Tanka's words left many players, especially the re-registers, confused.
Who enters the competition with the intention of being eliminated? Don’t we all want to win? Isn’t this so-called advice nonsense?
But some people who already know something about the Supernova Competition have begun to think about it.
Now that the competition is about to start, these judges, especially the organizer's Shen judges, must already know the complete rules.
Of course, the altar must have restrictions that prevent them from saying it, but the fact that they can hint like this definitely shows that if they are eliminated in the seemingly benign first stage of the mission, something terrible will happen to them!
There was no time for the players to continue their analysis. As Tanka finished his speech, the rules of the sky turned into a huge countdown. The reincarnators immediately began to pack their equipment and make final preparations!
As the countdown reached zero, everyone on the scene lit up flames and disappeared from the field a moment later.
After the contestants left, the fifteen judges also started to burn, and soon the huge altar dimmed.
"Here is..." When the surrounding scenery stabilized, Zhang Lang was already in a bustling city.
There are towering buildings all over here. There are bridges connecting different buildings. They are stacked up and down, forming a three-dimensional transportation system. Huge holographic three-dimensional images, various shops, and theaters can be seen everywhere in the city.
, public facilities are built on top of buildings, making the whole city look full of post-modern magical texture.
This completely three-dimensional city made Zhang Lang feel a little familiar... He himself was standing on an aerial highway connecting buildings. He walked to the side of the road, looked down through the huge transparent guardrail, and found hundreds of people below.
meters, the area near the bottom of the building is completely shrouded in thick fog...
"Sure enough!" Zhang Lang remembered a mission he had experienced before entering the altar, which was also in such a three-dimensional city. The city is populated from top to bottom according to class.
The rich at the top enjoy sunshine and fresh air, with spacious residences and luxurious facilities.
The middle class lives in a relatively narrow room, and their weekly salary can barely cover their expenses. If they are not careful, they will go bankrupt, lose their citizenship, and fall into the lower class.
As for the lower level, it was completely shrouded in the poisonous mist of pollution. The residents on the upper level had a certain component mixed into the polluted exhaust gas, which greatly increased the specific gravity of the exhaust gas and sank all the way down to the lower level. The residents on the lower level were in a toxic environment.
They struggled to survive, relying on the garbage thrown from the upper levels to survive, and became a living air purifier, producing a large number of lesions and deformities...
The city where that mission was located was called the City of Dreams, and this time, the mission description mentioned that it was the City of Creation... Are they different cities in the same world?
It is easy to verify. Zhang Lang remembered that people in this world will have brain chips to assist their thinking. People like him who cannot be implanted can also wear external brain chips...
Zhang Lang remembered that the last time he entered this world, a chip was forcibly inserted into his brain, but it was expelled by the self-healing ability. He was also discovered by the police and was taken directly to the hospital... This time, it seems that there is no such thing.
Was the session canceled? Or was it blocked by his return to nature?
But with his current strength, he doesn't need so-called chips to collect intelligence.
Zhang Lang looked at the pedestrians passing by and activated his electric eyes like a torch.
This trick can not only enhance vision, but also provide a certain degree of perspective. In his current field of vision, every pedestrian has turned into a walking skeleton. But when he looked carefully at his brain, he did not see the chip in his brain.
shadow.
Did I guess wrong? This is not that world?
Indeed, not only the chip, but also the people in this world have not seen any signs of other prosthetic modifications. It seems to be really different...
While Zhang Lang was thinking, suddenly a monster with a height of more than three meters and a bone structure that was obviously different from ordinary people passed by!
"Alien?" Zhang Lang's first reaction was that this was a reincarnation of an alien race. However, upon closer inspection, the bone structure was incompatible with any of the twelve major races... It was simply a monster he had never seen before!
How is this going?
Zhang Lang turned his head and looked in other directions, and found that everywhere on the street, he could see weird people with structures that were very different from ordinary people. Some were tall, some were thin, some had tails, some had four arms, and some had multiple bodies in their bodies.
Heart, and some even have crocodile-like intradermal bone formation...
Normal pedestrians on the street seem to be used to these monsters.
So that’s it, is it biochemical modification?
It seems that people in this world have not been transformed by mechanical prosthetics, but have been biochemically transformed, changed their body structure, and even implanted many animal-like organs.
After thinking for a while, Zhang Lang figured out the key points.
Because there are all kinds of weird transformations here, the reincarnations of the twelve races will not look out of place here. This is simply the most perfect venue.
Sighing at the ingenious arrangement of the altar, Zhang Lang raised his hand nonchalantly and scratched the air in front of his chest. Suddenly, with the disturbance of the air, a You clan man covered with feathers appeared, with one wing already grasped.
Under Zhang Lang's tiger's mouth.
"Not bad stealth ability, but unfortunately, you have found the wrong opponent." Zhang Lang looked at the You clan in front of him and smiled slightly: "I remember, you are a Samsung, please give me the brand and I will spare you!"
The You clan opened its pointed horny mouth and sneered and taunted: "Don't scare me... The rules do not allow killing between players. If you dare to touch a feather of mine, I will... oh oh oh!"
Before the You tribe finished speaking, Zhang Lang reached out and pulled off a large handful of feathers from his body, revealing the chicken skin underneath, with blood still oozing from the roots of the hairs...
"It is true that I will not kill you..." Zhang Lang sneered: "But as long as I don't kill you, whatever I do to you will not be considered a violation!"
The injured You clan trembled all over, suddenly jumped up, stretched out his legs and kicked Zhang Lang!
The You people do not wear shoes on their feet. Their feet have sharp claws and sharp spurs on the sides, which are commonly known as chicken stirrups. This is the main weapon for cockfighting. Even if it evolves into an intelligent creature,
There is no degradation, it is the natural killing move of the You clan!
However, this kind of attack was not enough in Zhang Lang's eyes. He didn't even bother to move. A slight movement of his left hand holding the chicken wings caused the You tribe to lose their balance and fall to the ground with a plop.
Immediately afterwards, Zhang Lang stepped on the You clan's back: "If you don't hand it over, I can still find it!"
But before Zhang Lang could take action, the You clan suddenly opened his mouth and cried: