Chapter 820 Stop it, mentor! The fourth natural disaster is everywhere outside!

The player army's attack on the cultist base went wrong from the start.

In their original plan, there was a high probability that they would face evil psychic powers, cursed monsters, and evil rituals that could destroy the world when they entered this base, so the players were fully prepared for these aspects.

Just prepare two sets of rune stones that can protect against curses and spiritual attacks.

But after they really came in, except for the group of Wamu Brotherhood who had already raised their heads and kept making strange roars such as "croak", "je", "croak", etc., everyone was attracted by the continuous emergence of

The strange thing startled me.

Well, the expected "shocking power" is indeed there, but the form of expression is somewhat strange.

For example, the rune stones they prepared to defend against spiritual attacks would definitely not be able to deal with the fully automatic guard turrets that kept pouring out of the corridors of the base, and the scrolls that could counter curses would not be able to deal with the self-destructing drones flying around.

Too weak to do anything.

Especially players who face the released biological weapons directly, they are very tired by these strange things.

Frankenstein and the Tentacle Monster

That's enough!

Ten minutes after the attack started, all the players were complaining that they were not attacking a magical medieval cultist fortress at all, but had stepped into a 22nd century military fortress.

This damn place even has unscientific things like electromagnetic guns. The electronic snails in the student party were blasted to pieces by this thing a few seconds ago.

It seems that even a silver-level person who has been tempered for thousands of years is unable to cope with the physical body being hit by a metal projectile that accelerates to Mach 10.

But after all, this is a research base and not really a military base used to research world-destroying weapons at dusk. The defensive firepower that has been barely repaired by the autonomous robots inside the base is always limited. Under the fierce advancement of players with their own unique tricks, especially

After the two golden men joined the battle, the base defense system quickly came to a standstill.

The gathered cultists now had to go into battle in person and fight to the death with the Transian barbarians.

However, players will not be able to attack the bottom of the base for a while, because there are a lot of servants and apprentices here, and as a base for researching the rat-man project, there are also a lot of various strengthened rat-men here. Although the individual strength is difficult to

It's good for fending off Transian invaders, but it's still very good for buying time.

"They are stalling for time. This cannot continue! I suspect these cultists are holding back their ultimate move. Madam Shui, start Plan B quickly!"

Brother Meow Meow now activated the power of War Red, and while constantly killing ratmen, he developed a strange army of bloodthirsty plants for himself. He commanded the blood tree men to charge forward, and took the time to use adventure

The assistant shouted to Mrs. Water who was fighting in another area:

"Send our soldiers into the deepest level. No matter what those guys are doing, stop them!"

"receive."

Madam Shui responded and quickly contacted the Eight Demonic Heroes and Locke Dwarves who were currently waiting for orders outside the base, as well as the eighteen most elite knights gathered by the Riptide Knights.

The reason why these people are called Plan B is because they can use unconventional methods to bypass the upper levels of the base.

"Quick, quick, quick! The earth shamans are ready to cast spells!"

After receiving the order, Locke Wildhammer turned to a group of dwarf players behind him and shouted:

"Prepare to perform your magic and send us behind the enemy's rear."

"This underground is not soil, it's steel. Damn it, our Earth Technique can't penetrate the steel. I can only send us to an area as close to the underground as possible. The earth here is torn apart, and there are some

There is a hole for us to go through!”

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

"We may encounter danger after entering, so everyone must be prepared."

"Stop talking nonsense."

Locke Earthhammer held two great hammers and shouted:

"For others, this is just a random mission, but for us shield dwarf players, this is the main line of the race! Lord Heather was harmed by these bastards and had to break the seal, and he is still floating in the star realm.

, I guess she gave up thinking.

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

It doesn't matter whether you die or not!

The important thing is that we must vent this evil breath on Mother Earth!"

"Earth Hammer is right, get to work quickly, Storm Hammer!"

Locke Stonehammer urged with his battle ax on his back, so Locke Stormhammer stopped talking and stepped up his spell casting. Next to him were the Earth Demon Dikui, the Fire Demon Holy Lord, the Wind Demon Xiaofeng and the shaman.

Water Devil Bazaar is helping.

These guys just have the same temperament, earth, water, and fire. They can be called the chosen ones of the shaman profession.

This is also the main reason why they were assigned to Plan B. Currently, there are only a few shaman players among the players, and these are the only ones who can be of great use.

Shaman spells do not require psychic powers but use older and more orthodox elemental powers, making the elemental spells released by players difficult to detect. They naturally become the main force in backstabbing in this kind of raid scenario.

"But why is your last name so weird!"

Miss Pinkie, who led the eighteen knights of the Torrent Knights to join in the fun, was still struggling with the strange surnames of these shield dwarves. She held her helmet and said doubtfully:

"Shouldn't your last name be XX Hammer? Why should you be named Locke? Besides, your naming method is different from the dwarves I know."

"Our names all have the word 'Hammer'. Doesn't this conform to the naming convention of the dwarves?"

Locke Wildhammer, the "patriarch" of the Locke dwarf family, asked with side eyes, which immediately stopped Miss Pinkie Pie, who scratched her head and said:

"Indeed, but I still feel something is not quite right."

"Oh, little Pinkie, stop thinking, it will burn out your brain."

With a look of helplessness, Knight Liwen touched Pinkie's head lovingly and said:

"Hey, don't think about it. I don't want to see you lose sleep tonight because of this weird problem. If you lose sleep, I will feel uncomfortable. All you need to do is to lift your sword and be happy.

Just go into battle and kill.

Call me when you need to use your brain, and I will always be by your side."

"The earth magic is ready! Everyone is approaching us!"

Locke Stormhammer raised his flashing earth totem high and shouted.

All members of the Plan B team immediately gathered together. The coffin-carrying players from the Eight Elites summoned their elite undead servants. As veteran players, they had corpse witches and underworld knights as their servants. They were so arrogant.

Not necessary.

A few seconds later, with a flash of earth-yellow light, the Plan B team disappeared from the ground and quickly ran deep into the base using ground magic.

At the same time, in a laboratory on the third underground floor of the R-9 base, the muttering explorer was standing in a laboratory filled with jars, turning off the biological preservation program and closing himself.

The "creation" is pushed into the awakening program.

Beside him, Old Flynn, holding a staff, acted as an assistant and was constantly instructed to press those complicated buttons and lever switches.

This old man with a white beard is still a little out of his mind. His heart is beating very fast, and he always feels like something terrible is going to happen today.

"I said, Kanter, you sent a researcher as a messenger to the outside. I have been curious, what did you send?"

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

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

"That's the order from Master Scholar. He asked us to send the energy essence produced by the thing on the fourth underground floor to our collaborators outside."

"Four underground floors?"

Old Flynn was startled and said:

"Isn't that place strictly forbidden to enter?"

"What are you pretending to be, Flynn!"

The explorer sneered and said:

"Obviously, there is a strict order to enter, but who in the base doesn't know what's there? Didn't you go in and take a look in the first few days here? We are all psionicists, and the exploration of the unknown is the driving force for our progress. No

Psionics can tolerate stupid bans.

I don't know why the scholar asked us to send that thing away.

To be honest, I don't care either!

Now I just want to know how brilliantly my creation will perform in actual combat! This is a war creature that I specially cultivated based on the physiological characteristics of vampires!

Using the incomplete genes of the third generation of gnolls as a blueprint, and adding werewolf samples recorded in the ancient biological library, I further strengthened their wild rage, combining the nightwalker blood of the Thorn clan and the wild blood of the Wolfsbane clan.

Also integrated into it.

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

Do you know? Flynn, I have long been bored with the research on ratmen. No matter how hard those low-level creatures are strengthened, they cannot be extraordinary, and this thing in front of me is the 'graduation project' that I want to present to the scholar.

, although it has not yet reached perfection, we still have time to slowly correct it.

I hate vampires!

When I was a psionicist, I hated them, and I believed that my creations would one day kill all vampires."
To be continued...