"Tinder City, survive the attack of alien players for 1 hour!"

"All players in Fire City will be rewarded with 10 Fire Points."

"Tinder City, survive the attack of alien players for 6 hours!"

"All players in Tinder City will be rewarded with a one-star item."

"Tinder City, survive the attack of alien players for 12 hours!"

"All players in Tinder City will be rewarded with a chance to heal all their wounds instantly!"

"Tinder City, survive the attack of alien players for 24 hours!"

"Tinder City will receive additional building rewards. All human players in Fire City will receive additional rewards. In Fire City, the player with the highest Fire Points will receive additional rewards."

This panel shows how long Pyro City persists and the rewards it will receive.

It can be regarded as a kind of compensation for the human race's Fire City.

After all, in this event, the human race was clearly at a disadvantage.

...

At this time, inside the city.

Many human players were holding the handle of the machine gun with sweaty palms due to heavy breathing, staring at the light door. Half an hour passed, but no one let go of their guard.

On the contrary, the high pressure in my heart keeps rising.

It's like being beheaded. The machete has been raised above his neck for half an hour and has not been brought down. At this time, the person who was beheaded will never feel relaxed. On the contrary, the string in his heart is tightened.

Tighter.

There were people constantly walking back and forth on the city wall, easing the nervousness of these human players.

"call."

One of the men, who was lying on the wall with a rough face, glanced furtively at the people supervising the battle behind him and then quickly took out a cigarette from his arms, lit it and took a puff, looking at it with a satisfied expression.

He said to a man next to him: "Laoba, take a bite too."

"You are crazy. The supervisor said you are not allowed to smoke to avoid exposure."

"The supervisor has a bad mind, why don't you learn from him?"

"The tactics from Blue Star were brought here. What position was exposed and to whom?"

"A city as big as ours is stuck here, and a large area of ​​the city is squatting on the city wall. After that, our detailed coordinates are still posted on the global bulletin. Who will expose our position in this situation?"

"As long as they are alive, they know where we are. Is there any point in being exposed or not?"

"Listen to me, take a sip quickly, don't wait until you die." He tremblingly took out a cigarette from his arms, intending to take a sip before he died, but he found that the cigarette was wet with blood and could not be lit for a long time.

"

"Let me tell you, I used to watch TV dramas, and there were often scenes like this. I couldn't even take the last puff of a cigarette before I died. At that time, I told myself that if I encountered that kind of scene in the future, I would definitely smoke before I died.

One stick, don’t do that nest of things.”

"...Then, want a bite?"

"Nonsense, you're so scared."

...

Fragmented conversations echoed on the city walls.

Many people talk to each other to relieve their inner anxieties.

The human players who were close to Chen Jiang and his party just looked at the huge caliber fort with curious eyes.

They naturally knew who the man standing on the wall with a cane was, the human player Chen Jiang.

It is precisely because Chen Jiang is standing here.

The uneasiness in their hearts was reduced a little bit. After all, everyone knew that Chen Jiang was a ruthless person who could kill hundreds of thousands of aliens in a day. With such a person standing there, just looking at him made people feel at ease.

only...

Many people looked at the fort.

Is it because of this fort that Chen Jiang was able to kill hundreds of thousands of aliens in one day?

Is this fort so powerful?

Those on the city wall armed with heavy firepower weapons are only the first line of defense. Behind the city gate, there are nearly a thousand human players standing against the city gate.

This group of human players have something similar in common.

That is...almost all of them are attack-oriented talents.

...

"How's it going, Hawkeye?"

One of the men, who was naked from the waist up and holding a big knife wrapped in white cloth, leaned against the city wall and said impatiently: "Aren't those alien players here yet?"

"Um."

A woman standing nearby looked at the city gate with distracted eyes, as if she could directly see the light gate not far away through the city gate.

"So far, there is not a single foreign player."

"There's no movement at all."

"You won't be scared anymore."

The man carrying the big knife sneered: "If those alien players don't come in, I can no longer control myself and want to kill them out."

At this time.

A young man in sportswear walked over with his hands in his pockets. When he walked in front of everyone, he slowly turned around, touched the square glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said softly.

"Remind me again."

"You are all from the Human Guardian Association, one of the few human players with super single combat power."

"Your talents...are amazing."

"But because of this, you must not die at the hands of foreigners."

"Otherwise, your talent will be owned by aliens, and this talent will be used to kill humans."

"Lord Guardian, I have only one request for you."

"When the battle begins, move freely, and don't die."

"If you can't avoid it, then please end it on your own. This will prevent your talents from being deprived of your talents by foreigners."

"If this is not done, and the talent is deprived of it by a foreign race."

"Then others must keep an eye on the alien who took away the talent and don't let him leave here."

"OK OK."

The man carrying the sword said impatiently: "Political Commissar, why do you talk so much? You should think more about yourself. Your talent is the most powerful. You are going to die."

"Tsk, that's a big threat to the human race."

"No."

This young man, who looked elegant in sportswear, touched the frame of the mirror again, looked up, as if he could directly see Chen Jiang standing on the city wall, paused, and said softly.

"The most talented person in this city is probably Chen Jiang."

"In case...Chen Jiang dies in the hands of a foreign race."

"That's a devastating blow to the human race."

Mention the name Chen Jiang.

The people standing at the gate of the city suddenly fell silent with complicated expressions. After a long time, the man carrying the knife said, "Did Chen Jiang really kill hundreds of thousands of aliens in one day?"

"Can this be false?"

"How did he do that?"

"Good question, I don't know either."

"Then what is Chen Jiang's talent?"

"I have no idea."

"Didn't Lord Guardian tell you?"

"No, or...even the Guardian doesn't know."

The young man paused and continued: "After all, Chen Jiang and Lord Guardian are not a pure superior-subordinate relationship like us."

And just when the young man was about to say something.

The woman standing aside suddenly exclaimed: "Coming, coming, those alien players are coming."

"Ready to fight!"

The young man shut up instantly, put his hands on his back, and slowly pulled his spine out of his body, holding it in his hand like a sword.

Just like what the guardian said.

The random personal talents of the human race are completely random, and there are often some messy and outrageous talents.

...

"It's finally here."
To be continued...