Volume 10 Bugs Chapter 86: Deep in the jungle, a battle seven thousand years later
We got off the car at the edge of a jungle that was too dense to drive into. The first thing Tintin Xiaoge did after getting off the car was to summon his special servant demon: the Hell War Spirit. Fortunately, this time Red Wolf was chosen as a tribute by the demon from another world, and he fell to the ground and died the moment he resisted the appearance of the War Spirit. Before his body was completely cold, Changgong Sheri successfully resurrected him.
Then, we started the long trek. The commandos in strange armor walked in front to lead the way for us. Actually, this was unnecessary. Although our magic map could not show the land of seven thousand years later, before we set off, Colonel Duffy gave each of us an "electronic holographic map" that not only marked our location and the target's location, but also indicated the direction we were facing. With this advanced magic equipment, I think even Niu Baiwan would not necessarily get lost in this jungle.
Well, maybe my idea is a little too optimistic for Niu Baiwan, who always finds the wrong door in the shabby and narrow three-story building of the trade union headquarters.
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We walked in this jungle, which made me feel very strange: the jungle in my memory had never been so quiet. The giant pythons foraging in the forest, the wild wolves roaming in the dark forest shadows, the tigers and leopards roaming on the hills, and the backward and savage tribes scattered throughout the jungle... These dangerous creatures were always hiding in the dark of the jungle, staring at the strange visitors with hostility, and pounced on them when they relaxed their vigilance, killing them in the most terrible and cruel way you can imagine. Countless adventurers died under these dense giant vines and trees - more than once - until they finally learned the jungle law that the strong survive, and then they became hunters and killers on this land, casting the fate of death on the heads of these once powerful jungle natives.
Yes, in my memory of seven thousand years ago, the jungle was always a noisy and bustling place - in some ways, it was even busier than those populated cities. Killing and death constituted the unstoppable cruel melody in the jungle, which was played out again and again between the hunters and the hunted. I once thought that this mutual killing would continue endlessly and would never stop.
However, the jungle was chillingly quiet seven thousand years later. As far as I could see, it was hard to see any animals - alive or dead - even the straight and tall shadows of the trees were neatly lined up like well-trained soldiers. No matter their height or thickness, the direction of the branches or the shape of the crown, they all looked so similar. It would be better to say that they were "produced" in batches in some special mold rather than "growing" according to some natural law.
I have never seen such a jungle. Those monotonous trees are not like a kind of vibrant life that exudes green meaning, but more like neatly arranged tombstones in a cemetery. Before this, I never thought that one day I would use the word "lifeless" to describe a large area of dense life, but now here, everything is like this.
I really don't understand these intelligent beings seven thousand years later. They can build their cities as beautiful as dreams, and use solidified steel and bricks to build magnificent scenes that dazzle even the gods, but they don't know how to treat those lives that originally grew in this world like them, and don't know how to dig out the fresh and wild natural beauty from the essence of life. They replaced those things created by gods with man-made things, and lived in a closed world of self-production and self-sale without any surprises. Compared with them, even those most brutal adventurers who slaughtered wolves and tigers in the jungle seemed to be unwavering... How to say it? Just like what those who involved in the sky mentioned... "environmentalists", they are just used to communicating with nature in an incomprehensible and barbaric way, but never tried to change all this and make this world their consumer product.
I like this world seven thousand years later. To be honest, I love all these mysterious and dazzling achievements developed by those hardworking and knowledgeable descendants, and they have explored a development path that we have never imagined. However, I have to say that if they can live in harmony with nature, I will love this place a thousand times more than I do now.
Just as I was complaining about the rigidity of this world, the commando leader with three stars on his armor shoulder guards suddenly stopped. He clenched his left fist and raised it high. All the soldiers leading us also stood still with their breath held. In front of us, a dazzling red light suddenly flashed, and then a sharp whistle came from the silent air.
"Quick, scatter!" The captain suddenly yelled at the top of his lungs, then leaped to the side like a cheetah, pressing his back tightly against a tree. In an instant, I saw a ball of fire approaching like lightning, landing directly in the middle of us, and then there was a deafening explosion. The nearest tree was blown in half, and metal shrapnel mixed with wood chips and soil flew everywhere, instantly penetrating the bodies of several commandos. The heavy armor on their bodies was almost torn apart like pieces of paper, and the blood and flesh sprayed out were dazzling red even in the dark night.
A bloody battle that happened seven thousand years later has unexpectedly happened to us.
The one that attacked us was a huge steel monster, standing as tall as a two-story building, with two solid but not too thick metal legs - this ensured that it would not be blocked by the dense trees in the jungle - it had no obvious head, trunk or upper limbs, and the two metal legs supported an irregular hexagonal cabin, with two light bomb cannons mounted on both sides of the cabin, which were spraying us with artillery fire. Next to the two gun barrels, there was a launcher that could hang four missiles, one of which was missing a missile, presumably because it had been used up when it launched a surprise attack on us just now.
The movement here attracted other mechanical monsters that were patrolling around. Not far away, some flashing red lights were approaching us. It was not until this life that I realized that our enemies had ambushed so many ferocious and dangerous behemoths in this quiet jungle. The funny thing is that I actually thought this quiet forest was very safe all the way.
"Kill them!" The dwarf priest Longbow Shooting Sun, who was more excited to see the enemy than to see his relatives, bravely wielded the magnetic energy cannon in his hand, which was larger than his body, and rushed out with a roar. About thirty steps away from the battle machine, two huge light bullets whizzed out from the muzzle, and then... brushed the edge of the target and shot far away. It was not until a long time later that I saw two strong flames bursting out from the mountains in the distance ahead, followed by the roar of an explosion.
Apart from proving that light travels faster than sound, this powerful magnetic energy cannon seems to have no greater use in Changbow Shooting Sun's hands.
"Idiot, you don't even aim when you shoot?" Seeing this, Fei Yin couldn't help cursing, and then she picked up the Hydra high-speed impact gun, which was also of an astonishing size, with both hands, and swept it around recklessly at her waist, shouting and rushing forward - by the way, respected president, what qualifications do you have to criticize others for not aiming...
"Hold on, don't fight like that!" Behind us, Ding Ding Xiaoge's voice came from afar - Hey, when did this guy run so far? - While controlling the Devil Prison Battle Spirit to rush towards the enemy, he reminded us loudly:
"Longbow, you can't fire your gun continuously..." Ding Ding Xiaoge shouted, "...For a target that is not a boss, even if one shell cannot kill it, it can at least cripple it. Firing two shells in a row is a sheer waste. And if the first shell misses, you can still use the second shell to correct the attack... Damn, it's useless to shout, this idiot is already dead!"
As we have seen, after the two shells of Longbow Shooting Sun missed, he rushed to the huge battle machine waving his close-fitting magic staff, the nunchaku. After many upgrades and improvements, the nunchaku is no longer the two simple bones that were put together at the beginning. The purple level 62 magic crystal "Heart of Thunder and Fire" embedded on one end makes this unique close-range magic weapon full of powerful electrical energy, so that every time it is swung, it is accompanied by a blue electrical spark; and the "Magic Rock Crystal" embedded on the other end increases the critical strike probability of this weapon by 5% - with the terrifying close-range attack speed of his magic staff, this increase in critical strike probability is even more decisive than the additional damage attribute.
In just five seconds after being hit by the longbow, the huge fighting machine had lost nearly one-fifth of its durability. Unfortunately, our dwarf priest apparently did not notice that he had been seriously injured while charging into battle, and his remaining health was less than one-third, and the fighting machine had already aimed its missile launcher at him...
I guess you can't imagine what it's like to have a missile hit a person in the face at a distance of less than ten steps. In fact, I can't imagine it at all, but fortunately - or perhaps the longbow Japanese would think it's very unfortunate - I saw it with my own eyes. Our dwarf priest was instantly ignited like a big firecracker, and the huge explosion instantly dug a big hole in the ground.
I really can't believe that in such a huge explosion, Changgong Sheri was lucky enough to leave a complete body. I thought that this sloppy little man with a long beard would occupy a huge area that he had never had the honor to occupy in a more sparse posture. But fortunately, otherwise where would he find his body when his soul was resurrected again?
Originally, I was worried that in this world seven thousand years later, my friends who were space travelers would not be able to continue their powerful vitality of dying and coming back to life. But when Changgong Sheri jumped up from the ground again vigorously not long after, I immediately knew that my worries were completely unnecessary - seven thousand years could not change the peculiarities of these strange visitors from other dimensions. Their abilities obviously had nothing to do with time. I guess it should be more related to space.
After killing Changgong Sheri, the fighting machine strode towards Feiyin. Its two light cannons fired deadly rays repeatedly, hitting our president back again and again. Feiyin also tried to fight back. In fact, the firepower of her counterattack was much more fierce than that of the fighting machine. The "Hydra" in her hand let out a hysterical howl, and fired countless light bullets at the enemy like a rain of wind. However, the strange thing was that this powerful firepower had an incredibly weird hit rate. No matter how Feiyin aimed, these light bullets gradually scattered after flying a distance, and less than half of them could hit the target.
"President, that's not how you use your gun..." Ding Ding Xiaoge shouted again, "...That gun is for fire suppression. The hit rate for hitting a single target is too low! Jeff, I'll let the fighting spirit entangle him, you hurry up!"
Before he finished speaking, the wandering Hell Soul had already stuck to the side of the fighting machine. His attack had a significant effect, and soon the durability of the metal monster had dropped to less than half. But it was obvious that the enemy's attack power was even stronger, and after a while, the Hell Soul's health was less than one-third.
Without Ding Ding Xiao Ge's reminder, I had already noticed that Fei Yin's momentum was not good. I immediately held up the shield with my left hand, picked up the assault rifle with my right hand, and rushed over while firing. When I approached the fighting machine, the Demon Hell Fighting Soul was retreating while shouting angrily, "You idiot, share your soul with me..." Ding Ding Xiao Ge was slowly increasing his life through the soul connection. I raised my shield to block the two rays shot at me, and then aimed at the fighting machine and fired continuously - you have to admit that although I have never been trained in shooting weapons, I am indeed very talented in this area. The green light bullets ejected from the muzzle hit the target one after another, and none of them missed.
What? You asked me how far away I was from it? Well, at this distance, I could have spitted all over its face.
Hey, what's so funny about that? Doesn't the fact that I'm close to the target mean that I'm a natural at shooting?
Although I fired bullets and hit the torso of the combat machine repeatedly, unfortunately it didn't cause much damage to it - in fact, if you don't have enough spirit to hit it, you can't even be sure whether its durability has really been reduced.
"Jeff, what the hell did you choose..." Feiyin turned the gun and shot at the other five combat machines that were approaching in a group from a distance. There was no doubt that she had chosen the right target this time. Then she scolded me mercilessly, "...Flashlight?"
God knows what the "flashlight" she was talking about is, but I think if it is a weapon, it will be no less powerful than the assault rifle in my hand. I barely withstood the impact of the battle machine and was about to replace the rifle with my familiar long sword, when a dark shadow suddenly flashed behind the battle machine.
There were two muffled sounds, and two short green rays of light pierced into the joint of the thing's right leg like two sharp swords. It trembled and staggered back two steps, and then its right leg made a sharp "crackling" sound as the metal twisted and deformed, and then it suddenly fell to the ground with a "bang", a wisp of green smoke came out of the cabin, and then it never moved again.
That was the invisible assassin Red Wolf. He had touched the back of the machine at some point, almost pointed the muzzle of his gun at it and fired two shots, finally destroying it completely.
Before Red Wolf disappeared again, I saw that he was holding a huge screw in one hand - this old thief had stripped a part from the machine at some point.
I was startled and quickly stepped back, fearing that in the fierce battle, the important protective gear on my body would be taken away by him - this would be a life-threatening thing.
Almost at the same time when the machine fell to the ground, a shrill sound broke out, and then I saw a sharp green light burst out from the hiding place of Ding Ding Xiaoge and shot into the front part of the cabin of another combat machine approaching not far away. Although it had been shot down by Fei Yin, it still had nearly half of its durability left. Under normal circumstances, it would take some effort to kill this killing machine. But what was surprising was that after being shot, the durability of this machine was instantly reset to zero, and its body froze immediately, and then it slowly and dully rotated the cabin, and then collapsed to the ground, motionless.
"Yeah, a headshot..." Tintin Xiaoge shouted excitedly, dancing with arrogance, but he did not forget to remind us, "...shoot the red light on top of its head! That's its weak spot!"
The joints of the legs and the red light on the top of the head, after understanding the key points of this combat machine, the battle gradually became simple. Feiyin used her dense and powerful firepower to suppress the enemies who tried to approach us at a certain distance. Although it was difficult for her to destroy the opponent, it provided us with more opportunities; and whether using a sword or a gun, I still held up the shield and rushed to the front, trying my best to resist the enemy closest to us, and standing with me was Ding Ding Xiaoge's Demon Prison Fighting Soul; Changgong Sheri restrained his impulse after resurrection, and honestly did his job as a battlefield healer - but every time his double-barreled magnetic energy cannon was full of energy, he would not hesitate to fire the shell, and the power of the weapon he chose was indeed amazing, and almost every time he could harvest at least one combat machine wreckage.
If we were in a conventional battle, then Tintin Xiaoge and Red Wolf were simply harvesting. Red Wolf took the evil act of an assassin lurking and waiting before striking a fatal blow to the extreme. He would always choose a combat machine with less than a quarter of its durability to attack, and use his two small but powerful shooting weapons to remove one of the opponent's legs.
Although Red Wolf's tactics were effective, he had to wait for the cooldown of his "Stealth" skill most of the time. In comparison, Ding Ding Xiao Ge's attacks were more vicious. This cunning half-orc warlock had a reason to prefer the long-range sniper rifle. He seemed to have a great talent for this weapon. With the help of the advanced aiming system, he aimed at the fatal parts of the combat machines, and almost every five shots could kill one.
At the same time, we gradually became familiar with the alert mode of these combat machines, moving forward at a relatively stable speed, and maintaining an appropriate distance when encountering the enemy, keeping the enemies attracted each time within our control. In this way, we steadily advanced in the jungle until a huge base appeared in front of us...
