My Players Are So Fierce

“Don’t panic! Everyone return to your posts! Where’s the security team? Quickly activate all biological weapons in sequences 1-9! This is a great opportunity to test the combat effectiveness of our biological weapons.

Flynn, come with me.

It’s time to unleash the ‘Wolf Pack’ that I personally crafted.

Ha, those guys think they’ve seen the true wolf lineage just by fighting the Wolf People, but I’ll show them that the pathetic Wolf People are nothing in the face of my extraordinary creations!

Flynn?

What are you standing there for? Come on!”

In the roar of the Explorer, Old Flynn, somewhat flustered, followed along, but he kept looking back at the holographic projection of the intruders storming into the base.

He didn’t know if it was his imagination, but he just saw someone who looked a lot like his disciple…

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“Haha, chop, kill! Boss Wam is watching us, charge!”

Above the base, using ten linked photon bombs, a Big Shark holding a battle axe just completed a massacre, blasting a big hole in the cultist base’s disguise layer.

The bizarrely shaped metal robots that pounced were easily cut down by him.

Although these things couldn’t bleed or have their heads chopped off for a sacrifice to Boss Wam, Big Shark and his Wam Brothers sought the joy of battle.

They didn’t really care who the enemy was or what their fate would be.

But while Big Shark didn’t care, that didn’t mean others didn’t care.

Red Knight Meow Brother led his team charging into the base from another side, and they were confronted by a large black passageway, seemingly an area for large machinery, as a group of players cautiously advanced. But just a few steps in, the sound of machinery echoed, and four oval covers on top of the passageway flipped open, revealing four heavy twin-barrel, rapid-fire guns.

The red targeting beams locked onto Meow Brother and his team, followed immediately by a deep explosive roar.

“Damn! Have we stormed into a future base? How did we jump from mounts and blades to 2077 all of a sudden?!”

Meow Brother cried out, shrinking back, while Three Five Battles raised a heavy shield to block the onslaught. Their team, aside from the embarrassing scout Yan Song, were all Silver Rankers, with solid quality.

Little Hand darted into the shadows, Brother Black Silk and Ring Attack leapt left and right against the walls, attempting to slash apart the booming defense turrets with cold weapons, while Yan Song was pinned down by Meow Brother, sheltered behind the shield raised by Three Five Battles, not in immediate danger.

“Old Qu! Where’s your anti-tank gun? Fire already!”

Meow Brother shouted at the top of his lungs, while Brother Qu, hiding on the side, disdainfully pursed his lips.

He had long since set up his gun.

Although using his beloved big gun to hit defense turrets might sound absurd, with burning gold-tipped bullets, its penetration power was undeniable.

A dull “boom” echoed, the foremost turret was pierced with one shot, dazzling sparks danced over the mechanical shell, stopping its operation, while Ring Attack and Black Silk achieved the feat of slicing the turret, bringing that booming contraption to a halt, and the last turret was hit straight in the gun muzzle by a butcher battle axe thrown by Meow Brother.

Thus a crisis dissipated into nothingness, but before the Big Bird Team could catch their breath, heavy footsteps rushed out from the passage ahead, revealing over a dozen Barbarians.

But these guys were covered with strange tubes, with liquids of various colors flowing inside, each carrying something like a respiratory pack on their back, and their bodies were covered with stitched seams.

“Is this a Tyrant?”

Three Five Battles shouted:

“Look! They have claws like a Tyrant, this is clearly a science freak!”

“Or call them biological weapons.”

Brother Black Silk, with a cool demeanor, gripped the handle of a large katana on his back with both hands, and said:

“Watch me take them down with my invincible sword-drawing technique!”

Before he finished speaking, a burst of fire exploded over the head of the fastest charging “science monster,” completing the assassination but failing to finish off the enemy. Little Hand cursed, backflipping back into the shadows, reminding in team communications:

“Be careful, these guys’ brains aren’t a fatal flaw, I doubt the heart is either, damn, these heretics really have some tricks…”

“Ah!!!”

A piercing scream suddenly echoed from the edge of the battlefield, causing Meow Brother, who was just about to summon the Bloodwood Treeman, to jerk his head around. He saw Roar of the Lion in Hedong from the Soldier Strike Group being smashed into the back wall like a warhammer by a bizarre octopus tentacle.

This suffocating Silver muscled man shouted amidst the dust:

“We’ve got a rampaging tentacle monster over here! Damn, these evil things!”