Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
On the fifth floor of the commercial building, in a room with a bigger field of view.
“Watch out, a Tyrant is coming!” Standing on the balcony, Nightingale holding two submachine guns called out in a cold voice which was sent to the ears of the others through the Agent channel.
“Hey, come on, I can’t wait.” Beside him, Big Pineapple smiled smugly.
Although he was wearing alloy armor, standing before him was a six-barreled electric-control heavy machine gun made of an unknown black alloy, with a height of more than half a meter excluding the tripod, and with a barrel of an entire close to 80-centimeter length.
The Hellish Meat-Grinder, a Level 50 Rare machine gun that Big Pineapple and Feng Luo had gotten in the Death Hunter Island battle royale mission.
It had attack with rad reconnaissance and very high-quality “pass-through” Rare attributes.
“The speed is truly fast, hope it can work.” Onishi was holding onto the Eye of the Thunder, half-squatted at a spot on the tenth floor, his face grave.
“Prepare for battle!” Facing another direction on the same floor, Feng Luo was also staring closely through the Eye of the Thunder scope.
His line of sight followed the Tyrant that was the first to appear over 70 meters away, which had a mechanical spider with eight blinking red claws on its chest. It was roaring as its silhouette leaped between the buildings.
At the same time, the rifle muzzle had shifted slightly.
“Ping!”
Less than one second after he spoke, the Eye of the Thunder produced a low rumble.
A boiling hot D-grade double armor-breaking bullet flew out from the rifle, spinning at high-speed towards the various types of bloodstained corpses; flying 700 meters through the apocalyptic ruined Silvermoon City sky. It hit the chest of a Level 45 Tyrant which had just leapt onto the roof of a short building.
“-1045!”
“-3755!”
The Tyrant had two damage coefficients and a fist-sized bullet-hole appeared in its chest.
This shot regretfully had not hit its heart, its critical point.
When Tyrants were moving and jumping at high speed, and for a bullet to travel a distance of over 700 meters, it took close to one second for the bullet to reach the Tyrant. Any longer, it would be possible to make some mistake.
Howl!
This Tyrant running at the forefront let out an enraged howl after being hit in the chest by Feng Luo’s shot. The wound in its chest had instantly started to contract and heal, though the speed was still a bit reduced by the impact force of the bullet.
“Ow, ow!”
Three or four other Tyrants had already jumped past its side and charged towards the direction of the base.
Between the floors below, more silhouettes of similarly tall and fit mechanic spider-people with their greenish-grey chests embedded with a blinking red light emerged.
A shot and an enraged howl directly opened the prologue of this battle between players and Tyrants.
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“Boom!”
A Federation camp Scout player located on the second floor had just shot a string of bullets from his submachine gun.
An enraged Level 50 Tyrant reached out its gigantic claws to grab a levitating vehicle by the road side and flung it over, smashing right through the window and landing hard on the player and his submachine gun.
“Earth Wall!”
The Energy converter in the hand of a Veterans Tribe Earth Manipulator flashed in a bright light and an Earth wall suddenly appeared before a Level 47 Tyrant on the ground, blocking it.
“Boom!”
The high-level Energy Earth wall was completely ignored by the Tyrant as it destroyed it; the legs that were entirely two or three times the size of normal legs bent down and with a burst of energy, leaped from within the dispersing Earth Energy to not far from the player’s side on the third floor.
“Plop!”
As its enormous body landed on the ground, it made the entire room tremble. It lifted a claw and swiped at the slightly panicking Earth Manipulator, sending him flying with his Energy forcefield.
“Quick, close-combat professions, go forward and block the Tyrant. Long-range professions, all-out output! Medic, where’s the medic? Hurry up with the injections!” On the first floor, the Veterans Tribe commander Old Gun was yelling.
With the communication channel suffering from serious disruptions, he could only yell to command the surrounding people to engage in battle.
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“Medics do injections, Heavy Armored Warriors bring out your shields. Watch your formation, be careful of their attacks!” At the same time, in the internal channel of the Roaring Dragon Mercenary Group, reinforcement players who had already moved to the last street similarly sounded in the commander Roaring Dragon Seven Kills’ strained, icy-cold voice.
“Hey, Leader Seven Kills, you’re too careful. The Federation camp people have already been dispersed by the Tyrants, it’s not possible for them to have remaining power to come stop us anymore. From how the image looks, I feel that just with these Tyrants, they would all be killed.” The Scout player who was previously speaking with Roaring Dragon Lightwind was now standing beside Seven Kills.
The SUV combat uniform on him was the same as Feng Luo’s, but did not have any trace of damage. And on the tactical vest at his chest hung a sci-fi version submachine gun that was clearly more eye-catching.
He was pointing at the images on the control instrument before Roaring Dragon Seven Kills, taken by the mechanic spiders on the Tyrants’ chests, smiling as he spoke.
“This sounds very logical, but the Tyrants are very precious, Leader instructed that we try our best not to make losses here. Right now, we’re going to charge in. But Xing Shao, why don’t you stay here first, come in only when the situation inside is more stabilized?” Seven Kills’ eyes were initially staring at the images, but when the Scout player was speaking, he had to raise his head and give him eye contact.
“There’s no need to with my equipment. Besides that Sniper player with Legendary equipment couldn’t possibly kill me. With Leader Seven Kills’ ability, even if it was that Sniper, he definitely couldn’t possibly kill you. These Tyrants are powerful, this Tyrant has actually defeated a small team so quickly. Leader Seven Kills, no wonder you were chosen to merge the Tyrant’s virus, these Federation camp players invading the base only have a part in being killed by Tyrants.” This player known as “Rui Shao” or “Xing Shao” shook his head, his face full of self-confidence.
He spoke laughing as he pointed at the most gory of the 20 images in the air projected by the control instrument, a Level 50 Tyrant which had just used both hands to rip the head of a Federation camp Manipulator player.
“Poof!”
At that moment, the image which he was pointing at suddenly turned black. Below the image, a red warning message flashed past, “Subject no.004 biochemical weapon had died.”
“Died?” The young Scout froze, then his face turned dark.
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“Boom!”
At an entrance on the third floor, with one hand, Aida in a dark red skin-tight leather coat lightly replaced the gigantic left-handed revolver that had been emptied of bullets.
In front of her, the Level 48 Tyrant which had just become outraged and killed seven or eight Federation camp players fell heavily to the ground with its back facing her, its splattering blood staining the entire mechanic spider.
