SWDnovel Chapter 1649 Liver
Chapter 1649 Liver
Chapter 1649 Liver
Fang Heng opened his eyes suddenly, followed by a sense of dizziness in his brain.
In the past, zombie avatars could actively use skills that consumed very little mana.
The skill of entering the secondary space projection channel does not need to consume mana at all just by looking at it.
In theory, zombie avatars can also be used.
But when he actually used the skill, Fang Heng found that it was not working.
Different from the past, he only needs a command to complete simple skills with the zombie avatar.
Perhaps because the SSS-level skills are extremely difficult to use, Fang Heng can't complete the corresponding operation with a single command, and he needs to be distracted to control it.
Doing so will consume Fang Heng's extra mentality.
This consumption of spirit is not reflected in the numerical value!
Before, when Fang Heng entered the game world of Barbarian Realm, he experienced the feeling of soaring mental power.
So he knew very well that the dizziness and the inability to fully control the zombie avatar were due to his lack of mental attributes.
For the time being, he still can't let the zombie avatars enter the secondary space to project and brush skills in large quantities.
In addition, the current difficulty in skill release is also related to my low skill proficiency, low level of space science, and low space science talent.
Fang Heng took several breaths in a row, regained his strength, and reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
The mental consumption is a bit high, but it is far from the point of backlash.
At least the attempt was successful.
As long as he is given a little more time, he can upgrade his spiritual attributes, talent in space science, and level of space science together!
Then the efficiency will only increase!
Lu Yanlong recovered from his shock.
He knew that those zombies trying to enter the secondary space projection channel just now were controlled by Fang Heng.
Obviously, none of the zombies could come out alive.
Lu Yanlong looked at Fang Heng cautiously, and asked, "Boss Fang, are you okay?"
"Well, it's okay, thank you."
Fang Heng took a short rest, and continued to distract himself from manipulating the zombie avatar.
The next thing to do is very simple.
Just hang up and upgrade.
Fang Heng stood at the same spot, controlling more than ten zombie avatars to enter the secondary space projection channel every ten minutes, and began to collect experience points for space science skills.
Then rest for another 10 minutes to recover.
During the break, observe the battlefield again, and recover the evolution crystals that burst out from the distortion monster group.
……
As time passed by every minute and every second, game prompts kept appearing on Fang Heng's retina.
[Hint: The player's zombie avatar perceives the power of space in the secondary space projection, the player's space science experience value +5099, the player's space science talent +0.001]
[Hint: The player's spatial science skill level has been raised to LV: 4].
[Reminder: The zombie clone of the player is affected by time-space turbulence in the projection of the secondary space, and the zombie clone is dead...].
[Reminder: The player's level has been raised to LV: 32. Due to the player's talent skills, the player will get an additional 525 zombie clones].
[Hint: The current number of zombie clones of the player: 3150].
[Hint: Player level 33 upgrade requirements: first-order mutation crystal * 1200].
The wailing of zombies sounded again.
More zombie clones stretched out their hands from the surrounding underground desert, struggled to crawl out, and gathered around Fang Heng.
Level 33 requires 1200 first-order mutation crystals.
a bit difficult.
Fang Heng was not sure if he would be able to get there before the group of mutant monsters completely receded tonight.
As for the experience value of space science skills, it is a very metaphysical skill.
Every time the zombie avatar goes to the secondary space projection, the rewards are different.
Those with more can have tens of thousands of points, and those with less have not even a single point.
The same is that until now, no zombie clone has successfully returned to the world from the secondary space projection channel.
Keep going!
When he recovered, Fang Heng continued to manipulate more than a dozen zombie clones into the secondary space projection.
At this time, the main federal base about ten kilometers away from the sentry tower.
A large number of deformed monsters are rushing from all directions!
They were blocked from the outermost high-voltage power grid of the camp!
The electric spark flickered wildly!
The federal guards looked dignified.
There are more mutant monsters today than in previous days!
In the past, the player teams entrusted by the Federation to guard the outposts often shouted that they couldn't stand it, implying that the Western District Federation would increase money.
But no matter what, they can last at least an hour and a half.
It can even last up to three hours for a long time!
Today, in just over an hour, most of the player teams have given up on the outpost and retreated.
Just as the imperial soldiers were using long-range sniper rifles on the sentry tower to weaken the number of high-level aberrants, the iron gate to the west of the camp opened.
More than a dozen military trucks loaded with supplies slowly left the camp.
The guards couldn't help but feel a little puzzled when they saw this.
What's going on in the south?
Why are you still going outside to support and deliver supplies at this time?
It's a bit strange to say, it seems that all other directions have been attacked by a large number of distortion monsters, but the south seems to have been calm all the time.
Haven't even received a crisis warning until now?
It looks as if the aberrations that originally attacked the south were scattered to the other three directions.
"Alert! Prepare to release the high-strength electromagnetic barrier net!"
The team leader's shout brought everyone's attention back.
"Yes!"
At the same time, the central command room of the camp.
Patriot, the regional commander in charge of guarding the camp, also saw the scene of the transport truck through the surveillance screen.
He frowned and asked, "What's going on!"
"Report sir! It's a delivery order signed by Major Dallas."
What time is it!
And air freight?
An exasperation crept across Patrio's brow.
What is Dallas doing!
In the past few days, I have heard Dallas complaining about the things entrusted by the outpost.
In the words of Dallas, 'A bunch of thugs! '
Today, for no reason, did he distribute supplies to these useless rascals?
Has your brain been kicked by a donkey?
Seeing Commander Patriot's unfriendly expression, a soldier explained: "The materials were transported by the people from the Starfish Company and sent to the No. 8 post."
"Outpost No. 8?"
"Yes, the Starfish company team is still guarding the No. 8 outpost."
Patrio hummed lightly, accepted the reason, and fell silent.
Starfish Company is a large multinational resource company.
It is normal to have this strength.
But even so, if Dallas stands in front of him now, Patrio will definitely ask Dallas angrily why he still wastes resources on those troublemakers!
Soon, elite-level aberrations will appear among the monster hordes.
It is impossible for anyone to continue to guard the outpost!
Sending supplies to them now is a waste!
Offline command room.
As more and more player company teams could not withstand the attack of the deformed monster group and began to retreat, the entire hall gradually became quiet.
(End of this chapter)