Chapter 252: Partypoopers Who Are All Math Experts

After the Earth civilization team joined the Pleasure War, the situation of the war did not immediately undergo any major changes. After all, the number of people in the exploration team was really small.

However, in terms of war potential, with the addition of Earth civilization, Partypoopers and the Wanderer Destiny Community had a not-small improvement in war potential.

The portal constructed by the Masters of the Mystic Arts constantly swallowed and spat out supplies to this side, allowing the supplies consumed in the war to be replenished, and also alleviating the shortage of supplies caused by frequent small-scale battles.

Now, wanderers with sufficient reinforcements began to play with firepower suppression. As long as they encountered Partygoers, they would first wash the ground with a round of firepower without saying a word before chatting about other things.

Whether it was rockets or grenades, Earth civilization was not short of these weapons that could only play a role in planetary wars. The quantity consumed here was not as good as the supplies accumulated by several factories working at full capacity for a few days.

"Watch out for grenades!"

After a wanderer shouted loudly, he threw the grenades in his hand continuously.

The black explosives the size of fists drew an arc in the sky, fell to the ground, and exploded a circle of dust, making several smiling balloons floating in the air sway left and right.

"Fire! Fire!"

After a wave of grenades washed the ground, the firearms in the wanderers' hands roared, and bullets hit like water, covering the entire area around the smiling balloons.

The flying bullets splashed ripples in the air. Under the full firepower, those fragile-looking balloons maintained their structure, just retreating a distance toward the back.

"These Partygoers... are more difficult to deal with than imagined, don't you think?" Frank stood near the observation port, looking at the movement in front of the sentry post, and said to Zishu beside him.

Zishu nodded, writing down everything he saw in his hand, writing an analysis report, "Judging from the current visual effect, the damage caused by shock waves and explosions is reduced by one-third compared to the data reported by wanderers last time. However, the damage of pure bullets has not decreased much. Partygoers' adaptability is terrible, but this ability does not have a strong destructive effect on the damage caused by physical impact like bullets."

"Perhaps what we need is not more terrifying explosives, but larger-caliber bullets and faster muzzle velocity. I don't know if the effect of sniper rifles will be better than ordinary rifles."

Zishu gave his opinions continuously. He was a professional in this regard. The types of aid weapons had been changing according to his observations.

Frank should have had his own insights on this kind of thing, but now Frank was used to the effects brought by "superpowers." When facing difficult enemies, Frank's first reaction was to use some magic from the Masters of the Mystic Arts.

Currently, the Mage Tower had collected more than 30,000 war-use magics with different systems and requirements. If all of them could be used on Partygoers once, it was estimated that Partygoers would be finished.

"Use flamethrowers!"

After the commander of the wanderers in the sentry post saw the smiling balloons disperse their positions and surround them, he commanded loudly.

Several sturdy wanderers carried flamethrowers full of solidified gasoline and entered the shooting position.

The moment the trigger was pressed, the huge recoil made these few state bodies top the bayonet at the shooting position, and several dozen-meter-long fire dragons sprayed from their muzzles. As several fire dragons entangled, the area in front of them turned directly into a sea of fire.

In this sea of fire, the smiling balloons still existed steadily. After the flames approached the smiling balloons, they were immediately assimilated into another kind of energy. From the appearance, it was that Partygoers pushed out "fireproof covers" one by one to continue moving forward.

*Boom! *

Suddenly, urgent explosions sounded on the battlefield. The sentry post's command personnel activated the mines placed in advance. These mines were mainly produced with the goal of killing infantry units.

When activated or triggered, under the activation of the internal explosive filler, thousands of steel balls with amazing power could be ejected toward the front in an instant. Because there were words like "this side toward the enemy" on the mines for easy installation, they were also called one-way traffic mines by wanderers. With them, the position only allowed one-way traffic.

The steel balls hidden in the flames played a not-small effect. *Pa*, a "fireproof cover" was pierced by steel balls, and the Partygoers represented by the smiling balloons were shattered into pieces before they could react, together with the balloons, *hua-la* shattered all over the ground.

When the sentry post commander saw that the attack had finally been effective after so long, there was not much joy on his face, but instead, he became nervous. "Everyone pay attention, change shooting points in time!"

Frank suddenly looked up at this time. He felt some strange fluctuations hitting from the Partygoers' side.

【Hot Sincere Bullet】

Frank fired a shot, and the condensed Holy Light bullet was excited, colliding with the silent fluctuation in the air.

When the 【Hot Sincere Bullet】 exploded, a large piece of Holy Light erupted toward the Partygoers' direction was missing, as if a formless force had turned into a big mouth and eaten a part of Frank's attack.

"Is this Partygoers' attack method?" Frank's face sank. This was just the attack of one Partygoer, and it had such an effect. If the number of Partygoers increased, Frank could not confront them head-on and must carry out detour strikes.

"That's right, an extremely ghostly, silent attack. Many soldiers who sacrificed didn't even know when the attack arrived until they died." Zishu introduced simply, "Judging from the information collected so far, this kind of attack requires at least a level 6 perception ability to be captured. This is a perception ability that only extremely elite veterans can have, and even if it is perceived, it requires very strong neural reflex ability and athletic ability to avoid."

"According to the conclusion given by the rear civilization headquarters, if Partygoers appear on Earth in large numbers, all armies will not be their opponents. Only by using Earth's super-large-scale destructive weapons can victory be achieved. Of course, organizing super-heroes of the same level as the sir to carry out assaults is also a way."

Frank knew that the conclusion of the rear was not exaggerated. In the time Zishu just spoke, he intercepted more than a dozen fluctuations. The effect of a single Holy Light bullet one-on-one was very poor. There must be a double suppression of sufficient energy quality and quantity to intercept that kind of assimilation fluctuation in mid-air.

"They are going to retreat." The wanderer commander suddenly said.

Immediately after, Frank saw all those smiling balloons start to move backward. A formless fluctuation was connected between each of their individuals. After the distance was pulled far enough, *swish*, all the smiling balloons disappeared.

"How did you judge that they were going to retreat?" Frank turned to look at the commander.

"Through the overall trend of the smiling balloons and the change in the direction of the smiling face pattern on the front of the balloons." The commander explained, "More importantly, they are not entities that will rush to the top. When the war situation is unfavorable, giving up the attack and retreating temporarily is something they often do."

Frank nodded, and at the same time, he estimated the amount of resources consumed in the exchange of fire during this time. "Can your current supply reserves keep up?"

The commander smiled bitterly, "This is the biggest problem. This time you are here, so their results are very poor, and the retreat is very early. According to the experience of usual times, they will generally try to advance to ten meters from the sentry post before gradually leaving."

"With the decreasing effect of various weapons, the replenishment speed of personnel and supplies in the rear has gradually been unable to keep up with our consumption. According to the estimation of existing reserves and war consumption, in ten more battles, we will have to pick up baseball bats and charge."

Frank listened to the commander's meaning of asking for help, neither answering nor easy to answer.

Transportation is also a big problem in the Backrooms. The portal can only send supplies to Level 1. Wanting to transfer supplies to the sentry posts where battles are fought at various levels requires huge manpower. After all, compared to wanderers, those Partygoers can move between levels more easily and attack transport lines.

"What is the situation on Partypoopers' side usually?" Frank looked in another direction while speaking. The war there had not ended yet. That was the main battlefield of this level, the first defense line built by Partypoopers.

"They have a lot of experience in dealing with Partygoers. The types of weapons have a scientific and systematic rotation system, and the effect of each one is quite good. However, we can't use their weapons." The commander sighed.

"Why can't you use them? Because the race is different? Or what is the reason?" Frank continued to ask.

The commander beckoned to the members in the team. After a while, a soldier ran over with a strange iron box the size of a palm.

"Because we are too stupid." The commander put the iron box in front of Frank and said.

"Too stupid?" Frank was stunned.

The commander nodded. His right hand rubbed over the iron box. In just a few seconds, the iron box unfolded and became something a bit like a podium. How to say it? It was completely unlike the appearance that weapons should have in Frank's impression.

"This is one of the conventional weapons provided by Partypoopers to us, a force field collapse generator." The commander pointed to various buttons and various formulas carved on the podium, "Just a little calculation, you can trigger a tiny but effective force field collapse in the area pointed to by the weapon, causing a lot of damage to Partygoers."

"A little calculation? To what extent?" Frank asked.

"According to the rear scientific research personnel, you only need to solve more than 50 equations in less than a second, and output the same specification of spiritual power according to the answer." The commander spread his hands, very helpless, "To be honest, I still don't know how to set those formulas and equations, how to solve them, let alone in wartime, even if I do it in peacetime, it's embarrassing me."

"Can't artificial intelligence replace it? This kind of calculation with modules, artificial intelligence should be able to play a role." Frank looked at those dazzling formulas and turned to ask. Anyway, he didn't understand.

"It has already been used. If it hadn't been used, I wouldn't even be able to unfold it." The commander looked helpless.

Anyway, the current calculation center composed of the Earth exploration team and the Wanderer Destiny Community can only do this much.

Zishu touched Frank and handed over a list, which was the test result of transmitting this kind of weapon to the rear.

Even with Jarvis's assistance, wanting to use this kind of weapon flexibly requires extremely strong mathematical ability. This kind of person does not exist in the current active ordinary soldiers at all. If there is such ability, even if they join the army, they will not be cannon fodder.

If the auxiliary artificial intelligence is changed from Jarvis to the Mage Tower's spirit, the threshold for using this kind of weapon can probably be lowered to the level of excellent graduates of the School of Mathematics and Science of a regular university. It can't be lower. Wanting to use it is the most basic threshold.

"Really..." Frank couldn't believe it, "Doesn't that mean Partypoopers are all math experts?"

Zishu nodded. He also tried it. Anyway, he couldn't use it. If there was no interference, he could try it, but in fierce war, how could there be no interference, and with the rise of war intensity, the difficulty of using this kind of weapon would also increase.

"Rear research experts believe that Partypoopers' national education level is ridiculously high, completely crushing the current Earth civilization." Zishu continued, "And they have their own mathematical concepts and mathematical conclusions. Compared to us, they are more like a civilization that has truly entered the stars."

Frank was speechless for a while. In novels, there is always a plot where the protagonist relies on the current scientific level to improve and invent new technologies, allowing the encountered indigenous civilization to get a leap-forward development.

But the reality is that this plot is completely reversed. Randomly choosing a person on Earth, let alone improving or inventing, even looking at it, they don't understand it.

When magic or technology develops to a certain level, their threshold for use has been raised to a level that ordinary people can't imagine.

Placed in the development process of Earth civilization, this situation is also normal. The average cultural quality of modern people is also crushing the average level of ancient people. Many modern weapons, even if the manual is placed in front of ancient people, they won't use them.

When Frank was shocked, the sound of the front battlefield gradually calmed down.

After returning the test sheet in his hand to Zishu, Frank waved his hand, "Let's go, go see our allies. I am very curious about them now. Developing to this point in terms of weapons, then other aspects should not be bad either. Maybe they also have extremely deep foundations in finding people and searching and rescue." ===== CHAPTER 253 =====