Cheng Lin, who watched this scene quietly through the transparent door, smiled slightly.
After Jiusi arrived, he decisively stopped controlling the puppets.
The previous wave of violent attacks by the 10th Division had actually exhausted the guarding cavalry team. Without Cheng Lin's control at this time, it was naturally unable to sustain the team of the 9th Division that was full of blood.
Seeing the depressed expressions of the people in Shisi, Cheng Lin felt relieved in his heart.
As for Deputy Zhou's life or death, he didn't care.
With such a serious injury, even if he survived, he would still be disabled. Cheng Lin could be said to have vented his anger on behalf of Class Three.
As for whether the previous incident would arouse Shisi's suspicion, Cheng Lin was not worried at all. If someone could really think that there was a student controlling all this behind the scenes, then Cheng Lin would admire his big brain.
"Let's go."
Cheng Lin stood up, removed the control interface, and then saw the door to the third floor slowly opening.
The alarm sounded.
The sirens that echoed throughout the second floor were heard again.
In the thick fog, the crimson door loomed, attracting everyone's attention.
The fog was about to dissipate, and Jiu Si began to organize people to enter the third floor, while Shi Si was busy taking Deputy Zhou, who was not sure whether he was alive or dead, back to the first floor along the passage downstairs, and sent him to the altar for treatment as soon as possible. Where could he think about it?
Do something else?
Outside the altar.
The headquarters of the two departments.
Huang Yin and Chen Kang also saw the second floor being lit up, and couldn't help but look happy.
Especially Huang Yin looked eager to try.
"Even the ordinary guards on the third floor have nearly the combat power of a third-grade monk. I have to pass this level of difficulty. How long will it take for the director to come? If it doesn't work, Yang Congxian can just come here. I don't want to take command.
Yes, I want to go in!"
Hearing Huang Yin's words, Vice President Kong of the college next to him wiped his forehead with a white silk cloth and said helplessly: "The director has been delayed in the imperial capital and he won't be able to get over for the time being."
Huang Yin: "Why?"
Vice President Kong: "The smog is too heavy and the airport has been suspended."
Huang Yin: "..."
The door to the third floor is opened.
Cheng Lin no longer stayed, but first passed through the teleportation array inside the door and teleported back to a corner on the second floor.
Then he pretended to run over after seeing the door open.
This is also for insurance purposes.
Cheng Lin would rather go through more trouble than leave too many flaws.
As a result, when he ran over, he saw many small lapels who had heard the news and teams of more powerful students lining up to enter.
One of the petite black figures caught his attention.
Caowei!
Shi Si’s talent is much higher than that of Fu Zhongting!
Cao Wei seemed to feel his gaze and looked back at him. Then her little eyes suddenly lit up. She stretched out her little hand and made a finger hooking motion. She also licked her little tongue and raised a weird smile.
Then he stepped into the door.
"Seduce me?"
Cheng Lin was stunned for a moment.
Later, I realized that Cao Wei was "demonstrating" or "provoking".
Cheng Lin frowned slightly, but didn't pay too much attention. He just queued up and entered the third floor among a few students.
Most of the people who dare to enter the third floor are small lapels. There are very few students, but it is not impossible.
For example, those whose special powers are particularly suitable for survival, and outstanding students who are stuck at the peak of the first level, still dare to break through to the third level.
No matter how bad it is, if you can't defeat it, why can't you run away?
After successfully entering the third floor in public.
Only then did Cheng Lin begin to think about his next trip.
Think for a moment.
He did not immediately go up to the fourth floor, but decided to do another sweep on the third floor.
This is the result of his careful consideration.
The motivation core accumulated for the monthly exam results is enough.
So next, Cheng Lin was going to save some for himself.
To be precise, he was preparing to carry out his plan to take away a puppet.
According to past experience, as long as the puppet is stored in the initial space before the projection disappears, it will remain.
However, what Cheng Lin wanted was not an iron lump that could only be used for looking at, but a humanoid weapon that could control combat.
"When the puppet is in the altar, the ground formation can supply energy to it, and the control center can issue instructions to it. However, if there is no support from the altar and the puppet is taken outside the altar alone, it will be a pure iron lump, like
I moved a desktop computer to the Tang Dynasty, but it had no electricity or internet and could only eat ashes."
"The reason why I can control the puppet with administrator rights is with the help of the control center. If there is no center, my authority does not exist, so I must get the center."
"The center is on the fifth floor, so there's no rush. The more realistic problem is power. Even if I get the puppet and the center, what power will be used to drive the puppet? There is a foundation array in the altar that continuously supplies energy to it, but I don't.
Under this condition, you can only choose the power core."
Cheng Lin walked through the fog, his eyes revealing his thoughts.
If we make a popular metaphor, the puppet is a robot, the center is the remote control, and the power core is a rechargeable battery.
Cheng Lin couldn't take away the power source, so he could only collect batteries as much as possible, and then use the psychic energy in the "battery" to drive the puppet.
Cheng Lin's plan is to take away a five-core or four-core puppet. If he wants to drive it, he must at least use a three-core power core.
If it is any lower, the "voltage" is not enough.
According to this idea, Cheng Lin's most ideal plan should be to immediately climb to the fourth floor and collect as many quad-core batteries as possible, but...
"That's an ideal situation. If I predict correctly, Shen Shanjing will definitely arrive before the projection disappears. By then, the fourth-level puppet will be the key to whether I can obtain the center, so... I can't move for the time being."
Cheng Lin had a complete thought in his mind.
However, no one can say for sure whether things will go according to his plan. He can only do his best and obey fate.
Make up your mind.
Cheng Lin immediately began to sweep away the three-layer puppets.
"Juanglangjuanglang..."
Not far away, Cheng Lin heard a series of strange sounds.
Then, in the fog, a group of mysterious figures appeared.
They are not dressed like soldiers, but actually wearing robes, scarlet robes.
The style of the robe is slightly similar to Cheng Lin's white robe, but it is also different. It is completely red with black patterns all over it. The robe drags on the floor, covering most of the figures of these puppets, even their faces.
Inside the hood, only two groups of fiery red flames appeared on the face.
And in their hands were huge and heavy hammers.
Yes, hammer.
That kind of steel warhammer that looks extremely thick and heavy, has a hexagonal shape, a very long hammer handle, and a string of thick iron ropes hanging from it. The iron ropes are wrapped around the puppet's red robe, and a small part of it is dragged on the ground, following the puppet.
wandering around, making clanging noises.
Cheng Lin's eyes narrowed!
This is the three-core puppet: the missionary in red!
Not only are their combat capabilities stronger and their perception distance greater, but the most important thing is that these missionaries are wandering!
Wandering means that they do not stick to their own defense zones, but are free from the restrictions of fixed defense zones to a certain extent.
This is completely different from the soldiers on the first two floors.
"Bang!"
As if they had discovered Cheng Lin, the team of red-clad missionaries suddenly paused with their warhammers in their hands, and then surrounded him. If any second-grade monk encountered this scene, they would be inexplicably nervous, or even turn around and run away.
Unfortunately, Cheng Lin is not an ordinary monk.
He is in Class Three...ah, he is a cheating monk.
He walked forward with a smile, opened the administrator rights, reached out and patted the missionaries on the shoulders, and said with a smile: "What should I do? Don't you need me to talk nonsense?"