Building a sect from scratch.

Chapter 103 Psionic Type 63 107 Light Towed Rocket Launcher
Along with the "rocket launcher," there were also two players with completely unfamiliar IDs.

So far, there have been only about two hundred people in the entire game, and everyone has become familiar with each other, but no one has ever seen these two players before!

These two players are named "Backstabber Palace Giant" and "Laboratory Horse Tower". The former just flashed in the public chat with gold text when the limited-time battlefield was triggered, while the latter had no presence at all. Even their levels were in the single digits, making them truly bizarre among players.

However, before anyone could wonder, the Jade Emperor stepped forward with an air of swagger, as if they were old friends, and put his arm around the shoulder of the giant who was carrying the blame, saying deliberately, "Brother, you've finally arrived! Brother Dog is still on his way, we're counting on you!"

The "code" was matched, and the scapegoat giant smiled shyly as a response.

Then, the Jade Emperor winked at the players around him and introduced them: "This one, Gong Juren, and that one, Ma Lou, are both research giants. Their thighs are thick and strong, and they're made of 24k pure gold, you know?"

One player couldn't help but quietly ask Ma Lou, who was fiddling with the pointed metal pillars in the lab, "Sisters, is this really a rocket launcher?"

Ma Lou, a female player in the lab, was wearing the initial class set given to new players. At this moment, she was at level 1, which was probably one of the lowest levels in the entire server. She confidently explained while patting the rocket launchers: "Its full name should be the Psionic Type 63 107 Light Towed Rocket Launcher. Due to the inadequate condensation treatment of the launch tubes, it can only be fired naked in this actual battle!"

The player was still somewhat incredulous, even rubbing his eyes hard: "No, is that really a rocket launcher?! Am I playing a cultivation game?!"

However, some military enthusiasts among the players were shocked when they heard what Ma Lou from the lab said: "107!? That cheap, robust heavy weapon that can be fired without a launcher, the king of guerrilla warfare heavy weapons!?"

"Huh? This thing can actually be made without a launcher?"

"You don't understand, do you? The Type 107 is the top heavy weapon in our ancestral tactics. Each one weighs only a dozen kilograms, and can be carried and used by a single soldier! It's simply a powerful tool for infiltration tactics!"

"A family-inherited tactic? When all else fails, the tactic of flanking maneuvers?"

"Huh? How do I weave it in? I don't know how!"

"Are you guys stupid?! 'Poor' means tactical flanking maneuvers, but are we poor right now?!" One player pointed at the pile of rocket launchers and said with a pained expression, "We have this many now, how are we poor? Don't you understand the importance of firepower coverage?!"

Ma Lou from the lab nodded in affirmation of the players' vision of "firepower coverage," saying, "Yes, we brought so many here this time, partly to conduct experiments and record data. There are more than a dozen different models of the Psionic Type 63 107, and this batch has been enhanced with lightning-attribute spiritual energy. Theoretically, its effect should be even stronger than the real 107. Moreover, we have completely abandoned the traditional method of propulsion and switched to psionic propulsion, which greatly improves both speed and range. The theoretical maximum attack range can reach 15 kilometers!"

The scapegoat giant added, "That's right. Since we haven't had a chance to test it in practice yet, we're not sure about its effectiveness. We can only say... let's give it a try!"

"Dude, tell us the truth, did you deliberately trigger the timed battlefield mission just to conduct a large-scale experimental test?"

"I didn't—ouch!"

The scapegoat, Gong Juren, instinctively wanted to deny it, but was stomped hard by Ma Lou from the lab next to him, letting out a cry of pain. Startled, he said, "I didn't! Haha, that was an accident, a pure accident..."

"Stop wasting time, hurry up and give those bastards a taste test first!"

"Should we call the other players back first?"

"Just refresh the world chat, I don't care if I come back or not, anyway, there's basically no cooldown for resurrection right now!"

The Jade Emperor urged, "Yes, old man, let's test the waters with a couple of shots first!"

"Wait a minute, Your Majesty, what did you shout?"

"Auntie, your son is calling someone else 'husband' in the game!"

"Even if we take a step back and say the worst, can't the Emperor call me husband?"

"Huh? You have such heavy tastes? Did you come from Zongyue?"

"Help! There are gay men here!" "You guys are really something else. I often feel out of place because I'm not perverted enough."

Amidst the barrage of sarcastic remarks, the Giant of the Scapegoat Palace remained silent for a moment before struggling to say to the Jade Emperor, "How about you just call me Giant?"

Although the Jade Emperor realized something was wrong as he called out "Old Palace," it was too late to salvage the situation. Now that there was a way out, he quickly chimed in, "Ahem, alright! Giant, ignore these idiots. Come on, let's have a go and show everyone what we're made of!"

The scapegoat, Gong Juren, nodded and said to Ma Lou in the lab, "Senior sister, you're in charge of this research project, so why don't you conduct the first experiment?"

"it is good!"

Ma Lou from the laboratory didn't stand on ceremony and pretended to pick up a rocket launcher.

"Hey hey hey! I'll do it! Sister, my initial skill is [Great Strength], I'll carry it!"

A helpful player stopped Ma Lou from entering the lab, then activated his skill, tucking two rocket launchers under each arm and excitedly asking, "Where are you sending them, sisters?"

In the lab, Ma Lou stared in shock at the slender female player, dressed in an ethereal, fairy-like dress, who seemed to be carrying two rolls of toilet paper with effortless ease. It took him a long time to regain his composure before he could speak: "I... I'll just find any rock that can serve as a support..."

"All right!"

The enthusiastic player looked around and saw that some military enthusiasts were actively moving over several stones to build a decent-looking "launching platform," so he placed two rocket launchers over there.

"We need to remove the safety talisman first," Ma Lou from the lab explained, first adjusting the position and angle of the rocket launcher, then tearing off the two talismans pasted on the bottom. "Then there are two ways to launch it: you can directly send spiritual energy here, or you can use a spirit-guiding talisman. My level is too low to guide spiritual energy into my body yet, so who can come and try?"

"I'll come, I'll come!"

The enthusiastic player who had just helped move the rocket launcher raised his hand again, then pushed aside a military enthusiast player who was trying to take the center position, and rubbed his hands together to occupy the "ignition position"—in the context of the psionic version of the rocket launcher in this world, it should be called the "spirit-summoning position".

The scapegoat-wielding giant whispered to the military enthusiast player, "There are still so many over there, don't worry, you'll get to play one in a bit!"

The enthusiastic player first touched the metallic-looking shell before excitedly channeling spiritual energy into the location Ma Lou had indicated in the laboratory.

Amidst the expectant gazes of a group of players, the rocket launcher...

No response.

The scapegoat, the giant, frowned: "This shouldn't be! I was calculating the data perfectly fine!"

Ma Lou from the lab scoffed, "I knew we left too much margin for spirit attraction, which would increase the pre-launch delay by a lot!"

"But it's safer to have more spare capacity! Our only safety device is the spirit-sealing talisman. What if it gets accidentally torn off during transport?"

"Then we can think of other ways to add more layers of protection. Sacrificing power for safety is unnecessary here!"

"There were no casualties, and it will definitely launch anyway, it's just that the launch time has changed from a fraction of a second to tens of seconds... that's all..."

"That's all!?"

Just as Ma Lou in the laboratory suddenly raised his voice, the Psionic Type 63 107mm Light Towed Rocket Launcher, like a beast awakening, shook its body and charged out—

(End of this chapter)