My Players Are So Fierce

“But can you trust the captive in your hands?”

“Most likely trustworthy, he captured He Lu but didn’t harm him, instead did some very strange enhancements to his eye and ear, and He Lu has staked his life and honor in Transylvania as a guarantee.”

Ambo answered:

“Niu Niu suggested we capture him alive and take him back to Crimson Castle for interrogation by the Grand Duke of Triss. Moreover, Old Flynn, who was captured, said many researchers at the base do not agree with the Dusk Apocalypse. They are simply research fanatics, not dangerous heretics.

He said he could help persuade them to surrender and is willing to lead us to the base’s control room. If we take over there, we can completely control all the facilities.

Finally, Old Flynn requested that we not arbitrarily enter the sealed laboratories and not destroy experimental data. He stressed that much of the research at the R-9 base could help the Transia People win the Black Disaster war.”

“It’s not up to a traitor to dictate what we do. Take him to the control room and share the route. Ambo, we’ll meet you at the control room.”

Natalie replied, then changed direction towards the core area on the second level of the base.

Ten minutes later, the two teams met here, Old Flynn had already been put in manacles that blocked spiritual energy, Niu Niu personally escorting him, and Ambo carrying He Lu on his back.

This Psychic now looks quite bizarre.

A black helmet like a fish tank covers his head to prevent the uncontrolled “laser eyes” from harming others.

Additionally, the “Ear of Hess” transplant by Old Flynn brings overwhelming sensory amplification. Without this sensory-blocking helmet, He Lu might suffer spiritual collapse due to the vast influx of information.

“Open it!”

Natalie stood before a group of heavily armed players, pointing at the mechanical door sealing the control room, her bloodied giant shark beside her bared its teeth in a provocative sneer at Old Flynn. Truthfully, being stared down by such a Wam berserker made Old Flynn, this defector scout, subconsciously shrink his neck.

As a Psychic, he despises these muscle-bound brutes the most.

“You need to release me first.”

Old Flynn said softly:

“It’s a lock with iris, fingerprint, voice, and password encryption, lacking any one won’t work.”

“Do you think I’d release a still uncertain heretic stance in a cultist base filled with killing machines?”

Natalie asked:

“Mr. Flynn, do you think we’re all fools for you to manipulate?”

“Damn!”

With panda eye rings, Old Flynn cursed:

“I hate dealing with you believers, your stubborn thinking is hopeless, look at what you’re doing here, how many valuable results have you ruined?

Dusk’s way of doing things is rotten, I admit!

But the work done by researchers here is beyond your understanding, that beautiful knowledge from the former Era…”

“No need for nonsense with him, enchanting Little Natalie, leave it to me.”

As Old Flynn was cursing, Lady Yvette’s alluring voice came from behind.

She swayed and strutted out amid players’ eye-play, bringing her hunters, casually tossing a black bra to the lucky one beside her, a reward for outstanding combat.

Cheche looked at the bra in his hand with disdain, closed his eyes, and threw it to Meow Brother beside him, who shrugged and tossed it into the psychic package.

“Come, look into my eyes, old man.”

Yvette stepped forward, gripping Old Flynn’s neck, forcing him to look into her eyes. In the flicker of her red heart-shaped pupils, Old Flynn’s gaze quickly dazed, and amidst the players’ laughter, this old yet spirited fellow unexpectedly raised a flag within seconds.

But laughing turned to a certain unspeakable silence among the players.

What are you laughing at!

The man, although aged and pathetic, managed to raise a flag, while they’re young and powerful, Niu Niu still got locked by some vile Vampire Lord, whichever way you look, they are the ones suffering more, right?

“Good boy, open it, assist us in controlling the base, and then I’ll reward you… ”

Lady Yvette said softly, releasing Old Flynn. The scout master immediately moved forward, giggling foolishly, and obediently opened the mechanical door to the control room.

This guy sure is up to something!

Even with manacles, he can open a door, proving Natalie’s vigilance was necessary.

The control room of the R-9 base isn’t large.

After all, this was once part of a biological greenhouse, torn apart in terrain shifts, lacking an independent control system, an autonomously operating control core exists here.

Shamefully speaking, Dusk discovered this place and used it for over forty years, yet they still haven’t figured out how the control core operates, merely residing within pretending to hold great advantage, when in truth the base continues to function as programmed over a thousand years ago.

However, the sci-fi styled control core triggered a strong sense of déjà vu among players, they began whispering about Star Wars, futuristic technology, topics that NPCs couldn’t comprehend.

Old Flynn said helping them control the base ends here, cultists don’t know how to modify the control core’s operational process. Since they don’t know, don’t expect Natalie and Yvette to understand these tech-side things.