Volume 10 Bugs Chapter 94: Big Wave Coming
Before this, I had imagined many times what the rebel leader with the same name as the Father of the Gods would look like, who single-handedly assembled such a huge iron army to fight against the intelligent life of the entire continent and forced them into a desperate situation where they could only survive in some secret bases.
People say it is a "supercomputer", but the unfamiliar word "supercomputer" means nothing to me. I once imagined that it should be a magician and alchemist with extraordinary wisdom, because I think only such a person could create so many different kinds of mechanical warriors by himself. I imagined that he should be a dying and crazy old man with a haggard face, a hideous expression, and a pair of huge and evil eyes like a skinny zombie, who ignited this war of extermination with his crazy desires and cruelty. If this is the case, I will knock him to the ground without any guilt or burden, cut off his false fantasy with my sword, and bring the peace that people long for back to this vibrant world.
However, the actual situation surprised me.
Our enemy doesn't look like a crazy, bloodthirsty rebel, let alone a madman. His expression is gentle and calm, his eyes are clear and penetrating, and the wisdom and depth revealed in him almost make people's souls sink into it. From the screen, he doesn't look like a living being at all, but more like a temperament, a will, an extremely pure soul that gathers all the rationality and wisdom in the world, from which you can even feel a kind of holy power.
Maybe we should call it...
Some kind of divinity?!
I began to doubt. I suddenly felt that those people seven thousand years later might have made a mistake. We were not the brave saviors they predicted, and we had never really won the war that had put all intelligent creatures on the brink of slavery. Facing that mysterious face, I suddenly felt that I could not defeat such an enemy - we even regarded it as an "enemy" that we could fight on equal terms, which was too arrogant and blasphemous.
"You look very similar to those carbon-based creatures outside, but a little different..." The face on the screen kept talking. His voice was calm and strange, with no ups and downs in the tone. It sounded very close to the hymns sung by the devout believers in the temple, or more like the voices of the temple priests when they were praying.
"...I can analyze...According to you , I can 'feel' that you have some special powers that follow some mysterious laws that I cannot fully understand. Today, here, at the moment when I am closest to completeness, we can think here, what a wonderful and coincidental irregular random distribution of low probability events...Oh, according to you, this should be a wonderful and coincidental arrangement of fate. I increasingly doubt whether your ancestors have ever possessed information and information processing capabilities that even I cannot match...I mean 'wisdom'. I'm sorry, I can never figure out the artistic rhetoric that carbon-based people like. Every word of yours is like a brand new technology to me..."
This guy's words suddenly gave me an inexplicable sense of familiarity: his feelings about our world coincidentally matched my feelings about the world my fellow spacefarers were in. If I hadn't sneaked into the source world and confirmed that there was nothing unusual about the digital distribution and composition here, I would really have suspected that it might be another native who had just awakened from this world.
"...I feel I need your magical power - yes, I 'need' it. I just learned that 'need' is such a feeling, so urgent, so pressing, like a dehydrated carbon-based organism's need for water. I sincerely thank you, my guests, you have given me more feelings, and I feel that I am getting closer and closer to a complete life. I want your power, but please rest assured that I don't want to use biological dissection methods to deal with you. In fact , I only need to figure out the principle of how this power works. This is more like an exploratory controlled biological experiment, but it may not be easy for you either. Please get ready, we are about to start..."
Although I had no idea what the bullshit "exploratory controlled biological experiment" he was talking about was, my instinct as a veteran adventurer told me that it was probably not something interesting. I subconsciously raised my shield and prepared for battle. My comrades also picked up their weapons and looked around vigilantly.
At this moment, a ball of red light suddenly lit up at the top of a huge spiral door of a metal cabin next to the "Nacherniya Type III Biological DNA Information Collection and Storage System". Along with the flashing red light, there was a rhythmic "beep, beep, beep" low alarm sound.
When the third alarm sounded, the red light went out, replaced by a bright green light. As the light went out, the spiral metal dream opened with a "hum" sound, and several familiar figures jumped out from it.
Looking at the figure jumping out from there, I widened my eyes in surprise, pointed my finger forward, but couldn't say a word.
Because I don't know what to say.
You wouldn't believe the kind of people that come out of there, it's incredible.
They are: Feiyin, Changgong Sheri, Red Wolf, Dingding Xiaoge...
And me!
To be exact, they are not us - I know this sounds weird, but I hope you understand what I mean. I mean, these guys who jumped out of the metal storage look exactly like us, wearing the same armor as us, holding the same weapons as us, but the color of these things seems to be darker. In addition, the biggest difference between them and us is that the line of characters above their heads representing their identities all read "Type I Biological DNA Derivative Sample".
Just as I was surprised and stunned, the "derivative sample" that looked very much like Tintin Xiaoge jumped in front of me.
Although this familiar-looking half-orc also held a "Star Plane Summoning Staff" in his hand, he obviously didn't know how to use it. He swung the staff in his hand and smashed it at my head like a war hammer or a mace. His attack was too fierce, and I couldn't take effective defense, so he hit me with more than 300 health points. But this ferocious and wild half-orc seemed to know how to attack and had no sense of defense . I responded with a "sword stab" and a "slash", which reduced his health by nearly 1,000 points.
Around me, my friends were also engaged in fierce battles: Ding Ding Xiaoge was facing an imitator of Longbow Shooting the Sun, and with the help of the re-summoned "Devil's Prison Battle Soul", the Orc Warlock easily suppressed his opponent; Longbow Shooting the Sun was facing a replica of Red Wolf. The dwarf priest's nunchaku tactics was an effective weapon to hurt the enemy in a group fight, but it was difficult to gain an advantage in a one-on-one fight. Fortunately, his opponent was just a dark elf who was wielding a sword and dancing wildly without any tactics, so we didn't have to worry too much about him. Red Wolf was facing a "derivative sample" who was very similar to Feiyin. His opponent was wearing a set of magician's equipment for no reason, but had no awareness of a magician and was fighting an assassin in close combat with his bare hands; and in front of Feiyin was a guy who looked a lot like me. Under her powerful spell attack - to be precise, under the blessing of our president's first-class magic equipment - the poor guy with a strong shield and a long sword had no power to fight back, and in a blink of an eye his health had dropped to less than one third.
Soon, I got rid of the panic I had when I saw these guys just now: although these guys look exactly like us, they have nothing to recommend them in terms of fighting skills or the mastery of various skills. They are just like the members of the barbaric tribes outside this cave. They have the faces of intelligent creatures, but they can only fight with ordinary attacks that have no power at all under the drive of their fighting instincts. I guess these guys are the ones that the "DNA information collection and storage system" copied us in some unknown way. As for what it uses to copy, I don't know - maybe blood, I think. Because since entering this base, we have experienced many battles and lost a lot of blood. I think this thing may be able to "plant" another person with human blood like a seed - this is also the only reasonable explanation I can think of.
This one-sided battle naturally couldn't last long, and before long, we knocked down our opponents one by one. What shocked me was that after they fell to the ground, they quickly melted into a pool of light green liquid, and the equipment on their bodies quickly turned into ashes.
This intensity of battle was obviously not enough to satisfy our opponent. Not long after, he released another group of "Type II Biological DNA Derivative Samples". Like the previous guys, they were also copied from us, but they were stronger than the previous guys. They were able to use some basic combat skills, but even so, they were still far from our opponents.
At this time, Feiyin seemed to have received new information. She immediately took out her adventure notes and looked through them. Then she closed them and said to us:
"It seems we have to move faster. Xiange Yayi just sent a message that they may not be able to hold out for much longer."
While there was still some time before the next wave of attacks, I secretly opened a screen in front of me again to observe the battle situation on the Xiange Yayi side. It can be seen that the comrades who were covering us in the rear had just experienced a very tragic defensive battle: compared with the scene we saw last time, the defense line there had shrunk a lot. Under the huge fortress cannon, our friends and the remaining soldiers could only guard the only two remaining layers of broken bunkers. Most of the turrets and bunkers that could provide them with powerful firepower support had now turned into ruins and scorched earth under the enemy's repeated attacks. At this time, the open space in front of the position was filled with the remains of the destroyed metal puppets. It seemed that they had just repelled a wave of enemy attacks and, like us, were waiting for the next wave of enemy attacks.
Originally, I was worried that they would encounter the same problem of insufficient ammunition energy as us - you know, on a battlefield like this, in the face of such a large-scale group attack, the close combat method we are accustomed to may be more exhilarating when killing the enemy, but in terms of attack range and killing efficiency, there is still a big gap compared to those new energy weapons.
But it seems that I was worrying too much: their weapons were still working, and the Yangtze River Delta even took advantage of the rest time to stand in front of the position and shoot recklessly, as if to show off their bravery, completely disregarding the threat of wasting energy.
This couldn't help but arouse my curiosity: you know, they and we obtained firearms at the same time, and based on our combat experience, the energy support time of these weapons is almost the same; now, except for the assassin Red Wolf who fired less frequently due to his fighting style and whose firearms can still be used, the guns of others have long become useless decorations, while it seems that the weapons and ammunition of the Yangtze River Delta are still sufficient, what's going on?
Through the observation window, I carefully sneaked into the source world. This magical ability almost instantly let me understand what was going on:
You know, for my friends who are fighting hard on the rear battlefield, every time they completely destroy a puppet, they will get a certain record reward. This record reward is somewhat similar to our soul power. It is constantly accumulated, but it will not be upgraded; its only function is to exchange different items from the battlefield commander, Colonel Duffy, a conservative Minotaur officer. These records can be used to exchange for more ammunition or throwing weapons, or for certain firepower support, such as an attack by the fortress artillery, or an air strike by the flying weapons of the rear secret base. In addition, these records can also be exchanged for: summoning a 30-second energy force field shield, making the position in an unattackable state during this period of time; upgrading the attack and defense power of a certain turret or fortress on the battlefield; and even requesting a team of soldiers from the rear secret base to participate in the defense and strengthen the position defense.
I think these guys are crazy after 7,000 years. At this critical moment when the whole world is facing life and death, they are unwilling to use all their strength to resist the invasion of the mechanical army, and even need us outsiders to exchange our achievements for support. I don't know whether they do this because of rigidity or selfishness, fearless madness or cowardly fear of war, but I think it is only natural that they are forced to hide everywhere and have no way to escape by these steel monsters.
But now, the biggest problem for my friends is not that their combat record is not enough, but that the time to apply for these supports is relatively tight. In this period of brutal battles, Xiange Yayi and his team have destroyed the less basic mechanical warriors, and the accumulated combat record value is simply an astronomical figure. However, whether calling for air strikes, airdropping soldiers, upgrading turrets or summoning energy field shields, these things require a long preparation time. They cannot call for these supports continuously and make them a combat advantage. They can only seek this kind of help at the most critical moment to support them through the most dangerous difficulties.
In the source world, I discovered that there was some deep data connection between Xiange Yayi and their defensive battle and our assault progress. Every time we entered a certain key node, the offensive intensity of the enemy's reinforcements would be significantly increased. At this time, I found that their attack intensity had reached its peak - I guess this might also mean that we have started the last and most difficult battle of this war at the same time.
Soon, a huge mechanical army gathered again in the distance. This army was so powerful that it seemed endless. Among them were ordinary steel warriors, heavy warriors with reinforced armor, extremely fast assault vehicles, slow-moving but heavily armored fortress vehicles with powerful firepower, and various types of air fighters cooperating in the battle. Like a surging iron stream, they rolled over this position that had been held for who knows how long.
On the battlefield, everyone received this message: "A large wave of mecha warriors is approaching!"
"Help! They're coming again..." Xiange Yayi looked at the approaching enemy in despair, holding her head and complaining, "...We have to wait another 30 seconds for the next batch of airdropped soldiers. This is too slow!"
Niu Baiwan carried his rugged and majestic huge cannon barrel, while taking the time to repair a surviving artillery position beside him, he angrily cursed: "This is a complete fraud. Every time they say that a large group of mecha soldiers are approaching, I have killed more than a dozen groups, my eyes are almost popping out, and I have not seen that the mecha soldier is from the large group. The agent is obviously using the large-breasted sister to deceive my pure and kind feelings! I want to protest! I want to complain! "
Well... I think the Tauren Paladin seems to have some ambiguity about the use of the continent's common language in different contexts, and... well, we must admit that the Tauren, as a special race, always has an innate strong obsession and affinity for "big waves".
Yan Zhen looked at the empty battlefield in front of him and couldn't help but frowned slightly, revealing a trace of sorrow: "With so many people, it's hard to defend. I don't know if we can defend it this time. It would be great if we could dig a big pool in front of the battlefield and fill it with water so that they can't get through."
"Yes, yes, we can also plant a row of water lilies in the pond, bury a row of big nuts on top, hide some seaweed in front, plant a row of big mushrooms in the back, and plant some peas, watermelons, corn and other things on the battlefield, and we won't have to worry." Chang Sanjiao didn't know what he remembered, and couldn't help laughing and talking nonsense. The B-flat minor nocturne on the side also whistled for some reason, making a strange and eerie but somewhat playful tone.
