Dimensional Corruptor

Chapter 25

At 6:30 the next morning, Bailang tidyed up his backpack.Carrying first aid medicine, a small amount of food and drinking water, followed by a pistol and ammunition, he finally hung the rune bat around his waist, left the Spiral Building, and rushed to the agreed place.

At this time, the sky was overcast, the pedestrians in the camp were sparse, the upper street lights went out, the wild dogs were digging by the roadside, and the humid air was mixed with the smell of decay, which was very refreshing.

Leaving the city walls, turning two corners to find an abandoned parking lot, crows circling and howling in the sky.In the center of the open space, a refitted and worn-out pickup was parked, with an exaggeratedly deformed bumper, a machine gun installed on the roof, and a layer of anti-bite nets installed all over the body.

At this time, the three men were sitting on the cargo box playing cards, and when they heard Bailang's footsteps, they all looked over.

A burly man with a vacuum on his upper body, a muscular knot, and a jacket; a thin face in camouflage, a hat, and a cigarette butt; and a half-face tattooed with patterns, dressed in a somewhat non-mainstream fur trench coat. .

All three were white, but they were not surprised by Bailang, and there were many yellow-skinned people in the camp.

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"Rookie?" The muscular man in the jacket spoke first.

"Yes, is this a patrol?"

"This is the third team, welcome. Get in the car first, and introduce yourself, Tyler, Berserker part-time firefighter, codenamed 'Dart'."

The strong man stretched out his hand and pulled Bailang into the trunk. There were a lot of rusted chains, boxes of beer, barbecue grills, dried blood stains, and monster fingers that had not been cleaned.The red skin is obviously produced by the Fallen Demon.

Taylor continued: "This is Johnson, ammunition expert, part-time driver, you can call him 'cigarette butts'."

The thin face in the camouflage uniform nodded to Bailang, believing that he knew him.

"My name is Napoli, patrol captain, Druid, welcome to join, you can call me 'Hunter'."

In the end, the non-mainstream with half of his face tattooed, after greeting Bailang, he whistled towards the sky.I saw two strong crows descend from the sky, land on his shoulders and arms, and quack.

Then, a crow with sharp eyes fell straight into the back box, grabbed the severed finger, and immediately attracted another crow to compete for food.The two sides were playing and playing, and they pecked off the severed fingers in three or two strokes and swallowed them whole.

"Summoning?" Bailang asked curiously, thinking of the Druid's skills in the game.

"This is animal taming. If you want to learn it, you must first master 'animal communication'." Napoli explained briefly.These two crows were his carefully cultivated pets, and they were always with him. They were not 'summoning spells' conjured out of thin air in the game.

"It's your turn, are you a monk from the east?" Taylor asked curiously.

"No, my name is Bailang, I'm just an ordinary person, and I haven't determined my career yet."

"Bai~lang? Very convoluted. Do you have another name? Or a code name."

After Bailang and others came to this world, they passively mastered the language of this planet, and there was no problem in communicating.However, the pronunciation of his name is very inconsistent with the grammar of this planet.

Brother Lang thought for a while and decided to give himself a Western name. The Flash Wallace obviously didn't fit his temperament: "Just call me 'Otterland'."

"Stranger? It's a good match for you, let's go!" The captain raised his arm, and the two crows flew high into the sky again, circling to lead the way.

Cigarette butt opened the car door and entered the cab, and the captain sat on the co-pilot.The ripped pickup had only one row of seats, and Tyler left White Wave in the box, but he jumped to the ground and hurried to the parking lot wall.

When the vehicle started and drove slowly to the exit in first gear, Taylor carried dozens of chains in both hands and dragged a walking corpse to run over.He called Bailang to help him, fastened the chains to the pickup, and then rolled over.

Immediately, the team drove out of the isolation zone with a group of vicious dogs as if they were out hunting.

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On the road, the speed is not fast.The zombies dragged behind the car had flexible legs and could barely keep up with running.

Tyler and Bailang sat aimlessly chatting in the open-air trunk, instilling all kinds of common sense in him.

The city has three types of monsters:

Undead, also known as undead, such as zombies, skeletons, ghosts.Converted from corpses eroded by the power of hell, there is no IQ at the bottom, but high-level undead are very smart and can lead low-level miscellaneous soldiers.Therefore, high-level undead often have a group of reliable younger brothers who dare to fight, dare to fight, are not afraid of death, and are forbidden by orders, which are very difficult to deal with.

Mutated beasts are all kinds of ferocious beasts and insects polluted by hell on this planet.When humans gave up the top throne of the food chain, wild animals also began to rise and embarked on a different evolutionary direction.There are giant beasts who have been sanctified by a single body, and there are 'rat people, frogmen, and ape-men' who compete with humans for the domination of the planet.But the most, or the enhanced version of the demonized beast.

The most terrifying is the 'Demon Race', which originally referred to the 'hell species' with wisdom and magic.But as the invasion of hell continued, more and more human beings chose to be depraved and demonized.In addition, the hell species also had to meet their physiological needs during the invasion, and they couldn't afford Durex, so they broke reproductive isolation with various native animals and gave birth to a large number of 'native hybrids'.

Demons have language and civilization, and the 'technological field' is far inferior to that of humans, but they have also learned a lot over the years.However, the invasion of hell caused the 'law of technology' to gradually degenerate and fail, and the industrialization of the hell race came to an end.

Many big figures in the hell camp appreciate the convenience brought by human civilization.Even if the vast majority of human cities are shrouded in a protective barrier, they are still willing to give up their home-court advantage, suffer the weakening of their inhibitions, entrenched in the remote corners of the city, and open up a nest similar to 'Rogge's Camp', which is extremely nourishing. .

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"There are many monsters, monsters, and undead in this city, with different levels, forming a huge ecological chain. For humans, everything in the outside world is the enemy. But for these monsters, humans are just a very dangerous part of the recipe. species, they also kill each other, not entirely against humans."

"The task of the patrol team is to continuously clean up a five-kilometer area. This is the absolute territory of human beings, and those threatening monsters are not allowed to enter. However, there are always some starving ghosts who have nowhere to go. They will venture in to find food, and then they should Here we are."

"These zombies? Of course it's our private property. The pay for patrolling is too low, so it's possible to cultivate a group of zombies to generate income. Those beheaded monsters, except for a few special organs that are valuable, should basically be discarded. Instead of cheap ones Garbage, it's better to feed the zombies, and when they evolve and become valuable, sell them to the corpse collection teams in other camps."

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The first day of life was extraordinarily fulfilling. Under the leadership of the three veterans, Bailang ran all over the streets and began an adventurous life as a sanitation worker in another world.

The Druid captain controls two crows to act as a 'drone' to scout the environment, and can communicate with plants, constantly communicate with the trees on the roadside, and search for 'crispy. monster.

Immediately after that, there was an exciting clean-up operation.

Bailang was driven to the shelves by ducks and rushed to the front line with a 'rune bat' to fight the monsters for life and death.Fortunately, the restraint force in the safety zone is strong, and there is an old driver beside him. !The worst time, it was only a wound seven or eight centimeters long.

Brother Lang, who has gradually adapted to it, is also evil and courageous.

Relying on the support of the old driver, he actively pursued all kinds of monsters and mutant beasts, and he was diligent in all kinds of sneak attacks, mending knives, carrying corpses, collecting materials... all without complaint.

The members of the patrol team naturally liked a self-motivated young man like him. He was diligent in his hands and feet, and he spoke nicely, without any extra payment.They are also happy to teach and teach some small skills, which can not only improve the work efficiency of newcomers, but also reduce their workload.

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Time is fleeting.

In this way, in the next four days, Bailang is like a sponge, absorbing all kinds of knowledge frantically.

How to cut and collect the most valuable organs in monsters, the correct way to preserve eyeballs, how to use zombies to search for living things, simple unlocking techniques & building safe houses in buildings, identification of monster types, mutant beast barbecue, shooting skills, trap making , how to hide oneself, the art of running away...etc.

When it comes to excitement, Taylor simply demonstrated by himself and taught him a few basic 'sword poses', which can just be displayed with a bat.If it weren't for Brother Lang's limited strength and lack of physical fitness, the other party would even want to teach him the skill of 'tormahawk'.

In this way, Bailang started frequent combat work, constantly wielding weapons, singled out skeleton soldiers and sheep-headed demons.The farther from the camp, the stronger these monsters perform.And there are constantly 'advanced goods' breaking in from the outside world, even if the single quality of the elite skeleton soldiers is not much weaker than him.It also retains the fighting instinct before his death, and it is still dangerous to fight head-to-head. (If it's vulgar, Brother Lang can hit ten!)
Under Taylor's teaching, Bailang practiced several basic movements such as blocking, rebounding, back-circling, rolling, and kicking.Although these 'stances' are simple and unsightly, they are very practical.

When Bailang gradually became proficient, he began to learn and apply it. Under the guidance of several old drivers, he constantly fine-tuned these 'inherent postures' and modified the way of exertion.Let them be more adaptable to themselves, and finally derive a few exclusive skills with strong personal style, such as 'broken knee, broken stem, headshot...'.

The continuous battle made him feel that his personal combat power was advancing by leaps and bounds. Whether it was cold weapon fighting or shooting, he practiced in a similar manner.Even the main quest was brushed to [124/300] by him.There are also 4 random 'keys' that the natives cannot see.

However, after his main mission exceeded '100', the monsters in the safe zone began to be greatly reduced, regardless of their species.Paradise is suggesting that he hurry out of the 'safe zone' to challenge stronger monsters.

This made Brother Lang, who was addicted to brushing weak chickens, hesitant to activate the title of 'Despicable Demon Hunter'?The more he beats these monsters, the more he understands how powerful this 'title' is!
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