I give the world destruction and rebirth

Mikkelsen got the news about the players about nine hours later than Markarian. Tangji's two scarlet disciples all caused real damage to the players. For this reason, Mikkelsen started a global campaign. More than 4,000 bottles of champagne were bought to celebrate.

Although his celebration was indeed a bit wasteful, Mr. Mi was not short of money. He wished he could put the news on mainstream media around the world and broadcast it 24 hours a day.

"They can't sit still." Mikkelsen clicked on the screen. Although the EMP attack made the situation on the Atlantic battlefield blurred, there was his clone on the Princess Diana, and there were three more on Madagascar. One, no, two of his clones.

One of the clones was accidentally wiped out by the player along with the regional command center. Mikkelsen admitted that he took the players too lightly tactically. Most of these players had more than a hundred years of combat experience, and they had no idea about war. They are no strangers, it can even be said that most of them are experts.

Especially in small-scale battles and CQB battles that emphasize cooperation, the upper and lower performance limits between players are extremely exaggerated.

Players with rich Advent experiences quickly adapted to the combat rhythm and patterns of this world. Although they were occasionally killed by unfamiliar weapons, the players progressed too quickly.

In ground battles, cannon fodder coverage only achieved good results in the first eight hours of battle. Most players, old and new, had never experienced artillery fire before. Many people only started looking for bunkers after seeing the explosion. , but by then it was too late.

But as a large number of people who have experienced explosions and shelling start posting in player forums, soon these players will act like veterans and know how to reduce shelling casualties.

Players are still gradually learning to use weapons, guns, and even vehicles in this world. Although this may be a long-term project for players, this tendency is always dangerous. It may take three to four years for a qualified soldier to To learn the necessary skills, it takes at least five years to become a qualified armored soldier.

Although the clone production line on the moon is being expanded, and Anne is trying to teach the Kshatriyas more practical tactics, it still takes time to form a large scale.

Not to mention that Annie herself is not an expert in this field. If she is allowed to train Yan Zi in her dream, then she may be able to turn the dream students into succubus-level players in a week, but learn to fight according to different battlefield responsibilities?

This is a bit too difficult for lust. Anne is still stuck on how to completely simulate the internal structure of a firearm. At this stage, unless the dreamer is familiar with firearms and has rich combat experience, it will be easier for Anne to extract from the opponent's subconscious mind. Collect enough rich materials, otherwise it will be difficult for her to let newcomers complete relevant training.

The method she is currently using is to extract a veteran's very real war dream and let other trainees experience it repeatedly in their dreams. The efficiency is relatively not very high, and the side effects are very strong. Many Kshatriyas circulate in one night. After reading hundreds of dreams, you may have problems with self-awareness in the morning.

They are clones, their childhood memories are false, and the life around them is false. The rash experience of a living person's dream created in a state of high tension and ego has a great impact on their consciousness.

For Annie, the material is actually limited. Take the veteran as an example. His identity is a corporate mercenary, and his enemy in the dream is just the security group of the hostile company, which is completely different from the player.

Therefore, the miserable Anne was given a plane ticket by Mikkelsen and exiled to the Princess Diana with the task of collecting dream materials.

Speaking of which, Annie can indeed be regarded as the shame of the Seven Deadly Sins. Mikkelsen was even worried that she would be captured by players on the battlefield, so he had to hire the strongest known mercenary, Avalon, as Annie's bodyguard. .

"I can actually complete this kind of mission at the Lost Mountain Base." Annie sat in front of Mikkelsen in a navy uniform with a dishonored look on her face. The Air Force's high-speed transport aircraft did not consider the issue of comfort from the beginning of its design, and Because she is a lustful person with seven deadly sins, her body is so good that she doesn’t even have suitable anti-stress clothing.

"You yourself said that geographical distance will affect your efficiency in finding specific dreams?" Mikkelsen held a sophisticated recording device in his hand and began to play the little secrets revealed by Anne in a casual chat.

"Are you spying on me?" Annie asked with a grimace, feeling that she was not surprised at all.

"Not only monitoring you, I have backup for the entire base, every corner, every person, every sentence." Mikkelsen smiled and nodded: "If you weren't too weak, I would have let you land on the island. .”

Anne chuckled, looked at Avalon behind him who was doing his duty, and pointed at him secretly: "Is that the bodyguard you found for me? He dreams every night and thinks he is the god of the Olympic Mountains. Damn it. Is it correct?"

Mikkelsen frowned and looked at Annie for a while before he said: "I guess you want to say Olympus, and the Avalon you are referring to, his abilities reflect Northern Europe. Odin’s eternal spear in the pantheon, Kungunir.”

Anne looked at Mikkelsen and blinked, her eyes seeming to ask: What is the difference between what you said and what I said? Why are you repeating what I said?

"You" Mikkelsen was choked on words for the first time in his life and couldn't finish a single word. This was a novel experience for him.

Zay Wangchuck was sitting on a bunker made of corpses, with half a box of smart bombs at hand. This thing was brought in by a group of military technology commandos. Their original organization seemed to belong to some kind of Gamma team, but they have been They were scattered. The reason why they came here was because the entire front line was pushed back by the players. Zai's location became the human defense node closest to the port in Manakara City.

Previously, an N-1117 armored vehicle took the risk of being destroyed and sent them a hurricane automatic cannon, but that thing was smashed by a superhuman with a stone twenty minutes ago.

Zay Wangchuk thinks this is quite nonsense. Although the Hurricane automatic cannon is a smart weapon that is easy to carry and can be arranged at multiple angles. Its main purpose is to facilitate deployment and deployment, but after all, that thing has a gun shield on the front. .

As a result, the superhuman was like opening a can, using a stone the size of a human head to smash the hurricane automatic cannon into scrap metal from a distance of eighty meters.

What's even more interesting is that the other party didn't throw stones at anyone. He originally had the ability to kill everyone in this small defensive node, but until he was killed by a sniper, he never threw stones at anyone.

"Do you think these superhumans are sick?" Zay Wangchuck held an unlit cigarette in his mouth, loosened his body armor, and took advantage of the fact that no enemy would attack at this moment and started a fight with his companions. joke.

But the military technology commando didn't respond. Zai pushed him and saw that he had died at some point.

"Fuck, I haven't had time to ask your name yet." Zay Wangchuk didn't have any big surprises. There is a superhuman being hidden somewhere outside who can make people die quietly at about the same time interval. It was forty-five minutes, and they still didn't know whether the opponent used neurotoxins or other means. In short, even the prosthetic soldiers could not block the opponent's attack.

Through small talk, Zay Wangchuck learned that the prosthetic soldiers were equipped with central nervous system enhancement systems and medical injections that could be directly inserted into the body. Their survival chances on the battlefield were greatly increased. It was a brand-new technology.

However, the information fed back from the battlefield was exactly the opposite of their initial expectations. At least in the ruins that had become a defense node, the cyborg soldiers had the highest death rate. Almost all players prioritized their party members. Hit the target, they look too threatening.

Including the exoskeleton, the average height is two meters, black paint, terrifying speed, and strength far beyond ordinary people. Zay Wangchuk watched with his own eyes a prosthetic soldier, as if possessed by Tang Ji, fighting from the streets to the end, He killed twelve players along the way, and then was killed by bone spurs that suddenly grew out of his brain.

There was also a prosthetic soldier who suddenly disappeared on the way to charge, leaving only a set of black exoskeletons, piled on the ground with a crash, and then four or five players sprang out from the darkness and snatched away the exoskeleton.

Zay Wangchuck still can’t forget the rewarding smiles on the faces of those players. Although two players were hit by bullets during the process of picking up equipment, they didn’t care at all.

There are now a total of seventeen soldiers in the entire defense node, including five from the Special Air Service England, eight from the Federal Marine Corps, and three. No, two assault troops from military technology. The assault troops are considered a military technology group. It is a special branch of the armed forces. These people specialize in life-threatening tasks.

For example, when it comes to delivering ammunition supplies to defense nodes that are surrounded by heavy siege, they are the right choice. It is said that when they first set off, they were a full team of twelve people. In the end, only three people successfully entered the position and brought Thirty doses of weak therapeutic injections, 2,500 rounds of ammunition, and two boxes of smart bombs were purchased.

Especially the latter. If it weren't for those smart bombs, this place would have been lost a long time ago. Those spherical bombs can not only be used as grenades, but also as booby traps. As long as they are thrown out, they can automatically find the target and make a bang. , blowing the target into the sky.

Because many players are not used to using weapons, when setting the preset targets, they simply set the targets to all humanoid targets without recognition signals. Anyway, there should be no civilians in this place now, right?

Smart weapons that can withstand EMP strikes are all high-quality. Zay Wangchuk calculated the time, throwing a smart bomb at the intersection every three minutes, and then waited to hear the news.

"Another one died?" A weak voice appeared from behind, and Zay Wangchuk nodded without looking back. He knew who it was, the last two of the seventeen defenders, and one was himself. The other is named Can Opener, the last of the cybernetic soldiers, and they had a friendship over a cigarette before.

"Are there any more cigarettes?" The can opener coughed, and a strange sniffing sound came from the exoskeleton, making Zay Wangchuk shudder.

In Zay Wangchuk’s view, without that exoskeleton, the can opener would have been unable to move long ago, and without that magical Krenzikov central nervous system enhancement system, the can opener would have been dead long ago. .

A hole the size of a fist was punched through his right chest, which could be seen from the front to the back. The reason why Zai was so sure it was the size of a fist was because he saw with his own eyes a player who rushed into the bunker and punched him. It penetrated the other person's chest, and he almost peed in fear.

"You're going to be fucked in this situation. Don't waste cigarettes." Zay Wangchuk said, but he still handed over the cigarette that he had been holding in his mouth that he was reluctant to smoke.

"Warning, the universal plasma is about to be used up. Please replenish medical supplies in time." The alarm sound in the exoskeleton echoed in the broken house through the helmet with only three-quarters left, and the can opener was on the touch panel on the inside of the arm. Pulling up a few times, the alarm sound disappeared immediately.

As a prosthetic soldier, Can Opener endured the heaviest task in the previous defense mission and suffered the most serious injuries. Half of the thirty weak treatment needles were used on him, leaving a hole the size of a fist. Now it looks like it's only the size of a woman's fist.

If there is enough time, Can Opener may be able to save his life, but the problem now is that the blood in his body is running out. The universal plasma in his exoskeleton armor has been continuously transfused for nearly 3,000 ml. Armor, Zay Wangchuck could hear how hard his heart was working, beating wildly under the influence of adrenaline.

Can Opener is dying, from excessive blood loss. When he dies, it will be the turn of others. Without the prosthetic soldiers, they cannot hold on here.

Zay Wangchuk hesitated for ten seconds. The moment the can opener lit it, he snatched the cigarette back and said, "I'll go outside and drag the body back."

The corpse he was talking about was that of Can Opener's comrade. According to Can Opener's introduction, the dead man was called the Baron. Not only did he have universal plasma that could keep Can Opener alive, but he also had unused time-sensitive hormones. .

"It's a stimulant that can turn you into a superhuman. Once you put it in, the whole world slows down." When the can opener introduced the potion, his eyes were shining: "You will Seeing scenery that I have never seen before, even the air seems to be thicker!"

"It's useless. The body including the exoskeleton weighs more than 120 kilograms. You don't have enough strength." Can Opener shook his head. He wanted to snatch the cigarette back, but Zai avoided his hand. There was a red-marked injection dangling in it: "Don't think you have medicine, we have it too."

It was a combat stimulant distributed by the Gallic military. The effect was said to be very exaggerated, allowing people to unleash their potential. Zay Wangchuck now hoped that the official would not brag this time.

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