Chapter 819 818 Hey, the style of painting has changed, you bastards are evil
Chapter 819 Hey, the style of painting has changed, you bastard cultists!
Today's research base under the Scholar Faction is still the same as usual, calm and boring.
As a secret area far away from the world, few people can endure the loneliness and stay in this closed area for several months without going out. However, the twilight servants who can be sent here are all dead people with the characteristics of "researchers" , for them, if you can give them a laboratory, enough experimental materials and enough new knowledge, they can hide and entertain themselves until the end of the world.
Well, this is also the most distinctive feature of the scholar faction.
Although they are very important members of the Twilight Organization, the members of the scholar faction are different from the action factions of other factions who feel uncomfortable if they don't do anything for a day. They don't want to have any contact with the outside world without mandatory tasks.
They just want to reproduce the precious creation knowledge of the Golden Age bit by bit in their own laboratories through their own efforts.
The creation of the Skaven is only a subject for the scholar faction.
In terms of importance, it is not even ranked in the top five of all current topics, so don't expect that the biological base specializing in the rat-man evolution project in front of you will be lucky enough to move to the base camp. They also have strict internal assessment and promotion standards. .
Judging from the current dedication and proportion of the Ratman project in the Twilight cause, the Twilight researchers in the base have to work harder if they want to be promoted.
"But that's okay!
As long as our rat army makes decisive contributions when attacking the Brass Fortress, then all our colleagues in R-9 Base will be rewarded by the 'Scholar'!
We will gain more knowledge about creation, we will have more experimental equipment, and we will even be allowed to go to the base camp and participate in more ambitious projects.
Yes!
Our efforts are important to the cause of the organization, and fellows, you matter!
Come, let us applaud our achievements today."
In the base canteen, Mr. "Explorer", as the leader of the project team, is giving his researchers daily blood injections.
Unfortunately, this guy's eloquence was really mediocre, and he kept saying the same words over and over again, which made the group of researchers in front of him holding their dinner plates and waiting hungry for the meal completely uninterested.
What a mess!
Everyone is tired from mental work every day. Can we stop dealing with all this bureaucracy?
You have to finish your dinner quickly and have to go back to the laboratory to continue doing experiments, you bastard!
The instrument is still running data, can you stop wasting time?
Amidst the complaints from a group of researchers, Mr. Explorer also realized that he was bored, so he snorted and waved for everyone to go get their own meals.
Those who can eat in the canteen of this "Golden Era" are official researchers. Those servants and apprentices are not eligible to come in. They can only receive some nutritional paste in the upper biological area to fill their stomachs.
The taste of that thing is average, but the nutrients are sufficient. The source is the "experimental products" that have been treated harmlessly in this laboratory. Considering that this base mainly studies ratmen, it is best for apprentices and servants not to care about nutrition seriously.
What is the raw material of the ointment? Anyway, it will be over if it cannot kill anyone.
The explorer took a meal for himself, carried the plate to the edge of the canteen, received today's juice from the automatically operating canteen assistant robot, and then sat in front of a tired old man with a white beard.
He pulled back his hood, revealing the face of a young elf that did not belong to him.
The explorer's previous body was shot to pieces by Pablo, the Blood-Dreaded Archduke, when he went out to collect data on the rat-man battle. He transferred his soul at the last moment, and now this body is a backup that he had prepared long ago.
He is very satisfied with his new body. It is full of energy and has good adaptability. There is no rejection reaction after the soul transfer. The only regret is that because it is not his "original product", the body ages very quickly, which may take up to two years.
After a year, I will have another body.
Of course, there is a better option. If you can get the favor of the "scholar" and be allowed to enter the "greenhouse of life" in the base camp, you can rely on the mysterious knowledge of creation to reshape your body.
That process is called "cloning". For these cult researchers, it is not a new concept. They can complete a simple cloning process in this base themselves, but unfortunately, perfect cloning requires the use of
Instruments are only available at the base camp.
There are also hierarchies among researchers.
This class is reflected in the value of the instruments they use every day, and also in the number of rejections of their research applications.
"I asked, why are you still looking sad?"
The explorer scooped a spoonful of fried rice and stuffed it into his mouth. While chewing, he said to the old man with a white beard sitting opposite him:
"Hasn't your experimental project passed the inspection? Although the scholar's evaluation of it cannot be said to be perfect, it is already very good for a newcomer like you."
"It's not my project that worries me, Kanter"
The old man with a white beard sighed, but before he could finish speaking, the explorer scolded him in a low voice:
"Call me 'Explorer'! Damn it, Flynn, you've been here for so long and you still don't understand the rules? That name in the past represented shame and impurity. We have joined the Dusk to serve the great cause of purification, so we should
Abandon the past and embrace new life!
Don't mention the past again!
Bastard, I told you that there are spies from other research groups in this base. Once they are reported, our promotion will be delayed again.
Competition in this business is fierce, my old friend.
There are so many low-ranking research groups who are coveting our achievements, and those third-rate researchers dream of picking our peaches every day.
The Rat Man Project is currently one of the most promising projects under Mr. Scholar, and we will soon be very successful! In the face of such a future, you and I, our past lives full of failures are simply not worth remembering.
Damn it!
Flynn, look at your expression!
You're missing your useless apprentice again, right? Damn it, you're not so weak. It was you who made up your mind to leave the Ring Tower and join me. This was your own decision."
"I'm not complaining about you, Kanter, explorer. I'm only grateful for your support. I'm living a pretty good life in the base. I'm the first to share the results of my research with you. We are dozens of people."
I have been an old friend for many years, why can’t you still trust me?”
The white-bearded old man known as Flynn glared at his old friend. He put a piece of jam bread into his mouth and chewed it. After a few seconds, he lowered his voice and said:
"I just saw the battle report from the Black Flame Pass. The report about the results of the battle between the rat men was mixed with an image. I saw Heru there. After I faked my death, the child ran to Transia to join the vampire lord.
The army, he has put on the uniform of Transia.
He hangs out with vampires!
He's using the things I taught him to try to gain glory in the war, and it's all my fault!
If I had brought him with me, he would not have taken this wrong path.
He is just a scout, he should not go to the front line."
"Hey, let me tell you what's good about you, Flynn."
The explorer snorted and curled his lips and said:
"You are always so indecisive, and you attach great importance to emotions regardless of the situation. You were like this when we were hanging out in the Tower of Rings. With your talent, if you could be more decisive, you would have become a top-ranked psychic master long ago.
position.
Heru, right?
I met him once before I defected. That kid's potential is very average. I still don't understand why you value him so much?
Is it just because he's from the same place as you?"
"He looks a lot like me, Kanter, didn't you notice?
Heru is very much like us back then. He was born in poverty, got lucky and entered the Ring Tower. He studied hard to keep up with the footsteps of those real geniuses, but he always suffered from bad luck for one reason or another."
Old Flynn shook his head and said:
"If it were in the classical era, Heru would have become a very good traveling mage, but the Tower of Rings has changed a long time ago. After they activated the Grand Dean, everything became sharper, and we were like being whipped by a whip.
Dogs must serve those clear goals, and the competition is extremely fierce and even cruel.
Heru is a victim, and so are we."
"Ha, you see the old you in him, right? It's not too late, Flynn."
The explorer grinned a strange smile and said:
"Send him an invitation, bring him in, and let him work with you on the 'organ enhancement' research you are currently promoting. If he is really talented, he will make a career here sooner or later.
This is way better than that bullshit Ring Tower, right?"
"I'll think about it again."
Old Flynn was a little tempted.
But he did not make a decision immediately, and the explorers did not force it. Their faction never forced anyone to join. This is also the most significant feature of the scholar faction. All researchers joined voluntarily.
These guys are all people who are frustrated in other organizations but have real abilities. When they come together to study "ancient technology", they can often burst out unprecedented enthusiasm and passion.
Psionics such as Explorer and Old Flynn are the main members of the scholar faction. Many people like them come from the Tower of Rings and the Artisan University of Shardor as well as the Castile Giant Tree on the elven side. To be precise, Said, these guys don't actually care much about the wish to destroy the world at dusk, what they want is very simple.
Even so simple that it’s terrifying.
"Okay, don't think too much and go complete your experiment."
After finishing the meal, the explorer said to Old Flynn while drinking juice:
"Complete the eye organ enhancement of humanoid individuals as soon as possible. I need to use your research results to promote the transformation of the second generation of enhanced rat people. We must create leaders for the current rat group, just like in the Golden Age, Our forerunners created the 'Khan' for the gnolls.
The example of the Bone-Gnawing King proves that under the leadership of qualified leaders, the new population will burst into endless potential. This is exactly what the big shots want to see, right?
Did you hear anything?"
The explorer raised his head in surprise and looked at the metal ceiling above his head. His keen senses derived from the elf's body allowed him to hear a strange noise coming from above, as if something exploded.
"Warning! Warning! Intrusion warning! The camouflage layer on the ground of R-9 base has been destroyed, and intruders are attacking the main body of the base! Defense mode is online!"
The next moment, a harsh warning sound sounded from the loudspeaker in the cafeteria. As the leader of the base, the explorer got excited and shouted:
"Don't panic! Everyone go back to their respective posts! Where are the security team members? Go and activate all biological weapons in sequence 1-9! This is a good opportunity to test the combat effectiveness of our biological weapons.
Flynn, come with me.
It's time to unleash the 'wolves' that I have shaped with my own hands.
Ha, those guys thought they were seeing real wolfborn when they fought with gnolls, but I'll let them know that pathetic gnolls are nothing compared to my brilliant creations!
Flynn?
What are you doing in a daze? Come on!"
Amid the roar of the explorer, Old Flynn followed him in a panic, but he still kept looking back at the image of the invaders rushing into the base projected on the holographic projection.
I don’t know if it was an illusion, but he just saw a guy who looked very similar to his disciple——
"Haha, chop, kill! Boss Wam is watching us, charge!"
Above the base, ten parallel light-devouring bombs were used to blow up the camouflage layer of the cultist base, leaving a big hole. The giant shark carrying a battle ax had just completed a massacre.
The strange metal robots that rushed towards him were easily chopped down by him.
Although these things cannot shed blood, nor can they cut off their heads to sacrifice to Boss Vam, what the giant shark and his Vam brothers pursue is the joy of fighting.
They actually don't care much about who the enemy is or what their enemy's fate will be.
But just because the giant shark doesn't care, it doesn't mean that other people don't care.
After the Red Knight Mew Miao led his team into the base from the other side, what came into view was a huge black passage, which seemed to be an area for large machinery to pass through. A group of players moved forward vigilantly, but just now
After walking a few steps, you heard the rattling sound of machinery. The four oval covers above the passage in front opened, and four heavy two-unit large-caliber rapid-fire guns popped out.
The red aiming beam locked on Brother Mingmiao and the team members, and the next moment there was a low explosion.
"Holy crap! Is this a way into the future base? Why did you jump from Mount and Blade to 2077 all of a sudden!"
Brother Ming Miao yelled and shrank back, while San Wu Dou held up his heavy shield and stepped forward to block the hail of bullets. Except for the disgraceful scout Yan Sang, their team was all silver men and of high quality.
The little hands jumped into the shadows with a whoosh. Brother Heisi and Jie Chong stepped on the wall to the left and right, trying to chop up the exploding defensive turret with cold weapons. Yan Sang was pressed to the ground by Brother Mingmiao, hiding behind three
After using the heavy shield supported by five buckets, there will be no life-threatening danger for a while.
"Laoqu! Where's your damn anti-tank gun? Give it a shot!"
Brother Mingmiao yelled at the top of his lungs, and Brother Qu, who had been hiding aside for a long time, curled his lips in disdain.
He had already prepared his gun.
Although it may sound outrageous to use your beloved big gun to hit defensive forts, the penetrating power of gold-burning pointed bullets is unquestionable.
There was a muffled sound of "boom", and the frontmost turret was pierced by a shot. Dazzling sparks danced on the mechanical shell, causing it to stop functioning. Jiechong and Heisi also completed slashing the turret with their knives, one on the left and the other on the right.
The great achievement was to chop down the explosive thing and explode it. The last turret was thrown by Brother Meow Meow from the Butcher's Tomahawk and hit the muzzle of the gun.
A crisis disappeared without a trace, but before everyone in the Big Bird Group could breathe a sigh of relief, they heard heavy footsteps rushing out from the aisle in front, and took a closer look at a dozen barbarians.
But these guys were covered with strange tubes, with liquids of different colors flowing inside. Each of them was carrying something similar to a breathing backpack, and their bodies were covered with stitching marks.
"Is this a tyrant?"
Sanwudou shouted:
"Look! They have the same claws as the tyrant. This guy is obviously Frankenstein."
"Or called biological weapons."
Brother Heisi held the handle of the Odachi behind his back with cold hands and said:
"Watch me kill them with my invincible draw sword!"
Before he finished speaking, a ball of fire exploded on the head of the fastest charging "Frankenstein". The little hand that had completed the assassination but failed to kill the opponent screamed and did a backflip and entered the shadows again. He was reminded in the team communication
:
"Be careful, these guys' brains are not fatally injured, and I doubt their hearts are either, damn! These cultists are really damn smart."
"ah!!!"
A piercing scream suddenly sounded at the edge of the battlefield. Brother Mew, who had just been about to summon the blood tree tree people, turned around suddenly and saw the Hedong Lion Roar of the Soldier Group being hit by a weird octopus arm and leg like a war hammer.
The wall behind was broken.
The aggrieved silver man shouted in disgrace:
"We have a crazy tentacle monster here! Damn these evil things!"