[Yharnam 3.2 Proving Ground] is the official name that will be reminded when arriving through normal procedures.
Through the guidance of spiritual hacking methods, Omo, who touched this place by himself, will obviously no longer receive the welcome treatment he received at the beginning, let alone the member treatment that will be automatically transferred after the segmented challenge.
Putting aside those 'gamification' elements, the more realistic trial ground has the feel of a 'World of Blood', especially the buildings in this dream, and even the modeling and rendering of the interior of the buildings are well done. , not lazy at all because the 'customers' most likely won't go there.
Omo, who took off directly and took the shortcut through the broken window, was quite grateful for the thoughtfulness.
Although there are no NPCs in the house, the sense of life is good. There are still a lot of slightly dusty clothes in the wardrobe, which is suitable for changing the clothes of Omo who is covered in blood.
Has it been almost an hour?
With only the big moon hanging in the air and no clock moving, Omer could only estimate the time through his body senses.
As the prototype of the dream, the town of Yannan, or the world of Bloodborne, is a story in a dream, a long dream and a long night.
Perhaps this dream world also pays homage to this. Omer does not expect it to show obvious time advancement. He just uses the freedom here to take shortcuts with the illusion of big shock.
Radiate your eyes and ears from Yanan Town.
To the church, to the bridge, to the village, to the church——
——There is a new Ludwig in the church, which proves that the world has either undergone a reboot or is simply on another server node.
Just like online games will open multiple servers to reduce the burden, the dream world can also be divided in this way, but resources are not so tight here.
Thinking that he didn't see anyone else at the time, Omo guessed that every person entering the room was a separate server.
After all, this is the so-called proving ground, a place where abilities are tested.
At the same time, we must remember that Zhou Jingjing originally called this place a 'research institute', not a training ground.
Such a conflict of names either means that the Sunday Security information is wrong, or there are secrets here that he was not able to access at the beginning.
He is more inclined to the latter. After all, he was kicked in a hurry last time and was confused throughout the whole process. After reviewing, he could not find out the exact information. He could only confirm that the management was like a freshman.
In fact, he can only act based on the latter.
Because if it is the former, this clue will be broken. He should leave this place where there are either madmen, werewolves, or even aliens and monsters now, go to the public dream server to search for Bloodborne Karts, and step on the accelerator immediately!
Go-karts are not as fun as motorcycles... Why don't I try to fall asleep while touching a Beta motorcycle, and then bring the motorcycle into my dream?
With the train running in his mind, Omo changed out of the hunter's coat that smelled of blood.
He still had no weapon in his hand.
Not even the moonlight sword.
Because he didn't kill Ludwig again.
Not only did he not kill him, he didn't even make direct contact with it, but after confirming its existence, he retreated with Ma Niang's shadow.
He retreated to the small town of Yanan, waiting for the rightful owner of this trial.
Yes, he saw it.
There are not only testers in this training ground, but the testers even use dangerous live ammunition firearms.
It's much more outrageous than the style of a flintlock gun.
But when he thought that Ludwig here could spray laser light, and that the saw blade in the monster's hand was occasionally mixed with a chain saw axe, Omer thought that maybe this guy was the one who really understood the version.
The tester, whose skin was as pale as his hair, did not carry any cold weapons. He seemed to be a young gunman who focused solely on shooting. However, he was extremely agile and had experience in gunfights at close quarters.
His senses were even quite sharp, and he was once aware of Omer's peek, but he couldn't determine the location and couldn't catch him.
After all, Omo was observing him when he was besieged by monsters, and they were more than two hundred meters apart, with many ruins obstructing his vision.
But there is a big problem here: that is, this trialist should not appear in a suspected sick village.
Omo's birth point when he first came was Yanan. If the opponent was not the one, he would have been teleported away after a round of fighting, but Omo watched him deal with the enemy lightly but was not teleported.
Instead, he was vigilantly searching for himself.
This guy seems to be treated differently.
He was wearing a hunter's vest and gloves, but without the corresponding boots, coat or even hat. It was as if he had explored the spot like himself, but not completely.
You can't just be a Bloodborne fan and make a reprint, right?
Or do you dislike the full set of styles?
This is not very important. What is important is that this person rushed to the 'Added Version Disease Village' without stopping...
Something's wrong...how did he get transferred here?
It is not difficult to see hunter traps, but the main 'original area' is not here, and it is still remote enough. Omer could not guess this guy's route of action. After further distance, he continued to observe for a few minutes and came up with something. A very subtle conclusion.
This is a road fool.
The tester is not aimless. He had looked into the empty space many times, which was obviously the action of looking at the light screen.
Omo was convinced that he had probably received some message and command, and he checked frequently.
Then just leave the village and circle around.
There is something.
Being so lost, Omer suspected that he was trying to catch him. For this reason, he chose to leave a surveillance spell, and then escaped with his shadow.
The magic eyeball hanging in the air like a magic eye watched the other person continue to circle, while Omer wandered around and explored other parts of the dream world, confirming once again that the management of this trial ground was a novice.
There is still an air wall in this place!
The interior of the church is inaccessible, and the underground passages are impassable. The way back to Yanan is cut off, and the road sealed in the mist cannot be reached by taking off.
I can hit fireballs, so why shouldn’t I be allowed to go there if I have a model!
This is the bad thing about dreams constructed by others. The wild and unconstrained dreams belong to others, not you. You can only share some creativity with the tolerance of others, but you cannot resist the rules of others.
It's not that he can't collide, but he's not sure if it will be useful, not to mention that since he is sneaking in, it will be very troublesome to be discovered.
But when he finished confirming these, he found that although the trialist escaped from the sick village, he wandered into the cave again, and then started spinning again.
He is really awesome!
After all, Omer couldn't hold himself back any longer, so he simply left reminders along the way, guiding him back to Yanan and toward the church with short combinations of words traditional to the Soul series.
All of this can be done offsite, and Omer is always ahead of the other party.
Even at this moment, he forced his way into the house to change his clothes, and then slowly walked to the window sill of the living room. After slightly nodding to the shocked figure who had been obediently standing by the window in compliance with the instructions, you could still see that he had not left yet.
Downstairs, on the street illuminated by moonlight and torches, a slightly thin figure was slowly walking towards the 'bonfire party'.
He was holding the gun case containing the combined gun in his hand.
This picture looks quite subtle.
The slender young man walked towards the tall and ferocious men. The weapons in his hands seemed weak, but Omer had seen with his own eyes how the exquisite gun case was used.
It is a composite weapon that can draw out a pistol, a micro punch, a sniper rifle, and can be extended to form a large ray cannon. It is a high-risk weapon that is both cool and threatening. Those beastly men who only have a tall body cannot withstand a few hits.
It's just that the trial is more or less on the right track.
Omer stared at the one-sided massacre below, and watched him quickly look into the air again. This time, he turned into a stream of light and flew into the distance, in the direction where he walked.
"Come up."
The palm that turned into a sharp claw slapped open the window, and Omer patted the shadow of Ma Niang behind him, and continued the method of moving her before.
Although as the phantom of the Triple Crown horse racer, he was flying above, it was not impossible for the phantom to catch up below, but the movement was really too big.
The top priority is to keep up with the other party quietly.
Let me know what the normal follow-up process will be like.
(End of chapter)
