MTL - Dimensional Eroders-Chapter 25 Brother Lang is becoming super god

　　 At 6:30 in the morning of the next day, Bai Lang tidied up his backpack. Carrying first aid medicine, a small amount of food and water, followed by a pistol and ammunition, he finally hung the rune bat around his waist, left the spiral building, and rushed to the agreed place.

　　 At this time, the sky is gray, the camp is sparsely pedestrian, the street lights are off, the wild dogs are digging by the roadside, and the humid air is mixed with the smell of decay, which is very refreshing.

　　 Leaving the city wall, turned two turns and found an abandoned parking lot. Crows hovered and howled in the sky. In the center of the clearing, a modified old pickup truck with an exaggeratedly deformed bumper was parked. A machine gun was installed on the roof and a layer of anti-biting net was installed on the whole body.

　　 At this time, the three men were sitting on the cargo box and playing cards. Hearing the footsteps of the white waves, they all looked over.

A burly man with a vacuum on his upper body, a muscular knot, and a jacket; a thin face in camouflage, a hat and a cigarette **** in his mouth; and a half-faced face full of patterns, dressing up some non-mainstream men in fur trench coats .

　　 All three are white, but they are not surprised by Bailang. There are also many yellow skins in the camp.

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　　 "Newcomer?" The muscular man in the jacket spoke first.

　　 "Yes, is this a patrol team?"

　　 "This is the third team, welcome. Get in the car first and introduce yourself, Tyler, Berserker part-time active player, codenamed "Dart"."

　　 The brawny man stretched out his hand to pull the white waves onto the trunk. A large number of rusty chains, boxes of beer, barbecue grills, dried blood stains, and uncleaned monster fingers were discarded in the trunk. The red skin is obviously produced by Sin Demon.

　　Taylor continued: "This is Johnson, an ammunition expert, and a part-time driver. You can call him a cigarette butt."

　　 The face-lift in the camouflage uniform nodded to Bai Lang, which is considered to be acquaintance.

　　 "My name is Napoli, patrol captain, Druid, welcome to join, you can call me "Hunter"."

　　 The last non-mainstreamer with half of his face tattooed and greeted Bailang before blowing a whistle towards the sky. I saw two strong crows descend from the sky, landed on his shoulders and arms, croaking.

　　 Then, a crow fell straight into the back box with sharp eyes, grabbed the severed finger, and immediately attracted another crow to fight for food. The two parties played and played, pecked off their severed fingers in three or two, swallowing them round and round.

　　 "Summoning?" Bailang asked curiously, thinking of the skills of the druids in the game.

　　 "This is animal training. If you want to learn it, you must first master'animal communication'." Napoli explained briefly. These two crows are pets he carefully cultivated, and they have been brought by him all the time. They are not the ‘summoning technique’ made out of thin air in the game.

　　 "It's your turn, are you a monk from the East?" Taylor asked curiously.

　　 "No, my name is Bailang, I'm just an ordinary person, and I haven't decided on a career yet."

　　 "Bai~lang? Very confusing. Do you have any other names? Or code names."

After 　　 Bailang and others came to this world, they passively mastered the language of this planet, and there was no problem in communication. However, the pronunciation of his name does not conform to the grammar of this planet.

　　 Brother Lang thought for a while and decided to give himself a Western name. The Flash Wallace obviously does not fit his temperament: "You call me'Altland'."

　　 "A stranger? Good match for you, let's go!" The captain raised his arm, and the two crows flew high again, circling and leading the way.

　　 The cigarette **** pulled the car door into the cab, and the captain sat in the co-pilot. This broken pickup truck has only one row of seats. Taylor left Bailang in the trunk, but he jumped to the ground and hurried to the parking lot wall.

　　 When the vehicle started and it drove slowly to the exit in first gear, Taylor carried dozens of chains in both hands, dragging a piece of walking corpse and ran over. He greeted Bailang to help together, fixed these chains to the pickup, and then turned over the car.

　　 Immediately, this team went out hunting, and drove out of the isolation zone with a group of vicious dogs.

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　　 On the way, the speed is not fast. The zombies dragging behind the car have flexible legs and feet, and they can barely keep up when they run.

　　Taylor and Bailang sat in the open-air car and chatted aimlessly, instilling all kinds of common sense in him.

　　 There are three types of monsters in this city:

　　 Undead, also known as undead, such as zombies, skeletons, and ghosts. Converted from a corpse eroded by the power of hell, there is no IQ at the bottom, but the high-level undead are very smart and can command the low-level miscellaneous soldiers. Therefore, high-level undead often have a group of reliable little brothers who dare to fight, dare to die, and order and prohibit, it is very difficult to deal with.

　　 mutant beasts are all kinds of ferocious beasts and insects polluted by **** on this planet. When humans gave up their throne at the top of the food chain, wild animals also began to rise and embark on a different evolutionary direction. There are giant beasts that have become sacred in single flesh, and there are also ‘rat men, frog men, and ape men’ that compete with humans for dominance of the planet. But the most is the enhanced version of the demonized beast.

　　 The most terrifying thing is the ‘Devil’, originally referring to the ‘Hell Species’ who possess wisdom and master magic. But as the invasion of **** continues, more and more humans choose to degenerate and demonize. In addition, **** species also had to solve their physiological needs during the invasion. They couldn't afford Durex, so they broke the reproductive isolation from the native animals and gave birth to a large number of'native hybrids'.

　　 The demons have a language and civilization, and the ‘technological field’ is far inferior to human beings, but they have also learned a lot of knowledge over the years. However, the invasion of **** led to the gradual degradation and failure of the "laws of science and technology", and the industrialization of the **** races thus ended without a problem.

　　 Many big figures in the **** camp appreciate the convenience brought by human civilization very much. Even if the vast majority of human cities are shrouded in sheltered barriers, they are still willing to give up their home court advantage, bear the weakening of their inhibitions, entrench themselves in remote corners of the city, and open up a nest similar to the'Rogge Camp', and they live very well. .

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"This city has a large number of monsters, monsters, and undead, with different levels, forming a huge ecological chain. For humans, everything in the outside world is an enemy. But for these monsters, humans are just a very dangerous part of the recipe. Kind of, they are also fighting each other, not completely against human beings."

"The task of the patrol is to continuously sweep a five-kilometer area. This is the absolute territory of mankind, and no threatening monsters are allowed to enter. However, there are always some desperate hungry ghosts who will venture in to find food, and then they should We are here."

"These zombies? Of course they are our private property. The patrolling is too low to pay, so it is possible to cultivate a group of zombies to generate income. Those beheaded monsters, except for a few special organs, are basically discarded. Rather than cheaper ones Garbage, it's better to feed the zombies, wait for them to plan, and then sell it to the corpse collection team in other camps."

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　　The life on the first day was particularly fulfilling. Under the leadership of three veterans, Bailang ran all over the streets and started the adventurous life of a sanitation worker in another world.

The druid captain controlled two crows to act as a "drone" reconnaissance environment, and was able to communicate with plants, and constantly communicate with the trees on the roadside, searching for "crispy. a little salty" and walking into the road, breaking into and asking for life. Monster.

　　 Immediately afterwards, there was a stimulating cleansing action.

　　 Bailang was driven to the shelves by the duck, carrying a ‘rune bat’ and rushing to the front line bitterly, fighting the monsters. Fortunately, the restraint in the safety zone is strong, and there is an old driver standing next to him. Several times, he was surrounded by dangers, but he didn't suffer any fatal injuries in the end? ! The worst time, it was just a wound seven or eight centimeters long.

　　 Brother Lang, who has gradually adapted, is also guilty of guts.

　　 Relying on the old driver to support him, he actively pursued various monsters and mutant beasts, and his hands and feet were diligent, all kinds of sneak attacks, mending knives, carrying corpses, collecting materials... all had no complaints.

Members of the 　　 patrol team naturally like him as a self-motivated young man, who is diligent in his hands and feet, speaks nicely, and doesn't need extra pay. They are also happy to teach some tips, which can not only improve the work efficiency of newcomers, but also reduce their own workload.

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　　 Time is fleeting.

　　 In this way, in the next four days, Bailang was like a sponge, absorbing all kinds of knowledge frantically.

How to cut and collect the most valuable organs in magic objects, the correct way to preserve eyeballs, how to use zombies to search for living things, simple unlocking techniques & building safe houses in buildings, identification of monster types, mutant beast barbecue, shooting skills, trap production , How to hide oneself, the art of running away... etc. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 Speaking of the point of interest, Taylor simply demonstrated in person and taught him a few basic "sword styles", which happened to be displayed with a bat. If it wasn't for Lang's limited strength and lack of physical stamina, the other party would even want to teach him the "tomahawk" opening technique.

　　 In this way, Bai Lang began frequent combat work, constantly wielding weapons, single-handedly singled out the skeleton soldier and the goat head monster. The farther away from the camp, the stronger the performance of these monsters. Moreover, there are constantly intruding "high-end goods" from the outside world, even if the individual quality of the elite skeleton soldiers is not much weaker than him. Still retaining the fighting instincts during his lifetime, head-to-head fights are still dangerous. (If you are wretched and wandering, Brother Lang can beat ten!)

　　 Under Taylor's teaching, Bailang practiced several basic movements such as block, rebound, back, roll, kick and so on. Although these "postures" are simple and unsightly, they are very practical.

　　 When Bailang gradually became more familiar with it, he began to learn and use it flexibly. Under the guidance of several old drivers, he constantly fine-tuned these ‘intrinsic postures’ and modified the way he exerted force. Let them adapt to themselves more, and finally derive a few strong personal style exclusive skills such as ‘smashing knees, breaking stems, headshots...’ etc.

　　 The continuous battles made him feel that his personal combat power has been advancing by leaps and bounds. Whether he is fighting with cold weapons or shooting, he has practiced well. Even the main task, he was able to reach [124/300]. Four ‘keys’ that the aborigines could not see were also randomly brushed out.

　　 But after his main mission broke through the ‘100’, the monsters in the safe zone, regardless of their variety, began to discount. Paradise is suggesting that he quickly get out of the ‘safe zone’ to challenge stronger monsters.

　　 Brother Lang, who is addicted to brushing weak chickens, once hesitated whether to activate the title of ‘Despicable Demon Hunter’? The more he beats these monsters, the more he understands that the function of this ‘title’ is so powerful!