Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 13: Team assembles, four people run map

[Network Tip: Player [Nightingale] invites you to join the dungeon campaign [Abandoned Ancient Machinery Factory] (Purgatory Level)]

Lin Bo agreed to his teammates' invitation, and the copy invitation letter in his backpack was activated.

A deep purple vortex opened up in front of him.

The final preparation before departure was to check the mask's voice-changing function. Lin Bo donned the guard's left arm armor and stepped in, spear in hand.

As soon as he passed through the portal, Lin Bo heard a thunderous roar in his ears.

A melee-type mechanical guard was thrown over, like a white shadow, brushing past Lin Bo, and the turbulent airflow it brought up made his forehead tremble.

Following the source of the sound, Lin Bo spotted a short, muscular man with a bald head and a large beard. His eyes were wide open, as if he was about to eat a child. His bare chest was wrapped in a leather belt, four throwing axes were strapped to his chest, and a huge axe was slung across his back. His posture was fierce and ferocious, and he looked like a true barbarian.

Lin Bo was the second to arrive. His Barbarian teammates had already joined the battle a few seconds earlier than him.

In the four-player mechanical factory, the number of mechanical guards guarding the main gate is increased from three to six.

The barbarian was immediately surrounded and immediately grabbed a guard and threw it at the archer, interrupting its aim.

Seeing the masked wizard coming out of the portal, the barbarian took a break from his busy schedule to laugh and wave as a greeting.

Text popped up in the chat channel in the corner of Lin Bo's vision.

[Feitian Dacao]: You came pretty quickly. How about we compete to see who kills more?

We all come from different worlds, so it's normal that we don't speak the same language. Even when we meet face to face in the dungeon, we still communicate by typing in the chat channel.

As for whether there's a common language among online gaming players, there is. Veteran players, in particular, generally know it, but it's less prevalent among newer players.

Lin Bo did not answer, but just whispered his real name.

"(Word Spirit) Bronze Moon."

Without bending his knees to gather strength, he suddenly leaped straight into the air, bent in mid-air like an electric arrow, and pounced in front of a shooter guard who was holding a gun and aiming at his teammates. He raised his hand and slapped the muzzle of the gun, and the electromagnetically accelerated metal projectile deflected to the open ground.

Before the guard could straighten the gun barrel, the spear had pierced through the back of his neck and he fell to the ground.

The barbarian pulled out the giant axe from behind and chopped it down with one powerful blow, leaving a deep dent in the melee guard's breastplate. The huge impact force blew the heavy machine away like plastic garbage.

He seized the opportunity, quickly advancing, kicking the recumbent guard to his knees. He then struck him fiercely on the back of the head. Amidst the piercing shriek of metal, the barbarian's reckless attack ripped the iron head apart.

"Hehe, this is just one. Let's see how many we can kill before the remaining two arrive..." Feitian Dacao turned around and greeted the lighthouse operator with a smile, but the smile on his face suddenly froze.

Behind him, the masked wizard stepped on the back of the last guard and pulled out the spear.

The portal hummed.

A tall man in gray-blue light leather armor jumped out nimbly. He had an electromagnetic rifle with cartoon graffiti on it slung over his shoulder and two daggers in his hands. He crouched down as soon as he entered the dungeon, his posture revealing an inherent caution.

Finally, a white-haired girl like a little bean emerged from the vortex. She was wearing a clean white gauze dress. Behind her followed a translucent armored swordsman, with a light purple soul aura lingering on his body.

The four-member team is assembled.

[Nightingale]: You two big guys are so quick, didn’t you leave any for me?

The wanderer let down his guard, his expression was giggling and he was making faces.

[Starry Eyes]: Hello everyone, hello everyone, we finally meet each other
The soul-calling priestess lifted her skirt with both hands and performed a courtly aristocratic curtsy to the three people.

The barbarian had a strange expression on his face, and he just nodded absentmindedly when greeting the rest of his teammates.

The mage, unsure what to say, simply gave a thumbs-up. [Nightingale]: Let's divide the formation. I'll go ahead and scout. Witch, go in the middle; don't hesitate to cast spells when needed. Mage, you cover the rear. Barbarian, you have the most experience; just be flexible. How about that?
[Flying Grass]: The enemy positions on the first floor are random, so it's convenient for you to go in front and help us mark them. Before going to the second floor, I will take the lead. Mage, you and I will be in the front row together.
[Lighthouse Guest]: No problem
The little witch nodded repeatedly and obeyed her teammates' instructions.

The factory gate opened, and in the dim light, a wanderer in tight leather armor moved forward silently like a ghost, like coffee dripping into ink.

In the chat channel, [Nightingale] uploaded pictures of the scene, marking out the enemy locations he observed with his own eyes.

The number of guards on the first floor increased from seven to twelve, and the ambush positions remained insidious.

In addition, there are many more inconspicuous dangerous traps in the Purgatory difficulty venue, such as pressure pedals connected to hidden arrows, tripwires tied to explosive canisters, and monitors that emit shrill alarms. These have also been dismantled by the wanderers.

Lin Bo said he had learned something. What needs special attention is the monitor on the wall, which must be dealt with as soon as possible. Otherwise, once the alarm is triggered, the entire machinery factory will hear it, and the two elite enemies on the third floor will come down to the second floor to meet with the miscellaneous soldiers, making it more difficult to deal with.

After the Wanderer had thoroughly surveyed the entire first floor, he called out in the channel and then began to clear out the enemy soldiers, walking back from the end of the road, while his three teammates advanced forward from the entrance and moved closer to the Wanderer.

The barbarian took the lead and rushed in with a roar.

Lin Bo typed in the channel, asking the Soul-Calling Priestess to stay last.

[Starry Eyes] stood there obediently with her hands clasped in front of her chest. She heard a vague sound of wind and sand coming from under the mage's cold and hard mask.

Before I could ask what it meant, I saw this mysterious lighthouse keeper floating off the ground and drifting towards the battle scene where the barbarians were as gentle as a feather in the wind.

The teammate wielded a giant axe and fought against the three guards who surrounded him, fighting back and forth alone.

The mage rushed into the encirclement, twirling and weaving in the air, and attacked with the short spear in his hand, immediately knocking down two mechanical guards and rescuing his teammates.

The attack was so swift and agile, like frost biting dead leaves. In a flash, they passed over the barbarians and penetrated deep into the enemy's nest. Wherever they passed, they pounced on them immediately, and there was no enemy that could match them.

It was not until this moment that the witch realized what the man meant by "good at close combat" was.

She put her hands to her lips excitedly, and her eyes were full of stars.

[Feitian Dacao] fought hard to defeat the soldiers in front of him, and took big strides to catch up with the mage, hoping to pick up a few fish that had escaped the net, but all he saw along the way were mechanical wreckage, and the core components were pierced by high voltage electricity, making it impossible to get any more defeated.

He gritted his teeth and smacked his lips, his face flushed, perhaps because of the Barbarian Fury skill, and his bulging eyes stared at the quickly receding figure of his teammate in front of him.

Is this really a level 2 mage, not a level 2 swordmaster?
The Wanderer [Nightingale] tiptoed to the back of a mechanical guard, aimed at the gap between the cervical vertebrae, and stabbed it with his dagger.

"Got it!" He chuckled and gently put the paralyzed guard to the ground.

There were two guards standing side by side in front of him. The Wanderer took out his electromagnetic rifle and was about to lure one of them away when he suddenly saw a familiar black shadow rushing in from a distance. The two guards raised their long-handled swords and swung them like spinning tops towards the flying shadow.

[Nightingale] screamed out in surprise and reached the tip of her tongue, which she pinched off.

The two guards attacked fiercely, but were killed as soon as they met. A dark shadow floated over the wreckage and landed in front of the Wanderer. Its eyes shone through the glass eyeholes of the mechanical mask. There was no murderous aura as [Nightingale] had imagined, but just a quiet look, like a leisurely stroll in the garden.

[Lighthouse Visitor]: Have you solved all the problems above? We can go up to the second floor now.
[Nightingale]: Brother, I’ve never said anything harsh to you before, right?

The wizard looked puzzled: No, why are you asking this?

[Nightingale]: I just suddenly realized that my previous admiration for you was like a surging river, but it is actually not enough to express my gratitude...

[Starry Eyes]: Brother Mage, you are so awesome!

[Feitian Dacao]: Can’t you leave some for me? (Aggrieved) (Angry)

Lin Bo couldn't help laughing, and a hoarse and clear sound of wind was heard from under the mask.

The four of them chatted and laughed before reuniting.

The witch suddenly made a request: Leave the enemies on the second floor to me, and everyone can take a break.
The three teammates were curious, how could this weak-looking little kid be so confident?
(End of this chapter)