0691 Chapter Fourteen: The End of the Era (Section 20)
Scorpion is a young girl who is in her middle and middle age when she is most rebellious, longs for independence, pursues distinction, and longs for power.
Just two months ago, she was honored to become a "Superman".
Her luck has always been good, and this time is no exception. In the first game, she met a team composed entirely of women who took great care of newcomers.
After four games, she has been rapidly promoted to the mid-level [Kong Qiu]. Like a rising star, she is favored by many powerful people in the world who could only look up to her before.
When she felt the call of the game badge again, she was not as helpless as most candidates struggling to survive, but was looking forward to it.
What kind of wonderful world will it be this time?
However, this time she did not reach the expected safe zone, but started the game in free fall.
Luck no longer favors Scorpions.
No matter what kind of talent she has or how fast she improves, she still has no strength beyond that of a mortal.
Falling directly from a height of hundreds of meters, Scorpion was smashed into a puddle of flesh on the magic-reinforced city wall before he could figure out what was happening.
In a sense, she is still lucky.
Scorpion received the most magnificent funeral in the world, something that the big guys in this world could never imagine.
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Lao K comes from a world where technology is extremely advanced.
His world has reached the point of development and is about to undergo [reckoning], colliding with another world that has developed to the limit of civilization that the Supreme Holy Judiciary can tolerate.
After a brutal and exhausting battle, at the cost of all the world being wiped out from extraordinary beings to microorganisms, the two merged into one.
And if nothing else happens, it will return to a civilized state that is reasonable, easy to govern, and peaceful.
As the top powerhouse in that world, the high-level Lao K in [Initial Opening] is always frowning. He is burdened with too many responsibilities and obligations, which is a weight unimaginable for a world that has not experienced [Liquidation].
But now, he no longer has to worry about these problems.
Being caught off guard by the game system and teleported to a high altitude, Old K immediately deployed the anti-gravity stance he carried with him.
Then he saw something beyond his comprehension.
Countless strange attacks shone below. The fighting and pulling of arcane elements dyed the air with colorful and beautiful aurora-like halos; the huge battleship spit out nuclear bombs at the speed of machine gun fire, and then was compressed into a strange and inexplicable distortion.
a singularity;
The rotten undead swarmed out of the void like ants that had stabbed their nests, and then were smashed piece by piece like wheat; the gods covered in holy light wielded the weapons sung in the epic and charged, but as soon as they started, they were killed.
Collisions in higher dimensions grind them into powder.
With just one glance, this old K, who stood at the top of his world, was so horrified that his liver and gallbladder burst.
The instinct to survive in Lamarck games for many years made him stay away from the battlefield and fly towards the bottom of the giant castle floating in the void, far away from the battlefield.
Only then did he have time to check his game rules prompts.
As a result, Lao K froze on the spot with a confused look on his face. He forgot to dodge and was pierced by a scattered ice spike in his calf.
Are you kidding?!
Kill the God? The final mission for all players?
Old K, who had never even heard of the Nine Supreme Seats, cursed the damn game system in his heart.
What kind of trickster sage, what kind of chaos girl, what kind of sole master... can this thing be killed by the crowd tactics?
Lao K doesn't know the answer, but with many years of experience in traveling through the heavens, he knows the current situation very well——
Whoever goes up will die.
So Old K made the smartest choice. He unfolded the dimensional camouflage, completely hiding his body in the void.
Then, at the speed of a household cleaning robot five centuries ago, it began to move toward the edge of the universe far away from the battlefield.
Execution punishment? Don't be kidding. I know that my own strength has basically no effect on the battle at hand.
The only real way for him to survive is to wait for other players to bravely fight to the death and finally complete the killing mission.
In such a situation, the ones who survive to the end will definitely not be the strongest players, let alone the players who contributed the most, but only the smart people who survive until the end.
Or be more optimistic and wait until the game system collapses due to defeat?
Anyway, since the goddess Laoshizi [Poet Killer] can be judged by the Lamarck game system as the final boss that requires all players to participate in the attack and kill, she should have the strength to threaten the game system, right?
In the final analysis, this is different from the "liquidation" of fighting for his homeland. He has no enmity with that damn goddess, and he has never even heard of her name.
Why should he fight to the death for the game system?
Similar scenes occur everywhere in the Blood Candle Keep universe.
Although a very small number of war mad, "masters" who are confident in their own strength, or players who are frightened by the punishment rules launch the strongest attack regardless of the cost, making the entire small world look as if it has been dyed brilliantly by the flames of war.
color;
But in fact, more than 90% of the candidates all died on the walls of Blood Candle Castle, the only city in this small world that was blessed with gravity magic.
They were attracted by gravity from all directions, and then swatted to death on the castle's reinforcement magic like crows with their feathers clipped.
The walls of Blood Candle Castle were built by Matar, the son of the Third Epoch, the third director of the C-Entropy Integrated Administration. He was a senior who was on par with Lamarck himself, and whose power even surpassed that of today's Qu Yun.
And this castle that connects the heavens has gathered most of the efforts of the ancient god. It is equivalent to invincible and indestructible under [Destiny].
The remaining candidates were either lucky enough to be teleported to the surface or inside the Blood Candle Keep, or they were people with special abilities or masters who could fly freely in the void.
And among this less than ten percent viable force, the vast majority of players with clear minds chose to avoid the battle.
As a result, on the seemingly gaudy battlefield, Zhen Cheng and the others unexpectedly felt that the pressure they were under was not that great.
Next to a few people, Lamarck, who occupied the body of the short-haired woman, naturally noticed this. She narrowed her eyes in slight confusion and muttered to herself:
"What a waste... Is it that you specially bestowed godhood, but you can't even prepare the candidates for battle in advance? Why on earth would I waste my divine power on you?"
"Of course...in order to make all your tricks fail!"
Suddenly, an emotional shout came from above the short-haired woman. Lamarck looked up and saw Huang Mao and Glasses from his puppet team falling from the sky on two Frisbees:
"You thought you were strategizing and tampering with our captain under the eyes of others, but you didn't expect that your purpose and position had already been seen through by others. All you did was help others realize their plans."
"Qu Yun..." The short-haired woman clenched her teeth, finally unable to hold back her compassionate expression.