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Chapter 151 The Eve of the Fall
In the summer, the stairs of the third-floor hall were blown up, the fire was dazzling, the building boards and countless trademarks, decorations and furniture were torn apart, and the whole building was shaking in roar.
He stood up strenuously and slipped a bit, but then stood still, dragging the heavy gun up.
Half of his body was full of blood, and the red liquid ran down the barrel of the gun, which was a bit slippery. He wiped it on his clothes casually.
The buildings below him were almost completely destroyed, the weapons were used seven or eighty-eight, leaving behind a large pile of rubble and corpses.
He was holding a heavy gun in his still intact hand, looking at the situation in front of him.
This is an oval game battle experience hall on the fourth floor-the game name is "Rising". The logo is a strange fetus, dimmed, and still able to see the expression of ecstasy.
Large and small fortresses, propaganda papers, peripherals and marking guns lie scattered in the hall, and fluorescent materials faintly reflect light in the darkness like beast eyes.
Outside the glass curtain wall, you can see the gloomy sky, the light is dim, and the whole world is like a huge fetal membrane, struggling to be born.
He saw several worm-shaped soldiers lying on the wall, with human faces on their round sticky heads, their eyes closed, as if trapped in a nightmare. They have six arms with suction cups, their lower bodies are worm-like secretions, and the solid walls melt into foul ooze under them.
Twenty minutes ago, the repellent could force this thing into a dormant state, but now they can steadily move on the outer wall. It won’t take long for this thing to turn the Resistance Army headquarters building into a part of the Worm’s Nest Nodule.
Xia Xia coldly glanced, looked down at the energy tank, dragged a bunker and walked forward, leaving bloody footprints.
At the same time, he stared forward. In his tactical field of vision, countless pictures were scattered one after another, marked with numbers and key levels, like exploded nebulae, most of which were concentrated in the nest below.
He said: "Twenty meters ahead, turn left. Go up."
Someone murmured to confirm the direction-after all, the plan is down-Xia Xia responded. After a while, the light in the hall became darker, dense insects climbed up the glass wall, the gray skylight wandered, gradually extinguished, and the aging fluorescent material lit up.
He glanced at Bai Lin's single screen again. The man's face was gloomy, his body was stretched, and his arm was bruised, but he didn't notice it. He clung to the gun, his knuckles were white, as if they would shatter under Mo Ming's power... he remembered that he had fantasized at a certain moment, and he must make Little White happy all the time.
He stared for a while, and then dragged the cover. In the dim light, he couldn't walk smoothly, but he moved firmly.
Wei Xi said: "We can turn right from the fork, and there are stairs down."
"Can't get through." In the summer, he used his intact arm to drag the bunker. The injured hand was still holding the gun. He was not sure what was injured. He felt very painful, but he couldn't tell where it was.
However, he speaks of tactics smoothly and clearly, and the killing intent is like a slender blade hidden in it. "The patrol routes below are too dense." He said, "Wait-at three o'clock, turn left at the second fork."
Bai Lin said suddenly: "'It' knows."
"It counts." Xiaxia said, "It's okay, I count it too."
No one speaks anymore, the sinister meaning of these words is creepy, which has already surpassed the combat level of Slaughter Show. But a group of people move forward steadily, as if no matter how weird and terrifying, it is a matter of course and no choice.
"The fifteen-member squad will encounter one minute later, prepare to—" Xia Tian said.
He looked at the starry sky screen in front of him, and counted tunnels unfolding underground, without the sky, the occasional lights seemed like ghosts. This is the world of bugs and no longer belongs to human beings. Under the sign of Uptown's technical accuracy, there are extremely complex and orderly geometric patterns, marked with large areas of coordinates, angles, patrols' biological attributes and speed. What he needs is Integrate and plan.
This situation has a special name in the killing show, called "large-scale path planning", which requires top-notch spatial thinking skills, digital sensitivity, and high concentration of attention.
The tactical field of vision showed that the soldiers were getting farther and farther away from their destinations, and they were also getting away from the countless patrols. The patrols were slightly slower.
Xia Xia thought about plans, limping and continuing to drag the bunker.
In front of him, the light from the glass shattered and slender in the sky, flickering messily. Countless insects rushed in, like pale and dirty tides.
Xia Xia stood behind a simple bunker and looked at them. Compared with the army of bugs, the bunker was light and thin, which was hardly useful.
He raised his hand and threw out half a bag of energy tubes that burned the palace, raised the heavy gun with difficulty, and adjusted the gear——
For a moment, he saw the monster leaping over and resembling a human, but its pupils were hollow like hell.
He shot, and the heavy gun fire blazed wildly, like a sudden blooming sun, burning a hole in the gray space. The energy tube shattered instantly, the dark red flame fainted, and the space was dyed blood red. It detonated another one, and another giant red flower blossomed.
Within five seconds, there was a huge dark red wall of fire in front of him, making the entire hall look like a ghost.
The light reflected a huge dark shadow behind Xia Xia, and it was indistinguishable from the bloody red light. He stood in this red, the god of the upper city, exhausted and scarred, only the red light burned in his pupils, and the murderous aura was solidified. Generally, refuse to extinguish.
He dragged the gun, turned around slowly, and visited the elevator. In the darkness at the corner in front of him, the door was tall and the red copper edging flowers grew out of blood.
At this moment, the ground shook abruptly, and the entire arena shook, and there was a cry of sorrow from the depths of the feet, as if coming from the countless buildings and the land itself, deep into the bones of the bone, shaking people all over.
The person opposite the headset cursed, shuddering and excited at such a distance, Summer realized what it was—someone had hacked the floating engine again, but the spare engine barely topped it.
A lot of dust and debris fell off the zenith, and blood generally scattered in the space against the firelight——
A monster rushed out from the corner. The speed was extremely fast and there was no sound. Xia Xia shot it three times before it slammed onto the wall. Then a monster rushed out again and bit his right. arm.
Only then did he see that the floor under his feet corroded a large soft hole from the bottom to the top, and the ground turned into a thick membrane, which was collapsing, and there were dense monsters underneath.
Xia Xia fired two shots with his left hand, smashing the monster's neck. Its fangs bit into the skin. He didn't have time to deal with it, and then changed his hand to shoot the other two.
In the blink of an eye, there were corpses on the ground. He stepped on a tumor-like head and walked in the direction of the elevator. Another monster bit his shoulder severely. He killed two, and then backhanded the monster on his shoulder. Head.
He turned back and pressed the elevator button, leaving a blood-red fingerprint.
At this time, the privilege of forcibly shutting down the security system actually began to return to his hands, and it was rapidly increasing-even the Temple of War was opened-like dark clouds before the rainstorm.
The upper city was open before his eyes, but there were countless numbers, lines, statistics, and permissions.
In the panoramic video function, a red message flashed by, saying that a floating engine on the edge of the old Yingkong Lake site had sunk, commemorating the company and the street falling into the N7 area, and the scene was magnificent. The believers said that there is no need for a park, and destruction is the only way to worship the god of war.
He could clearly feel that the violent power from the outside world was about to fully awaken, and every time he breathed, there was gunpowder, fire and death.
That is the power of God of War.
The metal door of the elevator behind him opened, and summer fell into it.
Supporting his body with one hand, he slid back a bit with difficulty, then dragged the gun and fired at the pale head of a monster that had come in. The gun was heavy and silent, and there was no response before he realized that it had bottomed out.
He threw the gun, kicked the monster's head, and fumbled for another gun.
He touched a large-caliber musket and fired a shot, which exploded on the top of the monster's head. The bullet rushed into its chaotic brain, generating extreme heat and bursting open. Its head was broken in half.
Even without his head, the monster's legs were still struggling to crawl in. Xia Xia kicked it on the bloody neck and kicked it out the door.
The metal door closed, Xia took a breath and struggled to get up.
He was covered with blood, and he was not sure where it was hurt. He was shaking all over, terribly cold, and shivering constantly.
He stretched out his hand but pressed the key to the top floor and heard Little White's voice in the earphones.
"Summer?" the man whispered. It sounds so nervous, as if afraid of not getting an answer.
"It's here," said Xia, making the voice as relaxed as possible.
"you……"
"Waiting for you to pick me up."
The man stopped talking and couldn't stand still in summer, leaning on the wall and slowly sliding to the ground, while groping for the medical kit from his pocket.
He injected himself with a hemostatic needle, another two injections to relieve pain, and finally took out an energy medicine and injected it directly into the artery.
The power of the medicine made him shiver, his concentration became concentrated, the ubiquitous pain subsided, and his vision became clear. He felt the elevator move up slowly, his tactical vision was arranged in an orderly manner, his hands trembled violently and became stable.
He is familiar with this feeling, the feeling of extreme overdraft, excessive burning, and destruction at any time.
but not now.
Now he feels that he can do everything.
"Go forward at five o'clock," he said, "turn left and keep going—"
The ground shook again, then stabilized. The real world is still solid.
In the depths of the insect nest, the soldiers passed through a low maintenance tunnel, and the pipe sank limply in the wall, like a twisted intestine.
"Turn left. Good." Xia Xiao said, "Prepare a targeted bomb."
He circled the floor remotely.
A group of people finally realized what he wanted to do, Yu An raised his eyebrows and someone laughed.
Xia Xia watched the "soldiers" who had gathered quickly in the video. The tyrant already knew. He raised the corner of his lips and responded quickly, but it was too late.
He raised his bloody hand and clicked on the tipping point-along the way, he had them place hidden bombs in many specific places-he didn't have to worry about the signal, all the satellites above the upper city were in his hands.
He couldn't hear the explosion, but he felt that he could feel it, time and time again, when those disgusting and sticky buildings shattered and the bugs exploded to pieces, Little White and the others would be safer.
He always said to take care of him, in most cases it is nonsense, but he really, really wants to take care of him and make him happy all the time.
"I have to admit that you have a good tactical plan," Yi Xiaonan said over the headset, "you can consider changing careers in the future..."
His voice had not fallen yet, Bai Lin had already planted the bomb, the next second there was an explosion, and the ground of the insect nest collapsed, revealing the dark inside.
Bai Lin stopped and jumped without stopping, acting urgently, as if the sound from the gun and headphones were his only support. His locks of hair curled up again, and his gray eyes were like a sword's edge, with a sharp murderous look, so dazzling.
Xia Xia looked at him and couldn't see enough.
"Little White..." he said.
The man didn't speak, and Xia Tian could see his body tighten, and for a moment he looked fragile and thin.
"Nothing..." he finally said, "Go into the tunnel at three o'clock."
He leaned on the metal wall of the elevator, slowed down for a while, put down his hands, stood firmly, and grabbed the musket.
"Stop, here," he said, "exploded."
There was another bomb tearing through the nest.
A group of people jumped down, and in the thumbnail building, this thin team went all the way down and approached the core. And the further they go downward, the clearer the shape of the building, showing the shape of the human world.
——The security agreement in the upper city is perfect. Almost all defensive measures will be used in key areas, including high-strength repellents. It's just that this defense has never been able to withstand a blow in the growing desire for entertainment to death.
The elevator door in front of Xia opened and he walked out.
Here is the viewing and exhibition room, and also a part-time tea restaurant, where he can find a few weapons and hold it for a while.
On the top floor is a large glass zenith. Under the pressure of the lead gray sky, the cloud layer has cracked a pitch black and twisted crack, and the edges are faintly red. There is a broken and rusty texture, fantasy and weird, as if the world is an old toy box. About to fall apart.
Xia Xia turned his head to find a weapon. At this moment, the earth shook for the third time.
The land roared and roared, like a giant beast desperately breaking free from restraints, vibrations, cracks in the sky, and then revealed a very dark yellow light, he was not familiar with the spectrum, but it was almost a crazy light.
Farther in the sky, a strange bright color appeared in the depths of the dark clouds, and a dark red appeared from the clouds, as if the clouds had also begun to decay.
Holding a bag of bombs in the summer, thought to self that the fireworks are about to begin.
Below the glass wall, under the chaotic light, an army of countless bugs gathered on the melting city, a large squirming dirty tide, rushing upward-towards him -.
In this doomsday scene, the god of war should usher in a tragic death, and this year will be the "first year of the fall" and enter the dark "era of the gods".
Xia Xia looked down at countless monsters expressionlessly, and the scene was spectacular, just like the scene of hell attacking the heavens in the myth.
On the field, he didn't have the slightest chance of surviving. He was just a mortal. There was no god in the city. There was only endless marketing for human life, warmth and faith.
But he doesn't just belong to the arena.
In the tactical field of vision, there was another news that the floating engine had crashed. He glanced at it and turned to prepare explosives.
They are so anxious that the situation outside must be very bad.
In summer, you will never miss this firework.