Players Invade Cyberpunk

"You city dwellers sure know how to have fun, haha."

"Leave a thousand-man team here to cooperate with Light and slowly have fun with the people up the mountain. Everyone else, prepare to forcefully break through the defense line behind the armored unit."

If the players showed up in greater numbers, she wouldn't dare to play such a trick. But my numbers are in the tens of times more than yours, what is there to fear?

"You!"

Albertson's face flushed with a mix of colors; in terms of banter, she was truly no match for this wild woman.

Meanwhile, down the mountain, the players observing the situation outside the bombing zone quickly noticed these odd creatures.

They were short, didn't look human, but moved incredibly fast. The terrain that would normally slow a human down was like a walk in the park for them, sprinting on all fours.

"What are those?"

"They look like dogs."

"Dogs? Chaotic Blade Association keeps dogs too?"

"These dogs seem strange...could they have rabies?"

Curiosity couldn't be helped, as someone zoomed in with enlarged optics and quickly saw these modified dogs, instantly shocked.

"Whoa, super-modified hounds!"

"Quick, go get rabies vaccines!!"

The Sword Saint and his group, climbing out of the tunnels, were startled by this news. Many of them had watched the movie "Dog King" growing up, leaving quite traumatic impressions.

"Dogs?"

Red Tub paused, not particularly scared.

Because if dogs on the construction site don't leave before completion, there's a good chance they won't escape becoming extra meals.

But when the hounds closed in, players realized just how difficult these super-modified hounds were to deal with.

When attacking higher grounds, most people would crawl or bend over to reduce their attack surface, but these mechanical dogs were only 60cm tall, making them hard to target effectively. They jumped around in craters with high agility, and players couldn't hit them.

Behind them were a large group of Chaotic Blade members charging, making it impossible for players to poke out to attack, forcing them to watch as the dogs closed in.

Ta-ta-ta—

A mechanical dog peered out from a crater, its back-mounted small-caliber control gun quickly firing suppressively toward the player positions.

An MT-1 player in front effortlessly blocked the bullets with a shield, but as he prepared to retaliate, several more super-modified hounds rushed up, deploying not machine guns but smoke grenades, stun grenades, and hand grenades, all depending on what was loaded in the launchers, calculating trajectories to dodge player's shooting lines.

The brains of these mechanical dogs housed a rich database of cooperative combat strategies, making them act almost as proficiently as professional soldiers.

"Crap!"

An experienced player with Gun Mastery LV2 watched helplessly as a dog performed an elegant sidestep to dodge his shot, getting him all heated up.

"Where did this monstrosity come from? Screw you!"

Players accustomed to humanoid enemies faced these dogs on the battlefield for the first time, feeling a strong discomfort because human-targeted shooting methods had greatly reduced effects on them.

This significantly accelerated the Chaotic Blade's overall advance compared to yesterday, with some dogs even circling around players' firepower nets from impossible angles for humans, jumping into trenches to launch attacks.

"Damn, whose dogs are these?! Get them back here!"

Wearing MT-1, Red Tub hadn't expected to be targeted by three dogs shortly after climbing out. They perhaps ran out of bullets or recognized small-caliber weapons were ineffective against this iron hunk, crouching their heads like wild beasts in the trench, making aggressive postures while inching closer to Red Tub, even baring their teeth.

Despite the dangerous circumstances, the players felt no fear, with their fearlessness extending even to death itself.

"Hold down! Don't shoot, let me handle this."

Red Tub chose not to fire at the three modified dogs, releasing the trigger, opening his arms, and crouching slightly.

"Who's Bro, who's Delta...forget it."

Red Tub put away aggressiveness, trying to soften his facial expression, then...

"Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch...."

The previously tense battlefield atmosphere turned immediately strange; even the dogs were dumbfounded.

What's this idiot doing?

Red Tub: "Don't just stand around, quick, take pictures for posterity, make sure they look cool."

It didn't take long for a player to realize this fool was cosplaying Owen, the protagonist of Jurassic World; however, at least he raised the velociraptors from hatchlings, whereas these dogs didn't even recognize you.

Compared to Owen, Red Tub was more like Ah Xing, trying to control a cobra by whistling in Pig Cage Fort.

"Woof!"

Predictably, halfway through his antics, two dogs lunged at Red Tub, their open mechanical jaws almost tearing his scalp, no one would question their bite force.

Red Tub's muscles tightened, quickly using the mechanical arm of his exoskeleton to catch the open jaws of the two dogs. Surprisingly, the external metal armor that could withstand bullets started creaking under the voltage-powered jaws, visibly deforming, while the remaining dog opened its mouth, spewing a fiery tongue directly at Red Tub in the center, with meticulous cooperation.