prynovel Chapter 61 The Little Foreigner Makes a Difference
Chapter 61 The Little Foreigner Makes a Difference
The main hall of the steward's residence had been completely transformed into a bloody meat grinder.
Under the cover of night, the Bolton Group's scavenger army crushed everyone inside the mansion, their terrifying oppressive force suffocating the senses.
After the loss of the enforcement team, this army of cleaners composed of Flying Men became Bolton's last trump card.
The group of thieves completely ignored the quicklime on the ground and instead used the [Invisibility] spell to conceal their figures, becoming like ghosts without substance, and forcefully cut into the depths of the hall.
There were no roars, only the whistling of armor-piercing crossbows cutting through the air, and the cold glint of poisoned fist blades flashing in the shadows.
In the shadows on the second floor, Lynn raised his hand to press down the GM hat on his head.
He looked at the laborers struggling in the hall, his brow furrowed.
Under the blades of the Scavenger army, these mortals, whose fighting spirit had just been ignited, are suffering heavy casualties.
Laborers only have one life; they are the cornerstone of Pearl Harbor's future construction and, more importantly, living, breathing human beings. Players, fearless of death, are the perfect human shields.
Without hesitation, Lynn immediately sent a mission to the foreigner Elliott: Take Old John and all the laborers and evacuate through the sewer entrance at the back of the hall! This is up to the player.
"Yes, GM!" Upon receiving the mission, Elliott gritted his teeth, forcibly pulled away Old John, who still wanted to fight to the death, and led a large number of laborers into the underground pipe network.
With the laborers' departure, the pressure on the defense line instantly fell entirely on the players.
The most valiant demon on the front line was riddled with three heavy crossbow bolts. He withstood the combined attack of two assassins. Just as he smashed one of them in the nose with his head, a reverse-grip dagger silently pierced his throat.
Next up was the little snail, who, like a mad beast, bit down hard on a scavenger's neck, tearing off a piece of flesh, only to have his sternum shattered by a powerful kick from the scavenger.
Their vision was plunged into darkness at this moment, and their consciousness was disconnected from the game world.
The cleaner swung his fist blade and walked over, stepping over the two corpses.
The defense line was completely breached.
However, among these players who fought desperately, there was a very discordant figure: infinite respawns.
This guy, who had taken advantage of the Blood Axe Mercenary Group's inability to resist when he first arrived in the game, was now gripped by an incomprehensible, morbid fear.
His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like a wild beast driven to the brink of desperation, frantically piling up broken wooden bookshelves, shattered tables and chairs, and even the corpse of his comrade who had just been disconnected in the hall in front of him.
"Get out! All of you, get out of here!" Infinite Resurrection, hiding behind a pile of flesh and blood like a tortoise shell, frantically threw quicklime from the ground, screaming in despair, "I can't die! I absolutely can't log off! I have to live... I have to live here! I still want to sleep in the hotel tonight, I'd rather die here!!!"
Looking at the scene before him, Lynn recalled his application materials. Wasn't this guy supposed to be proficient in all kinds of martial arts and cold weapons? He even attached his own photo.
But the reaction in the game is too different; I'm afraid I was fooled by the fake resume!
Unintentionally, the infinite resurrection, a seemingly shameful display of self-preservation, inadvertently created a physical defense that the Cleaner (a class in the game) could hardly overcome quickly, allowing low-health players like the Goose (another class) to linger on.
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Outside the official residence, the sky was finally beginning to lighten.
Bolton's on-site commander glanced at her pocket watch, listening to the faint sound of the morning bells from the distant harbor, her face ashen. She couldn't delay any longer; once dawn broke, the truth would be out.
"Push up all the explosives stored in the warehouse! Blow the whole place, people and houses, to the ground!" The commander issued the most ruthless death order.
More than a dozen heavy carts loaded with explosives were pushed to the bluestone square outside the official residence. Without exception, each of these explosives had a detonation reel attached to it.
The last few Scavenger Flyers lined up in the plaza, preparing for a final sweep after the explosion.
Seeing this through a crack in the window, the players in the lobby were filled with despair, cursing loudly: "Tons of explosives? These developers can't handle this! This is a forced scripted death!"
Just when everyone thought the situation was settled, the system interface in Lynn's mind suddenly flashed slightly.
A secret communication from the underground pipeline network came through: "GM, the load-bearing structure beneath the plaza has been destroyed. They are all above and can act at any time."
Lynn finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Elliott's retreat was a ruse; his real trump card was to dig out the plaza's foundation by digging into the underground pipe network!
Wow, this time the foreigner didn't hold us back!
Lynn immediately used the system in his mind to issue an order to all the front-line players: "Everyone abandon defense and retreat to the deepest part of the hall immediately!"
Outside the official residence, Commander Bolton was preparing to order the fuse to be lit.
However, with the heavy explosives and the gathering of several suicide bombers, the already hollowed-out underground load-bearing walls reached their limit.
A cracking sound suddenly came from beneath the square.
The sewer roof, which had been eroded by seawater for many years, was already fragile. Elliott, along with dozens of strong laborers, used shovels and crowbars to smash the last few load-bearing pillars from below.
The unsupported bluestone pavement cracked instantly, and countless thick cracks spread wildly under the commander's feet like a spider web.
The commander's pupils suddenly contracted before he could even react.
"boom!!!"
The hundreds of square meters of bluestone street collapsed under his feet!
Bolton's last elite army, along with the dozen or so truckloads of explosive barrels weighing tons, plunged into a pipe several meters deep amidst desperate screams.
"Holy crap... a ground collapse kill? Awesome!!!"
"This is... a win? We got the first clear!"
The players in the lobby looked at the huge pit outside the door and cheered excitedly.
However, before the cheers could even reach the outside of the door, they were abruptly suppressed by an overwhelming pressure.
As the sun began to set, darkness slowly descended. It wasn't a solar eclipse, but rather a colossal object that completely obscured the rising sun.
Just then, a series of low tremors suddenly came from above the clouds. It wasn't the roar of a steam engine or an internal combustion engine, but rather like a magic stone generating energy in the tremors.
A massive metal behemoth broke through the morning mist, and a hundred-meter-long armed airship hovered over Pearl Harbor like a dark cloud that blotted out the sun.
The goose's eyes widened suddenly as it pointed at the exhaust plume spewing from the airship's stern and shouted excitedly, "That exhaust plume is weird! It doesn't feel like it's burning fuel, but the air around it is distorted. What kind of energy is this? This is completely illogical!"