Chapter 1325: Chapter 406 Worm’s Nest lee_3 Chapter 1325: Chapter 406 Worm’s Nest lee_3 The intelligence did not ntion the mortality rate of B-tier missions, but since even top rcenary corps like Thunder Group have not explored A-tier, it implies that the death rate must be extrely high.
Leonard Churchill, however, accepted the mission quite calmly.
The current situation posed no real threat to him.
Temporarily appointed leader Matt once again skillfully guided the Non-Player Characters to choose a passage leading to the depths of the cavern.
This was all important intelligence bought with the lives of previous batches of adventurers.
Large teams have enough experience; they are very clear that the key to clearing spaces of high difficulty is to make rational use of plot characters.
The team charged forward once again.
The rhythm was still “kill, kill, kill.”
But the types of bugs started to change, in addition to the previous Blade Mantises, there began to appear bugs that were almost like dung beetles called Ironclad Beetles, whose hard shells could easily block magic energy bullets; there was also a type that spat acid known as Acid Bile Bugs, which could spit globs of phlegm a hundred ters, causing even chanical Battle Armor to emit smoke; there were also red tendrils appearing out of nowhere, like tree roots…
They were still low-tier, but their numbers were endless.
As these bugs appeared, the human team began to suffer casualties.
The bugs could make countless mistakes, but on the human side, if overwheld by the sea of bugs, death was inevitable.
And gradually, among those bugs, there were also a small number of Fourth Tier and Fifth Tier insects.
The appearance of these high-tier bugs usually ant soone would die.
The ammunition of chanical Warriors was limited, and chanical equipnt had an endurance limit; it could not fire at a high frequency indefinitely.
Fighting on, Leonard Churchill noticed that the queen bug was very intelligent, seemingly deliberately using these low-tier bugs to exhaust the ammunition of the Human Legion.
After realizing this, he understood that following the main force was not as ideal as it seed.
The combat power of the Non-Player Characters was strong, but they were also large targets. By constantly being targeted and surrounded by bugs, even if the final mission was completed, the outco would inevitably be tragic.
The difficulty of the plot was assessed for everyone, aning the B-tier difficulty was enough to doom a Sixth Tier like Leonard Churchill there.
He felt that being constantly monitored by such an intelligent queen bug would leave him very passive.
Moreover, the guys from Thunder Group clearly had so “special ideas.”
In the midst of fierce battle, it was hard for ordinary people to pay attention to what their team mbers in other complicated passageways were doing, but Leonard Churchill was always watching very clearly.
He distinctly noticed that at so point, a small squad suddenly left the main force and took another passage.
Without orders, slaves would not leave; Loose Practitioners would not seek death by separating from the main force on their own.
It could only an that the Thunder Group guys had planned sothing else in advance.
They likely intended to use the main force as bait while they carried out so other hidden sub-mission.
After discovering this, Leonard Churchill had no intention of staying any longer.
In an instant when a team was scattered by the enemy’s sea of bugs, he suddenly grabbed Elder Clinton, who was fishing in troubled waters within the team, and barreled into another passage.
Like unfortunate souls severed by the Insect Race, the hastily fleeing main force paid no attention to the two n they lost.
…
To separate from the main team in a tunnel filled with bugs amounted to a dead end for most people.
Without the main force, not even a chance to reload and take a breath, in the end, one could only be overwheld by the sea of bugs.
But that was others, not Leonard Churchill.
Listening to the sounds of gunfire fading away, amidst a pile of stickily coalesced bug corpses, the two n suddenly sat up.
Leonard Churchill’s facial muscles twisted, and he reverted to his original appearance.
He looked at Elder Clinton and said with a smile, “Senior Clinton, long ti no see.”
The bugs’ modes of perception were nothing more than sight, hearing, and sll.
Leonard Churchill had been observing Elder Clinton all along.
While the man clearly slacked off in the team, he never suffered a fatal attack from the bugs.
After observing for a while, he realized the old man had stealthily sared his body with glands burst from bug corpses.
At the first opportunity to leave the main force with the old man, he chose to play dead.
Leonard Churchill followed suit, imitating the elder accurately.
Nurous experiences told Leonard Churchill that he could never go wrong by following elders.
Hearing his na called out, Elder Clinton was also taken aback.
He looked at Leonard Churchill’s face, slick with yellow viscous fluid, and revealed a hint of astonishnt, but this ti he didn’t forget and rembered who it was, he said incredulously, “Leonard Churchill, the kid?”
Then he cracked a toothy smile, full of surprise, “How co you are here too?”
Leonard Churchill responded with a smile, “It’s a long story. I was originally lying low in this camp, then I found out you were captured and followed…”
As he spoke, he added jokingly, “To see if I could save you.”
“You…”
Hearing this, Elder Clinton gave him a white look.
That disdainful look as if to say, “Every ti I encounter you, kid, things feel off.”
But in the end, Leonard Churchill did act, so despite the disdain, the old man said nothing.
Then, frowning, he added, “But, kid, why have you beco so effeminate? Have you turned to the ‘Forbidden Witch’ path?”
Upon hearing this, Leonard Churchill said in surprise, “Is it that obvious?”
He was not surprised the old man could tell, but was it really that obvious?
Elder Clinton pursed his lips, “Your ‘air’ is all yin and soft, can it be more obvious than that?”
Leonard Churchill heard this and looked sowhat resigned, asking, “I’m not on the Witch Sequence, I’ve just been contaminated by a relic…”
As he spoke, he unhesitantly showed the Black Demon glove, and then he asked, “Senior, is there a way to cure this contamination?”
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