My players are so fierce

Chapter 821 820. Look, I think the eyes that can release lasers are the coolest!

Helu, who was attacked by surprise, quickly woke up.

After all, he has become a vampire, and his transformation from a mortal to an extraordinary creature has improved all his attributes. The resistance of the blood vulture vampire blood to toxins is not top-notch, but it can also greatly shorten the time of being comatose due to toxins.

But when Helu opened his eyes, he found that he was trapped on a silver-gray experimental table.

Both hands and feet were controlled by special energy locks. This thing weakened him and even prevented him from transforming into a bat to get out of the predicament. He struggled, and his canine teeth bared out again in excitement, as if he was tied to the two kicks. Like Shushu, he knows his misfortune is coming but cannot get rid of it.

"Don't be so excited, Helu."

Old Flynn's voice sounded from the side, accompanied by the collision of metal equipment and the sound of some instruments operating. The former master of psychic detection in the Tower of Rings and now a cultist said calmly:

"The green-spotted Gila monster is a gift given to me by Kanter. It is one of the creatures that has been 'resurrected' and reproduced from the extinct biological populations of the Golden Age. Its toxin is not fatal but is poisonous to all known species so far. It affects all living things. It takes effect quickly and walks silently. Do you feel that your heart beats faster now?

Don't be afraid, it's just a sequelae. It only takes a few days of rest to eliminate the toxins through the vampire's overdeveloped circulatory system.

Oh, by the way, don’t eat sweets these days.

Elevated blood sugar will prevent toxins from being excreted immediately. "

"Are you really a cultist already?"

Heru took a deep breath to calm down, and asked in a painful and incomprehensible tone:

"I know that you are depressed and unhappy in the Ring Tower, but why did you suddenly make such an extreme choice? You know, after I heard the news that you died of illness, I secretly shed tears for a week, I also made a tomb for you in my mage tower."

"oh?"

Old Flynn, who was busy preparing a certain liquid, paused and said:

"You have your own mage tower?"

"Yes, it's in the Filthy Swamp. The beautiful mage tower is also very practical. The blueprints produced by the Brotherhood of Stonemasons and the foundations laid by the kobolds allow me to easily monitor the entire Filthy Swamp, even Baphomet Canyon and half of Transia. .

If I use the secret technique you taught me, I can even peek into the city of Banks in East Prussia or the city of Burnie in Kavhoka. "

Heru, who was lying on the test table, was talking to delay time. At the same time, he moved his toes quietly and lit up a certain rune hidden in the shoe. He said:

“That is the perfect tower that all investigators long for, and it is also the apartment that you have worked hard all your life to get.

I once had the opportunity to own a secondary tower in the Midnight Tower of Scarlet Castle as my own mage tower, but I gave it up voluntarily because when I became your apprentice, you kept telling me that as a psychic investigator, I should keep a low profile. .

We cannot take the initiative to cause conflicts, and we must choose to retreat in the face of all threats, just like your style of dealing in the Tower of Rings. Even if you are kicked in the face by your juniors, you will take the initiative to resolve conflicts.

You definitely don't like the nickname of 'good old guy', it's just a helpless disguise.

You know, when I made the tomb for you, I also thought that if you were still alive, I would definitely take you into my mage tower, so that you, an old mage who has been unknown all his life, can experience those things. The treatment of a psychic master. "

Helu sighed, and after a few seconds of silence, he said:

"I can actually understand you doing such crazy things. It is disrespectful to life to live in a place where you are not valued, especially when you still have some talents. Let me ask you, Flynn, have I ever Mentor, have you done anything harmful to the world since you joined Dusk?"

"No, I have been obsessed with my research here. If I have to say it is unreasonable, Kanter probably asked me to use my research results for his ratmen. The plan to create the ratman king will bring great benefits to this continent. Come and cause trouble.”

Old Flynn continued to be busy, and he replied:

"But your arrival ended this plan. My disciple, I also want to tell you that I regret it, but the fact is that this period of time at the R-9 base was the most free and relaxed I have been since I became an official psionic master. day.

I no longer need to take on the stupid teaching tasks assigned by my superiors, nor do I need to be a dispensable and marginal person.

After struggling not to fall victim to the shameful academic struggle, I now have my own laboratory, fully equipped and with unlimited hours of use. I am free to design and advance my ideas according to the ideas I have planned for decades. Experiment plan.

You know, I've submitted the same research report twenty-four times to the academic director of the Ring Tower twenty-four times over the past thirty years, and each time it was rejected for 'impractical' and 'fancy' reasons, they said. The ideas are fanciful but are just a waste of time and resources.

I know it's not that they don't like my idea, they just think that an unknown master of psychic investigation is not worthy of this novel idea.

I've seen this kind of thing a lot, haha.

After I die, a 'lucky and kind' psychic master will 'accidentally' discover my research topic while sorting out my 'relics', and then in order to 'memorize me', that person will Highly placed psychic masters came to advance my research, and in the end they would commemorate my ingenuity with a meaningless name.

But that has nothing to do with me.

My disciple, you didn't feel comfortable staying in the Tower of Rings, that's why you were so happy when you received the call from the Pioneer Legion.

Helu, you and I are the same people. We don't belong to that place, but there is no other place where we can display our talents.

When you know that you are a beautiful firework that can bring a beautiful embellishment to the world, but because of other people, you are unable to ignite yourself in this life, hatred will come after despair and pain.

At this time, an organization suddenly appears to provide you with everything you need to help you turn all your plans and ideas into reality, at the cost of only sacrificing your soul and getting your hands dirty.

If it were you, what would you choose?

Continuing to live a life of inaction and frustration with no contribution to the world? Or should you throw away all rules and regulations in your twilight years and struggle to light your own firework? "

After Old Flynn finished preparing for the operation, he pushed the cart filled with various instruments to the test table.

He had already put on a full set of surgical uniforms and a mask, reached out to check the condition of Helu's eyelids and eyes, and then used an instrument to fix his neck and head to fix Helu on the operating table, making him unable to struggle.

"Heru, I know you are here to save me, but boy, I am beyond help."

He reached out and patted Helu's cheek, revealing a heartfelt smile under the full-coverage surgical helmet. He said softly:

“Even if I had to do it again, I would make the same choice, not because I feel like doing it, but because I have to, but it’s okay, Helu.

I will definitely die here today.

But before I die, I have the opportunity to leave the most proud work of my life to the only young man who sincerely calls me his mentor and is willing to risk his life for me, an old man.

I was alone. I once thought that loneliness was the companion of the strong. But when I was about to die, I realized that I was neither strong nor could I endure loneliness.

You are not my child.

but i hope you are

Go to sleep.

When you wake up, a brand new stage will appear in front of you. You will use the brightest fireworks that I have condensed in this life to become the kind of person you want to be, so that you don’t have to spend your life in vain like me. . "

"Click"

The acupuncture-like anesthetic was injected into Helu's neck, causing the struggling young vampire to enter a deep sleep within a few seconds.

Old Flynn helped his disciple straighten his clothes, then reached out and opened the silver-gray biological organ storage jar stored on his cart. After the low-temperature smoke dissipated, what appeared in front of him were two beautiful and strange ones. bloody eyeballs.

In another jar is a pair of ears that are very similar to elf ears.

These two things are the results that old Flynn cultivated in the research laboratory at dusk after abandoning his professional ethics, his own persistence in life, and his own soul.

"Eyes and senses, the source of power that scout psionicists rely on for their livelihood."

Old Flynn let out a long breath and activated the auxiliary device on the operating table. While he was busy, he said with emotion:

"Ordinary creatures cannot evolve 'super-sensory organs'. That is the exclusive privilege of the descendants of demigods and gods in the astral world. However, in the eyes of the followers of the Creator in the Golden Age, the mystery of this power has long been cracked. Other scholars from the scholar faction Members do not pay attention to these basic enhancements, they are chasing cooler 'creations'.

But they don’t understand how individual ingenuity can catch up with our God-given flesh and blood that has evolved over countless years.

What we have to do is never create anything!

We just need to continue to strengthen ourselves until we break through the extraordinary excuses and become the god Heru. I can't let you achieve great things overnight, but your mentor will give you an opportunity, which countless people can only ask for. Opportunity.

From now on you don't have to envy those geniuses.

You will also have your own talents. Well, it would be a waste to give such a beautiful thing to a group of ratmen or an old man. Ratmen and old men cannot create the future.

young people.

The future will always belong to you only! "

——

"Quick! Helu's distress signal is ahead!"

In the maze-like complex corridor on the second floor of the R-9 base, Amber, the elite witch hunter captain holding two vampire-style hunting crossbows, jumped back and forth among the walls and shadows, constantly shooting at the wolf-type monsters blocking the way.

Fighting alongside her is a tall vampire swordsman.

Niu Niu has been somewhat separated from the player group during this period, and seems to have faded out of other people's vision, but this does not mean that Niu Niu has given up on the way of strength. He just wants to spend more time with his girlfriend.

At this moment, it can be seen from the two people's perfect cooperation against several werewolf monsters that Niu Niu has also completed his silver trial, pushing his strength and skills to a higher level, and assisting him in fighting. Amber is also already a Silver Ranger.

She wants to follow Natalie and become a white knight, and the thing she wants to protect is already close at hand.

Uh, no, Niu Niu is a person, not a thing

Uh, that doesn't seem right. Anyway, just understand the meaning.

Regarding Niu Niu and An Bo's love that spans the world, many melon-eaters and lemon-eaters among players have begun to describe them as "dark wind and evil spirits". But under normal circumstances, shouldn't they be called "The Legend of the Condor Heroes"? "What?"

It just so happened that the battle pet that An Bo tamed with the help of Niu Niu was a stunning silver-winged golden eagle.

"How could Heru get himself into such a complicated place?"

Niu Niu killed a werewolf monster with a cool dark step and defeated the enemy. He also charged with an elf-style crescent moon sword and transformed into a bat, knocking away the werewolf that was rushing towards Amber.

He held the sharp blade on the spot and displayed the killer move of Midnight Killer Swordsmanship, and then said to Anbo, who was behind him, back to back:

"Did someone capture him? Has our eldest nephew been tortured by the 18-year-old prison sentence?"

"Can't you say something nice? You dirty stranger."

An Bo complained angrily. Seeing the werewolf sneaking into the shadows and trying to attack while she was changing the magazine of the crossbow, the handsome witch hunter with the pirate eyepatch immediately threw away the crossbow and pulled out the revolver from his waist. There was a cool shot of gun fire, and three lightning shots forced the attacking werewolf back.

"Please help me keep an eye on it. The giant shark taught me a trick before."

Niu Niu saw three difficult werewolves about to encircle him, so he said something to Anbo in onomatopoeia. The reserve white knight nodded, and with his backhand drew out the giant crossbow behind him and turned on the safety.

At the same time, Niu Niu took a deep breath to activate blood thirst, and then activated the "Endless Killing" taught by the giant shark. This shameful move took away one-third of Niu Niu's health bar at the moment of activation, but in exchange for The terrifying power made him accelerate like blood-red lightning in an instant.

In the light of the sword drawn out by the sword, one of the two werewolves near him was killed and the other injured.

This terrifying lethality made the last werewolf decisively turn around and run away. The injured guy wanted to hide and heal himself, but was instantly shot in the head by An Bo with a giant crossbow.

The panting Niu Niu stood up with his sword, and was then helped up by An Bo. But the young man was romantic, and even if he was already bleeding, he still wanted to hug his wife and give her a victory kiss.

But An Bo would be worried about his eldest nephew, so how could he be in the mood for ambiguity?

A kick hit the crook of the cow's leg, and the vampire swordsman grimaced in pain.

"Okay, okay, let's go, let's go, I was wrong, okay?"

Niu Niu took out a bag of blood from the psychic bag and drank it. Following the anxious An Bo, he rushed deep into the corridor. There was no obstacle to the next road, and the explosions and shouts of death that kept ringing nearby represented the army of players and blood alliance hunters. They have already entered the base and are doing ruthless cleanup.

"Here he is! He's in there."

"Step aside!"

Niu Niu swung his sword and struck at it, causing the door lock to explode and then sneaking in with An Bo.

They saw Heru lying on the operating table, not knowing whether he was alive or dead, and a bastard dressed like a cultist next to him was holding a molten sword and raising it high, as if he wanted to execute the poor investigator.

"stop!"

Anbo was anxious.

She has been an orphan since she was a child. She grew up eating hundreds of meals in a hunter's cabin beside the green forest of Antani. Helu's family is her only family. When Helu was recruited by the Tower of Rings, she had promised him His parents will definitely take good care of him. Now that he saw that his eldest nephew was in danger, An Bo immediately drew his gun and shot him.

Old Flynn also closed his eyes and waited for the relief of death.

However, the bullet fired by An Bo only knocked away the sword in Old Flynn's hand. It was not because he did not want to kill him, but when he was about to pull the trigger for the second shot, Niu Niu's finger forcibly blocked it.

"Hey, isn't it too cliche for you to make a plot like this where you immediately beg for death?"

Niu Niu pressed down his girlfriend's wrist and cursed:

"I've watched too many movies, and this situation seems fishy at first sight. If you want to kill people, can you activate the melt sword and then cut it? That thing without a high-temperature blade is just an iron rod, unless you plan to kill poor Helu. Killed by force.

Now, get off the operating table, asshole! "

"Why don't you fucking follow the rules? Kill me, kill me! Why don't you shoot! Do you still want me to beg you?"

Old Flynn was furious.

This was the most perfect ending he had arranged for himself, but being interrupted by Niu Niu made him extremely embarrassed and angry. It was almost like an on-site execution. This made the old cultist furious. He turned around, grabbed a scalpel and rushed towards Niu Niu. .

But in his rage, the old scout forgot the first rule of the scout: never get too close to the enemy.

Especially when the enemy is a reserve sword master.

"boom"

A heavy blow caused Old Flynn to fall to the ground. Niu Niu retracted his armored fist and spat to the side.

Amber had already rushed to check Helu's safety. He was relieved when he found that his eldest nephew was not injured, and patted his face to try to wake him up.

The dazed Helu heard his aunt's voice. He opened his eyes to take a look, and then...

"Whoosh"

The scorching orange-red laser beam flew behind An Bo's hair and penetrated three walls in a row before dissipating as Niu Niu stared at him dumbfounded.

"Holy shit! Psychic Cyclops! Awesome. Close your eyes, bastard! Do you want to kill all your aunt and your uncle? You deserve a beating!"