The Academy of Sciences covers a vast area and is full of talents.

Every year, dozens or hundreds of various technological items are brewed, born, and flowed to the outside world here, thereby changing the way humans live in the wasteland.

Countless talents from all over the world came to study, and left with full harvest, returning to their own territory, making the human situation no longer as difficult as it was in previous years.

This place is praised by countless people as the cradle of the future, the heritage of mankind, and the dream of all children.

In order to protect this place, there is even an army of up to ten thousand people stationed in the nearby Pojun Town. They can arrive at any time, which shows its importance.

However.

"The Western Military Region is doing business, and the rest of the people are evacuating quickly. Three warnings, the second time!"

The emotionless voice sounded in Hou Congwen's ears again, interrupting the memory of the electric shock in his mind, and then continued to echo in the research building after the power was cut off.

Perhaps Qiu Hong did not wear the correct work uniform of the Academy of Sciences and did not identify himself.

Or maybe before he became a researcher, in the eyes of these fishmen, he was just an ant.

After the warning sounded, Hou Congwen, who was paralyzed on the ground, subconsciously jumped up. A burst of strength surged out of his body, and he rolled and rushed towards the stairs.

On the way, he passed by the laboratory door with only a gap, and he hesitated for a moment.

But in the end, feeling the threat of death that seemed to be whispering in his ear, Hou Congwen still did not dare to make any unnecessary moves and chose to follow his heart.

Knowledge is a weapon. This sentence only applies to two people with the same level of strength.

If the virtual reality is not paralyzed yet, Hou Congwen may try to use this power to pull all the murlocs into his home field, divide them, and delay time to wait for rescue.

But it is obvious that this group of murlocs, as well as the invaders, understand the researchers' only means of counterattack.

Cutting off the power cuts off everyone's only means of counterattack.

"Get out of here, what else are you looking at?"

Approaching the stairs, Hou Congwen turned his head hesitantly, as if he wanted to say something else.

But as soon as he turned around, a fishman guarding the stairs gave him a sinister laugh and hit his back with the butt of his gun without hesitation.

This time, great strength came into play.

Hou Congwen rolled down the stairs on the third floor like a wind-up toy.

He went back and forth until he hit the platform on the first floor, where he stopped with a bloody head and split wounds all over his face.

Giggle.

Seeing such a tragic situation, the fishmen on the third floor still focused on the laboratory with only a small gap.

But the murlocs who were guarding other researchers on the first-floor platform couldn't help but burst out laughing, causing the entire atmosphere in the building to become extremely strange, frightening, and shuddering.

"You...are you going to rebel?"

"The distance from Pojun Town to the Academy of Sciences is only twenty minutes at most. You guys are too arrogant."

"Hou. Hou Congwen is a researcher, and he is still a researcher on the list of gods. If he dies, you can't escape."

"Yes, Researcher Hou has just been on the list of gods. If he is gone, you will all be buried with him."

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Seeing the injuries on Hou Congwen's head getting worse and worse, a trickle of blood continued to flow from the opening on the back of his head.

The researcher present was so sad that he couldn't help but cry out for you and I came to support him.

But this time, when he heard that he was actually a member of the Conferred Gods List, a fish-man standing at the back finally changed his expression slightly, raised his head and winked at the several fish-men next to him.

Ordinary researchers and researchers on the Conferred God List are definitely two different concepts.

For the former, even if there are some accidents, as long as they are not dead, the Western Military Region can help them bear most of the pressure and bring them back to Fishman City intact.

But the latter, if he was really on the list of gods, would have suffered some flesh injuries.

Not to mention the Western Military Region, even if the Northern Military Region was included, they and their group would not be able to escape the crazy revenge of the Academy of Sciences afterwards.

"Shut up, everyone, we will treat him!"

Stepping forward, the two murlocs first found a few thorns among the researchers on the ground, and slapped three or four big dicks one after another.

Then he lifted Hou Congwen who was lying on the ground, took out a kettle from his waist, and put it to his mouth.

A magical scene happened, the blue water flowed down the spout into Hou Congwen's mouth.

In just five seconds, the injury on his head was mostly healed.

Although he has not completely returned to normal, he has finally stopped bleeding and stabilized his injuries.

"Phew, finally saved."

Seeing Hou Congwen gradually opening his eyes from a coma, many researchers breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed their tense bodies.

From the establishment of the Academy of Sciences to the present, because of the agreement that cost a lot of blood, although there have been countless turmoils in the territory, this is the first time it has happened here.

But unfortunately, that agreement seems to have lost its effectiveness now.

They saw the arrogance of the fish-men, but they could do nothing about it.

"I don't know what happened to the dean and other departments. I really hope that tragedy like that didn't happen again. Our Academy of Sciences really can't afford such a major loss anymore."

"I just said that our Academy of Sciences must be armed, and we cannot rely entirely on others to protect ourselves. If Pojun cannot respond today, we are done."

"If we hand over the power of force, we will be lambs to be slaughtered and can only be oppressed by others, alas alas."

"Fortunately, the invaders are fishmen, not outsiders. Seeing how restrained they are, I hope they can quickly find what they are interested in and get out of here. We can talk about revenge after they leave."

"Alas, people who are not from my race must have different minds. We should not have taught these fishmen back then. We handed over their weapons with our own hands. Unexpectedly, the ones they ended up targeting were ourselves."

"Congwen, they seem to have surrounded your third floor. What's going on? Is there something on the third floor that's attracting them?"

"Yes, their attention seems to be all on the third floor. What's going on?"

Hou Congwen had just been helped to sit down in the crowd, and the buzz of discussion started.

But at this moment, he was beaten with a stick and rolled down from the third floor.

Hou Congwen's head was so dizzy that he could not say anything.

Listening to everyone's discussion, he raised his eyelids with difficulty and looked up, and then he realized.

On the seventh floor, hundreds of murlocs stood, all staring at their third floor, as if waiting for something.

It was so grand that even the dean of the Architectural Institute who lived on the seventh floor could not enjoy such "treatment".

"No, it's on the third floor."

His energy and blood surged, and Hou Congwen was startled when he thought of the real owner of the list of gods, and he quickly wanted to speak.

But unfortunately, before he could finish speaking, an unprecedented explosion sounded in everyone's ears.

Boom!

The fire was radiating and the heat wave was rolling.

The laboratory on the third floor, like a fire-breathing dragon, suddenly shot out three to five meters of blazing tongues of flame.

The impact of the same frequency resonance shattered all the glass in the building into pieces, hitting the ground with a crisp sound.

And those murlocs who were still stuck on the third floor were well-equipped.

At this moment, it was like a rag doll, as three or five people flew out from the third floor and hit the platform heavily on the first floor.

puff.

Blue-green blood splashed onto the bodies of many researchers.

For a moment, the air was filled with the smell of smelly socks that had been worn for half a year and marinated in a jar for half a year.

"Kill without mercy, kill without mercy!"

Before everyone at the scene could react to what was going on, the voice of the fishman on the third floor could be heard faintly from the explosion.

As they shouted, the fishmen at the top also began to get excited.

"The enemy is on the right side of the third floor!" A roar sounded.

On the sixth floor, a fishman directly picked up the launching device and suddenly pulled the trigger.

Wow!

The rocket with the tail flame protruded from the device, like an arrow from the string, and rushed towards the third floor.

Even though there were still many surviving fishmen on the third floor at this time, they didn't care and directly launched an indiscriminate attack.

Boom!

There was a roaring sound, fire oil splashed out, and the three floors gradually turned into a sea of ​​​​fire.

Occasionally the remaining murlocs screamed and scattered trying to escape.

This scene happened so suddenly that it took only five seconds before and after, and the situation seemed to be completely reversed.

In an instant, as more and more rockets were fired, the third floor was like a wheat field walked by a harvester, almost flattened to the ground.

"The enemy is still alive. He went out through the gap. He went to the second floor, the second floor!"
To be continued...