Three or four turbid dogs rushed towards them. They became more uglier and more ferocious as they became violent. Their mouths were wide open and their sharp fangs were covered with corrosive mucus.
Even though a big hole was penetrated in his chest, Control No. 1, who was half kneeling on the ground, still waved the other half of his arm with difficulty, trying to continue killing the enemy.
However, the second blue beam of the sniper rifle shot straight down from the cliff, destroying the other half of Control No. 1's arm.
Control No. 1, who had completely lost all resistance, was bitten by a turbid dog on the waist, and a series of sharp thorns from the turbid snake pierced into her chest. Control No. 1 was overwhelmed by the monster, and was bitten off at the waist, leaving only He lowered his upper body and fell to the ground.
Seeing that Control No. 1 had lost its combat effectiveness, the Zhuohe monster gave up, stepped on the wreckage of Control No. 1, and continued to attack other servitors.
Without Control No. 1, even if the servitor troops had a new command, they would soon be shot dead by snipers on the cliff. In less than a few minutes, fifty servitors would be completely at the sharp end of the evil monster. Under the sharp teeth and claws, it became a wreck.
The deacon of the Black Fire Gang on the cliff finally nodded with satisfaction, and then he controlled the skull in his hand again. These evil monsters turned into red mist and began to dissipate, and finally returned to the skull.
But looking at the color of the skull, the red light on it is much dimmer than before. It must have consumed a lot of energy.
"Quick, start the recycling operation!"
Under the order of the deacon, more than thirty members of the Black Fire Gang who had been waiting on the cliff immediately used ropes to descend one after another. Their eyes were filled with greed and excitement. Looking at the wreckage of these servitors, it was as if they were looking at the ground. of gold.
Many of them, like engineers, used various prepared tools to cut up the remains of the servitors. It was obvious that this was not their first time, and they were already familiar with the process.
Weapon parts were taken out from the wreckage one after another by the members of the Black Fire Gang and recovered. Looking at the increasingly substantial tactical backpacks filled with servitor weapons, the deacon smiled happily. This job was a success. Looking back, I estimate I can become the deputy leader in the gang.
I just don't know what the "big plan" is when the leader suddenly wants so many weapons. Even he can only vaguely know that it seems to be to fight a certain company?
Just when the deacon was still dreaming about promotion and wealth, a sudden cry of surprise came from the member of the Black Fire Gang at the far end. It was the younger brother who had pity on the servitor before, and he was looking at the deacon in a panic at the moment. Yell at the top of your lungs.
"Boss, put it away! Put that prop of yours away quickly!"
Put the props away?
Soon the deacon knew why the younger brother asked this, because he saw the younger brother who had just run halfway, and before he could say anything else, a sharp barb shot directly from his back and penetrated his chest. , stained with large blood stains.
He looked at the barb stuck in his chest with reluctance. It was the tail stinger from the turbid snake. Even if he ran for his life, he was not willing to leave behind it. It was full of weapon parts, and finally the corpse and the servitors. Like the wreckage, it fell to the ground.
Such a change immediately caused panic and commotion in the Black Fire Gang. They discovered that another evil monster appeared from the other side of the canyon.
"Boss, hurry up! Turn off your props!"
Many members of the Black Fire Gang shouted at the deacon. They thought that the evil monster that appeared was induced and summoned by the props in the deacon's hand just like before.
But only the deacon broke out in cold sweat on his forehead, and the hand holding the skull was shaking more and more. He was very sure that this "relic of the past" was not running, which could only mean that this was in the dream of No. 0, real. of strange tides.
At this time, the only thing that can save them is the servitor, but obviously this hope has been extinguished by their own hands.
"Tooth dream!"
"I'm out of a dream, please let me out of a dream!"
"Tu Meng! Damn it! Tuo Meng ahhh!"
"It's too late, come on."
Flesh and blood flew everywhere. In front of the strange tide, the thirty gang members were like ants trampled to death by an elephant. Their flesh and blood were torn to pieces by strange dogs, and their limbs became food in the mouthparts of a turbid snake.
The difference between Dream Zero and other dreams is that everything that happens in the dream will be fed back to reality with real feelings. Even if it is brain-dead, it will first endure the pain of being torn apart.
With only half of her body left in the wreckage of Control No. 1, her eyes were already filled with blurred vision, and all the data were reporting errors, but fortunately, the core black box seemed to be still functioning as usual.
She tried hard to reach out to her unrecognizable face with her hands, as if she wanted to touch her lips again, but the bionic skin there had long been broken, leaving only the cold mechanical skeleton.
"May the glory of the great emperor last forever"
After the intermittent synthesized sound sounded, half of the body of Control No. 1 turned into a huge beam of light like the sun, and then the fiery energy swept through the entire canyon, destroying the evil monsters and the corpses of the gangsters in the explosion.
base.
Factories stand here, and the assembly line engineering is equipped with various parts. After going through several complicated links, brand new servitors will eventually be reconstructed from the end of the workshop.
[No. 17639, thank you for your contribution to Dream Zero. This is your 1282nd reconstruction. You shoulder the important responsibility of maintaining the peace and stability of Dream Zero. You will continue to engage in glorious battles]
On the top display screen in the workshop, a line of text appeared, which is what every servitor will see when it is born.
"May the glory of the Emperor last forever." All the new servitors stood upright with one hand on their chests in front of the words.
No. 17639 is no exception.
After that, the base will assign the whereabouts of the servitors. This is completely random. Soon it was the turn of machine No. 17639, which was displayed on the big screen in the workshop.
[No. 17639, your aircraft model is: control aircraft, you will be assigned to the Dragon War Zone, coordinate position: GY-28, look forward to your heroic performance]
After the base was assigned, it was time for the servitors to take action, but this time, control machine No. 17639 stood still and did not move.
[No. 17639, your allocation has been issued, please go to the designated area immediately. Repeat, please go immediately]
"Application No. 17639 was submitted, requesting a modification of the war zone allocation." The blindfolded servitor interrupted the workshop screen in front of him.
The screen seemed surprised by the behavior of No. 17639. No, to be precise, this was beyond its automatic program's understanding. After a while, the text on the screen appeared again.
【warn! No. 17639, please describe the reason for your application, otherwise you will be regarded as a defective product and will be reconstructed twice]
Rows of footsteps sounded, and soon four or five servitors were dispatched from the base and surrounded No. 17639.
"Report, No. 17639's previous data contains a lot of experience in the Witch War Zone. No. 17639 believes that entering the Witch War Zone can exert greater tactical value, and requests the base's approval."
After the reason for No. 17639 was stated, the base was silent for a longer time than before. After that, the servitors surrounding No. 17639 were evacuated and four words were given on the screen.
【application passed】
No. 17639 saluted the base screen, then turned and left, spreading the wings behind him, and quickly headed to the reassigned Witch War Zone.
During the flight, number 17639 was actually performing calculations on its own.
Calculate why she made this request, and why she has an inexplicable obsession with the Witch War Zone?
However, she has no relevant memory, because after each death, they will erase all previous data and format them into brand new servitors.
No.
Maybe there's something a little unusual?
Number 17639, who was flying, touched his lips with his hand.
She didn't remember that this action was recorded in their program, and this action didn't seem to have anything to do with the battle, and was even a drag.
What's this?
No. 17639 searched her system many times, but could not find its source, until her hand inadvertently crossed her chest, and finally stopped at the fake bionic heart.
She has an intuition, yes, for the mechanical species, the word "intuition" is the least relevant.
It seems that this data is.
From here?
