novellhall Chapter 110 Unknown Holy Light
Chapter 110 Unknown Holy Light
Chapter 110 Unknown Holy Light
Just as this conversation was about to continue indefinitely until the end of the instance, Brother Ironwall stepped forward once again.
The Iron Wall Heavy Sword slammed into the ground, raising a ring of crimson dust, and the voice boomed like a bell: "Enough of the idle talk! The erosion of logic will accumulate over time. If we dawdle any longer, Wu Husheng's healing spells will probably lose most of their effectiveness."
He looked around at everyone, considered for a while, and then said, "I propose that the Stealth Assassin scout ahead, the Phase Cat provide mid-range support, the Graffiti Artist stabilize the turbulence, and the Iron Wall and the Gunslinger clear the way. The rest of you will provide support from the sidelines."
After speaking, the Iron Wall guy paused for a moment, "No objections, right?"
Lu Qingfeng and the three others who had teleported with him formed a small team of four from the Chaos faction. They exchanged glances and nodded.
"No problem on our end." "Me too." "Sure, boss!"
"Since that's the case, let's not waste time with idle talk. I won't go into the specific tactical arrangements. Everyone has come this far, and they all have their own fighting methods."
After assigning tasks and exchanging some consumables, the elusive figure, like ink dropped into water, suddenly disappeared into the distorted shadow of the data stream ahead, leaving only semi-transparent footprints flickering on the scorched earth before vanishing completely three breaths later.
It must be said that everyone who has made it this far possesses extraordinary skills. With Yin Cici leading the way, Lu Qingfeng and his group have walked across the wasteland for several tens of minutes without encountering any problems. However, this good luck is about to come to an end—
"Three hundred meters to the southeast, there's an abnormal pulse in the gear array." Arcane runes danced at Phase Cat's fingertips, his silver robes billowing without wind. "But the logical turbulence is too dense, like torn code—wait!"
Before the words had even finished—
"Sizzle!"
A faint, piercing scream tore through the silence!
He staggered back to the center of the group, his left arm showing digitized flesh and blood disintegrating into pixelated afterimages, and a crimson pop-up window on the internet exploded:
[Network Alert: Logic Erosion +5! Data Virus/Parasit has been implanted!]
"Purify!" Wu Husheng's staff snapped, and the tendrils of holy light reached into the wound. Clearly, as a member of the Chaos faction, her holy light was not quite normal either.
"Holy crap, what kind of holy light is this? Did you kill my bro?" Xiaoxiaoxiao exclaimed in surprise from the side.
"Shut up, stop making noise, the injured person hasn't said anything yet!"
"He wasn't making a fuss, was he? He just got knocked out by your tentacles!" Xiaoxiaoxiao, who was pushed aside, could only mutter to herself. Fortunately, although Wuhusheng's treatment method was somewhat abstract, it was still quite effective. The data-driven flesh on the injured Hidden Thorn was quickly restored, and the person was also woken up by the pain.
Upon waking, Yin Cici abruptly pulled her arm back, beads of sweat appearing on her forehead. The scattered pixelated afterimages on her left arm had completely faded, and her skin had returned to normal, though a slight numbness remained.
"Thank you so much—" Yin Cici uttered a voice of gratitude, but his trembling arm indicated that his heart was not at peace. Wu Husheng put away his staff, his moon-white robe sleeves fluttering lightly, and the remaining embers of holy light at his fingertips condensed into a crooked butterfly, which fluttered twice and dissipated in the data turbulence, giving off a strange sense of holiness, if one ignored the Chaos faction.
"The holy light has its own rhythm. Next time, remember to inform me of your pain threshold in advance."
"Alright! The important thing is that everyone is okay!" Iron Wall slammed his heavy sword on the ground again, the crimson dust ring shaking away the scorched earth, clearly he was having another brainstorming session.
"Going solo to explore is too risky; logical turbulence will distort perception. How about a full-team push? Hydrogen Wind and I will lead the way, with Hidden Thorn and Thorn Speaker providing support from the left and right. Graffiti's mental barrier will cover the entire team, ranged classes will provide damage from the center, and Wuhusheng will focus on purifying the erosion!"
"By the way, Hydrogen Wind—uh, fellow Daoist, the way you address people on the Eastern side is really strange. Can you share the pressure of clearing the path with me?"
Lu Qingfeng naturally nodded in agreement. How could he not contribute to a team-based dungeon? This Iron Wall was a reliable leader, and since he didn't have to worry about being betrayed, he naturally trusted his command.
[Comprehensive Network Alert: Warning Value 5.73%]
Watch me continue to play dumb and fool Skynet, but what exactly is this warning value related to? I'll do a few more small experiments to verify it later.
Just to be on the safe side, he still scanned the area with his aura. There were no more traps like the one Shadow Assassin used to ambush him, but it was hard to say. These kinds of things were impossible to guard against and left no trace.
And so, the ten-person formation, though crooked and unsteady, continued to advance steadily.
The crimson desert was distorted and deformed by the torrent of data; eerie blue arcs of electricity flickered in and out of the cracks in the scorched earth. As they reached the valley surrounded by gear-shaped rocky hills, Phase Cat suddenly raised his hand: "Stop! Three o'clock position, metallic reaction—"
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"Boom!"
Three war machines, each five or six meters tall, burst from the ground!
Shaped like a giant scorpion, its tail pincers vibrate at a high frequency with a chilling glint of serrated teeth, its compound eyes roll with scarlet binary code, and its joints spew out scorching steam.
[Patrol War Machine (Elite)]
The logo of the comprehensive network hangs high above the Cancer's head.
"Scatter! I'll take charge of the left flank, War God with rifle butts focus fire on the right eye sensor!" Iron Wall roared as his heavy sword slashed the ground, and a crimson dust wave exploded out.
He met the central machine like a mountain, the blade colliding with the giant metal pincers, sparks flying.
"Roger!" The bowstring of the War God rang out, and three enchanted arrows were driven into the right mechanical compound eye in a triangular formation.
Phase Cat summoned arcane missiles, which precisely struck the mechanical guard's knee joint bearings.
The Warlock Mother Dragon (abbreviated) let out a strange laugh, and shadow tentacles wrapped around the tail of the left-wing machine from the ground. The Thorn Speaker, who was just as strange as him, chanted a spell, and data vines broke through the ground and grew wildly to bind his feet.
"Whoosh! Art time!" The graffiti artist swung his charcoal pencil swiftly, and a semi-transparent shield-shaped barrier enveloped the entire team. The energy beams shot from the machine collided with the barrier and slid off like water droplets.
He stealthily lunged forward, his body close to the ground, the cold glint of his dagger aimed precisely at the gaps in the hydraulic lines.
Lu Qingfeng also seized the opportunity to enter the battle, using the force of the impact to receive a punch from the mechanical giant, and then his fingertips touched the data interface of the mechanical elbow joint.
Tiebi understood, and slashed down with his heavy sword, the sound of gears cracking ringing out.
"Purify!" With a light tap of the staff of the Ashoka tree, a fine rain of shadowy holy light fell.
The machine, entangled by shadow tentacles, suddenly stiffened, its surface code flashing wildly before it disintegrated with a bang.
The other two machines were forced to retreat under concentrated fire. The Gunslinger God's final arrow pierced the core processor, and the Phase Cat finished it off with Arcane Nova. The wreckage turned into a shower of light fragments in the data turbulence.
[Teamwork defeated 3 patrol-type war machines! Logic Erosion layers temporarily reset to zero!]
[Obtained: Data Core Fragment *9, Damaged Logic Chip *3]
[Bonus Rewards: 891 Kill Experience Points, 113 Disaster Coins (assigned based on player contribution)]
"Easy peasy!" the graffiti artist cheered, putting away his charcoal pencil. Disorder Tower was already crouching beside the wreckage, prying apart parts, his eyes gleaming: "The material of these gears—can be modified into a logic jammer!"
Iron Wall sheathed his sword, surveyed his unharmed teammates, and a rare smile appeared on his face: "Good teamwork. But there will definitely be stronger guards in the core area of the factory, so everyone stay alert."
Lu Qingfeng smiled and nodded. At least for now, this instance is relatively peaceful, excluding the ridiculous warning value mechanism.
[Comprehensive Network Alert: Warning Value 5.73%]
Very good. My actions just now did not increase the warning value much, which means that the warning value is not related to the action. So what is it related to?
Is it really Kunlun?
Does this mean I have a lot of room to maneuver without revealing the Kunlun lineage?
凸 (#皿), yeah right!
I can't take it anymore! If this continues, I'll start to go crazy and superstitious!