All players: I can choose my own dungeon rewards.

Chapter 373 Breaking the Siege
As soon as this man finished speaking, everyone in the dark underground passage immediately focused their attention on him.

"A place that can be hidden until the end of a level? Is there really such a place?"

"How far is it exactly?"

"In our current environment, we can't use vehicles even if we have them. We can't go there."

……

These players responded in low voices. They had basically been discovered anyway, so there was no need to worry about hiding.

"Time is urgent! I can't explain too much about the specific situation! If you don't have the right props, I suggest that you first deal with the enemies outside, and then I will get a few summoned beasts to take everyone to that place to hide!"

The white summoner gave second-rate advice while sensing the enemy approaching on the ground.

"Are you sure you can hide there until you pass the level?"

Unexpectedly, the square-faced Xia player who had just called on everyone to rush out to fight asked again with a heavier tone after hearing this.

"If you are really not kidding us, I do have a way to help everyone leave together, but the energy required must be shared by everyone."

In the darkness, he focused almost all of his perception on the white summoner, and his seriousness was very obvious.

"I have no reason to lie! It's a hidden place in the desert! There's water, food and a safe environment!"

The white summoner became a little impatient when he said this. If he didn't want to rely on the power of everyone to eliminate the enemies outside, he would have run away alone.

After receiving his affirmative reply, the square-faced Xia player stopped talking nonsense.

He took out a two-foot-long cylindrical object from his personal space, which immediately attracted the attention of all the players in the dark.

Then he took the object with both hands and spread out a part of it, revealing its specific appearance. It turned out to be a prop like a scroll.

"This is a spiritual landscape painting that I obtained in an advanced copy. One of its abilities is to allow people to transform into part of its content and gain corresponding extraordinary powers. The cost of maintaining this state is borne by the person who changes, but the state can be terminated at any time. Now I will temporarily share one of its transformation abilities with everyone..."

He first briefly introduced the function of the prop he took out, and then began to work quickly, making this magical scroll emit a faint ink glow, reflecting the faces of all the people around, especially the part with several flying birds on the scroll, which became completely vivid.

At the same time, on the surface above this underground passage, several combat mechas have taken their positions to form an encirclement, and some people dressed in various clothes and with expressions that are either cold or excited are also nearby, rubbing their hands, ready to engage in battle.

These people are not ordinary natives, but a special group in this world, the ones with special abilities.

"Everyone remember! The higher-ups want you alive! There will be a reward for every living outsider captured!"

A middle-aged native standing in front of the psychic spoke emphatically at this moment, causing the somewhat excited psychic in front of him to have different expressions.

"Can't we just kill a few outsiders for fun? I heard that their means of resistance are very different, and I've been itching to do it!"

A thin and frail-looking young boy with superpowers was the first to respond. His weak appearance and arrogant and confident expression formed a huge contrast, which made people wonder what kind of superpowers he possessed that made him so eager for a bloodthirsty battle.

"Crazy Bee, if you want to be imprisoned in the lowest level of the prison, you can try to disobey the leader's orders! However, things like battles cannot be completely controlled. The death of a small number of outsiders is not a big problem, but we must grasp the degree..."

The middle-aged leader first warned the young man with superpowers, and then said that there was room for flexibility in the execution of the above instructions, and as long as they were not excessive, they could pass it smoothly.

"Great! Let me kill a few people first! None of you can steal!"

The skinny boy called Crazy Bee responded with a bloodthirsty expression, but the other psychics around him were used to it and did not express any opinions.

"Alright! All preparations are complete! Now, everyone attack! Mech team! Use firepower to blast the ground!"

The middle-aged leader then began to command the battle.

In fact, they had already confirmed the players hiding underground through technological means, but considering the requirement from above to capture them alive, they had delayed until now to make all the arrangements and planned to capture all the players into the laboratory.

Boom~Boom~Boom~
Missiles were then launched by the mechas from all directions around, bombarding the underground passage where the players were hiding. Under the effect of the explosive energy, a large amount of soil instantly shot up into the sky, revealing the hidden space underneath.

The explosive force of these bombs was arranged quite cleverly, being able to blast open the ground without causing too much damage to the players inside. The natives had already taken the players' ability to withstand pressure into consideration, hoping to leave them alive so that they could be captured alive.

"The Psychic Team! Action begins!"

The enemy had been forcibly opened and exposed, so the middle-aged leader ordered the psychics in front of him to take action, rushing towards the position of the player who had just been bombed.

Originally, this work could be handed over to ordinary indigenous people to complete, relying on the strength of numbers and not fearing sacrifice to achieve the goal.

But after a battle earlier today, their leader believed that these outsiders were quite powerful and it would be difficult for ordinary people to deal with them even if they had professional armed training and had the advantage of numbers.

So they summoned people with special abilities whose strength far exceeded that of ordinary people to do this, which was enough to show that the leader was very concerned about capturing these outsiders.

"My little cuties! Your Crazy Bee Grandpa is here!"

The thin and weak-looking young boy with superpowers was running in the front at this time, shouting arrogantly without any scruples. Although he looked the weakest, he acted more reckless than anyone else.

Compared with his more stable psychic companions behind him, he not only looks the least combat-ready, but also seems to have the most casual equipment.

He was wearing a pair of flip-flops, a thin short-sleeved shirt and shorts, and the only weapon in his hand was a black dagger. If someone saw him for the first time, they would definitely think he was a low-class native boy who was living on the edge of death. But the boy dared to be so brave, and there was a reason for it. It was not that he was really mentally ill. People like that would not live to join the superpower team in this world.

He first rushed to the front in flip-flops where the aftermath of the explosion had not yet dissipated, and then his speed suddenly increased more than ten times. His figure flew into the dust almost instantly. It turned out that he was a melee mutant specialized in speed and strength.

"Hahaha! Who will be the lucky person that I kill first?"

He was still extremely arrogant as he rushed into a group of unknown enemies, spinning the black dagger in his hand, intending to brutally kill the first outsider he met. It seemed that he had completely ignored his safety in this environment. It could be said that he was extremely crazy.

But this young man, who was feared by other superpowers, soon discovered through his extraordinary perception that a scene appeared in front of him that he could not understand:

In the tunnel that was blown open by the bomb, in the full dust, he did not find a single figure. Only strange gray-black birds soared into the sky from the tunnel and flew in all directions of the sky, as if hundreds of crows had finished foraging and were preparing to return to their homes, and were about to disappear in all the distance at a very fast speed under the cover of night.

This strange scene made the crazy young man hesitate for a moment, and the black dagger in his hand stopped turning.

But he was not a man without combat experience. He then realized that these strange little birds that suddenly appeared might have been created by the target group specifically to confuse them.

So he quickly searched for the enemy's traces, while using the black dagger in his hand to frantically attack the strange little bird that had not yet flown far away, intending to kill as many as possible and try his best to thwart the enemy's conspiracy.

The black blade then cut the surrounding air back and forth in the young man's hand at a terrifying speed. In less than a second, it accurately and continuously penetrated the bodies of ten flying birds, drawing a zigzag path full of murderous intent.

The psychics at the back were also shocked by the sudden appearance of the birds flying in all directions.

Some of them started drawing their guns and shooting, while others launched supernatural powers such as fireballs or wind blades to launch large-scale attacks.

There was even a woman who had mastered ice-related supernatural powers. She immediately raised her palms towards the sky and released a freezing cold air, preparing to forcibly keep these unknown beings that suddenly appeared.

"Extremely cold! Maximum range!"

The female psychic was seen shouting wildly in her heart, and a large area of ​​tiny ice crystals condensed out of thin air in the direction of her palms, as if some kind of hail had fallen on the surrounding land, causing the temperature in this local area to drop by dozens of degrees in an instant.

But there is only one result for all the efforts, that is, it is useless!

No matter whether it was the multiple gray-black birds that were chopped by the crazy young man's dagger, or the birds in the air that were hit by the psychics' fireballs or wind blades, or even all the targets in the large range targeted by the ice-type psychic woman, none of them were affected at all!
They displayed strong non-physical characteristics. All attacks passed through their bodies directly. All restrictions had no binding force and could not stop them from dispersing into hundreds and flying in all directions of the surrounding area!

"Mech Team! Bomb them! Bomb them with maximum firepower! Bomb them all down!"

The middle-aged indigenous leader who had been confident suddenly became a little panicked. He had never expected that things would suddenly turn out like this. The enemies that had gathered together unexpectedly turned into gray-black birds flying all over the sky, and seemed to be immune to attacks. This was a scene that was rarely seen even in the field of supernatural powers. However, he could not just let things develop like this, and he had to make some efforts.

The deafening roar occurred again, and the combat mechas waiting in the surroundings took off into the air, rushing towards the strange birds that were flying away in different directions, and then aimed their guns at them and spewed out terrifying tongues of fire. Some mechas even used high-powered bombs as ordered, blasting dazzling flames like small suns in the air, but they were still unable to destroy or prevent any bird from leaving.

"what is happening!"

"Why is there a flock of birds underground?!"

"Those were not birds! They were an illusion! We were all deceived!"

"Who said that outsiders are all underground!"

"Ah! I want to kill someone! I want to kill someone!!!"

……

The failure of the encirclement and suppression operation immediately caused the puzzled psychics on the ground to talk a lot about it, because most of them did not have the ability to fly, and it was impossible for them to follow those strange flying birds and launch a chase like the mecha team. Their strength was now unable to save the situation that was on the verge of failure.

It was foreseeable that the pursuit of those mechas would be in vain. They were completely led by the enemy and dispersed to chase hundreds of strange flying birds in all directions.

There is no doubt that they will lose track of most of them later on. After all, the number of birds is far greater than the number of mechas, and it is impossible to take care of all of them in the distribution.

The middle-aged native who led the operation was sweating profusely. He knew that he had suffered a shameful defeat, but he did not dare to hide it from his superiors. He could only bite the bullet and send a communication to report that an unexpected situation had occurred here, that none of the outsiders were caught, and that they had lost all trace.

But what surprised the middle-aged man was that the people above were not very surprised by his failure. Instead, they comforted him and said that these were normal situations, which had happened more than once, and that the leader would personally lead people to take back the situation later.

"The power of outsiders is so strange that it's not surprising for them to encounter any unexpected events...

You must have heard of the superpower mecha master Datou Yellen. Half an hour ago, the search team he led suffered a tragic defeat and was almost wiped out. And they were facing only one outsider...

Although these failures caused certain losses, they were also proof of the leader's foresight. The reason why the leader was determined to capture them alive was to uncover the various secrets of them. Once successful, it would bring benefits thousands of times greater than the losses...

So you must remain patient and confident and prepare for the upcoming big action...

At that time, the leader will fully digest all the known information and personally lead the team to capture all the outsiders..."

While the indigenous side was summarizing their own experiences and lessons and making subsequent plans, the players who had escaped from the underground passage earlier had almost all gotten rid of the mecha's tracking and, led by the white summoner, flew collectively to the location of Wang Zhifan's black tower.

They have now all transformed into the image of gray-black flying birds, with very high flying speed and concealment.

This is undoubtedly achieved by relying on the function of the square-faced Xia Guo player to share high-level props. Therefore, these people now care a lot about this player, and feel admiration and jealous of this person for sharing powerful props.

(End of this chapter)