Ark, a chat group for gamers

The pirated player didn't completely escape, he just took advantage of the system to take advantage of a loophole that was difficult for others to find when he landed in Lateran City.

It is true that he succeeded, but this loophole also brought some adverse effects to the pirate players themselves.

This effect is like using a remote computer control, switching through a certain port to control another terminal.

And this transfer will inevitably cause a delay problem, and it is almost impossible to solve this delay problem.

However, the pirate player still minimized the impact of the delay, and the plan was quite special, only he and the group owner could do it.

Consciousness, the pirated version player threw his main consciousness into the bird egg of Big Eye, which allowed him to control the body with zero delay, because in essence this is equivalent to direct control without using transfer.

But the price of doing so is to let one's own body fall into an unconscious state.

Pirate players naturally don't think there is anything wrong with this. After all, the group owner has no way to get rid of his body. If it is possible, then it won't be said that at the end of the previous generation of players' war, it was the group owner and others. The sealed ending is over.

But this also means that pirated players have no way to fully use their own system, nor can they use their residual permissions in the chat group.

This was the opportunity for the group leader, and he took a big gamble. During this extremely short gap, he completed all operations in one go.

Officially pull into the group chat, grant administrator status, transfer administrator status, and kick out of the group chat.

The group owner killed two birds with one stone, and directly accomplished what he had always wanted to do before.

In this way, not only did he make it impossible for pirated players to continue spying on the chat group, but he also handed over to this group of players the management authority that he had been stuck for a long time and couldn't issue.

And all of this is also the key prerequisite for the group owner's plan to be implemented.

If I use the group owner's own words to describe these operations, then there is only one sentence - I can make a brilliant combination of eight consecutive dark dice, can't I kill you, a troublemaker?

The pirated players also thought of this with hindsight, but just as the group owner expected, the process of all this is quite unstable. It can be said that as long as the pirated players have a little precaution, they will not succeed, but once they succeed, It will not leave any room for pirated players to continue to operate.

The reality of being beaten by Zhou Yu with the purest skills made the pirate players not have the energy to seize those opportunities.

When people are at the top, they will always ignore these opportunities.

And for a person who is habitual to cheat, let him admit that his skills are not as good as others, it will really make him superior.

Of course, Zhou Yu didn't know what the pirate player in front of him was going crazy, and kept shouting a person's name as if he had broken his defense, but Zhou Yu knew another truth: killing him while he was sick!

"God Drinking and Burning Wine Art!"

All of a sudden, all the dragon wine fires were aroused, and the dragon wine that had been scattered throughout the battlefield made an explosion-like sound.

The originally pale flame rose instantly at this moment, and in the midst of the raging fire, golden flames began to emerge.

At this moment, Zhou Yu summoned the power of the God Drinking Ming King, and burned all the dragon wine. The God Drinking Wine Burning Art given by the Nuanxue system completely pushed these drinks into a state of deflagration, so that they could be completely burned in an instant. At the cost of burning it out, it made it burst into the strongest attack that Zhou Yu could do.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the ruins around Zhou Yu and the pirate players had turned into a molten solid-liquid mixture, and then a semicircular deep pit appeared, and the already devastated foundation of the mobile city finally Unable to bear the pressure, it began to collapse to the bottom.

The high temperature destroyed the strength of the load-bearing metal in the middle layer, while the surface layer that crashed above brought devastating pressure to the plane below the mobile city.

The underground layers of this urban area are collapsing layer by layer, and the blowing air current drives those platinum-gold fireworks straight into the sky, and for a moment it seems like a pillar of fire that reaches the sky rises from the ground. A tall tower shaped like a torch stands tall on the ground in Lateran City.

And these fireworks are also spreading on the pirated player's body. At first they only stay on the surface of his body, but soon they continue to pour out from the cracks in his body. When the two of them have touched the real earth, these flames have already It was sprayed out from his simple flat mouth and nose.

The pirate player held the long sword in Zhou Yu's hand with both hands, and then stretched out his hand to try to grab Zhou Yu's head, but before his arm straightened, the flames had already turned his arm into ashes.

"I'll be back again."

The voice of the devil from hell echoed from his remaining head, carrying endless venom, clinging to Zhou Yu's ears like a poisonous snake: "This is far from the end, the seal is loosening - I will return !"

Zhou Yu shrugged, and twisted the long sword in his hand more forcefully: "You can do whatever you want."

In the end, the bird egg named Big Eye collapsed before the pirate players realized it.

Under the attack of the meat pigeon player with all its strength, the strange object attached by the pirated player was completely shattered and burned, leaving only a pile of wreckage that could not be seen clearly.

"Big Bird's eyes, which can see hundreds of miles away, can no longer see..."

The system notification representing the death of Big Eye appeared in Zhou Yu's ear, and the chat group that was in normal operation also returned with it. A large number of group chat content gushed out like a flood from a dam, and the speed of content refresh was even faster than People like Zhou Yu with excellent dynamic vision can't catch up.

With the retreat of Big Eyes and pirated players, the function of the chat group has finally returned to normal. As for the reason for this partial blocking, it is not something that needs to be considered right now.

Zhou Yu let out a sigh of relief. He untied a green wine gourd from his waist pocket and began pouring the medicinal wine into his mouth frantically, sighing to himself:

"Mother Xipi, this numerical monster just touched me and almost lost my achievement of clearing the level with one life. It's a bit shitty."

Meat Pigeon Suffering Salted Fish: I've got it done here, how about yours?

Cube Liver Emperor Lin: Not so bad.

Nest of Swarm September: I'm right next to the forest, I'm looking at the field, let me translate for you.

Nest of Bugs Nest September: It's like an inflatable doll, it doesn't move and doesn't cry, the second brother thinks it's boring.

Soulboy Zixu: Guigui, the words are so explosive.

Cube Liver Emperor Lin:?

Cube Liver Emperor Lin: Fart!The chirping of the apocalypse bird is so loud that it can be heard in the entire Rutland City, but those guys are all there, and you are still spreading rumors?

Nest of Bugs Nest September: Shit, I am obviously taking care of you, or you want to see me say: Linzi sent the apocalypse bird to the whole city and heard the apocalypse bird call?

Meat Pigeon Suffering Salted Fish: Explosive!

Soul guy Zixu: Dian!

Canglan Star Yang Wudi: Happy!

Cube Liver Emperor Lin: You are so damn good!

Red Police Laohou: Urgent!

Cube Liver Emperor Lin: ...

In the distance, the chirping of the Apocalypse bird became much louder, and the lightsaber flying across the sky became thicker and brighter.

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Chapter 327 Curse is also Romance

Norman pulled the trigger, and the brass-colored bullet squeezed out from the barrel, spinning and piercing through the Faceless Man in front of him, piercing through the phantom-like illusory body.

In terms of functionality, the shooting game system may not be able to catch up with those systems that are inherently balanced on the ground, but in terms of combat, the shooting game system is also much more comprehensive.

The apocalypse bird relied on the ability of big eyes to make all the electronic equipment on Norman's body scrapped. This kind of interference ability beyond common sense was further amplified by pirate players, so that some components in the shooting game system were finally affected. .

And one of them is the more important pathfinding function.

Generally, in shooting games, except for those games with hard core as the core content, most games will give a small map that identifies the enemy and friends, plus a head-up HUD display, so as to ensure that the player has a good understanding of the game. The ability to collect battlefield information.

However, under the influence of Big Eye, Norman's small map and HUD head-up display also stopped working directly. After all, these abilities are essentially set to rely on electrical power to operate, and the result was just taken advantage of by Big Eye's ability. This led to the formation of an anti-repressive relationship between the two.

Although it is said that after losing these abilities, Norman will not be as uncomfortable as the wheelchair person who lost his wheelchair. After all, he has played a lot of hardcore shooting games—besides, human beings themselves are not so uncomfortable. For a species that is born with a minimap, it would be better to say that life is normal without a minimap.

However, after losing this function of tracking and identifying the enemy and the enemy, it really brought a trouble to Norman now.

Rutland City is so big, where should he go to find that damn bird egg?

After all, according to Brisk's hint, the eggs of the Apocalypse Bird are randomly deployed in different areas, and in the real world, there is also no such thing as Lobotomy's God's Perspective.

According to metaphysics, the only way for Norman to find bird eggs in Rutland City is to believe in the curse of the magic bullet.

The devil curses the man who wields this gun, and the bullets he fires will eventually pierce the heart of his loved one.

But even a reckless man as confused as Norman, after thinking about this possibility carefully, can't help but sigh that if he really acts according to this curse, it would be too bloody.

Fortunately, even in this situation, Norman is not helpless.

In fact, Norman just has the ability to find his own direction in this situation.

This ability will appear redundant and useless when it has the ability to directly distinguish between friend and foe on the small map, but after such advanced equipment fails, it can shine.

It was a red flare, fired from an old-fashioned flare gun, and it was inferior to the modernized flare grenade in terms of time spent in the air and brightness of the illumination.

However, this flare came from Norman's game system, the content of the game called "Battlefield One".

Yes, that is a unique special prop belonging to the Scout of Battlefield 1. After it is fired, it can directly light up all enemies in the lighting area, directly helping the user and his team to find enemies.

The old method does not mean that it is useless, just like after having electronic fire control, artillerymen also have to train unassisted artillery fire.

When modern weapons are out of use, these old guys can always bring people the simple surprises that belong to their age.

Relying on the signal flares to find the enemy, Norman walked all the way in the ruins, gradually leaving the battlefield where the pirated players were, and went deep into other urban areas that had not been affected by the disaster of the Apocalypse Bird.

In the end, he found his target in a department store in an urban area, the little beak transformed from a punishment bird.

And, the countless strange creatures wrapped around the small beak.

In Norman's view, these strange creatures look like souls, to be precise, innocent souls.

Their shapes are erratic and vague, and the only recognizable part is the hideous and disgusting mouthparts, which are almost the same as the small beak on the belly of the punishment bird.

But compared to pirated players, these existences can at least be identified as human beings, even body and gender, and some racial characteristics.

And when Norman confronted these beings, he found that the racial characteristics of these beings were all Sakota without exception.

After all, even without facial features and body skin, the broken halo and wings are still very conspicuous.

However, this obviously does not belong to the content of attention that Brisk said before, and analyzing the reasons itself is not Norman's strong point.

All he knew was that these guys were standing between him and the little beak, that's all.

Then, Norman's only choice is to fire all the firepower.

The guns fired, and Norman launched an attack on the department store that had been reduced to a ghost town.

"One thing to say, this feeling is like..."

Norman dodged to avoid the pounce of a wronged soul, and pressed the muzzle of the gun against the back of the opponent's head, and broke the wronged soul's head with a bullet:

"It's like hitting Grappa Mountain alone!"

At this time, Norman had already rushed into the building. During the battle, he had discovered that the physical strength of these ghosts was not high, at least they couldn't withstand the bursts of his own rifle.

In this case, as a player of shooting games, the strength that Norman can display is naturally not much to say.

The endless ghosts can't shake Norman's heart, and their obstruction can't make Norman's energy drop, even if some ghosts squeeze to Norman's side relying on numbers, and leave some scars on his body , It is also impossible to accumulate wounds such as accumulating less into more.

He is like a meat grinder, crushing all these innocent souls into bone and meat paste.

Norman sprinted forward, cleared a path with the rifle in his hand, and headed straight for the source of these wronged souls.

In the end, Norman found his goal on the top of the building.

Among the unjust souls overflowing to the edge of the building, the bird's egg named Little Beak was standing in it.

But as soon as Norman stepped onto the roof, the countless souls began to squeeze themselves, like fine bubbles, they were constantly merging themselves with other souls to form a huge Sakota wronged soul.

The huge wronged soul just let out a meaningless roar, and blew away the bricks and tiles on the roof, so that Norman had to lower his body to find a point of strength.

But his gaze never left the center of the beak.

Inside the irregular red eggshell, Norman clearly saw a heart beating slowly, as if the heart had become the main organ of the little beak.

Norman narrowed his eyes. He put the SIG rifle he had been using into his backpack and took the magic bullet on his back in his hand.

The next moment, the huge wronged soul suddenly plunged his hands into the floor under his feet, and the powerful destructive force directly made the whole building start to shake.

Afterwards, its arm became deformed, like an ugly big mouth, which began to suck in and devour the existence in front of it.

The shaking of the building reached a frightening level, and it seemed that it might collapse at any time. Its top structure was stripped off in large sections, and then it was directly chewed by the huge innocent soul.

The floor tiles under Norman's feet also gradually fell off, driving his body to start moving towards the huge innocent soul.

But during this process, he didn't show any movement to struggle and resist. He just raised the magic bullet in his hand and aimed the sight at the body of the huge innocent soul.

Norman's gaze penetrated the body of the huge wronged soul, and landed directly on the small beak, and landed on the heart in the small beak.

Crush it, and Beak dies with Fiameta.

Hold your breath, concentrate, aim...

Norman's body was getting closer and closer to the huge wronged soul, but he still didn't make any movements, as if he was waiting for a signal.

In Norman's eyes, his peripheral vision was still observing something else.

For example, in the system panel, the number of crit multipliers is constantly increasing after he is in a state of holding his breath, and another example is the chat group that has not moved yet.

Wait, that signal comes.

Nest of Swarm September: I'm right next to the forest, I'm looking at the field, let me translate for you.

boom--!

The index finger on the trigger was pulled down, and the explosive gunshot seemed to bring a contradictory sense of silence, and all the noise around him disappeared.