222: Chapter 223 Let the Boss Go Free, Steal His Base from the Back

Although the kill count was still far behind the monstrous numbers of the top-ranked Scourge Legion, as long as he kept farming points at this speed, reaching the top of the server was absolutely possible!

As the perennial runner-up in the game, always suppressed by the Scourge Legion.

Just like that saying Lü Bu always had on his lips:

"A real man stands between heaven and earth; how can he be content to live under others for long?"

ikun True Fan really wanted to be number one for once!

He dreamed of kicking Praise Ming Shen off the throne!

"Holy crap! This is a golden opportunity for point farming that I absolutely cannot miss!"

The fighting spirit burned in ikun True Fan's eyes.

He abandoned the plasma rifle in his hand and ran straight toward the drone control room in the middle of the spaceship.

"Get me a machine too!"

ikun True Fan rushed into the control room, found an empty seat, sat down, and roared at logistics,

"Right now! Immediately! Give me a fiber-optic drone loaded with missiles!"

"Click."

ikun True Fan sat impatiently in the operation chair and pulled the heavy, fully immersive VR headset over his head.

As the neural connection data cable linked up, his vision instantly plunged into brief darkness, then flared bright!

Visual access successful.

ikun True Fan's first-person view synchronized directly to a heavy fiber-optic drone outside the launch bay.

The drone exited the bay smoothly, but what greeted him was a cruel panorama of deep space!

Against the backdrop of the dark universe, there were broken spaceship armor plates, fractured steel keels, and insect remains frozen into ice sculptures everywhere.

Floating among this metallic garbage were massive amounts of shattered insect limbs, viscera, and solidified green acid.

There was no sound, only deathly silence, yet it perfectly showcased the meat-grinder nature of this interstellar war.

ikun True Fan turned the drone's optical sensor to look around.

Around him, thousands of massive, simply designed heavy armed drones were hovering densely in space!

Under the belly and wings of every drone, a hive-like array of high-explosive micro-tracking missiles was mounted with reckless abandon.

At the tail of these drones, they all trailed a long, glowing physical fiber-optic data cable that connected all the way back to the mothership behind them.

"Beep, beep, beep!"

The radar screen was instantly flooded with red dots.

Ahead, countless small mutant flying insects, the size of fighter jets, with fleshy wings and sharp bone spurs, were surging forward like a black tide.

This synchronized the radar information from the mothership; although there was a certain delay, it didn't need to be installed separately on the drones, and after field testing, this thing was very easy to use.

"Brothers! I'm going in!"

ikun True Fan roared excitedly and slammed the throttle on the controller.

The plasma thrusters at the rear of the drone erupted with ghostly blue fire, and it lunged straight at the swarm!

However, the ideal was grand, but reality was harsh.

Because ikun True Fan usually only liked to fight on foot with various weapons, he had almost no experience piloting space drones.

His stiff operations made him a living target in this dead airspace.

He had just pressed the missile launch button before even locking onto a target.

From behind a meteorite fragment on the side, a blade-wing insect suddenly darted out, its speed so fast it left a residual image!

That insect was like a sharp scalpel, drawing a strange zigzag in the air, instantly closing in on ikun True Fan's drone.

"Crack!"

Two sickle-like bone forelimbs slashed down fiercely!

ikun True Fan didn't even have time to react; he only saw violent shaking on the screen, and the master control system instantly flashed with blinding red light.

The drone was cut into three pieces!

"Sizzle—"

The view turned into a screen of snow, representing death.

"Damn! This is way too fast!"

ikun True Fan tore off his VR glasses and cursed angrily.

He turned his head to glance at other players at the nearby consoles and saw that those veterans who played flight simulators all year round were controlling drones to make all sorts of unfathomable, elegant maneuvers in the swarm.

Missiles trailed smoke as they flew out, reaping the flying insects like wheat, blowing them into blood mist in swathes.

Watching others farm points, ikun True Fan's eyes turned red.

"Logistics! Get me another one!"

ikun True Fan gritted his teeth and shouted, putting the headset back on.

Second sortie.

This time, ikun True Fan learned his lesson.

He didn't charge blindly but followed closely behind the main force, trying to pick up kills.

He carefully operated the joystick and finally successfully locked onto two flying insects that were chasing friendly forces.

"Go to hell!"

Pressing the launch button, two missiles whistled out, hitting the targets precisely and exploding into two brilliant fireballs.

"Haha! Got the kills!"

Just as ikun True Fan was getting carried away.

A glob of miserable green highly corrosive strong acid sprayed from his blind spot without warning, coating the drone's optical sensor entirely!

"Sizzle, sizzle!" The strong acid instantly burned through the armor, detonating the ammunition depot under the belly.

"Boom!" The screen went black again.

"Holy crap! There was actually a camper ambushing me!"

ikun True Fan slammed the console.

"Again! I don't believe this today!"

Third time... crashed after being caught in the blast wave of an insect's suicide attack.

Fourth time... turned too sharply, fiber-optic cable got tangled in floating ruins, and was swarmed and torn apart by the insects.

Fifth time... missed the missile shot and was vaporized by an enemy plasma cannon.

Within a short half hour.

ikun True Fan experienced being abused in various ways by the insects.

But as The Fourth Calamity, every death was exchanged for a rapid improvement in muscle memory and combat experience.

He began to gradually master the performance limits of this drone, figured out the slight lag of the fiber-optic cable transmission in space, and understood the assault trajectories of those mutant flying insects, which seemed irregular but were actually full of flaws.

When ikun True Fan drove a brand-new drone out of the mothership for the sixth time.

He had completely transformed.

"Whoosh!"

The drone performed an extremely thrilling side roll in space, dodging a plasma beam by a hair's breadth.

ikun True Fan looked grim, his hands moving like a blur on the virtual console.

Lock! Fire! Evade! Lock again!

The micro-missiles under the belly poured out like a rainstorm.

Every time he fired, it was accompanied by the explosion of a cloud of insect blood mist nearby.

He piloted the drone, weaving freely between the dense insect swarm and debris, like a ghost assassin dancing on the tip of a blade.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Three blade-wing insects attempting to flank him were circled behind by his extreme cobra maneuver and torn to pieces by missiles.

"Hahahaha!"

Looking at the frantically jumping kill numbers and the skyrocketing military merit points on the tactical panel.

ikun True Fan let out a hearty, exhilarating laugh in the control room!

"I am the ace pilot! Insects! Who else?!"

Just as ikun True Fan was killing with gusto, preparing to go deep into the enemy formation to harvest another wave.

"Holy crap! Brothers, look at coordinate 045!"

In the guild channel, Shushu Failed the Exam's voice suddenly came through, out of tune with alarm.

ikun True Fan immediately controlled the drone to raise the perspective and looked in the direction of the coordinates.

One look, and the smile on his face instantly froze.

In the deep space on the right wing of the battlefield.

A dense, numbing number of insect armies, like a broken dark red ocean tide, was surging forward with an unstoppable momentum!

But the target of this massive insect cloud tide was not these player drones and fleets fighting dogfights on the periphery at all.

They completely ignored the players' flanking harassment and, regardless of casualties, directly formed a sharp cone-shaped assault formation!

All the insects were rushing madly toward The Guardian, the pyramid fortress at the rear of the battlefield, with no regard for their own lives!

The insect swarm command clearly also realized that the firepower core and command center of this human fleet was that fortress constantly spitting out anti-matter cannons!

They were going to break through and board the fortress at all costs!

"Warning! Red Alert!"

At the same time, all players received an urgent tactical order from the commander-in-chief, Ushtan, on their pv terminal:

The entire army must contract the defensive line immediately! Abandon peripheral pursuit! Fall back at all costs to protect The Guardian! Protect the supreme Administrator of Shelter!

Seeing this death order.

The player channel first fell into a brief silence.

Then, a group of Fourth Calamity players with strange thought processes immediately threw out a series of heaven-defying remarks.

"Wait!"

In the channel, a player named Tactical Master suddenly spoke, his voice carrying a trace of irrepressible excitement,

"Brothers! The main force of the bugs has all gone to attack our boss now. What does this mean?!"

Everyone was stunned.

Tactical Master slapped his thigh and roared excitedly:

"This means the insect swarm's home base is completely empty now! That insect nest mothership, which has been hiding at the very back and controlled by the Norn Queen, has almost no guard forces left around it!"

"Brothers! This is a god-given opportunity! The chance for a first kill of the Norn Queen and to loot god-tier equipment is right in front of us! What do you guys say? Do we do it?!"

Hearing the words "first kill" and "loot equipment".

All the players' eyes turned green instantly!

But there were also slightly more rational players who expressed concern:

"Wait, dude, calm down first."

That player retorted suspiciously,

"If we all go to steal the base, what if the fortress isn't defended, something unexpected happens, and the boss gets killed by the bugs?"

"It's written clearly in the description that once the Administrator dies, the entire server will be shut down and wiped on the spot!"

As soon as this sentence was finished, it was immediately met with collective disdain and ruthless rebuttal from a large number of players.

"Get lost!"

Tactical Master cursed unceremoniously,

"Did you eat too much synthetic starch today, causing carbon poisoning and your brain to rust?!"

"Use your brain! Who is our boss? That's a ruthless man who glows with golden light and can chop off Wa Banxian's arm with a single sword! That is the combat power ceiling!"

"Even Emperor Di's human form probably couldn't beat him!"

Emperor Di: "Are you being polite?"

"Just based on these few broken bugs outside, even if they board the ship, what can they do to the boss? I bet it wouldn't even be enough for him to warm up!"

"Exactly, exactly!"

Other players chimed in,

"The boss usually does push-ups in Shelter carrying tons of iron, do you think that's just for show? His health bar is thicker than the Boss's!"

"Well said! Absolutely no flaws!"

The player who was originally worried heard this reasonable analysis and suddenly realized.

"What you said is impeccable!"

The player roared, completely changing sides,

"Let the boss tank the monsters himself! We're going to copy the bugs' home base! This wave, this wave is called ranching the Boss, counter-stealing the base!"