Nightmare Corrosion

The next day, Yi Ru came to the location of Skynet space and appeared in front of the big ball of light. Only then did Bacon truly believe that instructor Miller was not joking with him. After only three days, he was about to start the second time. Copy trip!

"Bacon, remember what I said, you can do whatever you want in another dimension, but except for one thing, you must not take action against your own people. I mean you can ignore them, drive them away or even beat them up, but Never kill anyone!"

Instructor Miller looked serious. Due to time constraints, he had no time to give instructions one by one. He could only pick the most important ones and said: "Don't take chances or think that your work is perfect. The alien space is called Skynet, not There is no reason!”

"I understand, instructor, but what if someone wants to kill me?"

Bacon also had a serious face. He had been training most of the past three days to master new powers, but in his spare time, instructor Miller also used every opportunity to teach him, making him understand that the alien space is not a real copy of the game after all. Once he dies in it, , that means he is really dead.

And because there are monsters, super life forms, and even other humans entering the alien space, the risk factor is never low, and is many times higher than in the real world.

"Don't kill anyone if you can. If you kill someone accidentally during a counterattack, report it as soon as you come out!"

Instructor Miller thought for a moment and spoke slowly.

"I see!"

After Lu En's overt and covert teachings, Bacon was no longer a white rabbit. After chewing on the words "counterattack and manslaughter" for a while, he suddenly became thoughtful.

"Of course it's not someone who's in one to six innings, and you can just take whatever shots you want."

Instructor Miller added again. Bacon nodded and strode towards the large ball of light suspended in pure white space. The instructor could only look at his back with a worried look between his eyebrows.

In order not to distract Bacon, he did not tell him that there was news that was unfavorable to him in the past few days. If he really met people from other games, the encounter might not be pleasant.

Of course the danger is not there, but he is afraid of being secretly ostracized or even targeted. It depends on how he deals with it.

While he was thinking about it, Bacon had already put the arm armor on his hands, and then disappeared in front of the big ball of light.

No coldness, no shaking.

Bacon only felt that his consciousness was in a trance for a while, and then the smell of grass lingered on the tip of his nose, followed by a soft feeling under his body, and a feeling of moisture came out, wetting his clothes.

He lay down on a piece of grass, and it was also a wet piece of grass!

Without opening his eyes, Bacon understood the environment he was in. Then his eyelids flickered and the surrounding scenery came into view. Sure enough, it was green grass. Three to five meters away, there was a small stream flowing slowly. The water The sound is gurgling.

Bacon stood up directly with both hands. The first thing he checked was his left hand. The original exquisite arm armor had disappeared without a trace, but he did not panic because before he came in, the instructor had already mentioned that due to the rules of the alien space, Different forms of expression of extraordinary power are also different, and the armor will be converted into the corresponding form.

"Then this world."

Bacon felt a heavy weight on his back. He stretched out his hand and touched a rough sword hilt. Then with a clang, he pulled out a broad sword half a man's length. There were bloody lines and ravines on the sword, and the hilt was covered with blood. It is a scarlet eye, lifelike.

"It changed into the form of a weapon, a big sword!"

Just holding the hilt of the sword, Bacon felt a force filling his body, and could activate the ability to absorb life at any time. He also felt confident in his heart. The only worry was that he didn't know much about swordsmanship at all, so he might not be able to exert it. The subtlety comes from it.

The rules of each alien space are different. The same power has different forms of expression, and there are also differences. For example, compared with a swordsman and Bacon, with the same weapon, the swordsman is naturally more powerful. Power is dead, but the person who uses it is alive.

"But it's not bad, it's acceptable."

Bacon did not put the sword back into its scabbard, but just held it in his hand and tried swinging it a few times, and it felt okay.

He heard from Instructor Miller that some extraordinary powers in other dimensions are expressed in the form of ethereal magic and fighting spirit. That is the real cheat. The power flows in the body, but it is extremely difficult to use it. It is said that if you want to Casting a magic spell is more difficult than the last few math questions in the college entrance examination. Once encountering this kind of alien space, even top academics will cry out.

This is also the reason why most newcomers choose among the military and students, and they cannot be too old, because this is the stage when learning ability is strongest, and they can adapt to any form of power quickly.

After feeling the power, Bacon looked up and looked around, and as expected, he found several figures scattered around, each with a weapon on their back, and one of them was actually carrying a big bow, and his pupils shrank slightly.

This kind of long-range weapon, if you can use it, is a veritable killer weapon, taking advantage of the boss, but if you can't figure out the trick, the power is not as direct as a fire stick.

While his gaze was wandering, these people had gradually woken up. They did not make a fuss or make a fuss. Instead, they behaved the same way, first checking their weapons, and then observing their surroundings.

Of course there are occasional complaints.

"I'm actually a thin sword, I must be so unlucky!"

"It's even worse for me. It's actually a hammer. It looks so frustrating!"

"Hahaha, my weapon is actually a bow!"

The figure carrying the big bow suddenly laughed out loud.

"Can you use a bow?"

Someone next to him brightened up.

"No!"

"Then what are you laughing at?"

"Because I'm so sad, I can't even cry!"

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There were six people who woke up one after another. No matter what they thought in their hearts, at least on the surface they were harmonious and started talking to each other, but when it was Bacon's turn, there were some problems.

"My name is Bacon, from the fifth game!"

Just like before, after Bacon introduced himself, he found that as soon as he finished speaking, the eyes of others suddenly fell on him, with curiosity, rejection, and even hostility.

"Are you the guy who ate alone in the assessment copy and made everyone else fail the mission?"

A muscular young man pushed everyone aside and walked forward, not hiding his hostility: "I've heard of you, you are a sinister, cunning, selfish guy. I won't cooperate with you anyway, because I don't trust you!"

"Me too!"

"Count me in!"

"And me!"

Bacon was confused, but the people around him were like he had a plague, and they quickly stepped back, isolating him in an instant, and he stood alone in the same place.

At this time, Skynet's mission also appeared in time and flooded into everyone's mind.

"Number: 9527"

"Mission objective: Help the townspeople resist the attacks of vampires!"

"If the mayor/sheriff dies, or the number of townspeople killed exceeds 20, the mission will be considered a failure. At least two low-level vampires must be killed!"

"Mission reward: Source Gold (locked), Source Stone (probability drop)"

"Failure penalty: Deduct Source Gold (2) and the corresponding Source Stone. If the amount is insufficient, it will be deducted from the Source Gold weapon."