Origin Paradise!

Chapter 181 The Five-Man Alliance

A spacious floor in an unknown location.

A series of honeycomb-like six-sided glass rooms are interlocked, leaving only passageways for passage. Employees of Dawn Company in uniforms are conducting one-on-one debugging work with the indigenous people.

Starting with casting bones, weaving nerves and muscles, installing an anthropomorphic brain, filling in blood vessels and organs, and finally immersing them in a pool full of slurry to shape skin, robots occasionally leave the assembly line to enter the final adaptation stage.

"Wow, this technology is clearly ahead of its time."

Outside a honeycomb room, five people were watching the correction process taking place inside. Several robots exhibited behaviors that went against the script, prompting the company boss to come and check on the situation.

The young man wearing headphones praised Dawn Technology, saying, "Since we're all on the same side, I suggest we reveal our IDs and ranks. The Bureau of Order's rules and regulations are still very useful; at the very least, they can build some trust."

In the blink of an eye, from the perspective of the other four people, a new line of information appeared above the head of the young man with headphones.

Player: Ink Painting, LV15, Ink Association.

The Ink Society is a group of amateur players in the Great Xia Dynasty. It started as an organization of handcrafted mechanical enthusiasts and existed in the form of a club. Later, it became famous in the Origin game. The members of the society studied mechanical arts and used their mechanical creations in battle.

"Zombie Alliance, LV16".

The middle-aged man, whose entire body was green, spoke succinctly. As a green zombie, he had already reached the peak of life in the Bronze Age.

Seeing this, Ink Painting narrowed his eyes. The Zombie Alliance was full of tough zombie players, and they were at odds with the Buddhist-Taoist Exchange Committee, the organization that cooperated with the Bureau of Order. Legend has it that there were even ancient zombies in it. The green zombies, which were above the walking corpses and the white and black zombies, were no ordinary minions. They could be the division leader of the combat system in the Bureau of Order.

At the same time, the other three players also revealed their information.

Player: Tribes, LV15.

The Wild Beast School of North America, Harpies.

Player: Kanzaki Ueya, LV15.

Yingzhou Xia Guild Hall, Barrier Master.

Player: Killer 007, LV15.

A transnational assassination organization, assassins.

"It seems all sorts of demons and monsters have come," Ink Painting said with a faint smile.

The green zombie calmly said, "Although you are all on different sides in the current realm, I hope you can understand one fact: this derivative mission is extremely dangerous."

“Origin will not allow a completely unbalanced initial situation to occur. In a six-player dungeon, the five of us are grouped together, which means that the sixth person is a faction on their own. In Origin’s view, this 1v5 situation is a balanced result.”

"Furthermore, we have a huge advantage in terms of identity, so I boldly speculate that the enemy's identity is most likely extremely low, and they are very likely to be unhelpful natives."

"The opponent is at least a level 20 player, and definitely one of the best. Their strength is not far from the silver level."

The green zombie spoke in a heavy tone, saying that to reach the peak of the Bronze level, one needs to break through 11 in all four main attributes. If one is a standard ordinary person when they obtain player status, then they need to add points 24 times.

Considering that the main world quest provides free attribute points and skill points at the end, and the training path can also bring some growth, this standard will be lowered.

But in any case, judging from the results, the enemy was ridiculously strong.

"Could that guy actually be a Silver Being?" said the harpy, who had long, jet-black hair that was almost purple, a voluptuous figure, and was currently in human form.

“No, this is a matter of world energy level and gradient.” After answering, the barrier master continued, “I think everyone’s main mission is to stop the demon Baalzeb from destroying Rock Town.”

"In mythology, Baalzeb, also known as Beelzebub, may be familiar to those interested in theology. He is the chief of the seventy-two demons of Solomon, who controls the diseases that sweep through hell. He is also known as the Lord of the Flies, corresponding to gluttony in the seven deadly sins."

The harpy frowned slightly: "You mean, we're going to fight against monsters like that? Anyone with a modicum of sense knows that's impossible."

The green zombie interjected, "It should just be a being with Beelzebub's traits, but it's still terrifying. At the Gold level, it can activate its own domain, and at the Hero level, it can activate its mythical form or Dharma form. As long as it imprints this trait, it will have a slight hope of becoming a fourth-tier Hero-level life form in the future."

"However, it is extremely difficult to accomplish great things. The probability of dying halfway is even higher. Moreover, the great sins are enemies of each other. In the boundless void, it is said that lust and pride have already been born. They all come from the forces of the void giants, and it is difficult for them to perish in the early stages."

The four silently digested this invaluable intelligence. The credibility of the Zombie Alliance having an ancient species was further deepened. Moreover, intelligence also comes with a price. With this investment and the highest level in the entire event, it was justified for the green zombie to obtain a certain degree of command authority.

Suddenly, the assassin said, "I have no interest in the Alliance, nor in Dawn Corporation, and even less in the Void and the Great Sin. Based on past experience, the main quest and faction conflict will not be completely divergent. As long as I kill that guy, I can basically get further clues."

Clearly, the assassin didn't want to be commanded.

The ink painting, the barrier master, and the harpy remained silent, standing on the same side as the green zombie.

The assassin shrugged and said, "Good luck."

As soon as he finished speaking, the assassin turned and left. His initial identity was one of the deputy leaders of the Dawn Company's security team, and he was qualified to conduct daily security patrols of Western Paradise.

"It's happening again. Every player has their own ideas." The green zombie thought to himself, finding it troublesome. He enjoyed the feeling of being in control of the overall situation, and every time he stepped forward, it was in the best interests of everyone. But there were always players whose brains were like flushing toilets, and they had no idea what they were thinking. Clearly, working together to fight the enemy and the Fly King would be the best option.

"Boss, may I watch from the sidelines for a bit?"

The ink painting eagerly inquired that this superb anthropomorphic technique was highly complementary to the mechanical passage.

Inside the six-sided honeycomb room, the boss turned around. His suit was impeccably tailored, and his gaze was unusually calm, giving off an eerie, inhuman feeling. Yet, he suddenly smiled.

“My deputy technical team leader, it’s surprising that you’re standing outside.”

……

Meanwhile, the assassin arrived at the Dawn Information Group to retrieve data.

Despite parting ways with the four, Green Zombie maintained an acknowledgment of the enemy's identity analysis. His own faction all had fairly high initial identities, and if the enemy also had impressive identities, then there was no need for such balancing.

"I like people with principles. If you refuse me because it's against the rules, I won't make things difficult for you."

In the information department, when faced with a man's request to access data, the female supervisor raised an eyebrow.

"Deputy team leader, are you out of your mind? Without the information department, would your security department be searching for a needle in a haystack every day? We've always been a joint department."

"Then hurry up and give me the information." The assassin was slightly annoyed.

Chapter 182 Tavern

The blazing sun sank behind the western mountains, and night fell.

The commotion at dusk gradually subsided.

Jiang He traveled all over Rock Town to observe the local environment. This western town is not large, with only four streets in total, and its layout is similar to the Chinese character "丰". The permanent and transient populations total several thousand, and the vast majority of them are native robots.

"Hey, you look like you need to relax."

In front of the tavern next door, a burly man with a cigarette in his mouth greeted customers. He was very overweight, but his body was clearly defined, with fat covering his muscles and his face covered in grime.

Jiang He turned around and said calmly, "I only have bullets."

The burly man took a deep drag on his cigarette, revealing a hearty smile, and smoke billowed from his mouth.

"Bullets are hard currency. Pay twenty and you're the king of the tavern."

Jiang He stepped forward, took out twenty revolver bullets from his pocket and handed them to the burly man. He was not short of ammunition; at the end of the Silkworm Life dungeon, he had taken a large amount of reserve ammunition from the logistics department by virtue of his rank as a major.

"Guys, we have a guest!" the burly man shouted as he turned around.

Jiang He walked into the tavern. The surrounding lights were dim. In a corner, four people were playing cards. Revolvers and Winchester rifles were placed on the table, and several piles of yellow chips served as chips.

At the bar, the bartender greeted everyone warmly.

"Would you like something to drink? You must be a new resident."

"A glass of iced rum."

Jiang He pulled out a chair and sat down. Immediately, a woman wearing a low-shouldered, waist-cinching long dress approached him. She had black eyeshadow around her eyes and a rather tall figure. He wasn't surprised by this; it would be unusual if there were no Nightingales in this kind of tavern.

Nightingale smiled ambiguously, her eyes sparkling. "I bet you have a fiancée waiting for you to come home. She might be a noblewoman, of high status, but she's too boring, isn't she?"

"At home, I only have a dog as calm as a middle-aged man, a crow that seems to thrive on chaos, and a little snake spirit who is currently receiving compulsory education. But compared to these, I am more interested in the devil Baalzeb."

Jiang He took out an ordinary revolver that he had taken from the robber and placed it on the table.

"Since bullets are hard currency, this gun should be able to buy your answer as well."

Nightingale didn't even glance at Revolver. She got up, leaned closer, put her arm around his shoulder, and pursed her lips seductively.

"Guns are nothing, you are the real hard currency."

Jiang He was taken aback. His charm value was now as high as 14 points, making him the second highest value after physique. He could rival some specialized charm players. The aloof gunman persona seemed to be particularly popular in the western Gobi Desert, but if you think about it carefully, you can find out the strange thing.

no answer.

The nightingale looked slightly bewildered. "What's wrong?"

"How dare you refuse to accept money?"

Jiang He slowly loaded bullets into the revolver. In this era, the Nightingales did not have a high status. They were tools for the tavern to make money. Whether or not to waive the fee for the customers was not something they could decide.

Nightingale looked a little flustered and quickly said, "Don't be nervous, I really didn't expect you to be such a conservative person."

The bartender brought over the iced rum and gave Nightingale a look, as if signaling her to reassure the customer.

With all six bullets loaded, Nightingale said helplessly, "The devil Baal-Zebb will bring death, slaughter everyone, and control disease, flies, and gluttony. Any townsman who discovers a suspicious person has an obligation to warn them immediately."

Jiang He picked up his glass and drank it all. There were unusual seasonings in the wine; it was either a deadly poison or a drug that could cause sleep disturbances. He was already used to it.

"The origin of the legend."

Nightingale stared at the cold muzzle of the gun in front of her, then gestured for the four people who had abruptly stood up in the corner to sit down again.

"Didn't the sheriff make that public announcement just a quarter of an hour ago?" Nightingale asked, puzzled.

“I can testify,” the bartender said.

Jiang He closed his eyes. He had just been strolling around the street and hadn't made any public announcement. Besides, the sheriff had died two hours earlier. Compared to the script, this information seemed to be a temporary insertion from the background. Due to the haste, it contained obvious bugs.

"Any resident who discovers a suspicious person has an obligation to alert the police immediately. This means that someone inside Dawn Corporation is searching for Baalzeb and influencing the robots' backend information. They have considerable power, and the other party is likely also a player."

Half a minute after they swallowed the drinks, the four men in the corner picked up their weapons again.

The nightingale reluctantly got up and retreated.

The bartender pulled out a set of bloodstained knives from behind the counter, with bits of meat still stuck to the blades.

"I want his legs."

"This guy is good-looking; I'm going to peel off his skin as a souvenir."

"Look, our lady can't wait any longer. Let's cut off her pelvis for her to use tonight."

The four approached with laughter. Due to the previous chaos, there were few customers at the moment. The tavern was a normal tavern normally, but it could also turn into a butcher shop at any time.

Suddenly, Jiang He opened her eyes.

Bang bang bang!

Six bullets flew in succession as the gun moved, hitting all four men between the eyebrows. Nightingale's eye socket was shattered, and the bartender behind her, who had just grabbed a knife, was shot in the head and died instantly.

Bang!

Suddenly, at the tavern entrance, the burly man picked up a Winchester rifle, turned around, and fired wildly. Five shotgun shells shattered the glass and landed on someone.

Crack!

Most of the shotgun shells were blocked by Weidan's trench coat, and a few that hit the chest tore the shirt, but they still failed to completely break through the intermediate toughness defense of the Holy Iron External Kung Fu.

Jiang He discarded the ordinary revolver, pulled out the Whale Song, and pulled the trigger. The rare-grade firearm's base damage boosted the bullet, blasting a bowl-sized hole in the wooden wall. The burly man was shot through the heart, staggered backward, and fell to his death in the blink of an eye.

The gunfight ended.

Jiang He looked around and then activated the title.

[Note: You have activated the title "Gunner of Dragon City," which grants temporary 3D vision of targets when attacking stronghold-type buildings.]

In an instant, the entire second floor of the tavern appeared in his field of vision, revealing the hidden cubicles and secret rooms in detail. Using the Eye of Truth and the Snake Eye together, he was able to see the three humanoid heat sources.

Jiang He changed his weapon to Crimson Baptism, which allows players to equip and activate all titles simultaneously.

boom!

A dark red streak shot out from the muzzle of the gun, shattering the ceiling on the first floor and hitting the enemy on the second floor who was still holding his gun.

Without a single scream, the target was instantly reduced to minced meat. After mastering the interplay of light and shadow, this person could now imbue bullets with a spiraling force, greatly enhancing their penetrating damage.

Jiang He went up to the second floor, kicked open the nearly broken wooden door, and saw a woman on the bed with disheveled clothes through a pile of flesh. Her throat had been slit open with a sharp blade, and she was bleeding and losing her temperature. Her eyes were dull and lifeless. Not far away, next to a desk, an elderly priest was muttering mournful words.

The elderly priest looked at the woman with pity. "After hearing the gunshot, White immediately killed this poor girl. Perhaps he didn't want to reveal his location, but in this world, you can't solve problems with violence alone."

Jiang He loaded a bullet and said indifferently, "If violence cannot solve the problem, then violence is meaningless."

The elderly priest turned his head, his eyes looking as if he were looking at a hopeless devil.

"Any violent pleasure will end in violence."

boom!

Jiang He casually shot the old man, whose head exploded like a watermelon, splattering blood and flesh everywhere.