"I said... should you consider getting a car or something?" When Feng Bujue spoke, he was running behind r2 on the messy streets.
The two had left the shopping mall for some time. After returning to the main road of the town, R2 took Feng Bujue and started running to the north of the town.
"I know you want to save some energy, but..." r2 replied: "There are so many dead bodies of people and monsters on the street, as well as building debris, overturned cars, debris, etc., so driving efficiency is actually low.
.Also, if you are sitting in a vehicle, you are likely to be killed by such an attack."
"Huh? What is such an attack..." Feng Bujue was just about to ask what this sentence meant. Suddenly, a white beam of light as thick as the mouth of a bowl whizzed from the front left of him.
Feng Bujue took advantage of the situation while running, with his right leg in front, his left leg stepping up, his upper body lowered and his waist turned backwards, turning over with an extremely sharp kite, and managed to dodge this sudden long-range sneak attack.
The misaligned beam struck a building dozens of meters away, exploding out of thin air and erupting into a flaming ball of light with a radius of about three meters.
"Look, if you are sitting in a car at this moment, not only will you not be able to avoid this blow, but you will also have to bear the subsequent damage from the car explosion." r2 continued calmly. The reason why he did not help at this moment was because
According to his analysis, Brother Jue is fully capable of avoiding this beam of light on his own.
"Okay, I understand what you mean..." Feng Bujue replied.
In fact, it was not easy for Brother Jue to hide. His quick reaction was second to none. The key was to have the assistance of his soul, otherwise he would not be able to perform such extreme evasive actions.
"Did so many appear again without realizing it..." r2 said, scanning his surroundings. From his perspective, he could see another scene - countless flowing data codes.
There are many fragments of unique colors moving, and these are other derivatives.
Feng Bujue cannot see this. Currently, he is still at the stage of "seeing mountains as mountains and water as water" in the game. Therefore, as long as the enemy's figure does not appear in his field of vision, he cannot judge their status.
Location.
"Why didn't I see it..." Feng Bujue responded.
"Follow closely, we have to speed up, otherwise we will be surrounded." Before he finished speaking, R2 accelerated suddenly like an arrow leaving the string.
Seeing this, Feng Bujue had no choice but to step forward and try his best to catch up.
The current speed is already the limit that Feng Bujue can reach without the Spiritual Consciousness Gathering Technique activated. However, R2 appears to be extremely relaxed and can talk while running: "At this speed, it will never happen again."
We were attacked by a long-range sneak attack like just now.”
Feng Bujue didn't respond because he didn't have the energy to speak.
"Now, let me explain what the 'backdoor' is." r2 knew Feng Bujue's situation, so he continued directly without waiting for the other party to talk: "According to the normal process, before the mirror shield is broken, level three
The spawns are supposed to have completed their 'mission'. When the shield fails, they will leave the sandbox. This is like a 'teleport' after you, the player, have finished the show.
After that, the fourth-level derivatives left in the sandbox can begin to freely destroy the data in the show. This process usually lasts eight to nine hours, and then the fourth-level derivatives must also leave. However,
, leaving is different from entering, the sandbox does not have a dedicated channel for them to teleport out... Therefore, there must be a 'backdoor program'."
r2 paused for a moment. Then he continued: "The designer of the sandbox is Root, one of the three leaders of the source organization. The original 'backdoor' he designed, with only one in each sandbox, was to prevent
It was created when high-level derivatives were trapped in the sandbox for various reasons. But later, with the continuous improvement of sandbox technology, in order to make the sandbox available to more derivatives... he created a 'worm-like'
The backdoor can replicate itself at high speed and appear randomly in any corner of the drama world."
"Haah...haah...so, now I have countless ways to escape." Feng Bujue gasped and reluctantly continued.
"No, it's not that simple." r2 immediately poured cold water on it: "Those doors are made for derivatives, and you are a player, and your data composition cannot pass through those 'back doors'." He said.
After a turn, he said, "But there is a door that should be able to let you pass."
"Is it the first one..." Feng Bujue said.
"Yes, that is the original data of the backdoor program." r2 continued: "It is usually generated in the densest place of the original drama data."
"That's the center of the plot..." When Feng Bujue said this, the speed of the two of them had slowed down.
Because they have arrived at their destination-South Park Elementary School.
"It's evil capitalism, but a public primary school can still stand in such a catastrophic disaster." Feng Bujue looked up at the school building and complained, "When I passed by the town government building just now, it was already in ruins, right?"
"That's not what you should be concerned about now..." r2's tone became a little nervous, and his expression became quite solemn.
At the same time that Feng Bujue and R2 arrived, numerous black shadows emerged from nowhere on the school playground. There were hundreds of derivatives lurking here.
They have been waiting for a long time...
Feng Bujue laughed dryly: "That's why... I hate school."
"The joke ends here." A rather tall female derivative stepped forward and said: "R2-Lingfeng, you entered our sandbox and killed so many compatriots. I hope you can give us something."
A reasonable explanation."
"Attention, the person speaking is L2-Olan, she is also a second-level derivative." R2 whispered to Feng Bujue beside him.
"Didn't you say that the sandbox is for levels three and four..."
Before Brother Jue finished speaking, r2 interrupted: "I'm afraid he discovered what I did and entered the sandbox to deal with me."
"Oh..." Feng Bujue looked calm on the surface, but he knew very well in his heart that the situation in front of him was almost extremely bad. He thought to himself: "In terms of level, they are both second-level derivatives. Even if R2 is more
Even if it is stronger, it is impossible to instantly kill the opponent in a short period of time... Then there are more than a hundred fourth-level derivatives left, can't I handle it alone..."
Just when the battle was about to break out, a sudden change occurred.
But I saw a boomerang flying from mid-air...
This boomerang is made of ordinary wood, and its flying speed is not very alarming. However, when l2 saw this thing, his face showed a look of horror.
"How is it possible..." L2 didn't dare to exaggerate, and hurriedly turned over in surprise and jumped up.
The fourth-level derivatives seemed unable to see the horror of this attack, and just stood there indifferently. The next second, they were cut down by this seemingly ordinary "weapon" like cutting grass.
Blockbusters...
Flesh and blood flew everywhere, bones and skin were broken, and the boomerang killed more than twenty derivatives in one big swing.
With the sound of whistling wind, the boomerang flew backwards and returned to its owner's hand.
Everyone present turned to look.
I saw a middle-aged man standing in the middle of the road outside the school gate. He was a Caucasian man, wearing sunglasses, a classical white robe, a crown of thorns on his head, long brown hair, and a neatly trimmed circle around his mouth.
beard.
"I'm here to save you, my child." Jesus took off his sunglasses while catching the boomerang with one hand, "May God bless you."
