Violators of the Doomsday Game.

Chapter 206 Heroes save mutants!
"Our whereabouts have been leaked. It seems we are not careful enough." The mutant Cummings sat on the ground, gnawing on a large piece of thigh meat from a radioactive creature.

Mutants do have powerful regenerative and self-healing abilities, but they also consume their own nutrients in the process.

If the nutrition is insufficient, not only will the effect be greatly reduced, it may even become ineffective.

Because of this encirclement and suppression, they did escape successfully, but they also lost some personnel.

As for the traitor? This is unrealistic, because they have never contacted the Brotherhood of Steel since they left, so their whereabouts cannot be transmitted at all.

Did the mutants who came out with them pass it on? That was even more impossible. Everyone had only one set of clothes on, so how could they pass it on, especially in the north where they were unfamiliar with the place.

All the mutants who came with Cummings were native to the South.

Therefore, the biggest possibility is that their whereabouts were leaked and noticed by the pure-blood people in the northern shelter.

For example, after they killed the group of pure-blooded warriors they met before, there must have been a follow-up, and it was impossible for it to just end like that.

"Boss, the pure-blood shelter in the north seems to be a little weak." The mutant Rean said this after swallowing a large piece of bone-in meat.

If they had been in the south before, they would have had no chance of escaping.

"It's just that the pure-blood shelters in the north don't take us seriously. Otherwise, how could there be a group of people from level three shelters, and the rest are all level four and five garbage?"

"In the south, the ones fighting us were purebloods from the first-level shelters. They were much stronger."

"The combat armor is an imitation of the first-level spark armor. They have to face the more powerful bionic armor. Do you think these third-level shelters can produce it?"

"The North does have a Level 1 shelter, but they have never experienced a real war, so they don't know how powerful we are."

"Otherwise it wouldn't be so easy to end." Cummings said calmly.

The North had never encountered such a large-scale declaration of war by mutants, so naturally it could not consider it a big threat.

When the Brotherhood of Steel first rose up in the South, the Pureblood Shelter in the South had the same attitude. It was only after they were hurt by them that they began to take it seriously.

However, by the time they paid attention, it was already too late. The Brotherhood of Steel had already firmly established its foothold. Under the leadership of their leader, even if they were at a disadvantage, they were able to withstand the siege of all the pure-blood shelters.

Until now, a large number of mutants have united and begun to reach out to the north.

The Brotherhood of Steel in the south is already a powerful force equivalent to a first-level shelter.

However, in the north, the lack is not just a little bit, but there is no influence at all.

"But they also saw the situation in the south. Why didn't they take it seriously?" Li En asked after hesitating for a long time.

"Do you know the Wasteland King?" Cummings asked.

"Of course I know, it's very strong." Rean replied.

"Yes, but neither you nor I have ever seen how powerful it is, so we cannot clearly recognize how powerful the Wasteland King is." Cummings gave an example: "So the Pureblood Shelter in the North has no way of recognizing the true power of our mutants!"

"So that's it." Li En nodded as if he understood, but before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a voice.

"You are also unable to comprehend the power of Fire, you dirty mutants." A cold voice emerged.

In an instant, everyone stood up vigilantly.

Not far away, a black knight riding a crystal black horse, dragging a huge scythe, was looking down at them from a condescending perspective.

"Level 3 Spark Armor!" Cummings' heart sank. He didn't know the other party, but he had fought against Level 3 Spark Armor when he was on the southern battlefield.

At that time, the opponent was already in the third stage of awakening, and simultaneously unleashed three stages of awakening skills.

He survived in an extremely difficult way.

Yes, not to win, but to survive.

Of course, due to the limitations of the Spark Armor, leaving the shelter too far will cause the strength to weaken.

The reason they met at that time was because their Brotherhood of Steel had attacked this level 3 shelter, so the other party was able to use their full strength.

If he encountered it in the wild, he wouldn't be afraid.

However, the third-level fire armor he encountered now could not exert its full strength without the shelter. In his opinion, it could only exert the second-stage awakening state at most.

It may be even lower, so there is some risk.

"It seems you have seen a lot in the South."

"I'm very lucky to be able to survive."

"It's a pity that you shouldn't have come to the North."

"Remember, the one who killed you is a noble!"

The one who came was Sloan, the great elder of the Frost Noble Shelter. Through a series of planning and coercion, he allowed Cummings and his group of mutants to come to the vicinity of the Frost Noble Shelter.

Just as Cummings thought, because they left the shelter, the third-level fire armor of the Fierce Noble could only exert the power of the first stage of awakening.

But it is enough to kill them, after all, they are level three.

The crystal warhorse arrived in an instant, waving the giant scythe in its hand.

"Awakening Skill: Winter Lotus!"

The giant sickle was flying, and a huge cold lotus emerged.

His awakening skill was an offensive one, with extremely powerful area damage. The cold lotus exploded in an instant.

Cummings stood at the front and blocked all attacks with his huge body.

One of his heads was broken because of this, but fortunately he had two heads.

"Hold on, stop, come on!!!" Cummings held down the scythe with one hand, and with the other hand he held back the opponent's charging steps.

The good news is that there is a chance to win, the bad news is that the winning rate is not high.

The fierce nobles who were far away from the shelter were indeed unable to exert their full strength, but Cummings and his fellow mutants had not recovered from their injuries and were also very exhausted.

"Puff" Cummings spat out a mouthful of blood because his internal organs were injured when he blocked the charge just now.

"Oh, just a barbarian with only strength." Sloan's disdainful voice came from the fire armor of the cold noble.

He then drew back the scythe, intending to deal a fatal blow to Cummings.

However, there was not only Cummings, a mutant from the Brotherhood of Steel, present;

Seeing this scene, they naturally rushed forward.

Cummings also endured the severe pain and launched another attack.

However, both the Lenglie nobles and Sloan himself were experienced men, and their reactions were very quick.

He easily defused the attack and killed a mutant.

"Stop fighting, run away, and scatter!" Cummings understood that since he and his men were injured and exhausted, they were no match at all.

After hearing what Cummings said, Sloan laughed: "Do you think I'm not prepared at all?"

At this moment, Cummings suddenly felt uneasy.

Before he could guess what the preparation was, Sloan showed it to him.

I saw a large number of pure-blooded warriors appearing around me at some point in time.

These pure-blooded warriors, wearing combat armor and holding energy weapons, completely surrounded them.

For a moment, despair emerged in the heart of Cummings, a mutant who had fought with pure-bloods for several years.

From the very beginning, they did not escape smoothly, but were surrounded by the pure-bloods, but they did not realize this problem.

"For the sake of you being mutants from the Brotherhood of Steel, if you surrender, you can die more easily." Sloan said with a sneer.

His goal is to kill these mutants. If they don't resist, they will die. Naturally, he won't do anything too much to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Cummings smiled sarcastically: "You purebloods have always been so high and mighty. You even acted like this when you wanted to kill us."

"You think we will surrender?"

"No, we will resist!"

After saying that, Cummings rushed towards Sloan again. Even though he knew he was no match for Sloan, he was unwilling to surrender.

Not only him, but the rest of the mutants were the same. When they joined the Brotherhood of Steel, they knew that even if they were surrounded one day, surrender would not be an option.

It's not because they are so strong-willed, but because they know that if they surrender they will die, and will suffer even more painful torture before death.

It’s better to keep fighting, then dying will be easier.

"You actually dared to charge at me. You are a despicable person. You should die in pain." Sloan's face darkened. A mere dirty mutant made him lose face.

With a thought, the crystal warhorse under his crotch launched a charge, and the giant sickle in his hand turned into a death-like lotus, ready to reap these ungrateful mutants.

But the next moment, a black shadow fell from the sky and hit him directly.

In an instant, severe pain broke out and he fell directly off the crystal warhorse, and the scythe slipped out of his hand.

"Wild level 3 fire armor, and it's not in the shelter yet."

"Plus a bunch of good fuel, just lay it out like this."

"Thank you for the gift from nature." A joking voice came.

Cummings and other mutants froze in their tracks. Sloan quickly got up, picked up the scythe and got on his horse.

In such a short period of time, they only saw a black shadow quickly eliminate the pure-blood warrior who was about to launch an attack.

They didn't even get a clear look at the person who did it.

Faintly, one could only see some strange coiling that resembled a long snake.

Sloan's pupils shrank, and without hesitation he pulled the reins of the crystal warhorse and turned around to flee.

If he was in the Noble Shelter of the Fierce, he would not be afraid of the other party, but now he could not exert the full power of the Fire Armor.

He knew that he was no match for the attacker, and if he didn't leave in time, there was a high chance that he would die here.

Now Sloan only wants to escape and doesn't care who the other person is.

(End of this chapter)