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Chapter 441 Broken Dreams
"Your Majesty Allen, I, I was wrong, I shouldn't have shot." A lion-eared orc bowed his head to admit his mistake, and the lion's tail drooped.

He fired the first shot just now, and that one shot knocked down the drone, making the orcs in Tomorrow City become thugs in the eyes of the citizens.

It's not that Alan can't clarify, but the clarification is too laborious, and Alan and his group just came for the reward of the mission, so they simply ignored it.

"I read the forum just now, and there are still a small number of bugs that haven't entered the snowstorm area. Bell, you lead 100 people to clean up the bugs on the upper ring road, and Murphy, you lead 100 people to clean up the bugs on the lower ring road."

"Yes! Your Majesty Allen!"

The two used their mobile phones to navigate away from here, went to the designated target area, and used flamethrowers to kill the bugs.

Allen Jijiao stayed in the ruins area to guard the place, beware of the players under his feet suddenly rushing out.

He didn't know what else the players under his feet could do to break through, so he had to guard against it.

Time passed slowly, and Alan, who had nothing to do, turned his phone again to see what the orc citizens were paying attention to.

"Live broadcast on Shanghuan Road, gangsters are cleaning up bugs!"

"The new drones are here, and these bandits are still guarding the ruined area, but two groups of people have gone to the upper and lower loops to clean up the bugs, and the other party seems not interested in us."

"No, they are devils, we cannot trust them."

"They must wait for the bugs to be completely wiped out before turning to us, everyone be careful."

"Speaking of which, since there are no more bugs, let's drive away, the farther the better." The citizens could not help but propose another way to stay away from the satellite city.

Alan saw that the orc citizens wanted to escape from the city, so he didn't have any emotional fluctuations, so just run away.

Two hours later, the bugs in the upper and lower loops were roughly cleaned up, and the remaining bugs could no longer pose a threat to Allen and others.

It was also at this time that the orc heard a ding sound at the same time.

"The bug swarm crisis is over, and the mission is complete."

"You can choose a group of technological items to bring out this copy."

The orcs felt a surprising sense of relief when they had completed their task, and with that came question marks.

"Technology items? How to choose?"

The orcs participated in the dungeon for the first time, feeling very fresh and confused at the same time.

Allen is no stranger. Since the system does not pop up such a selection list, the orcs must go to the local area to choose.

"Leave a group of people here to guard, and I will go to the factory on the map to look around." Allen opened the phone map and searched for local industrial factories.

Since other orcs have little knowledge of the future industry, only Alan himself can find what he wants in this journey of choice by running the factory.

Allen drove away from the hardest-hit area of ​​the network, and after arriving in the area with good network, the speed of the network increased gradually.

After a fierce search, Allen focused on investigating the top three technologies of this satellite city, and the first step was to investigate robot manufacturing.

"Robot automated production factory..."

"Unmanned logistics..."

"Sweeping robot……"

Allen looked around, but didn't see what he wanted.

"Robot technology is a little bit worse, forget it, think again."

Then Allen checked to see if there was a nuclear industry base in the area. After a search, he found that there was a nuclear power plant in the satellite city.

"Nuclear power..." Allen saw nuclear power and focused on "controllable nuclear fusion". However, he came to the conclusion that the city has not developed controllable nuclear fusion, and currently uses fission chain reactions to produce electricity.

If you want to use nuclear power technology, you need uranium as a fuel. Uranium has not been found in tomorrow's city, and even if you take it home, you can't use it immediately.

It is said that the "group" of "a group" of technological items in the task reward is a very mysterious unit.

Sometimes it will include a whole production chain of tech items, but sometimes it will only include the core items, it seems to depend on the tech content.

Allen looked at his phone, lost in thought.

It's been a long time, and the system hasn't played games with them, so think about it before choosing.

another place.

In the pitch-black underground, cracked rocks crossed overhead in the air, and large particles of dust danced in the air for a while before settling to the ground.

[Parseltongue] eyes open, his back against the reinforced concrete wall, his small body is covered in blood, his facial expression is sometimes desperate and sometimes calm.

"Now I survived, but I was buried!"

Parseltongue's face was cloudy and uncertain. He had already taken the elevator down five floors to the B[-] floor for the first time. Coincidentally, not long after he walked out of the elevator door, the top of his head exploded, and the entire ceiling exploded.

Allen buried the explosives on the first floor is actually a scheming move. The orcs installed the explosives closer to the ground. When bombing the load-bearing columns, the ground was also impacted by the explosion. When a pile of explosives exploded upstairs, the ceiling of the negative floor Naturally, it is also affected by the explosive force.

After the ceiling cracked, he slipped to a corner of the triangular wall, and successfully avoided the big crack of the ceiling due to the stability of the triangular structure.

However, the shock wave of the explosion was very strong. He was hit at such a short distance, his eardrums were completely ruptured, and ruptured wounds appeared on the five internal organs of his body.

This body was dying, and he couldn't find a way to break through. As Allen guessed, he would be trapped in it to death next.

As for whether he died of starvation or wound inflammation, it didn't seem to matter much.

In order to resist the cold before, he also used a lot of internal strength, but now he is no better than ordinary people.

"It's hateful, the chance to become a god is gone like this, I'm not reconciled..." Parseltongue's eyes were red, full of overwhelming anger.

He searched for the skills he had cultivated in his mind, and found that none of the skills could break through the predicament, and his ending was only one word—death.

"No, even if I die, I still know who killed me!" Parseltongue moved his wounded hand, squeezed out the living blood from the wound, stained his fingers with blood, and drew a few handwriting on the ground.

Drawing one trace at a time, he drew a full circle, and drew some runes about hypnosis and dreaming to help him fall asleep.

His next divination is dream divination. Only by dreaming can he sense the opponent's image, and then he can sense the enemy's player identity.

He gritted his teeth, his scarlet eyes were full of death, he was using his death to strengthen his connection with the other party, thus increasing the success rate of divination.

It was also because of his near-death divination action that the system dinged: "Your divination skill +1, upgrade to divination LV3 level."

After drawing the hypnotic talisman, he closed his eyes slightly and muttered words about divination, "I want to know, I want to know, who is it..."

He fell into a deep sleep with a strong desire, his body floated like duckweed, and entered a confused world. In this confused world, even his consciousness was a little hazy.

He saw a young man with a determined expression, black shattered hair, and a tall and straight figure, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, but that face gave him an inexplicable sense of discomfort.

"Disguised?" he murmured.

"No, I want to see through you!" He opened his eyes, trying to see through the enemy's true face.

……

Alan searched for things, and suddenly a phantom flashed in front of his eyes, as if he saw a blood man leaning against the corner of the gable, staring at him unwillingly.

Allen smiled and said softly, "Tsk."

The sound is like an iron rod, breaking the transparent mirror.

(End of this chapter)