A small island, the edge of the beach is crowded with players waiting to set off.
The island is red, and a faint sulfur gas seeps out from the ground, making it very hot. The sky is also dark red, and it is also dark red.
Compared to the hell city, this place seems to be more consistent with the image of hell.
Following the referee's order, a thousand players entered the sea and walked along the drawn track.
"Players need to swim from Iwo Jima to the edge of the Bread Kingdom, then change bicycles and ride a deserted road, and the last long run, with the key line in front of the Kingdom Castle."
During the commentary, the waves were billowing on the screen, and thousands of contestants were showing off their magic skills. The poorer ones took out their flippers and rowed on rafts and boats, while the richer ones took out yachts and submarines. The self-destructive grenades were thrown into disarray, and the unlucky ones were blown up.
There was a commotion. Some strange people were using hand-held walkie-talkies to locate the coordinates, or were using hand-held propellers to move forward slowly, or were constantly pouring powder around.
Any player occupying the first position will be bombarded mercilessly.
It's probably like a car race. Each of the seven opponents behind you has a flying saucer, banana, rocket, turtle shell.
If we expand the scale ten times, it will be almost the same as now.
The number of survivors is displayed in the upper right corner of the live broadcast screen. It drops rapidly from the initial 1,000.
Mu Su mingled among them and tried his best to avoid being involved in the fighting group.
After all, he has nothing.
There are still many enemies.
The shop he queued up to visit specialized in selling a one-time teleporter that could teleport the holder to a predetermined location. It was a must-have for home travel and escape.
boom!
The sea water rose into the sky a few meters away from him. Mu Su was trembling with fear. He took out the remaining black plastic bag containing the body, put some air in it and sank underwater. After all, he was just a pitiful, weak and helpless person now.
It’s just Komaki Su.
Guns roared, fire appeared everywhere, and the blood dyed the sea even brighter red. No one used props to stand out. The contestants killed every mistake, and any contestant who showed any signs would receive dozens of them immediately.
Directional shooting.
Of course they still remember Mu Su and always pay attention to it, but they don't seem to see much of Mu Su.
In a few minutes, everyone swam 400 meters from the starting line, leaving a large number of floating corpses behind.
The player who previously held the walkie-talkie and located the coordinates was floating face up on the water, still holding the walkie-talkie tightly in his hand.
The number of 1,000 contestants dropped sharply to just over 700.
Players who throw grenades and shoot randomly will be eliminated early, and the rest will be wary of each other. Once the winner appears, they will focus their fire in a tacit understanding.
The crowd remained crowded and showed no sign of dispersing.
"The situation is now in a stalemate and it's hard to separate."
"Player Mu Su is still in stock, but we can't see him from the camera. We don't know where he is hiding."
Huang Jianxiang laughed when he heard this: "Maybe he has secretly rushed to the front."
Bai Yansong asked him if he had bought Mu Su Shengli again, and Huang Jianxiang smiled and said nothing.
As they continued to swim for 100 meters relatively calmly, a strange noise from the horizon caught the attention of the athletes.
They turned their heads one after another. The black spots on the horizon were not obvious at first, but then they got closer and closer, and the full picture was revealed. It was a dozen giant bees forming a pair.
Their wings roared, and they grabbed countless round black objects in their feet. When they reached a height of several hundred meters above everyone's heads, they released their feet, turned over, and flew away.
"diving!!!"
There was a shrill shout, and all the players looked horrified and rushed to dive underwater.
The black ball squeezed the air, made a whining sound, fell straight from hundreds of meters, and smashed into the sea.
The next moment——
Huge bubbles suddenly appeared one after another in the entire sea area. The red light flowed in the bubbles, bursting through the bubbles in an instant, carrying the sea water into the sky and exploding with a loud noise!
Huang Jianxiang shouted excitedly: "This is the most shocking scene since the beginning of the Olympic Games! But this time hundreds of athletes died!"
I saw the number in the upper right corner dropping at a numbing number, from 753 to 622 in an instant, then quickly dropped to 547, and finally returned to the previous slow decline.
"Less than 10 minutes into the game, nearly half of the players have already left the field."
The artillery fire gradually subsided, and the players quietly emerged from the water, watching the bees retreating in silence.
Countless limbs were lifted up in this area, the sea water was filled with the smell of blood, and the sky was bright red when viewed from a high place.
Next, the relative peace between the players began to move forward. However, it can be predicted that the conflicts suppressed in the cycling segment will break out again.
Musu came under fire after showing up for a breather, so he did not dare to show his face again.
Half an hour later, the player group arrived at the shore, wary of each other as they approached the changing station with heavy steps.
After a few minutes, Mu Su quietly showed his head, avoiding the corpse, taking the bicycle, and moving forward while avoiding the corpse.
Tens of seconds later...a head emerged from the bottom of the water.
He took a deep look at Mu Su who disappeared around the corner, and his eyes flashed with fire.
No one paid attention to him, and the cameras were all tracking the first-tier players.
The player named High-Level Lord climbed onto the land and took heavy steps. He ignored the staff who greeted him and walked straight to the standby point——
At the waiting point outside the finish line, a figure stumbled out.
"I won." The high-ranking lord gradually grinned...
In the broadcast room, the two people who received the news from the broadcast looked shocked. Bai Yansong shouted: "Viewers, the champion of the triathlon... has appeared!"
As soon as the screen changed, the figure of the high-ranking lord was displayed in front of all players.
He was still wet, as if he had just come out of the sea.
Players on the official live broadcast page loudly discussed how he appeared at the finish line.
Finally, the cameraman interviewed the staff, and everyone found out that he passed the standby point and appeared at the finish line instantly.
"17 minutes and 55 seconds, congratulations to the High Lord for setting a new triathlon record!"
An hour later, the players, with less than 200 players left, arrived belatedly and were shocked when they heard the news.
Musu ranked last, setting the worst result ever.
He didn't care, he was still in the top 50 in the standings.
But it doesn't mean that anyone is willing to let him go.
The high-ranking lord came towards Mu Su. When he passed by Mu Su, he suddenly passed his hand across his neck and smiled provocatively at Mu Su.
The cameras happened to capture the clash between the old and new champions.
Mu Su was confused at first, and then tried to win sympathy with a look of sorrow and anger: "Can you be arrogant after winning the game?"
The players are in a good mood. Although this player's attitude is indeed unpleasant, to be honest...it's really nice to see Mu Su deflated.
It's a pity that Lord Grim is not here, otherwise he would have laughed three times and then ran to add him as a friend.
Next, the King of Bread was received, and the high-ranking lords entered the castle.
In a square, countless ministers and princes and nobles were sitting under the stage.
At the center is their king: Zombie Bread III. A moldy piece of dough with red eyes.
Backstage, Honey Translator straightened his tie and was about to go out. A hand stretched out from the ground and covered its mouth, dragging it into the darkness.
