At the end of the battle, the Mad Angel howled like a landslide and tsunami, but the situation had irreversibly tilted towards the player. The final blow of the plasma light cannon shook the world, and finally turned it into a ball of disintegrating white light, falling in all directions. .
Ragnarok·Mad Angel repel battle, number of times completed: 8
Congratulations to all the players of the fourth transfer station: Haihe Ghost Town, you have been given an intermission time of 6 hours, 0 minutes and 0 seconds. The countdown starts now.
The little man's face was filled with joy and he cheered: "Great...success!"
The remaining few people also looked overflowing with joy, patting each other on the shoulders of their companions to encourage each other.
He Qin said: "You go to the mall to get things, your time is precious, there is no need to lead the way."
The little man was stunned: "Huh?"
He Qin had an indifferent smile on his lips. He pinched it gently with his two fingers and shook out a paper... blank check out of thin air.
Everyone was watching his every move inexplicably, not knowing what he was going to do.
He Qin handed the piece of paper to the little man and said, "Give this to the automatically generated NPC in the mall, any one will do."
The little man was still confused and still didn't understand his intentions. He glanced at the check in his hand. There was no amount, no seal, only a solitary, flying signature at the bottom.
"Oh, oh, okay." He muttered in his heart, and with a wave of his arm, he directed the team members towards the mall. He Qin was right, he had worked hard for the six hours, every minute and every second All precious.
Huaying folded his wings and descended from the smoke-filled sky to the ground. He took the rag that Guan Zhiyu had wiped his face with and wiped the dirt on his chest and back. He walked towards the base camp in disgrace. Guan Zhiyu cried out: "Oh, then I wiped my face!"
"I'll pay you ten pieces later," Hua Ying walked forward without looking back. He won a battle, but he couldn't be happy at all. "Where's Wen Shu?"
"I asked her to rest first." Qiu Boyi said, "She doesn't need to worry about repairing the machinery anyway."
Huaying's large metal wings were folded on his shoulders, like two exquisite shells. Richardson stared at him and asked, "What's the damage rate?"
Hua Ying paused and remained silent. The two deputies behind him also had their eyes drifting upwards, and their intention to escape was obvious.
"President Hua," Richardson repeated, "What is the damage rate?"
Huaying hesitated: "Well, if you ask that, I will also..."
Richardson's red hair is like a gloomy, rusty flame, and his reddish-brown eyes of the same color are staring at Huaying without blinking. Westerners are born with deep eyes and a high nose, making his gaze even more oppressive: "The more In desperate situations, we must face difficulties and problems head-on as soon as possible.”
Hua Ying took a sip of water, took a breath from his chest, and after a while, he slowly said: "...There are only eighty scouts left, the vanguard and air cavalry have been scrapped, and the security force has the most left. of… "
"How much?" Richardson asked calmly.
Guan Zhiyu promptly took some of the pressure off the president and replied: "About two hundred and eighty."
Richardson said: "From the first battle to now, almost 95% of the damage has been done. Now, we have very little reconstruction funds left for shopping mall purchases... I'm sorry, Chairman Huaying."
Huaying waved his hand feebly and said dejectedly: "It's useless to say this now. If everyone is poor, they will be poor together. How many players are left in the city?"
While they were talking, the backbone of DK returned to the base camp one after another. Hearing his question, the Miao girl next to Richardson picked up the silver bracelet on her snow-white arm. Her eyes were as blue as the deep night, like two The will-o'-the-wisp that stalks people makes people dare not look any further.
"Li Jiuniang." Richardson called her name.
Li Jiuniang also has a high nose bridge and equally deep eyebrows. However, her appearance is different from Westerners, with a mysterious aura of a wild and alien race. She curved her plump red lips, and the silver tassels hanging down from her dark temples moved automatically without any wind, making a thin and crisp sound: "Less than 20% left."
"...less than 20%." Hua Ying looked relieved, "Okay, great! This is the best good news. We will move out another 10% within six hours, and the remaining people will follow us. Fight while retreating... The fourth transfer station is left to the stupid crazy angel, it doesn't matter if the players don't want it."
"I'm just afraid that the plan won't keep up with the changes." Richardson nodded slightly.
Li Jiuniang's eyes suddenly became sharp.
The dense blue color suddenly started tumbling in her pupils. It was no longer like a will-o'-the-wisp, but more like deadly boiling poison. Green scorpions were scurrying on her shoulders, and their long tail and body were stretched into a curved bow. She asked sharply: "Who?!"
The person's hand that pushed away the barrier stopped in mid-air, and then he smiled and said: "I was careless. I only didn't notice the little bug on the ground... Hello, President Huaying."
When Hua Ying heard this familiar voice, he didn't dare to recognize it at first. He was stunned for a moment, and then turned around suddenly: "Oh my God! It's He... boss! Dad! Come on!!"
With a smile on his face, He Qin turned his body to one side to avoid the sudden attack of his nose and tears: "It's not necessary to suddenly become a father."
Qiu Boyi and Guan Zhiyu hurried up and carried the embarrassing president down. Guan Zhiyu looked behind him and saw no one else: "Just... you're the only one here?"
He Qin said: "Ning Ning, say hello to an old friend?"
A silver-blue light curtain suddenly popped up in mid-air, and Wen Zheliu's holographic bust emerged from it and was scanned. He looked at Hua Ying, who was almost fainting with excitement, and showed a big smile: "President Hua, it's been a long time. Gone!"
Qiu Boyi came a little closer, very interested in this device: "This is... a coordinate locator? No, this is based on the coordinate locator, and adds a real-time scanning and monitoring synchronization system... Not bad, it can be changed of!"
Wen Zheliu also smiled at him and took the initiative to explain: "The four of us were separated after we came out of the Sixth World, so we can only communicate in this way... Where is Miss Xue, is she not here?"
"Well... Ah, ah," Qiu Boyi came to his senses and stood up straight in a hurry, "She has been very exhausted these days. As soon as she got off the battlefield, we asked her to rest quickly... Fortunately, Mr. He is here! Otherwise, It may be a little more difficult for us.”
The arrival of the No. 1 player in the world was like a shot in the arm, giving the players still stationed in Haihe Ghost City the hope of being relieved of their heavy burdens amid the continuous battles that were nearly suffocating in intensity.
When Richardson saw that they were almost done reminiscing, he walked up to He Qin and extended his hand to He Qin: "Hello, Mr. He Qin."
"Hello," He Qin shook hands with him, turned his eyes slightly, and said, "I heard just now that less than 20% of the players have left, right?"
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Seeing that he was not the type who was accustomed to being polite, Richardson breathed a sigh of relief and answered bluntly: "Yes, there are six portals out of the city. Mad Angel destroyed five of them, but only one was saved by concentrating our firepower." Down. After all, there's no end to the ghosts it can summon, but we're all flesh and blood."
"It's understandable." Wen Zheliu said, "You have worked hard too. Leave the rest to him."
He Qin smiled and rolled his eyes, and his low voice reached Wen Zheliu's ears through the star ring: "Little piggy, I haven't spanked you yet, but you will send your brother instead?"
Wen Zheliu coughed, blushed a little, and retorted: "If you don't want to care, then what are you doing here, sightseeing?"
"I'm definitely going to help. The check has been written out," He Qin pretended to be nonchalant, but in fact he was like a peacock with its tail spread, secretly showing off to Wen Zheliu and said, "I spent all my money." Money, doesn’t it count as help?”
As soon as he finished speaking, a group of otaku boys from the Heretic Tribunal rushed in and cried bitterly: "President! President! Go to the mall to grab things!"
Hua Ying was startled: "Why are you not afraid that the Dharma King will give you a severe shock? Are you finally going crazy?!"
In the Twilight of the Gods version, the mall's guard NPCs have also been updated. Anyone who dares to steal something, regardless of level or identity, will be electrocuted to death before being thrown out. Therefore, he is nicknamed "Thunder King" by players. .
"No! No!" The little brother ran out of breath, and finally shouted out in shock: "Limited to six hours for free... free! All, all materials, props, decoration sets... all free!!"
"..." Wen Zheliu secretly complained: "The money they spend in the mall ends up in your pocket..."
"The most important thing is not the result, but the executive officer who gave them this authority," the executive officer said with a leisurely smile, "Isn't this called helping?"
Hua Ying shook his head as if he was being electrocuted, staring at He Qin with burning eyes.
"Don't look at me." He Qin raised his hands, "I didn't do anything."
Huaying promptly interrupted Hua Ying's long and laudatory speech about praising the sponsor and praising the reborn parents. The base camp was deserted. They all went to the mall for six hours to go shopping. The only one left was Richardson Gary.
There was silence. Richardson smiled and spoke first: "Mr. He Qin, or should I say, the CEO of Nova City?"
Wen Zheliu looked at the red-haired German in surprise. He Qin was not surprised and said calmly: "What's the matter? Is something wrong?"
"Can I take your reply to mean that you admit it?" Richardson said. Before He Qin could say the next sentence, he laughed again, "No, rather than admitting it, it's better to say that you have never You must have concealed your identity."
He Qin gently touched the star ring on his hand, and the curvature of his lips remained unchanged: "I act under my real name in everything I do. I really have nothing to hide."
"There are as many people who know your real name as there are stars, but how many people have seen your true face?" Richardson shook his head, "However, thank you for your generosity and help."
"You're welcome!" Wen Zheliu said before He Qin could speak, "This is what he should do, as a leader, haha."
He was so heartless, he heard He Qin laughing and scolding himself in his heart.
A little bit! Wen Zheliu responded by sticking out his tongue to attack.
I will take care of you when I go back. He Qin finished his threat without any deterrent and turned to Richardson: "The cause of Ragnarok is not that simple. Since you have decided to abandon the fourth transfer station, then take the supplies from the mall and evacuate them all." Let’s go to the rest of the transfer stations.”
"Both Shenzao and Lingxiao welcome you." Wen Zheliu added in time, "Well, at least that's what I understand. Other teams should make the same choice as them."
Richardson smiled bitterly and said: "We don't have to worry about our retreat. Then, who will deal with Mad Angel?"
He Qin casually wiped the knife handle which was spotless but stained with blood, and said, "Me."
Richardson nodded: "Who will deal with the large number of ghosts that may appear in the portal?"
He Qin said: "Me."
Richardson was silent for a moment and then asked: "Who will do the final cleanup and destroy the only remaining portal after the great migration?"
He Qin raised his sharp eyebrows, his eyes filled with unspoken amusement.
"You." Richardson sighed, "Okay, I understand. Is this the courage and ability a leader needs?"
"You are also very tired these days," Wen Zheliu looked at them with concern and looked around the temporary base camp. "Try your best to conserve your strength and stop consuming yourself."
"The only thing I ask of you," He Qin said lazily, "is not to hold you back. Run as fast as you can."
After Huaying finished the purchase, he ran back happily and said: "Enough is enough! Enough is enough! The warehouse is so stacked that it is really possible to rebuild the mechanical army. It's getting better!"
"Complete reconstruction is a waste of time. You don't need to fully restore your combat strength," He Qin said. "It only requires that you can protect yourself. That is enough."
"Ah?" Hua Ying looked at him stupidly, "What do you mean?"
Wen Zheliu pointed to the time on his computer: "The countdown is six hours, there are still five hours and twenty-two minutes left. After cleaning the mall, we should quickly organize the players to migrate. Tell them not to be greedy for too much."
"In twenty-two minutes," He Qin said indifferently, "I will close the unlimited free access to the mall. There is no need to notify them of this news. You should prepare and open the portal as soon as possible."
His golden eyes emitted a cold light that could cut through the world. Hua Ying closed his mouth unconsciously and did not dare to ask any more questions. He turned around quickly and went to work with Richardson on the great migration of players.
"How are you doing over there?" Everything quieted down, He Qin stared at Wen Zheliu's virtual image and asked.
Wen Zheliu said: "Li Rong wants to take the lead with Yu Hongyao and organize a full-scale counterattack."
There was a smile on He Qin's lips, and he said: "There are three worlds left, do they want to take care of them together?"
"Yes," Wen Zheliu whispered, "I don't doubt their ability, but I am afraid of He Rui."
The moon ring at the base of his finger emits scorching light and heat. He Qin's eyes are deep, like thousands of stars rotating in the eternal universe. His hand hanging by his side moves slightly, and when he hears the broken willow, he knows that he wants to hug him. he.
"Baby," He Qin called him softly, as if he was still the little newcomer who had just entered the Uncanny Valley and had to be guided every step of the way, "Are you afraid of him... why?"
"I don't know either, I just have this hunch." Wen Zheliu said, "Gam, Skull, Hati, Hela, Fenrir, Jormungandr... His people have all died one by one, and now they are still alive. Who’s left?”
"Ymir, Surtur, and Nidhogg." He Qin said.
Wen Zheliu said: "This is the strange thing. On the surface, it seems that we are indeed approaching victory step by step, but you and I both know that their death is really strange, so I am afraid. I always have a premonition... This The truth behind it requires us to lose something in order to gain it.”
"Don't be afraid." He Qin said, "I understand that losing is always scary, but more often than not, fear is a useless move."
"Brother, aren't you afraid?" Wen Zheliu asked.
He Qin held the handle of the knife and walked out.
"I'm not afraid." He said, "As long as I can hold your hand, I have nothing to lose."
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