Player Reload

After some conversation, I learned that Baiji Bear not only knew Midnight Howl, but he was also a good friend of Red Rider.

The short video account registered by the latter in the player forum [Red Rider Loves Playing with Dogs] had no traffic when it first started operating, and there were not so many magical animals in the park.

Therefore, Baiji Bear, as a druid, often transforms into gryphons, shifters, abyss tentacle beasts, mud monsters and other monsters, acting as actors to drive traffic to short video accounts.

"Damn it, it turns out you are a big star!"

Hui Yu, who was sitting in the passenger seat, said in shock: "Are all the scenes of taming magical creatures in the short video performed? Dragon fruit, fanning, cardiopulmonary resuscitation, etc."

"The first few dozen episodes were basically acting. Later, when the account was established, I stopped appearing - it really hurts to be beaten all the time."

Baijixiong, who turned into a fat orange cat and sat in the middle of the rear compartment, said honestly: "Well, this is considered a trade secret. Please don't tell others."

Hui Yu ignored him, with a dazed expression on his face, and muttered to himself: "They are all fake, they are all dripping from iced black tea, the Internet is the Internet, true and false, false and true, they are all deception."

The white girl in the back seat saw that the orange cat that Baiji Bear had transformed into was so naive. She hesitated for a moment and reached out to touch it, trying to express friendship.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the contact came into contact, Baiji Xiong's fur immediately exploded, his back bent like a bow, and the whole cat retreated, and kept breathing.

Hakimi's sudden outburst shocked the white girl and himself.

"Sorry, I don't like female creatures touching me."

After a while, Baijixiong came to his senses, slowly exited the explosive state, and explained with lingering fear: "It's not gender discrimination.

Some time ago, the Red Rider went on a long trip and asked me to manage the Magical Creatures Park. I drank some wine and accidentally fell into the Female Manticore Park. In order not to be bitten to death, I had to turn into a male lion, but it happened to be the lion's estrus period."

Well.

Li Sheng looked at the Baji Bear through the rearview mirror with sympathetic eyes. The lion's mating time is only a short 20 to 40 seconds, but the number of times is extremely high. At most, it can reach more than 80 times a day.

As a magical creature, the Manticore's physical strength is probably better. Considering that there is more than one manticore in the park, it’s no wonder that Baiji Bear has such a stressed expression of PTSD.

Zila Zila——

While chatting, a loud noise suddenly came from the car stereo.

"Asking for assistance."

Li Sheng frowned, reached out and turned the knob to adjust the channel, so that the broadcast sound gradually became clearer.

"This is the Talisman Painting Dragon of the Shu City Mobile Task Force of the Special Affairs Bureau. We are being besieged by native species from another world, and we are asking for support from all parties."

Talisman nail painting dragon?

Li Sheng recalled that there was indeed such a person in the database, and there were a lot of explosions and fighting sounds in the background, which did not seem to be fake.

He turned around and asked Baijixiong for his opinion, "What do you mean, do you want to go take a look?"

"I can do either."

The Baji Bear who had just been rescued had no objections. From the descriptions of Midnight Howl and Crimson Driver, one could probably guess that Xiaoying was the kind of super fierce guy who could perform A+ or even S-level missions.

Don't look at the fact that the centipede is currently only at level 16, while the hundred-pole bear is level 17. If there is a fight between the two, the hundred-pole bear will still turn into a shifter and run away, and the probability of survival will be higher.

"Then go and have a look."

Li Sheng turned on the radar function of the armored vehicle, turned the steering wheel, and drove towards the source of the broadcast signal.

I don't know if it's a coincidence or not, but this direction happens to be the direction where the human head balloon originally floated.

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"Hold on!"

In the dilapidated building, more than a dozen players were trying to support themselves and fight off waves of mutated monsters from another world that were coming.

Balloons with human heads, deformed worms, fusion monsters with hundreds of hands and feet, and crows with tumors on their heads.

From a human perspective, each of these monsters is uglier and more twisted than the last, like crude pictures generated in batches by a crude AI, giving them a sickening feeling of discomfort.

"Tiger."

The black-haired young man named Fu Ding Hua Long took an ordinary brush and quickly drew a picture of a tiger descending from a mountain on the mottled wallpaper.

Although only a few strokes are used, the ferocious and domineering look of the King of the Mountain can be accurately outlined.

tread!

The tiger in the painting started to move, leaping forward along the wall until it jumped out of the wall and turned into an ink-stained entity over eight meters long. It rushed into the group of monsters like a tank, swooping, slapping, flicking its tail, and locking its throat. Slaughter mutated monsters,

One for fifty, until they were outnumbered and scattered into ink marks.

"lion."

With sweat on his forehead, the Talisman Painting Dragon painted on the wall again, drawing more than ten male lions to help the player clear an area.

Before he could take a breath, on the other side of the defensive circle, a player carrying a machine gun who kept firing at the monster group shouted: "Rule Nail Painted Dragon! Where is the ammunition!"

"Come on, come on! I'm painting!"

Fu Nai Painting Dragon flicked his paralyzed wrist, and with his hand like an afterimage, he drew a pattern of ammunition boxes and hundreds of rounds of ammunition on the ground. With a sudden grab, he grabbed the ink-stained ammunition box out of the ground and threw it to his companions.

The brush in his hand is similar to the prop in "The Magic Brush Ma Liang", which can turn images into reality.

It’s just that every time you draw, ink is consumed and cannot be replenished in the task.

"We have to move."

A calm voice sounded from the side. Zhao Zijin, who has dual backgrounds in the Special Affairs Bureau and GOC, used his mind power to drive metal short arrows to kill the monsters that rushed through the machine gun fire net.

He said calmly: "If we hold on any longer, everyone will die."

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Fu Ding Hualong did not argue, and his eyes swept across the fifty or so trembling ordinary people in the middle of the defense circle.

The player's backpack bar cannot carry living things, and his group of people did not carry large-capacity space props such as [Race Bag].

This means that there is a high probability that there will be victims in the process of rushing out of the monster group.

Just as he was struggling, an explosion suddenly sounded outside the building.

A six-meter-tall Cyclops holding a bone axe suddenly exploded in the chest, and a petite figure covered in blood rushed out.

With a string of organ fragments hanging on his body, he jumped straight into the monster group, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, holding a sledgehammer and hammering one by one, while hitting and shouting meaninglessly: "80! 40!"

The monster occasionally counterattacked, and hitting the figure, it could only make a clanging sound of iron.

Such a wild fighting style made the players in the defense circle dumbfounded. The machine gunner hesitated, his finger faintly on the trigger.

"Don't do it."

Zhao Zijing took a deep breath and said helplessly: "It's a friendly army."

The person who came was Huiyu. She cleared an area. Li Sheng drove the armored vehicle along the road piled with blood and corpses, and swaggered into the building.