I give the world destruction and new life

Harward was actually used to the severely mutated 'humanoid' creatures above his head. These enemies who called themselves players particularly liked to carry out such surprise attacks.

The human snake had no attack ability at all. He hung himself from the ceiling with a rope for the sole purpose of scaring them and giving an early warning to the 'friendly forces' behind him.

When Harward was killing the man-snake, his ears were surrounded by the other's sharp and harsh laughter, as if the other's purpose of living was to scare him.

"Crazy! They are all crazy!" Harward instantly fell into dire straits. The individual bunkers dug by the players along both sides of the tunnel were only half a meter deep. They did not have much protective effect at all. A life-for-life style of play.

Harward could only bite the bullet and throw all the projectiles on his body forward, including a gas bomb. Then he put the gas mask around his waist on his face, lay on the ground and crawled back. climb.

The comrades behind him also quickly activated the rope puller and dragged him back quickly.

This small rope puller relies on a small and simple motor to quickly pull back a fifty-meter-long safety rope and the soldiers tied behind the safety rope. This small and simple invention has now been It has become a must-have equipment for all reconnaissance teams.

It extends the average survival time of a Scout from six hours to twenty-four hours.

Obviously, Harward had good luck today. He only took two shots on his body before he was pulled back by the rope puller. Moreover, both shots hit the bulletproof plate, leaving only a few bruises on his body. Except, there are no other hidden injuries.

Thanks to Tlaloc's blessing, the weapons in the hands of those desperate players often jammed, making it difficult to form continuous firepower, and they threw projectiles completely randomly.

This attempt by Harward's team ended in failure. The entire team retreated twenty meters, returned to the barrier under their own control and rested, planning to detour to other tunnels to try their luck in two hours.

But Harward seemed to have run out of all his luck just now. He just found a quiet corner to sit down and take a breather. He took out an energy bar from his backpack and drank it vigorously. The next second he was not far away from him. The wall one meter away was suddenly exploded!

A large amount of mud mixed with fire instantly swallowed up the teammates who were resting there, and then several similarly disgraced enemies emerged from the newly opened tunnel.

These enemies came well prepared, wearing heavy body armor, and holding submachine guns and short-axis box rifles in their hands. The distance between the two sides was almost face to face. Harward was crushed by the corpses of his companions before he had time to react. Underneath.

At this time, his hearing had not recovered from the explosion. Every time an explosion occurred in the tunnel, it would form a sound wave that would be transmitted far away along the cave.

So in order to protect their hearing, they would wear noise-canceling headphones during battle. But just now, in order to catch his breath, Harward took off his headphones. The explosion almost tore his eardrums.

People were dying almost every second on the battlefield where bullets were flying, but the real protagonists were the grenades and shock bombs. Although Harward couldn't hear the dense gunfire, he could see the flash and vibration that accompanied each explosion. See it, feel it.

And from the first second of the entire battle, the flashes and vibrations never stopped.

The conflict only lasted for a short minute and then gradually quieted down. The vibrations and flashes gradually became orderly. Harward knew that the enemy had gained an absolute advantage and began to clear the rooms in the rest area one by one.

These players can parasitize their bodies, so they always tend to catch people alive. This does not mean that they will be merciful on the battlefield, but after gaining an advantage, they do tend to use non-lethal equipment.

Harward loaded his submachine gun under the cover of the corpse, transferred all the projectiles from the corpse to himself, and then crawled forward like this, preparing to surprise the enemy.

He has four grenades, two shock grenades, and he will keep the last grenade for himself. He will fight to the end for Tlaloc, and for himself, he will never be captured.

Harward still couldn't hear. The loss of hearing in this war in the upper potholes had an even greater impact than the loss of sight, because they fought in the dark most of the time, with no natural light and darkness everywhere they looked.

Then hearing becomes their first choice for exploring the surrounding environment. Without hearing, it means losing the opportunity. Harward cannot accurately judge whether he has made enough noise to attract the enemy's attention, nor can he learn from the surrounding environment. Find among the noise those belonging to the enemy.

He could only continue to pray for Tlaloc to look after him. Just like before.

Harward was lucky. He saw the enemy before he was discovered by them - a four-man team had just walked out of the previously blasted tunnel and had not immediately entered combat status. Moreover, they did not expect that they were so close. There is an Avenger up there.

For the first shock bomb, Harward counted the time silently in the darkness and threw the shock bomb into the air, causing it to explode in the middle of the four-man team before it landed.

Noise mixed with flash instantly filled the tunnel. Based on the biological instincts of the body, the four players staggered momentarily. Now they are pulled into the same predicament.

No, Harward had the advantage now. He could still see, and his enemy was surrounded by dazzling spots of light.

The submachine gun fired all the bullets in its magazine within two seconds. The good news is that those steel-core armor-piercing bullets can easily penetrate the old-style body armor worn by those players at this distance. The bad news is that the distance is too long. At close range, the penetrating power of the bullet is too strong and there is no time to cause a cavity effect.

Moreover, those players were too fearless to die and did not care about injuries. Therefore, even though Harward unleashed a cloud of blood mist in one round, the first reaction of the four players was still to turn around and prepare to counterattack.

Harward had to waste a grenade to bring everyone down.

The shock wave caused by the grenade explosion knocked all five people present to the ground, but Harward, as the most prepared one, stood up first and killed all four players at close range with his secondary weapon.

Thanks to the large-bore revolver like Prelude, it is always so stable and reliable and never disappoints.

Harward threw a shock bomb into the passage leading to the rest area in front, buying himself some time to refill the submachine gun and prelude bullets, and then threw another stone in.

After counting silently for three seconds, Harward once again flowed a grenade into the previous passage. Again with exquisite time control, the grenade exploded before it hit the ground.

A player's body flew directly out of the passage and fell to the ground while smoking.

Harward laughed silently. He had tricked these players countless times with this trick, but they never learned their lesson and it worked every time. But at this time, apart from the two guns he carried, he only had two grenades left, and one of them was a glory bomb.

Harward currently occupies a favorable terrain. He is equivalent to blocking the players in the tail of the T-shaped formation, and the players need to determine which side of the T he is on.

But the players were players after all, and they never came out according to common sense, so they didn't give Harward any time to breathe. After suffering heavy losses, they rushed out in a swarm.

Vaguely, Harward seemed to see the group of players laughing loudly. It could be seen from their expressions that they were very excited and shouting something at the same time, but he couldn't read the lips.

In fact, Harward had no time to react, so he subconsciously threw the two remaining grenades into the middle of the players.

boom! boom!

Accompanied by two massive explosions, this section of the tunnel was finally overwhelmed and collapsed, burying all the living and dead in the lower bunks.

Thanks to the gas mask with a small built-in oxygen generating device, Harward survived. He did not know how long he was buried in the soil. In this silence, his hearing finally gradually recovered.

Unfortunately, the only sounds he could hear were his breathing and heartbeat, and the rest was only the friction of the heavily granulated soil sliding inward into his clothes bit by bit.

It seemed good to die quietly like this. Harward felt that he hadn't been so quietly alone for a long time, and the squeezing feeling from all directions gave him a strange sense of security.

As the oxygen source built into the gas mask gradually depleted, Harward had accepted his fate. At least he was still fighting until the last moment before losing his ability to resist.

As a member of the Tlaloc Army, Harward had a clear conscience. His only regret was that he did not have the opportunity to say goodbye to his wife and children.

However, before entering the passage, he had left an electronic suicide note, which should be enough to express his feelings.

So Harward waited for death with peace of mind. Before fate played a trick on him, before he died and suffocated, he heard the sound of someone digging sand with a shovel above his head.

This quickly raised hopes for Harward to try to make a sound to attract the attention of the rescuers. He felt that the volunteers should be among his own people. Tunnel collapses occurred almost every day after the war began, but they never Players have not been seen conducting rescue operations.

In fact, this was indeed the case. When Harward saw the light of day again, he was greeted by a group of new recruits. Their stupid yet clear eyes nearly shoveled Harward's head off with a shovel.

Looking at Harward's angry eyes, the recruit realized belatedly that he had dug out a living person, and immediately shouted excitedly: "I found a living person!"

Ten minutes later, Harward was dug out and carried directly into the nearest truck. The medics took care of him and added some sugar and fresh water.

I don’t know, but only then did Harward realize that he had been buried in the sand for four full hours, and the reason why he had a chance to be rescued was because the players, for some unknown reason, contracted the entire front line, which made Tlaloc's army freed up a lot of manpower.

Hearing what the medical soldier said, Harward recalled the ecstatic reactions of the players at that time. He was full of tangles in his heart. He didn't know whether he should report the situation to the superiors. After all, he heard nothing.

And looking back now, he wasn't even sure whether it was what he saw with his own eyes or whether he was hallucinating during the explosion.

In the end, Harward chose to remain silent, because those players were abnormal to begin with, and they did not need any reason to initiate their psychosis.

At this time, it was indeed very lively on the player side.

Not long ago, they had obtained the battle certification recognized by the system. The tunnel war in just twelve days resulted in 3700 deaths. This was obviously enough for the system to determine that this battle was a high-difficulty battle.

Most of the players who participated in this battle were rookies coming to another world for the first time. They were very excited about the results and had a sense of participation that they were making history.

In fact, this is indeed the case, Lady Bountiful needs such a battle to establish a copy.

As a high-authority user who is walking on the path of the Supreme Being, Mrs. Generosity knows a lot of information that ordinary players do not know. After all, she has enough storage devices to store her own memory and knowledge.

The mother world's plunder of other worlds is indeed carried out through copies. The copies are like the brands that ancient slave owners put on their slaves. It is an important symbol they use to distinguish their property.

A copy represents a chain connecting the mother world and the other world. When the copies finally spread throughout the other world and completely cover it, it will be the day when the mother world swallows up the other world.

But Mrs. Generosity is not omniscient and omnipotent. What she still doesn’t understand in this process is the devouring part, as well as the original question - why the mother world, or rather the supreme beings, do this.

Mrs. Generosity only knew that the superhuman Wang Zhengdao, who was proficient in space abilities, was wandering nearby, trying to explore the secrets of Omar in the mother world through the establishment of a copy.

But Mrs. Generosity didn't care, and was even trying to facilitate this.

She has no boring sympathy for the aborigines of these other worlds, nor is she an extreme xenophile or paladin. She just needs some variables to come in to muddy the stagnant waters of the mother world.

The entire mother world is like a micro-landscape stage placed in a glass dome, and if people like Mrs. Generosity want to explore the secrets of the Supreme Beings, the first thing they need is to cause accidents to occur in the glass dome to attract the owner's attention.

The more the Supreme One responds in this process, the easier it will be for Madam Generous to draw nourishment from it. However, because the cold matrix machines behind the company and the three major committees are only loyal to the Supreme One, Madam Generous must do enough. Obscure. The least that needs to be done is logical.