"Hey... are all of these..." Feng Bujue already had a conjecture in his mind, but this conclusion was too disappointing, so he still wanted to confirm it with R2 with a sense of luck.
"Yes, they are all derivatives of the source organization." r2 continued: "But you don't have to worry too much, the sandbox is only for third-level and fourth-level derivatives. And at this time, third-level derivatives
They have all left, they are all Level 4."
"Even if they are all level four..." Feng Bujue said, "There are so many..."
"This is just a part, the total number is far more than this." r2 said: "The world of South Park includes the entire earth, as well as hell, paradise, fantasy continent, and some alien planets with intelligent life forms... And the sandbox
Every place can theoretically accommodate derivatives."
"Oh, just tell me that I'm going to die." Feng Bujue responded calmly.
"Hmm..." r2 thought for a few seconds: "Indeed... judging from the strength of your data, there is a high chance that you will be killed even under my protection."
While they were talking, the dozens of derivatives of the source organization had already taken steps to surround them.
The intelligence of level four derivatives is only slightly higher than that of ordinary scenario bosses, and they are basically equivalent to intelligent robots like the Terminator. In this sandbox created by the source organization, the behavior patterns of their members may not be fixed.
But the purpose is only... to destroy as much data as possible except for the companions.
If they are vultures, then Feng Bujue, with such special data, is like a fresh corpse. From a very far away place, he can attract a large group of eager predators...
"Let's do this...I'll give you two skills to defend yourself." Facing dozens of approaching enemies, R2 still calmly said to Feng Bujue.
Brother Jue was stunned after hearing this: "Can you create skill cards out of thin air?"
"Of course not." r2 said, "But I can directly instill the skill data into you." As he said this, he stretched out a finger and gently placed it on Feng Bujue's forehead.
Three seconds later, r2 withdrew his hand: "Okay."
Feng Bujue didn't feel anything, nor did he see any abnormalities such as bright lights. "Is this the end?" he muttered. He opened the game menu, and unexpectedly, he actually had two more skills in his skill bar.
.
The first is the movement skill classified under combat specialization:
The second one is pure fighting skills:
"These two are practical skills that match your data strength and have no cooldown time." r2 said: "Rely on these two moves. You should be able to..."
"Is there anything else?" Feng Bujue interrupted immediately before the other party finished speaking.
How could he miss such a good thing? This skill is completely free, and it can be used directly by himself. This is much more efficient than drawing skill cards.
"The overly complex capabilities do not match your data." r2 replied.
"That is to say...you can't directly instill those skills into me that I haven't met the learning conditions yet," Feng Bujue said.
"Yes." r2 said.
"The lower-level skills are also good, I want them too." Feng Bujue said again.
At this time, the fourth-level derivatives walking in the front had reached a distance of three meters in front of r2. R2 turned towards the n-shaped opening and replied: "The two I gave you are already mine.
It’s the lowest level skill to master.”
Before he finished speaking, R2 kicked to the side again, and a huge force rushed out from the opening like a tiger coming out of its cage, blasting the derivative at the front into smithereens, while the two people behind him were each thrown into pieces.
Losing half of their bodies, they fell to the ground. Their mutilated bodies quickly turned from flesh and blood into data fragments, and gradually dissipated.
"Uh...doesn't it matter if you kill your own kind like this?" Feng Bujue asked. Thinking from someone else's perspective was also one of his habits.
"Didn't I say that I have a different stance from the source organization, so this is a war..." r2 replied calmly, "Also...as a human being, don't you feel ashamed to ask such a question?
?" He paused and then continued: "In your dimension, human beings are one of the very few creatures on the entire planet that can kill each other. Your history is almost a history of war; you will also vent your anger in order to satisfy your desires.
Hatred and even interest make you kill others of your own kind." He looked back at Feng Bujue: "Even in the 'games' for your entertainment, isn't killing the most common theme?"
"Brother, I was wrong, just think I didn't ask..." Feng Bujue really didn't expect that when he communicated with a non-human, highly intelligent life form, he would be repeatedly slapped in the face with irrefutable words.
"Leave here with me first..." r2 said as he walked out, "Let's talk again when we get to a relatively safe place."
call--
At this moment, I saw an oil tanker flying from mid-air and landing on R2.
This was lifted and thrown by five level four derivatives together. It seems that these guys switched to long-range combat after witnessing the results of the close combat with the three companions.
The black shadow gradually grew larger in r2's pupils, indicating that the oil tanker was approaching. Even if r2 could not be killed at this time, the derivatives of the source organization would immediately launch long-range attacks to cause the oil tank to explode.
"I'm offended." r2 suddenly said this.
At this moment, Feng Bujue's heart skipped a beat. He understood that this sentence was meant for him...
Sure enough, before his body had time to react, R2 grabbed Feng Bujue by the collar and dragged him to the door of the shopping mall. Before it was over, in less than half a second, R2 used a
A strange force threw him into the air directly above.
Feng Bujue jumped straight up like a firework rising into the sky. If the other party hadn't just taught him a move, he would have really doubted what r2 was doing.
Sticking to the wall in front of the shopping mall, Feng Bujue flew straight into the sky. And the oil tanker arrived at the end of the parabola almost at the same time.
boom--
r2 was smashed, and it wasn't over yet. Among the derivatives of the source organization, several members armed with weapons or long-range skills had begun to unleash firepower on the oil tanks...
