The Uncanny Valley Travel Guide

The battle came to an end, and the mad angel uttered the roar of landslides and tsunami, but the situation had already fallen to the player's side irretrievably. The last blow of the plasma light cannon shook the world, and finally smashed it into a mass of disintegrated white light, falling in all directions .

[Twilight of the Gods·Mad Angel's repelling battle, the number of times completed: 8]

[Congratulations to all the players in the fourth transfer station: Haihe Ghost City, who got a halftime break at 6:0:0, the countdown starts now. 】

The little man's face was full of joy, and he let out a cheer: "Great...it's a success!"

The rest of the people also showed joy beyond words, and patted each other on the shoulders of their companions to show mutual encouragement.

He Qin said: "You guys go to the mall to get things, time is precious, so you don't need to lead the way."

The little man was taken aback: "Huh?"

With an indifferent smile on He Qin's lips, he gently squeezed his two fingers together, and a paper... blank check was shaken out of thin air.

Everyone watched his every move inexplicably, not knowing what he was going to do.

He Qin handed this piece of paper to the little man, and said, "Give this to the automatically generated NPC in the mall, any one will do."

The little man was still at a loss, not understanding what he was trying to do.He glanced at the check in his hand, there was no amount, no seal, only a solitary, flamboyant signature at the bottom.

"Oh, oh, okay." He murmured in his heart, waved his arms, and directed the team members to head towards the mall. He Qin was right, every minute and every second of the six hours he fought so hard for Both are precious.

Hua Ying restrained his wings, landed from the sky full of gunpowder smoke to the ground, took the rag Guan Zhiyu had wiped his face, wiped the dirt on his chest and back, and walked to the base camp in disgrace. Guan Zhiyu yelled: "Oh, I wiped my face!"

"I will pay you ten times later," Hua Ying walked forward without looking back. He won a battle, but he was not happy at all, "Where is Wen Shu?"

"I asked her to rest first." Qiu Boyi said, "Anyway, she doesn't need to worry about the maintenance of the machine."

Huaying's large metal wings were folded over his shoulders, like two exquisitely crafted shells. Richardson stared at him and asked, "What's the breakage rate?"

Hua Ying paused for a moment, but said nothing, and the eyes of the two assistants behind him also floated up, and the meaning of escape was self-evident.

"President Hua," Richardson repeated, "what's the breakage rate?"

Hua Ying faltered: "Uh, if you ask that, I will also..."

Richardson's red hair is like a gloomy and rusted flame, and his reddish-brown eyeballs are staring at Hua Ying without blinking. The deep eyes and high nose inherent in Westerners make his gaze even more oppressive: "The more desperate you are, the more desperate you are." , the more we must face difficulties and problems as soon as possible.”

Hua Ying took a sip of water, let out a sigh of relief from his chest, and then said slowly: "... there are eighty scouts left, the vanguards and air cavalry are scrapped, and the security forces are left. the most……"

"How much?" Richardson asked quietly.

Guan Zhiyu shared a little pressure for the chairman in time, and replied: "About 280."

Richardson said: "From the first battle to the present, almost 95% of the damage has been destroyed. Now, we have very little reconstruction funds that can be purchased in the mall... I am sorry, President Huaying."

Huaying waved his hand weakly, and said dejectedly: "It's useless to say this now, everyone is poor if they want to be poor. How many players are left in the city?"

While they were talking, the backbone of DK returned to the base camp one after another. Hearing his question, the Miao girl beside Richardson picked up the silver bracelet on her snow-white arm. Her eyes were blue as deep as night, like two Wang Diao's will-o'-the-wisps make people dare not look at them more.

"Li Jiuniang." Richardson called her name.

Li Jiuniang also has a high nose and deep eyebrows. However, her appearance is different from that of Westerners, and she has a mysterious air of wild and alien race.She bent her plump red lips, and the silver tassels hanging from her black temples moved without wind, making a crisp and crisp sound: "There is less than [-]% left."

"...Less than [-]%." Hua Ying breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, that's great! This is the best news, [-]% will move out within six hours, and the rest will fight with us. Backing away... the fourth transfer station, let's leave it to the silly mad angel, the players don't care."

"I'm afraid the plan won't keep up with the changes." Richardson nodded slightly.

Li Jiuniang's eyes suddenly became sharp.

The dark blue color suddenly stirred up in her pupils, it didn't look like a will-o'-the-wisp, but more like a deadly poison. The green scorpion jumped on her shoulder, and its long tail and body stretched into a curved bow. Shouted and asked: "Who?!"

The hand that came to push the barrier stopped in mid-air, and then smiled and said, "I'm careless, but I didn't notice the little bugs on the ground... Hello, President Huaying."

When Hua Ying heard this familiar voice, he didn't dare to recognize it for the first time. He was stunned for a moment, and then turned around suddenly: "Oh my God! It's He... Boss! Dad! You are hot!!"

With a smile on his face, He Qin turned his body to one side, avoiding the sudden attack of his nose and tears: "Becoming a father suddenly, that's not necessary."

Qiu Boyi and Guan Zhiyu hurried up and carried the embarrassing chairman down. Guan Zhiyu looked behind him and saw no one else: "Just... you are the only one here?"

He Qin said: "Ning Ning, say hello to an old friend?"

A silver-blue light curtain suddenly popped up in mid-air, and Wen Zheliu's holographic bust emerged from it to be scanned. He looked at Hua Ying who was about to pass out from excitement, and showed a big smile: "President Hua, it's been a long time! Gone!"

Qiu Boyi moved a little closer, and was very interested in this device: "This is... a coordinate locator? No, this is based on a coordinate locator, plus a real-time scanning and monitoring synchronization system... Not bad, quite It can be changed!"

Wen Zheliu also smiled at him, and took the initiative to explain: "The four of us came out of the sixth world, and we are scattered, so we can only communicate in this way... Where is Miss Xue, is she not here?"

"Hmm... ah, ah," Qiu Boyi came back to his senses, and hurriedly stood up straight, "These days, she has been exhausted a lot, and we asked her to rest quickly when she was on the battlefield... Fortunately, Mr. He is here! Otherwise, we may have to suffer a little more."

The arrival of No. [-] in the world is like a shot in the arm, allowing players who are still stationed in Haihe Ghost City to see the hope of unloading their burdens in the continuous, nearly suffocating battles.

Richardson saw that they were almost talking about the old days, so he came up and extended his hand to He Qin: "Mr. He Qin, hello."

"Hello," He Qin shook hands with him, turned his eyes slightly, and said, "I heard just now that less than [-]% of the players have not left, is it?"

Seeing that he wasn't the type used to being polite, Richardson also breathed a sigh of relief, and answered bluntly: "Yes, the six out-of-city portals, the mad angels destroyed five of them, and only one was saved by our concentrated firepower." Yes. After all, there is no end to the ghosts it can summon, but we are all flesh."

"It's understandable." Wen Zheliu said, "You've worked hard too, so leave the rest to him."

He Qin smiled and rolled his eyes, and his low voice reached Wen Zheliu's ear through Xingjie: "Little piggy, I haven't spanked your butt yet, but you will send your brother instead?"

Wen Zheliu coughed, blushed a little, and said back: "You don't plan to care, then what are you doing here, sightseeing?"

"The help is definitely going to help, the checks have been issued," He Qin pretended to be nonchalant, but in fact, he showed himself secretly in front of Wen Zheliu like a male peacock with its tail open, and said, "It took my money." Money, doesn’t that count as help?”

As soon as the words fell, a group of nerd boys from the Inquisition Society rushed in, crying bitterly: "President! President! Go to the mall to grab things!"

Hua Ying was taken aback: "Why, I'm not afraid that the Dharma King will give you a severe shock, are you finally crazy?!"

In the Ragnarok version, the guard NPC in the shopping mall has also been updated. Anyone who dares to steal something, regardless of level or identity, will be shocked to death before being thrown out. Therefore, he is nicknamed the "Lightning King" by the players. .

"No! No!" The little brother ran out of breath, and finally shouted out: "Limited time six hours for free...free! All, all materials, props and decoration sets...all free!!"

"..." Wen Zheliu complained: "The money they spent in the mall ended up in your pocket..."

"The most important thing is not the result, it's the executive officer who gave them this authority," the executive officer said with a leisurely smile, "Isn't that called helping?"

Hua Ying shook his head like an electric shock, staring at He Qin with burning eyes.

"Don't look at me." He Qin raised both hands, "I didn't do anything."

Timely interrupted Huaying's long and effusive words about praising the benefactor and praising the reborn parents, the base camp was empty, and all of them went to the mall to make purchases for six hours, and the only one left was Richardson Gary.

There was silence all around, Richardson smiled and said, "He Qin...Mr., or the CEO of Nova City?"

Wen Zheliu looked at the red-haired German in surprise, He Qin said calmly, "What's the matter?"

"Can I understand your reply as an admission?" Richardson said, and before He Qin could say anything, he laughed again, "No, rather than admitting, it's better to say that you never You have concealed your identity."

He Qin lightly stroked the star ring in his hand, the curvature of his lips remained unchanged: "I use my real name for everything I do, and I really have nothing to hide."

"There are as many people who know your real name as stars, but how many people have seen your real face?" Richardson shook his head, "However, thank you for your generosity and help."

"You're welcome!" Wen Zheliu said before He Qin could speak, "This is what he should do, a leader, ha ha."

Little heartless, he heard He Qin laughing and scolding himself in his heart.

Slightly slightly!Wen Zheliu sticks out his tongue to attack.

Go back and deal with you, He Qin finished threatening without deterrence, turned to Richardson and said: "The cause of Ragnarok is not that simple, since you have decided to abandon the fourth transfer station, then take the supplies from the mall and withdraw to Let’s go to the rest of the transfer station.”

"Shenzao and Lingxiao both welcome you." Wen Zheliu added in a timely manner, "I believe that other big groups will also make the same choice as them."

Richardson smiled wryly: "We don't have to worry about retreating, so, who will deal with the mad angel?"

He Qin casually wiped the knife handle which was spotless and blood-stained, and said, "Me."

Richardson nodded: "Who will deal with the large number of ghosts that may appear at the portal?"

He Qin said: "Me."

Richardson was silent for a moment, and asked again: "Who will do the final aftermath, after the great migration, destroy the only remaining portal?"

He Qin raised his sharp eyebrows, his eyes full of self-evident banter.

"You." Richardson sighed, "Okay, I get it. Could this be the courage and ability that a leader needs?"

"These days, you are also very tired." Wen Zheliu looked at them with concern, looking around the temporary base camp, "Try your best to conserve your strength, don't consume yourself anymore."

"My only request to you," He Qin continued lazily, "is that you don't hold back. Run as fast as you can."

After Huaying snapped up the purchase, he ran back happily and said, "Enough is enough! The warehouse is exploding, and the Mechanical Legion is expected to be rebuilt. It's getting better!"

"It's too time-consuming to completely rebuild. You don't need to fully restore your combat power," He Qin said. "It's enough for you to protect yourself."

"Ah?" Hua Ying looked at him stupidly, "What do you mean?"

Wen Zheliu pointed to the time on the optical brain: "The countdown is six hours, and there are five hours and 22 minutes left. After cleaning the mall, hurry up and organize the migration of players, and tell them not to be greedy."

"In 22 minutes," He Qin said indifferently, "I will close the unlimited free access to the mall, and I don't need to notify them of this news. Get ready and open the portal as soon as possible."

His golden pupils emitted a light that was cold enough to cut through the world. Hua Ying closed his mouth unconsciously, not daring to ask any more questions, and hurriedly turned around, busy with Richardson about the player migration.

"How are you doing over there?" Everything was quiet, He Qin stared at Wen Zheliu's virtual image, and asked.

Wen Zheliu said: "Li Rong wants to take the lead with Yuhong and organize a full-scale counterattack."

There was a hint of a smile on the corner of He Qin's mouth, he said: "There are three remaining worlds, do they want to clean them up together?"

"Yes," Wen Zheliu said in a low voice, "I don't doubt their abilities, but I'm afraid of He Rui."

The moon ring at the root of the finger emits scorching light and heat. He Qin's eyes are deep, like thousands of stars and stars revolving in the ancient universe. With a slight movement of his hand hanging by his side, he knows when he hears Zhe Liu that he wants to hug her. he.

"Baby," He Qin called him softly, as if he was still the little newcomer who had just entered the uncanny valley and would lead every step of the way, "Are you afraid of him...why?"

"I don't know, I just have this premonition." Wen Zheliu said, "Gam, Skur, Hati, Hela, Fenrir, Jormungandr... all of his people are dead, now Who is left?"

"Ymir, Surtur, and Nigelhold." He Qin said.

Wen Zheliu said: "This is the strange part. On the surface, we are indeed getting closer to victory step by step, but you and I both know that their death is really strange, so I am afraid, I always have a hunch... The truth behind this requires us to lose something in order to gain it."

"Don't be afraid." He Qin said, "I understand that loss is always frightening, but more often than not, fear is also an act of no avail."

"Brother, aren't you afraid?" Wen Zheliu asked.

He Qin held down the handle of the knife and walked out.

"Not afraid," he said, "as long as you can hold your hand, I have nothing to lose."