Resurrection Empire

This is a visual feast for first-level mecha warriors.

Wen Lei never thought that someone could interpret Bu Bu's shocking fight like art.

He has never thought that there are really first-level warriors in the world who can leapfrog and single-handedly challenge balanced second-level beasts.

He had thought Sid Meier's story was a legend.

Now the legend was playing out before his eyes.

He stared hard, not daring to blink the whole time.

Ren Zhong's data is too low to strengthen the Screaming Wolf, so there is a dead end in a head-to-head encounter.

But he led with a brain response index of 53.9, driving a carrying power of 22.4 kilowatts and a physical fitness index of 27.4, showing his natural skills in actual combat.

The burden of responsibility is not to fight hard, but to wander endlessly.

Every time he drew out his sword, he would just strike it with a flick of water, not seeking to break its defense.

As soon as the Screaming Wolf attempted a swift counterattack, Ren Zhong would immediately pull away.

Every time I have a heavy responsibility, my escape is very dangerous, as if I will rush to the street in the next second.

But the strange thing is that no matter how dangerous the scene looks, the Screaming Wolf can't touch him.

The crowd watching the battle felt their scalps numb and felt extremely distorted.

It seems that the higher level is not the strengthening of the screaming wolf, but the heavy responsibility.

It seemed that he was supposed to be at least a level 3 master, but he deliberately lowered his output power to play cat and mouse.

As early as when Ren Zhong swung a sword for the first time, he was self-taught and established a fighting method centered on Master Yu Chenghui's two-handed swordsmanship.

Although he had only watched that short video and the memory in his mind was vague, it did not prevent him from grasping the charm of perfectly combining the inertia of weapons with the human body and embodying it into a machine relying on exoskeletons. Armor fighting.

When he used this swordsmanship to fight against the injured crystal-armored giant rat, he had only taken the first step.

Since then, in every fight, he has been testing his skills and summarizing himself.

Until the last night of his previous life, he snatched the level 4 watch from Pei Lihui and started the hell-level level 2 virtual reality training, spending eight full hours in it.

Taking advantage of a combat experience that has no risk of death and is infinitely close to the real texture, he will repeatedly test every action he can figure out on various second-level ruin beasts.

Deduction, verification, improvement, verification, continuous improvement...

Just eight hours of hell-hard virtual reality training gave him a wealth of practical experience that ordinary scavengers can experience for at least a year.

It just so happened that in the hell-level level two virtual reality, the opponent he encountered most often was the enhanced screaming wolf.

He is even more familiar with the Screaming Wolf than his old friends, the Blade Beetle and the Crystal Wing Fly.

He is familiar with the Screaming Wolf's temperament and knows the other party's attack methods better.

The opponent's hair is just standing up, and Ren Zhong can figure out based on the position of its hair and its small posture whether it will pounce with its claws or attack its neck with its fangs next.

When its neck is pressed down to a certain angle, it will resort to a trick to scare away the scream.

Ren Zhong predicted everything about it, and then used his skills honed in virtual reality.

The flexible metal transmission chain installed by Ju Qingmeng was enough to support the various complex movements he performed that exceeded the material properties of ordinary first-level exoskeletons, which resulted in the scene at this time.

Finally, the Screaming Wolf jumped back three meters, lowered its head, opened its huge mouth, and raised its head suddenly.

It's going to be bigger.

Bang bang bang bang...

Eight violent explosions exploded in its throat.

It is dead, dead for nothing...

In short, Screaming Wolf has suffered eight lifetimes of bad luck and will die miserably.

My throat exploded.

What killed it was eight thumb grenades, four rounds of double salvoes from the two short-range cannons on Ren Zhong's shoulders.

Rewind the time to two seconds ago, when the Screaming Wolf was tired of the useless fighting and pressed forward to accumulate energy in his body to prepare for amplified moves. Ren Zhong activated the cannon in advance and completed eight consecutive shots in an instant.

Its head was not completely raised, but when it was only halfway raised, it just caught the eight grenades flying side by side, which was a precise delivery.

Seeing that the Screaming Wolf stopped struggling, Ren Zhong slowed down for a few seconds and let out a long breath.

He played really well tonight.

Rarely, he did not turn on the amplifier, nor did he hang up the machine using a preset program. He only relied on on-the-spot reaction and conventional output power to complete the over-the-top suppression.

This is a very good start.

I walk the Sid Meier road more smoothly.

Ren Zhong clapped his hands and waved to the stunned workers, "Come here and remove the chip. It's late, so you have to go back quickly."

When Chen Hanyu started busy, Ou Youning, a fool, had already pounced on him and grabbed Ren Zhong's leg.

"Brother Ren, you are so awesome! You are so unreasonable! The legendary Sid Meier is not even worthy of carrying your shoes!"

Ren Zhong blushed slightly and waved his hands repeatedly, "I've passed it, I've blown it. Many of my ideas on combat methods come from Sid Meier's experience. He is a senior with real kung fu."

Ou Youning shook his head fiercely, "I don't know him. Anyway, I feel like I am like the hero in the story. Brother Ren, you are my grandfather, come and take me away!"

Ren Zhong: "..."

Did I give you face?

How can you show off and force yourself into a show?

Do you know that you were the first person to stab me?

You exposed your grandfather's body in the wilderness. Does your grandfather know?

He really wouldn't jump out of the grave and smash your brains out?

Others covered their faces in shame. Even Chen Hanyu, who was dismantling the chip, had his hands shaking subconsciously and almost couldn't produce a perfect product.

At about 8:20, the team returned to the town and sold the goods at Spark Resources.

The final total income was as high as 114 points. After deducting 20 points for the cost of two heat-absorbing booby traps and 7 points for other odds and ends, today's net profit was 87 points.

Ren Zhong took away 60, and the remaining 27 were divided among the others.

This makes sense.

He seemed to get more, but in fact he suffered the loss.

That night, Ren Zhong did not go to the centralized sleeping cabin, but chose to work overtime for himself, and then put on the Thunder Car and went straight to Shuya Mountain, where he had to make up for the losses he suffered during the day on Shuya Mountain. A day later, the bloody storm that wiped out the ground came again.

For the time being, Zheng Tian's team has passed this difficult time without any danger.

In the days that followed, the heavy task turned into a day and night journey, running wildly on the road to becoming stronger.

At night, he continued to harvest the beasts in his memory and let the neighbors in Spark Town feel the pain.

During the day, he insisted on speculating in cheap short-term stocks and making waves in the stock market. At the same time, he went out hunting in the van of Zheng Tian's team. In the morning, he could catch up on his sleep with peace of mind, and in the afternoon, he practiced with battle.

Sometimes he had to rush to clear his stocks in the afternoon, and he had to greet others half an hour in advance to ask them to take it easy. Then he would paddle blatantly until any time, unless the sky fell, otherwise don't disturb him.

The stock market is risky, so be cautious when entering the market.

Don't oversleep, or we'll see you on the rooftop.

This time was very different from last time.

Ren Zhong became the route planner of Zheng Tian's team.

The mastermind behind digging holes but not burying them ended up personally, and the planned route avoided the abandoned mining areas that he had swept in advance.

Good Friday for Zheng Tian’s team is finally over.

Of course, in order to prevent the team's income from being too high and growing too fast, Ren Zhong did not teach others how to use clever methods to clean up the second and third level ruin beasts.

Only occasionally when he met a second-level opponent he liked, he would personally give live lessons to others and practice his moves on the way.

He controlled the team's income, which was only slightly higher than in the past, but not too high and still affordable.

Since he didn't work hard, he also rejected Zheng Tian's tilted income distribution method and only got a little more, but not too much.

Thanks to Ren Zhong's micro management, and Zheng Tian's team did not have a thunder car this time, it did not show the tendency to take off.

After Zheng Tian fulfilled Bei Lihui's demanding requirements, for several days, the other party did not come to trouble her again, let alone fight against Qiufeng, because it was not worth it.

Time unknowingly reached the evening of the thirteenth day, and things changed qualitatively.

…

"You are already a standard level two mecha warrior."

In the talent testing room of the arms mall, Ju Qingmeng looked at the cabinet and said, "Your brain-computer synchronization rate has reached an outrageous 29.99%."

“Why the prefix outrageous?”

Ju Qingmeng: "Because you are indeed a monster! How can there be such an increase in the brain-machine synchronization rate? When most people first reach level 2, it will basically exceed 20%, and then from level 2 to level 3, it will slowly increase to full .You are simply perverted!”

Now that everyone is familiar with each other, Ju Qingmeng speaks much more casually.

Ren Zhong coughed lightly, "Okay, okay, what about my other parameters?"

"The bioelectric carrying power is 50.17 kilowatts. The brain response index is 55.29. The comprehensive physical fitness index is 51.35."

The obsessive-compulsive disorder of Ren Zhong was satisfied.

He let out a sigh of relief, "The other two indexes have caught up. My shortcomings have been made up, and I will be a perfect equilateral triangle warrior from now on."

He thought to himself that last time, his carrying power on the night of the fifteenth day was only 46.9.

This time, with Brother Sun's sponsorship, I am even more enthusiastic. The progress is very obvious, which is gratifying.

Ju Qingmeng: "Equilateral triangle warrior? What do you mean?"

"fine."

"But I think you shouldn't be too happy too early. Your brain response index was abnormally high before. That was your talent. But now you have exhausted your talent, and the brain response index has begun to become mediocre. So it's not your shortcomings. The boards are being patched up, but the longboards are being caught up.”

Ren Zhong looked at Ju Qingmeng silently, not knowing what to say.

I can't tell her that one day in the future, maybe my brain reaction index will be as high as one pillar, and the other indexes will be flat on the spot?

Thinking of this, he imagined a picture.

One day, he was resurrected.

The brain response index is as high as 10,000 points.

Bioelectricity carrying power is 1 kilowatt.

Comprehensive physical fitness index 5.

The equilateral triangle warrior transforms into a celestial warrior.

How touching that is, my brain will cry!

One god drags down three pits, who can withstand this?

Ju Qingmeng: "What's the matter with that expression on your face where you can't laugh or cry?"

"Ah, it's nothing. I think of some happy things in the past."

Ju Qingmeng stepped forward, took off the patches from his body one by one, and asked: "What are your plans for tomorrow? Are you still going to act with Zheng Tian and the others? If I remember correctly, the professional team will lead the team there tomorrow. Hunting is concentrated in the Valley of Bones. The professional teams in the town are not easy to get along with. Your actions these days have attracted their attention, so you’d better be careful.”

Ren nodded, "Yes, thanks."

A blush appeared on Ju Qingmeng's face, "You're welcome. I'm just afraid I'll get you into trouble."

Ren Zhong smiled and asked, "If you don't cause trouble, won't I go to trouble with your enemy? Since the hostile relationship has been decided from the beginning, there is no need to be timid."

"That's true. But with your growth rate, maybe by the time these gossips spread to Chongyi County, you will have nothing to fear."

"Haha, I hope so."

Although Ren Zhong has been very restrained, his addition has greatly enhanced the strength of Zheng Tian's team.

From the eighth day to now, the five consecutive days of small bumper harvest have not been hidden from Lin Wang.

As early as the tenth day, when everyone showed up in the parking lot, Lin Wang, who always went out with a stiff neck and ignored no one, turned his head and glanced at the truck in a rare way, and his eyes fell on Ren Zhong, which was very meaningful. .

According to the normal rhythm, in a few days at most, Bei Lihui, a good dog, would come to personally interrogate Ren Chong's background.

But just yesterday, when Bei Lihui and Lin Wang came to the mall to buy supplies, Ren Zhongye also came to ask Ju Qingmeng to make some changes to his equipment.

Ju Qingmeng, who knew Ren Zhong's recent concerns, made an immediate decision, hugged his arm affectionately in public, and talked intimately with him.

Ren Zhong didn't understand what was going on at first and was still panicking, but when he saw Bei Lihui and Lin Wang walking past in shock, he understood Ju Qingmeng's intention.

Ju Qingmeng is not an ordinary person.

Her intimacy was a talisman.

"Tomorrow I will take action with them and go to the Valley of Bones."

"You need this money?"

"It's not because of the income, it's just that I want to step on the land in the Valley of Bones one more time and get familiar with the situation."

Ju Qingmeng asked nervously: "Are you planning to break in alone in the future?"

Ren Zhong laughed, "Who knows what will happen in the future? People always have to constantly challenge themselves to reach a level where they have no regrets in this life, right?"

Ju Qingmeng narrowed his eyes slightly, "You're right, but I hope you don't die. I'm still waiting for you to save me."

"Don't worry, I will never die."

"Okay then, I will start changing your equipment now. Since you don't want to wear the second level exoskeleton for the time being, I will change the first level exoskeleton for you into a special armor that is not inferior to the second level."

"Good work."

At nine forty at night, he put on his battle armor again and walked out of the arms mall fully dressed. He tightened the double blades on his back, rode an electric motorcycle to the parking lot, and prepared to go straight to the wild.

Tonight, he will face the second-level Ruin Beast head-on without bodyguards or restraint equipment.

After accumulating strength for a long time, it's time to show off with unscrupulous swordsmanship.

Ren Zhong reached his hand behind his back and gently stroked the huge leather scabbard.

Hidden inside is his old friend.

Heavy arc slash.

It was obviously the first time in his life that he touched this knife, but he felt a strong sense of familiarity.

The armor is inconvenient to replace, but the second-level weapons can be used first.

On the outside of the Arc Slasher, he still had the original alloy sword hanging on his back.

The swords crossed into an X shape behind his back.

The double-sword warrior is extremely wild.