Chapter 392 Embrace Evolution (1/2)

"I'm very sorry about your friend. I'm sorry... It's a pity that I only inherited part of the permission, otherwise I could help you find her."

On the old radio, the deep and hoarse voice was still the same as before, but the intermittent breathing seemed to have a new injury.

not only that.

In the noisy sound of electricity, there seemed to be a few more tinkling sounds of metal than before.

According to Yongshi, a lot of things happened in Vault 79 when the management permission was handed over. In addition, the shelter was in disrepair and the security system in many rooms failed.

Simply put, breaking into an unauthorized area may trigger the alarm system, causing the door to automatically lock.

Since he has been missing for so long and there is still no news, he is probably someone with bad luck.

If they hadn't read Sisi's post on the forum, everyone might have believed his lies.

"Put aside our friends' matters...are you really okay?" Sesame Paste, who was holding the radio, whispered.

"I'm fine...A few mice came into the office, and I've taken care of them."

That forced voice was somewhat insincere.

After coughing twice, he suddenly realized something and then spoke.

"...Wait a minute, why do you put aside your friend's matter? Did you just listen to what I said? She may have encountered something unexpected..."

"I heard it," Tails, who had been silent for the whole time, had a sad expression on his face, and tears actually came out of his eyes, "We will miss Sisi!"

"Me too!" Rourou raised his hand, but his face was serious.

It didn't feel like mourning, but like swearing.

Sesame Paste showed a troubled expression and nodded in confusion.

"I too...will miss Miss Sis."

It's really hard not being able to go online for three days, but to say it's sad... I can't even talk about it.

If a good friend dies, of course she will feel a little lonely and sad.

However, when she logs off every day, she can see Sisi serializing the experiment log of Shelter 79 that she ripped out of the game on the forum. At this moment, instead of feeling any sadness, she has to hold back from laughing. The sound comes.

"..."

There was noise flowing quietly from the radio, and she could probably feel the confusion and speechlessness flowing quietly.

She suddenly felt a little worried that this was an NPC.

It's like the DM in a script killing shop.

Although they have played their roles very carefully, it is obviously impossible to expect players to be like them...

In this quiet silence, the three of them walked to the end of the tunnel, where was the entrance to the copy.

The continuous sound of gunfire is far away, and the Death Corps has pushed the progress of the strategy to the end.

The building in front of the research area has completely turned into the deathclaw's lair. The scales and excrement shed by the shed skin can be seen everywhere, and it has completely transformed into the shape of the deathclaw.

Before players visit, the ecological environment of Underground City No. 79 has been in a state of dynamic balance.

As a being at the top of the food chain, no creature has ever been able to invade the Deathclaw's lair.

But at this moment, this balance was torn to pieces.

Power-type players wore KV-1s with welded steel plates in the front row, holding chainsaws in their hands to prevent the Death Claws from detouring from the sides.

Players holding assault rifles followed closely behind, and the ferocious firepower suppressed the Death Claws to death.

The orange-yellow trajectory opened an airtight net in the narrow corridor, and only roars and howls could penetrate the net.

The player in the back row set up a 20mm light rifle and fired an armor-piercing incendiary bomb at the right opportunity.

With the tacit cooperation of the players, the positions of the hunter and the prey are completely reversed.

"Brothers, try harder!"

"Come on!"

"Awesome!"

"Well, can we change the slogan to something more flavorful?"

"? What slogan can be more flavorful than these two?"

"???two?"

Blood was flying in the corridor, and the air was mixed with the smell of burning paste and the pungent smell of gunpowder.

The exhausted people carried the injured people and withdrew from the front line, and soon a wave of eager young players came on top.

In the corridor less than 20 meters away from the front line, a group of players who had just come off the front line were sitting on the ground.

Looking at the two scars on his chest that could almost see the bones, the construction site boy and Brick cursed while tying bandages on themselves.

"Damn...I almost died."

The drum washing machine sitting next to him wiped his sweat and made a complaint.

"How many Deathclaws are there here?"

"Who knows..." the boy at the construction site muttered to Brick, "but fortunately the space here is narrow and large monsters can't move. It's like trying to cross the mold like other games. It's simply impossible to play! And it's even better than Deathclaw, I think those savages are more difficult to deal with!"

It's completely different than encountering it in the wilderness.

Here, the adult Deathclaws are completely meat on the chopping board, while the juvenile Deathclaws are more dangerous.

Based on his countless hunting experiences, the multi-legged beast might be more difficult here.

That kind of mollusk covered with tentacles has a very strong vitality. Even if it catches a rifle shuttle with its face, it can still jump forward and continue to crawl forward.

For "hexagonal warriors" like Death Claws, the terrains that are really suitable are jungles and cities.

Especially in cities.

The adult Death Claw is a terrifying existence that can hunt evolved bodies and destroy the Awakened team...

Debt Dayan, who was sitting on the ground panting, suddenly spoke.

"I suddenly discovered...this place is quite suitable for a fish pond."

The boy at the construction site and Bian were stunned for a moment.

"Fish pond? What do you mean?"

“That’s what fishing means!”

Seeing that my good brother was still confused, he took a breath and continued.

"Isn't there a psychic interferometer sold at the resurrection point? That thing can be used to tame alien species. We encountered Death Claws outside before, and either couldn't win, or even if we did, they would let the other side run away. That doesn't exist here. This is a problem, there are only two ends of the corridor, there is no room to run... Hehe. "

Hearing these words, the players sitting aside were stunned.

"What the hell?! Are you trying to catch Pokémon?"

"Awesome...the intelligence department is going to rise again?"

"Hey, I'm not a human being," Bian Shuishui sighed, "The entire sequence is being strengthened, but the perception system has not been touched... Is this so reasonable?!"

The drum washing machine couldn't help but say.

"I agree. Ever since the switchblade came out, the intelligence system has been ridiculous. No matter whether others use guns or knives, they have to rush in and fight. This guy never goes to the front line. He outputs wretchedly from behind, and the DPS is not low."

"Let's sharpen it."

Seeing everyone shouting about cutting a knife, the debtor couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"You guys, are you so embarrassed to say it? Which sequence of the entire Alpha version is the younger? There are only a few versions that are stronger... What's wrong with letting me feel better?"

Can't we hope for the best for our brothers?

The boy and Brick at the construction site looked at the ceiling and muttered: "Cut it, please. Plan Ba ​​Ba."

Debt-eyed: “x-on:#% x-on:!”

Although I just mentioned it casually as a joke, if you think about it carefully, it seems quite interesting to use this place as a breeding base for death claws.

The pet style of play has been around for a long time, but it has never become mainstream.

One of the main reasons is that it costs too much to cultivate a pet, and dead pets cannot be resurrected.

It is better to raise a Death Claw than to raise a strength animal. The latter is at least cheaper, and you won't feel bad if you die. Anyway, it will be alive and kicking again in three days.

But if there is a stable SSSR that is a fish pond, then the situation is completely different.

A deathclaw with autonomous combat consciousness is much more powerful than a drone that requires real-time control.

Just as the wounded who had retreated from the front line were talking about bad ideas, the members of the White Bear Knights came over from the empty corridor.

Tails, who was riding on Rourou's shoulders, waved and said hello from afar.

"Oh, brothers, how is the progress of the strategy?"

Edge Paddling raised his head and responded.

"There's only one last bit left. I guess it won't take until night, but it should be done before noon."

"Not bad, not bad." Taitail nodded with satisfaction, "Good luck, boys! Once we get the serum, let's feed Rourou first!"

"Eh?! Wait a minute, why am I drinking?"

Tails said with shining eyes.

"Don't you want to become a human, Rourou? Don't worry, Rourou, you were so beautiful when you were a bear. When you become a human, you will definitely be a beauty!"

"Maybe it's still white hair!"

A player suddenly interjected, and the drum washing machine that was drinking water spurted out with a pop.

"Damn it, when you say that...I suddenly feel that Rourou is actually quite handsome."

"Really?" Taitail said proudly, "Our Rourou is very beautiful. I have her photo."

Upon hearing this, all the animals were instantly excited.

"What the hell."

"In reality? Real or fake?"

"Good brother, please share!"

"Wait, is that the point? Also, I'm not sure what function the serum has! And shouldn't the serum be an injection..." Rourou said, dumbfounded.

Tails pondered for a while and suddenly sighed.

"Damn it! Sisi is no longer here... Rourou's complaining skills are completely different."

Rourou: "Are you M...?"

Sesame, who was holding the radio, smiled weakly.

"Ha...haha...I feel like I can't keep up with the pace of young people."

Since the players communicated in Mandarin throughout the whole process, Yongshi on the other end of the radio did not understand what they were saying at all, but felt that these people were a little too optimistic.

This is the Deathclaw lair.

At least be serious!

but……

The fighting prowess of these people made it hard for him to find fault. The few mercenaries and aborigines he had tricked in before didn't even break through the mutated spider's nest at the door, let alone push it all the way here.

At this time, a shrill howl suddenly came from the direction of the stairs.

Everyone stopped talking and looked in the direction of the stairs.

At this time, a hoarse voice suddenly came from the radio that had been silent.

"Mother of Deathclaws..."

There seemed to be a hint of fear in that voice.

After barely understanding this sentence, Sesame Paste asked immediately.

"what is that?"

"...Deathclaws are a matriarchal society. Female Deathclaws are often much larger than males and have a longer lifespan. There are several rooms downstairs that are used as hatching nests by the Deathclaw mothers, but don't worry... Those big guys don't come out, and the widest corridor here can't accommodate them."

"Then how did they get in?" Tail asked curiously.

"Of course they crawled in before they grew that big..." A cough came from the radio, "Don't worry about those things, you don't need to go downstairs, go through the corridor in front, and you will see the door to the research area. The door there is open, you can go in directly, and I will tell you how to get the serum!"

Everyone looked at each other.

Everyone standing here was spoiled and knew that this guy was lying.

Don't let them go downstairs...

Is it because there is something there?

"...Rather than saying there is something there, could it be because it is out of his control?" Zhimahu suddenly said, "I think his previous words are not like lying, but more like concealing part of the truth..." Rourou was stunned for a moment and said, "You mean... his permission is not complete?" Putting his index finger on his chin, Zhimahu nodded slightly. "Well, either the permission is incomplete, or the part of the area occupied by the alien species is indeed damaged due to disrepair. Otherwise, he can completely cut off that part, right? Most of the doors we passed along the way... are closed, right?" Including the corridor where Sisi disappeared. When they went there again, all the doors that were originally open were closed. The biggest difference between there and other areas is that it is not occupied by alien species. Zhimahu suddenly thought of a possibility. Could it be that it was because Yongshi, as the manager, lost control of that part of the area that led to the occupation of that part of the area by alien species? In this case, that place might be the only place in the entire shelter where he could hide from the place he couldn't completely control...

"Hiss..."

While saying this, Tail glanced at the edge brother and gave him a thumbs up.

"I'll leave the downstairs to you!"

Bianbian Huashui understood, put the rifle on his shoulder, and said with a hearty smile.

"OK."

"...What are you talking about?" A hoarse voice came from the radio, and he vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Those people always communicated in a language he couldn't understand, which made him confused.

What dialect is this?

This is the first time he has heard it in all his years.

Tail: "We are discussing the battle plan!"

"Plan...Okay, it's right to have a plan, but the most dangerous area has been cleared by you, and there shouldn't be any danger later. Go quickly...get the serum and leave this place of trouble as soon as possible."

The voice on the radio was a little urging.

The treasure he had dreamed of was right in front of him.

He couldn't wait any longer...

...

The White Bear Knights walked through the cleared corridor and headed for the research area.

The players of the Death Corps spread out near the main entrance of the research area to prevent alien species from flowing in from other areas.

He approached the stairs carelessly, and the edge of the water opened its sensory tentacles towards the dark corridor, letting its consciousness blend into the darkness, sensing the subtle fluctuations from the weak airflow.

"... the sound of a beating heart."

He muttered softly, determined the direction of the target, loaded the rifle, and walked downstairs.

Downstairs was a dark hall, with load-bearing columns standing, and no lighting.

The moment he stepped on the last step, he immediately felt that the sight that had been sticking to the back of his head disappeared.

However, when the edge of the water continued to move forward following the clue he sensed, the feeling of being stared at suddenly came back again.

Stop.

Sensing that a powerful existence was approaching, Bianbianhuashui tightly grasped the assault rifle in his hand, and his eyes carefully searched every inch of the dark corner.

And at this moment, his eyes suddenly met a pair of amber pupils.

It was a death claw as huge as a dragon.

The body of more than ten meters long crawled on the ground, with its shoulders tightly pressed against the ceiling. The most striking feature was the two ridiculously long horns on its head... In the River Valley Province, ordinary death claws did not have this feature.

The air solidified for a full half a minute.

Wrapped in a hot and smelly breath, a low and hoarse voice floated out of the mouth that could only fit a cow.

"Strange, there are still living people here... How did you get here? Did that guy let you in?"

Hearing the death claw speak human words, the confusion on Bianbianhuashui's face instantly turned into surprise.

"Fuck, Junk-kun?!"

"'Junk-kun'?"

The amber pupils stared at him intently.

It obviously didn't understand what he was saying, but it could read the expression on his face.

"...Have you seen other death claws that can speak?"

Bianhuashui nodded quickly.

Although I don't know why this guy can speak human language, it seems that I have triggered the hidden plot of the level?

Taking a deep breath, he tried to speak in non-standard human language.

"...There is one in our shelter too."

This deathclaw seemed to know a lot about the shelter and spoke slowly.

"Which shelter are you from?"

"No. 404."

"404..."

The amber pupils shrank slightly, and the death claw pondered for a while.

When I was paddling, I felt that its eyes seemed a little blank. Seeing that it didn't speak for a long time, I followed up and asked.

"Are you the Yong family?"

"Yongshi...what is that? But the name does sound familiar."

Suddenly, the Death Claw seemed to have remembered something, and snorted out of its nostrils.

"I remembered that experiment... Haha, after so many years, there are still people who remember that thing."

Edge Paddling: "Experiment?"

The Death Claw slowly spoke and continued.

"The Immortal Emperor...his name - or code name is Yongshi. But that crazy plan has failed, and you can see what the outside world looks like now."

Regarding this plan, Edge Paddling has already read about it in the experiment log uploaded to the forum by Sisi, so it is not unfamiliar.

However, what confused him was the identity of the man in front of him.

He's not the Yongshi, and he's obviously not the manager, but he seems to understand it all.

"What should I call you?"

After a long silence, it slowly spoke.

"A name? I haven't used that thing for so long that I forgot about it... Anyway, I have become like this, Deathclaw or Mother of Deathclaws, whatever you want to call me."

Unable to tell whether he really forgot or didn't want to mention it, Bing Shui gave up questioning and took a deep breath to continue.

"Then let me change the question...can you tell me what happened here?"

"What happened... This is a good question. Since you know the 'Yongshi', you must know about the experiments being conducted in Vault 79."

Seeing the man in front of him nodding, the mother of deathclaws slowly spoke and continued.

"Very good, then I don't have to start from the beginning..."

"After the death of the first-generation manager, we adjusted our experimental ideas and adopted a more radical strategy. We turned the outer area of ​​the refuge into a research area, captured mutant organisms from the wasteland for genetic improvement, and then put them into the research area to simulate worse conditions. wasteland environment.”

"This is a natural testing ground. The cameras can theoretically cover every corner of the shelter, and we can completely observe the entire process of the experiment. After completing these preparations, we began to clone the unfinished experimental subjects on a large scale. And deliver them to the research area, record their survival rate, survival time and other indicators, and select the best individuals for improvement, and then repeat the experiment..."

"And in this process, it's not just clones that evolve. The mutated organisms we capture from the outside also evolve at an accelerated pace under natural selection..."

I stood aside and stared at the VM, reading the edges of the subtitles, and couldn't help but swallow.

What kind of battle royale is this?

The Deathclaw Mother did not stop and continued.

"We have obtained many excellent samples... However, what is distressing is that although they are close to perfect in physical function, there is still a big gap between the 'eternity' we imagined. And more and more experiments The data shows that when this planet enters a new era, human beings' performance under natural selection is not as good as several other alternatives... Let alone giving birth to new civilizations, maybe in a few thousand years, this planet will Not even the shadow of the person can be seen.”

"We have heard that some shelters are studying subspecies of humans. It is said that the imaginary new humans can tolerate extreme environments even better than cockroaches. Although we don't know whether they have succeeded, their research ideas have indeed given It inspired us. If we don’t stick to the form of life, our civilization can actually continue in another form...in other forms of intelligent creatures."

"Later, we adjusted our experimental ideas for the second time. We no longer limited ourselves to clones, but expanded the options to all species in the entire research area. Soon, an excellent sample stood out..."

Edge scratched the water and swallowed.

"...Deathclaws?"

"That's right," blinking her heavy eyelids, the mother of deathclaws continued, "it has strong vitality and unparalleled physical functions. Even the power armor is still slightly inferior to the fully developed deathclaws... …And the most important thing is that as long as a special serum is injected regularly, it can theoretically live forever.”

"Although from the current perspective, this seems a bit unacceptable, it will be difficult to say in a few decades. When our civilization enters a new era, when everyone embraces evolution, then' People'll not mind what their emperor looks like, and our mission will be accomplished in another form...the new era will celebrate our achievements."

"In the third year of the plan, we have successfully cultivated an almost perfect sample that can be used as a new container to accommodate our consciousness. Through nerve transplant surgery, we have successfully transplanted the consciousness of part of the residents into the eternal body."

"Unfortunately, there was a slight deviation in our experiment. Those samples were so smart that they were difficult to distinguish. Although we have accepted them, they are not very happy to accept us."

"Due to a mistake, some of the experimental subjects broke through the regional restrictions, and some even escaped outside. Among them were mutant creatures and clones that had been marginalized... You should have seen those things in the wasteland."

Is the source of the alien species here? !

This is an incredible discovery.

Edge Paddling immediately asked.

"Those Death Claws outside...all ran out from here?"

Deathclaw Mother continued.

"Most of them, actually, not just the Death Claws. Most of the early mutants in the wasteland had very weak body functions. After the improved experimental subjects escape from here, it won't take long to replace those naturally mutated mutants... Including the by-products of those experiments, including the clones we originally created."

"Clones?" Edge of Water was stunned for a moment, "You mean...the savages in this shelter?"

Deathclaw Mother said in a calm tone.

"Yes, they brought the genes here, including the tribal culture formed during the experiment. For more than a century, you may not be able to see pure-blooded 'savages', but you should be able to find some strange things from some primitive tribes. For ordinary people, especially the leaders of tribes.”

"They often have physiques that are different from ordinary people, and even show alien characteristics to some extent... Do you think that is an ability given to them by nature?"

The mother of deathclaws bared her teeth, and the cracked corners of her mouth seemed to be mocking herself.

"However, they can become leaders and continue their powerful genes in the cruel jungle... This can be regarded as the result of natural selection."

Edge paddling held its breath.

He suddenly thought of several bosses he encountered in previous versions.

Including the "Bear" of the Bloodhand clan.

There are also the "gold teeth" of the bone-chewing tribe.

Their bloodline and the culture flowing in their blood, the source of everything is here.

"I thought it was an awakening..."

The Deathclaw Mother let out a dull laugh.

"Awakening? Haha, is that what you call that phenomenon?"

Edge of Water stared at him and said suddenly.

"Are you a researcher here?"

"Researcher... well, I did participate in the experiment."

After being silent for a long time, the mother of deathclaws shook the long horn on her head and suddenly spoke in a half-joking tone.

"No more pretending. Actually, after saying so much, you probably guessed it...I am the manager here."

"Of course...some people call me the Big-horned Deer God."

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(Thanks to the leaders of "I am the most amazing cat", "What's the meaning of a name", "Kong Xiaoyuan", "Chen Zhe", and "ningyong2" for the rewards!!! Brother Meng, we are a hundred! In addition, tomorrow Extra update, I really didn’t catch up today...)