously he was not the manager, but he seemed to know all of this.
What should I call you?
After a long silence, it spoke slowly.
Name?I haven't used that thing for too long, and I have forgotten it myself... Anyway, I have become like this, Dead Claw or Mother of Dead Claws, whatever you want to call me.
It is impossible to assert that he really forgot or not wanting to mention it. The edge paddling gave up asking, took a deep breath and continued.
Then I'll change the question... Can you tell me what's going on here?
What happened... This question is good. Since you know the "Yongshi", you must know the experiment conducted at Shelter No. 79.
Seeing the man in front of him nodding, the mother of Dead Claws slowly spoke and continued.
Very good, then I don't have to start from scratch...
After the first generation of managers died, we adjusted our experimental ideas and adopted a more radical strategy to transform the periphery of the shelter into a research area, capture mutant organisms from the wasteland for genetic improvement, and then place them in the research area to simulate a harsh wasteland environment.
This is a natural test site, the camera can theoretically cover every corner of the shelter, and we can fully observe the entire process of the experiment.After completing these preparations, we began to clone the unfinished experimental subjects on a large scale and submit them to the research area to record their survival rate, survival time and other indicators, and screen out the optimal individuals for improvement, and then repeat the experiment...
In this process, it is not just cloned bodies that evolve. The mutated creatures we capture from the outside world also accelerate their evolution under natural selection...
Standing aside, staring at the edge of the VM looking at the subtitles, I couldn't help swallowing.
What kind of battle royale is this?
The Mother of Dead Claws did not stop and continued.
We got a lot of excellent samples... However, it is distressing that although they are close to perfect physical function, there is still a big gap from the 'eternity' we imagined.Moreover, more and more experimental data show that when this planet enters a new generation, humans will not perform as well under natural selection as the other alternatives... Not to mention the breeding of new civilizations, perhaps in a few thousand years, even the shadow of humans will be invisible on this planet.
We have heard that some refuges are studying subspecies of humans.It is said that the new human beings in the conceived have even greater tolerance to extreme environments than cockroaches.Although I don’t know if they have succeeded, their research ideas have indeed inspired us.If we do not stick to the form of life, our civilization can actually continue in another form... in other forms of intelligent creatures.
Later, we adjusted our experimental ideas for the second time and no longer focused on clones, but expanded the alternatives to all species in the entire study area.Soon, an excellent sample stood out...
The edge of the stroke swallowed.
...The Claw of Death?
That's right, the heavy eyelids blinked, and the Mother of Dead Claws continued, it had powerful vitality and unparalleled physical functions.Even the power armor is still slightly inferior in front of the fully developed Claw of Death... and the most important thing is that you only need to regularly inject special serum, and in theory it can truly live forever.
Although from the current perspective, this seems a bit unacceptable, it will be hard to say in a few decades.When our civilization enters a new era, when everyone embraces evolution, the ‘people’ at that time should not mind what their emperor looks like, and our mission will be completed in another form... The new era will praise our achievements.
By the third year of the program, we successfully cultivated almost perfect samples that can serve as a new container for our consciousness. Through nerve transplantation, we successfully transplanted the consciousness of some of the residents into the eternal body.
Unfortunately, there was a slight deviation in our experiment.Those samples are so smart that they are difficult to distinguish.Although we have accepted them, they are not very happy to accept us.
Because of one mistake, some of the experimental subjects broke through the regional restrictions, and some even escaped outside, including mutated creatures, and those clones who have been marginalized... You should have seen those things on the wasteland.
The source of the alien species is here?!
This is an amazing discovery.
The edge paddling immediately asked.
The death claws outside... all ran out from here?
Mother of Dead Claws continued.
Most of them are actually not just the claws of death. Most of the early alien species in the wasteland had weak physical functions. After the improved experimental subjects escaped from here, they will not take long to replace those naturally mutated alien species... including those by-products of the experiment, including the clones we first cultivated.
Clones?The edge paddling was slightly stunned. Are you talking about... the savages in this refuge?
Mother of Dead Claws said in a calm tone.
That's right, they brought out the genes here, including the tribal culture formed in the experiment.For more than a century, you may not be able to see the 'savages' with pure bloodline, but you should be able to find some individuals who are different from ordinary people from some primitive tribes, especially the leaders of those tribes.
They often have physiques that are different from ordinary people, and even show alienation to some extent... Do you think that is the ability given to them by nature?
The mother of Dead Claws grinned her teeth, and the cracked curve of the corners of her mouth seemed to be mocking herself.
However, they can become leaders and continue their powerful genes in the cruel jungle... This is also the result of natural selection.
The edge stroked and held its breath.
He suddenly thought of several BSSs he encountered in the previous version.
Including the bears of the Blood Hand clan.
There is also the Golden Teeth of the Chewing Bone Tribe.
Their bloodline and the culture flowing in the blood are the source of everything.
I thought it was awakening...
The Mother of Dead Claws let out a dull laugh.
Awakening?Haha, that's what you call that phenomenon?
He glanced at him on the edge and said suddenly.
Are you a researcher here?
Researchers...just so, I did participate in the experiment.
After being silent for a long time, the Mother of Dead Claws shook the long horns above her head and suddenly said in a half-joking tone.
I don’t pretend anymore. In fact, after saying so much, you probably guessed it… I am the manager here.
Of course... some people also call me the Great Horned Deer God.
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