Chapter 25 Brother Lang who is gradually becoming a god
At 6:30 in the morning of the next day, Bai Lang packed up his backpack. He carried first aid medicine, a small amount of food and water, then a pistol and ammunition. Finally, he hung the rune bat on his waist, left the Spiral Building, and headed towards the agreed-upon location.
Go.
At this time, the sky was gray, the campground was sparsely populated, the street lights were turned off, and wild dogs were eating on the roadside. The humid air was mixed with the smell of decay, which was very refreshing.
Leaving the city wall, we turned two turns and found an abandoned parking lot. Crows were circling and howling in the sky. In the middle of the open space, parked was a modified dilapidated pickup truck with an exaggeratedly deformed bumper and a machine gun installed on the roof.
Installed a layer of anti-biting net.
At this time, three men were sitting on the cargo box playing cards. When they heard Bailang's footsteps, they all looked over.
A burly man with a short upper body, bulging muscles, and a jacket; a thin-faced man wearing camouflage and a hat, holding a cigarette butt; and a man in a fur trench coat with half of his face covered in patterns and a somewhat non-mainstream look.
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The three of them are all white, but they are not surprised by white waves. There are also many yellow-skinned people in the camp.
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"Newcomer?" The muscular man in the jacket spoke first.
"Yes, is this a patrol?"
"This is the third team, welcome. Get in the car first and introduce yourself, Taylor, a part-time Berserker dynamist, codenamed 'Boomerang'."
The strong man reached out and pulled Bailang into the trunk. A large number of rusty chains, several boxes of beer, barbecue grills, dried blood stains, and monster fingers that had not been cleaned were discarded in the trunk. The red skin was obviously produced by Sinking Demon.
of.
Taylor continued to introduce: "This is Johnson, an ammunition expert and part-time driver. You can call him 'Cigarette Butt'."
The thin-faced man in camouflage uniform nodded to Bai Lang, indicating that he knew him.
"My name is Napoli, patrol leader, Druid. Welcome to join. You can call me 'Hunter'."
The last non-mainstream person with half his face tattooed greeted Bailang and then whistled towards the sky. Two strong crows descended from the sky and landed on his shoulders and arms, quacking.
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Then, a crow with pointed eyes landed directly in the back box, picked up the severed finger, and immediately attracted another crow to compete for food. The two crows played and played, pecked the severed finger off in two or two, and swallowed it whole.
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"Summoning?" Bailang asked curiously, thinking of the Druid's skills in the game.
"This is the art of animal taming. If you want to learn it, you must first master 'animal communication'." Napoli explained simply. These two crows are pets he carefully cultivated and have always been with him. They are not conjured out of thin air in the game.
'Summoning'.
"It's your turn. Are you a monk from the East?" Taylor asked curiously.
"No, my name is Bai Lang. I'm just an ordinary person. I haven't decided on a career yet."
"Bai~lang? That's a mouthful. Do you have another name? Or a code name."
After Bailang and others came to this world, they passively became proficient in the language of this planet, and there was no problem in communicating. However, the pronunciation of his name did not conform to the grammar of this planet.
Brother Lang thought for a while and decided to give himself a Western name. The Flash Wallace obviously didn't fit his temperament: "Just call me 'Otland'."
"Stranger? I match you very well. Let's set off!" The captain raised his arms, and the two crows flew high into the sky again, circling to guide the way.
Cigarette opened the door and entered the cab, and the captain sat in the passenger seat. The broken pickup truck only had one row of seats. Taylor asked Bailang to stay in the car while he jumped to the ground and quickly ran towards the wall of the parking lot.
When the vehicle started and drove slowly to the exit in first gear, Taylor held dozens of chains in both hands and dragged a group of zombies over. He asked Bailang to help him fix the chains on the pickup truck, and then climbed into the vehicle.
Immediately, this team headed out of the isolation zone with a group of vicious dogs, as if they were out hunting.
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On the road, the speed of the car was not very fast. The zombies dragged behind the car had flexible legs and feet and could barely keep up when running.
Taylor and Bailang sat in the open-air car and chatted aimlessly, instilling all kinds of common sense into him.
The city has three types of monsters:
The undead, also known as the undead, such as zombies, skeletons, and ghosts, are transformed from corpses corroded by the power of hell. There is no IQ at the bottom, but high-level undead are very smart and can command low-level soldiers. Therefore, high-level undead often have a group
A reliable young man who dares to fight, is not afraid of death, and obeys orders and prohibitions, he is very difficult to deal with.
Mutated beasts are various ferocious beasts and insects on this planet that have been polluted by hell. When humans gave up their position at the top of the food chain, wild animals also began to rise and embarked on different evolutionary directions. There are single bodies that have become saints.
There are giant beasts, and there are also 'rat-men, frog-men, and ape-men' who compete with humans for the dominance of the planet. But the most common ones are the enhanced versions of the demonized beasts.
The most terrifying thing is the 'demon race', which initially refers to the 'hell species' with wisdom and mastery of magic. But as the invasion of hell continues, more and more humans choose to become demonized. In addition, during the invasion of hell species, they also
To meet their physiological needs, they couldn't afford Durex, so they broke reproductive isolation with various animals on the native planet and gave birth to a large number of 'native hybrids'.
The demons have language and civilization, and their "technical field" is far inferior to that of humans, but they have learned a lot of knowledge over the years. However, the invasion of hell has caused the "laws of science and technology" to gradually degrade and become ineffective, and the industrialization of the hell race has also ended without any problem.
Many big figures in the hell camp appreciate the convenience brought by human civilization. Even if the vast majority of human cities are shrouded in sheltered barriers, they are still willing to give up their home field advantage, endure the weakening of restraint, and occupy remote corners of the city, carving out
A nest similar to 'Roger's Camp', life is extremely nourishing.
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"There are many monsters, monsters, and undead in this city, with different levels, forming a huge ecological chain. For humans, everything in the outside world is an enemy. But for these monsters, humans are just a very dangerous part of the diet.
species, they also fight each other, not entirely against humans."
"The task of the patrol is to constantly clean up the territory within a five-kilometer radius. This is the absolute territory of humans, and threatening monsters are not allowed to enter. However, there are always some desperate hungry ghosts who will venture in to look for food, and then it's time to
We're here."
"These zombies? Of course they are our private property. The remuneration for patrolling is too low, so we can cultivate a group of zombies to generate income. Those monsters that were killed, except for a few special organs that are valuable, will basically be discarded. Instead of cheaper ones
It’s better to use garbage to feed zombies, wait for them to plan, and then sell it to corpse collection teams in other camps.”
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The first day of life was extremely fulfilling. Bailang, led by three veterans, ran through various streets and began the adventurous life of a sanitation worker in another world.
The Druid Captain controls two crows to act as 'drone' to detect the environment. They can also communicate with plants and constantly communicate with the trees on the roadside, searching for 'Crispy. A little salty' people who enter the road and break in to make a living.
Monster.
Immediately afterwards came the exciting clearing operation.
Bailang was driven to the shelf, and he rushed to the front line with his "Rune Bat" and started a life-and-death fight with the monster. Fortunately, he had strong restraint in the safe zone and had an experienced driver by his side. He was in danger several times.
In the end, he didn't suffer any fatal injuries?! The worst time was just a seven-eight-centimeter-long wound.
Brother Lang, who gradually adapted to the situation, also became timid.
Relying on the support of an experienced driver, he took the initiative to chase various monsters and mutant beasts, and he was diligent with his hands and feet, performing various sneak attacks, last-ditch attacks, moving corpses, and collecting materials... without any complaints.
The members of the patrol team naturally like him who is a motivated young man who is hard-working and well-spoken, and he does not require extra pay. They are also happy to teach some tips, which can not only improve the work efficiency of the newcomers, but also reduce the workload.
own workload.
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Time flies.
In this way, in the next four days, Bailang was like a sponge, crazily absorbing all kinds of knowledge.
How to cut and collect the most valuable organs in monsters, the correct way to preserve eyeballs, how to use zombies to search for living creatures, simple unlocking techniques & building a safe house in a building, identification of monster types, mutant beast barbecue, shooting skills, trap making
, how to hide oneself, the art of running away...etc.
When he got excited, Taylor simply demonstrated it himself and taught him a few basic 'sword moves' that could be performed with a bat. If Lang hadn't been limited in strength and lack of physical fitness, the other party even wanted to teach him how to use the 'Tomahawk'.
Scoop technique.
In this way, Bailang began to engage in frequent combat work, constantly waving weapons and challenging skeleton soldiers and goat-headed demons. The further away from the camp, the stronger these monsters became. Moreover, there were constantly "high-end goods" breaking in from the outside world, even if
The individual quality of the elite skeleton soldiers is not much weaker than him. They still retain their fighting instincts in life, and it is still dangerous to fight head-on. (If you are a wretched person, Brother Lang can kill ten of them!)
Under Taylor's guidance, Bailang practiced several basic movements such as blocking, rebounding, circling, rolling, and kicking. Although these "postures" are simple and unsightly, they are very practical.
As Bailang gradually became more proficient, he began to learn and use them flexibly. Under the guidance of several experienced drivers, he constantly fine-tuned these 'inherent postures' and modified the way of exerting force. They made them more suitable for him, and finally derived the 'broken knee, broken knee'
Stems, headshots...' and several other exclusive techniques with a strong personal style.
The continuous battles made him feel that his personal combat power had improved by leaps and bounds. Whether it was cold weapon combat or shooting, he had practiced well. Even the main missions were rated [124/300] by him. This was something that the aborigines could not see.
4 keys are also randomly generated.
However, after he exceeded '100' in the main mission, the monsters in the safe zone, regardless of their strength, began to be greatly reduced. The park was hinting to him to get out of the 'safe zone' quickly and challenge stronger monsters.
This made Brother Lang, who was addicted to killing weak chickens, hesitate for a while whether to activate the title of 'Despicable Demon Hunter'? The more he beat these monsters, the more he understood that the function of this 'title' was too powerful!
