PFC Chapter 252 The beginning of shadow.
Chapter 252 The beginning of shadow.
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just now.
Azrael no longer cared about the confused woman in front of him. What he said was already an explanation. How to understand it depended on how the other person's brain circuit worked.
* Azrael teleports away.
* Player Azrael has disbanded the team.
Lydia stood there in a daze, trying to understand what the other person said. As a member of the MC Gossip Club, she knew... that arrogant and conceited guy gave her a shocking answer.
Even...even this could become big news in the real world.
"Wait! Wait a minute! Can I change my career? Can I just switch to journalism?!"
Miss Lydia's train of thought is very peculiar. She feels that with this information, she can completely get rid of her job in the whistleblower agency and directly switch to the journalism industry, and even earn a considerable income.
Because...so far no one has revealed that the reality of this game is too weird, everyone just thinks...this is a virtual reality world game with "quite perfect" AI performance.
However, no one has really investigated the so-called truth, and even the recent controversial "AI intelligent design plagiarism" incident in the gaming industry has never occurred!
No one, no one can create an AI setting as intelligent as Minecraft Virtual Reality World.
Do you know why? Because...
"Everything in the world is real."
"Only the players are virtual."
So...we'll call it the virtual·reality·world.
But this kind of thing... Before there is solid evidence, I guess no one would believe that a game that is popular all over the world has problems, right? Even if it is just hype.
"Well... no wonder... no wonder you tried to stop me from talking to that monster."
Lydia lowered her head and rubbed her chin. She suddenly recalled what happened before. She had finally seen the wanted monster and wanted to get the strategy guide, but she was interrupted by "that person" after only a few words.
Is this the "secret" he is hiding? It's time to find an opportunity to verify this conjecture.
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At this time, the underworld hell has been opened, and with it come irresistible challenging tasks.
Based on the daytime changes of the world, every 10 days, the Nether Army will come to the Main World through the portal and launch an aggressive war against the player's main city! This number is: 3 times.
* After 10 days, the first wave of main city defense battle will begin.
Although it is a battle to defend the main city, there is no clear limit on the actual scope. It only mentions coming to the main world through the portal.
The night gradually fell, and a few stars appeared in the east. As the stars gradually increased, the "roars" of monsters could be heard one after another on the earth.
"Puchi--!" The sharp blade instantly pierced through the monster's head, and a large amount of blood spilled from the side.
Jared was leaning against the stone wall alone, wiping the blood off the blade. All around him were corpses of monsters that had been killed shortly after nightfall.
"Oh no... the wonderful vacation life is over... it's time to work overtime again."
Jared couldn't help but feel a little reluctant about working overtime. Last time, he was defeated by that guy from Redeyes, and the leisure time he had finally gotten was over so quickly. He was a little uncomfortable with it.
"Hey! Jared! Stop being lazy and work hard!" Dennis's slightly dissatisfied voice suddenly came from behind.
I don’t know what that guy was doing, but he let a creeper jump out and almost killed himself.
"I'm giving you my back, not letting you slack off here!"
Jared frowned slightly, revealing a hint of annoyance, but still turned his head and smiled at the other person calmly: "Okay~ I get it."
Seeing Jared devote himself to the security work again, Dennis's dissatisfaction finally subsided a little.
At this moment, his right hand was tightly holding a jet-black collar that was flashing a dim light, while his left hand was holding down a zombie that was struggling desperately.
The guy was obviously unwilling to surrender, and it kept struggling and moving, trying to break free from Dennis's control. Dennis had to use all his strength to hold down Zombie's hands tightly to prevent it from hurting itself.
Dennis kept muttering, "Don't move! It will be quick!" As he spoke, he carefully put the collar in his hand around Zombie's neck.
However, things were not that easy. Zombie suddenly raised his head, opened his bloody mouth, and bit him fiercely.
Dennis was quick to react and subconsciously retracted his hands, thus losing control of Zombie.
Faced with the Zombie that had broken free from his control, Dennis' expression visibly sank. Just as the guy was about to pounce on him, Dennis punched him in the head in the next second.
"Tsk." Dennis shook off the blood on his hands with an unhappy look on his face. The guy's exploding brains almost splashed on his body.
"Jared, let another monster in!"
There's no way around it. This guy isn't lucky enough to be "promoted", so I have to kill him directly. It might be much better if I could encounter a monster with a little consciousness.
Shortly after……
Dennis finally subdued one. Under the effect of the special collar, the monster's eyes seemed to be much clearer when looking at the other monster. Apart from looking a little stupid, it did not make any other aggressive behaviors.
But the combat capability remains the same as before. Could it be said that the collar has no other use except for control?
An ordinary monster like this has no special research value because it is just an ordinary monster.
It's just a bunch of "data" that is generated at night.
After confirming that the collar could actually work, Dennis decisively took it off and dealt with the little monster that had just regained control. This series of operations was completed in just a moment.
He fiddled with the collar in his hand, which was named "Bewitching". In addition to this collar, Dennis also carried another amethyst collar with a special enchanted effect.
“It’s time to go fishing for big fish…”
Dennis talked to himself while looking at the collar in his hand with a sly look. When he thought of those guys who were still on the wanted list, a sarcastic smile gradually appeared on the corners of his lips.