Wasteland's Only King - Chapter 142 - 127: 8 Million Value! Alien Invader Returns? Old Cui Goes All Out Up Close! (2)
Chapter 142: Chapter 127: 8 Million Value! Alien Invader Returns? Old Cui Goes All Out Up Close! (2)
Old Cui gazes into the distance, filled with determination.
He has almost ’checked in’ at nearly a hundred Refuge Cities in the A349 area.
Now, after a day’s journey, he not only ’checked in’ at another Refuge City in the A350 area but also bought a rudimentary map there.
Although the map does not mark the most dangerous Mutant Beast/Infected Nest in the wild, it does mark roughly half of the Refuge City locations within the A350 area.
“I wonder which Refuge City Old Yu and the others are in?”
Although Old Cui is wandering, he always looks for the whereabouts of friends and family in each new Refuge City.
Father, mother, Yanyan, as well as Old Yu Brother Gang and others.
So far, he hasn’t encountered a single acquaintance.
This makes Old Cui feel disappointed, yet silently relieved.
After witnessing the exploitation and even the harm of refugees by each Refuge City, Old Cui is genuinely afraid of one day encountering his friends or family in a certain city.
Especially his girlfriend Yanyan, and his parents.
Unlike him, they were not in the pre-test, and actually traveled to the Wasteland, facing unimaginable challenges…
“Sigh!”
Old Cui let out a heavy sigh, yet his steps did not pause for a moment.
He had already determined the direction according to the map, and continued for half a day, he should be able to reach the next Refuge City!
But…
Buzz—!
Right in front of Old Cui not far away.
Space fluctuation suddenly spread.
Old Cui’s rushing figure froze abruptly.
Swipe—
A silhouette appeared out of thin air not far in front of him.
“!”
Just in an instant.
Old Cui’s eyes widened, and his scalp tingled.
Curved Pathway Teleportation, beginning to charge…
His intuition told him that the human who suddenly appeared ahead was extremely dangerous!
He wore a full-cover silver mask, with a straight posture.
His entire body was cloaked in a light golden Mechanical Battle Armor.
In his hand, he even held a buzzing blue Laser Longsword.
“Damn this…”
“Looks like a bad guy right off the bat!”
Old Cui, nerves taut, activated the ’Turtle Breath’ ability, hiding his own presence.
At the same time, the ’Curved Pathway Teleportation’ was also continuously charging, just waiting for it to complete, to teleport several kilometers away directly!
“Hmm?”
The figure in Mechanical Battle Armor looked at the Wasteland before him, letting out a puzzled sound.
“This is…”
Murphy, now bewildered.
Wasn’t he just flying from the warship to space, about to approach Carol’s nearby micro Interstellar Spaceship, to execute the ’capture the traitor’ mission…
How in a daze, did he appear on a planet?
Around the warship, besides the asteroid belt, there was clearly no trace of a planet!
[Welcome, player Zain Murphy from the ’Drake-3 Wasteland Star System’ Level II Civilization Salsa!]
[…]
[Mission duration: 167 days (before the next promotion)]
[Mission reward: 50 billion Wasteland Points]
Just like Eureka before, an A3 Planet rule guidance prompt sounded in Murphy’s mind.
Unlike Eureka.
After listening, Murphy did not show even a hint of excitement, but rather a full face of disdain.
“50 billion points?”
“Is this for beggars?”
“Just this set of second-level Interstellar Battle Armor on me costs 80 billion points!”
Evidently, the A3 Planet rule is very rigid and does not understand flexibility.
It only knows how to ’shake in’ higher-tiered players from the High-level Server, but does not increase the ’reward value’.
[…]
The A3 Planet rule fell into silence, seemingly recalculating whether to set a higher mission reward…
Murphy didn’t pay any attention to the A3 Planet rule, nor did he keep this so-called ’bug player’ in mind.
He is, after all, a Tier Eleven Evolver!
Coming to this Wasteland Planet that at most has Tier Nine is an absolute lowering-the-dimensions hit?
Although his tier was suppressed to Tier Nine at the moment of arrival.
But Tier Eleven is ultimately Tier Eleven, just one Tier One Awakening Ability is enough to easily annihilate any Tier Nine native on this planet.
Unlike Eureka’s caution, Murphy is even too lazy to inquire about information on Tier Nine Evolvers of A3 Planet.
“Just suppress with a flip of the hand.”
Murphy knew he couldn’t return to the Star System Wasteland Server for the time being, and simply decided…
To give himself a little vacation of 167 days here.
In the Star System Wasteland filled with powerful beings, Eleven-Tiered he was just the front soldier of Salsa’s Ninth Fortress subordinate No. 7 Fleet.
But on A3 Planet?
He is the king, the only king!
“First find a Refuge City, grab a few beauties, it’s been so long since I went vegan after receiving the mission to chase down Carol…”
Murphy chuckled, the laughter extremely obscene.
Not far away.
Old Cui, listening to this laughter, felt a chill run down his spine.
“This is definitely not a good man!”
“Not only is he not a good man, but he might also be a deviant!”
Old Cui made a judgment in an instant, and at the same time, stimulated more Energy, charging ’Curved Pathway Teleportation’.
But…
In the next second.
“Hmm?”
Murphy, being a Tier Eleven Evolver, has extremely sharp Perception.
Even though Old Cui had already activated the ’Turtle Breath’ ability, he was found in an instant.
“Native?”
Murphy squinted his eyes and looked over.
After discovering that Old Cui was a male, the interest in his eyes diminished significantly.
But…
“Come over!”
Murphy commanded imperially.
As his words fell, he slightly released his own ’Tier Nine’ aura.
“Haha—”
“A little bit of small powerful being shock!”
Murphy was extremely proud, after being a lackey in the fleet for decades, now coming to A3 Planet full of ants, he only felt that his pores were completely relaxed!
Yet, paradoxically…
“Come over your mom!”
Old Cui, with a direct national rebuke, instantly stunned Murphy.
“Screw your powerful being shock!”
“Idiot!”
Old Cui seemed to feel unsatisfied, cursed again.
“???”
