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Chapter 163 It's Harvest Season Again
"That's it?" Smokey put down the individual bazooka on his shoulder.

He thought how strong this snake king was. The presence of freezing rays and piercing screams made him feel like he was going to do his best this time.

As a result, a bomb fed into its mouth killed it, and the body was broken into countless pieces.

What an embarrassment to the monster.

Look at other steel warriors, it's no big deal to put a grenade in their buttocks, and their skin is so strong that a sniper rifle can't pierce it.

Shouldn't a crispy mage like this cast spells under the protection of a meat shield?
"Ah, Sunshine, it's been a long time! We survived!" The trapped people who had just climbed out of the elevator shaft were excited and cheered.

They once thought that they must die in the dark and dry underground.

"The people who saved us must have good equipment." The people of Giant Spirit City made a judgment.

"To defeat such a large number of enemies, they must be a well-ordered army." The guerrilla leader wearing power armor said with emotion.

Their eyes gradually adapted to the sunlight.

"Little snake snake!"

A person, a person with a crooked smile, rubbed his hands back and forth on the body of the snake man tied into a stick.

"Hey—see what I touched?" He smiled pervertedly, "It's still moving, it's still moving, it's so cute."

The man's hand continues to move down.

"Oh, oh, oh——" His body began to twist like a snake, "Look what I touched again, hehe!"

The guerrilla captain gasped.

He really wanted to kick the writhing thing away, but he was afraid that its brains would stain his beloved power armor.

It would be bad if he passed on mental illness to him.

Are you sure this thing is human?

"This kind of messy sound, this kind of psychotic behavior, this group of cyber lunatics," the Giant Spirit City man sighed helplessly, "I should have known that only the people of the Flying Potato God Sect would be so far away from the Giant Spirit City Come to the rescue."

He looked away.

"Snake girl, don't run!"

A player is chasing a panicked female Snakeman.

"Let's use the sky as our quilt and the earth as our bed, and let the sky and earth witness our beautiful love!"

Another male player, grabbed the serpent's scaly hand and forced a ring on it.

If the people of Giant Spirit City read correctly, the snake man is still male.

Snapped!
A whip struck the ground.

The player on the right has captured more than a dozen snakemen, put them on backpacks, and trained them to transport precious materials that cannot be taken away—some beautiful but worthless rocks.

"This is the friendly army that saved us? They, they, they—" the guerrilla leader stammered for a long time, unable to utter a suitable adjective.

"It's very abstract." That's how people from Giant Spirit City described it.

The guerrilla leader suddenly felt that the word "abstract" was very suitable for the group of humans in front of him who were in love with monsters.

He said: "Company dog, I didn't expect you to have the talent for clerical work."

The people of Giant Spirit City smiled wryly: "As long as you stay with this group of cyber lunatics for a long time, you won't be surprised. Their mental illness is contagious."

"Even if their behavior is inappropriate, these people still have great courage," the guerrilla captain looked at the place where the Snake King was blown up. attitude, heroic sacrifice."

The smoker came over and touched hands with Brother Lang.

"This brother," the guerrilla captain said to the smoker, "you look like the leader of the rescue team?"

The smoker nodded casually.

Whether the leader is the leader or not is another matter. Anyway, the players follow him, and they are guaranteed to have fun watching.

This attracts a lot of animals with excess energy.

The guerrilla captain lowered his voice: "Brother, can you tell me, what kind of beliefs did those soldiers who died with the Snake King sacrifice themselves?"

He solemnly turned on the recording function in the power armor.

For the Brotherhood, the great deeds that benefit humanity in the fight against monsters, whether they are members of the Brotherhood or not, should be recorded and publicized to their own people about the fearless courage of the fighters.

The smoker turned his head: "Those fighters? What are you talking about? There is only one person who confronts the Snake King head-on."

The guerrilla leader gasped again.

only one person?

Facing the tide-like crowd of snakes, going upstream against the current, among the three armies, there have been very few warriors who beheaded the enemy's general since ancient times.

It would be a pity if such a person died without a sound.

"Tell me," the guerrilla leader said with grief, "what kind of beliefs supported him to make such a great sacrifice?"

The smoker said casually: "One of his pigs died and was killed by the snake king. He is very sad."

The movement of the guerrilla leader stopped, like a stone statue.

His electronic voice could be heard trembling: "You mean, this warrior sacrificed himself and killed the Snake King just to avenge a pig he raised? Just an insignificant pig?"

"Yes." The smoker replied concisely.

Isn't that what happened? He chatted with the player who blew himself up in a private message for several minutes.

The guerrilla leader let out a long sigh.

He wanted to turn off the recording equipment, but he didn't give up.

The guerrilla leader continued to ask: "In this case, this warrior must be very skilled in martial arts, right? How did he kill the Snake King?"

"It's very simple." In front of a group of them, the player who openly stroked the snake man said with a grin, "He just slid into the snake king's stomach with a sliding shovel, and then detonated the bomb. It's so fun, next time I will Want to do the same!"

The guerrilla leader turned his head and found that the "leader" of the rescue team did not refute.

What a joke.

Meeting such a group of teammates, that warrior Izumi must have thought that his sacrifice was not worth it?
The smoker opened the forum while talking to Brother Wolf.

The player also posted a message on the forum:
[I'm awesome, right? 】

[Snakes like this, I can kill ten tons a day! 】

【*** kill my pig, it took me two weeks to raise one! 】

[Dragon and Tiger Feast tonight! 】

The guerrilla leader had his last hope: "This warrior is dead after all, right?"

The smoker thought for a while: "Dead, but not completely dead. Do you want to chat with him? Give me your contact information, and he will find you in three days."

The guerrilla leader couldn't take it anymore.

He turned off the recording equipment, and deleted the crazy words that in his opinion lowered the IQ extremely.

According to this group of psychopaths, in order to avenge a pig he raised, the warrior overcame all difficulties, sent himself into the mouth of the snake king, and then detonated the bomb; even though the flesh and blood were blown apart, he was still dead but not completely In a strange state of death.

Will anyone really believe it?

"What a warrior!" The people in Giant Spirit City applauded collectively.

Although they couldn't understand what happened, but according to their contact with the Flying Potato God Sect, they just applauded directly when they encountered this situation.

The guerrilla captain snorted and led the team away.

Although the strength of the group of gods in the underground facility is uneven, they all have the courage and normal thinking of soldiers; why is the mental state of this group of people who came to support them so strange?

"This fraternity guerrilla is really rude," one player lamented. "There's no reward for saving their life."

As he was speaking, a strangely shaped pistol was thrown out from the leaving power armor group, hitting him in the stomach.

"Just one pistol?" The player pulled the trigger.

A laser shot from the muzzle almost burned the smoker's hair.

"Wow!"

He held the never-before-seen weapon aloft like a child showing off his toy.

In the power armor group, a power armor almost fell down.

He was sorry, very sorry.

The guerrilla leader thought that he should go back to the headquarters of the Brotherhood and receive some psychological counseling.

(End of this chapter)