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Chapter 1652, the human race needs garbage like you

The night is foggy.

A pot of messy porridge.

In the current field, the nine teams can no longer distinguish between ourselves and the enemy, and they are killing each other indiscriminately.

From time to time, people fled outside the venue, were thrown out, or fell to the ground.

It's chaos anyway.

It was a mess.

Everyone is thinking about how to kill others or get them out, and at the same time, they are also careful not to fall into the trap themselves.

In the fog of night and the rain of blood, everyone is becoming hot-headed, cruel, violent and bloodthirsty.

If there is any team here that can stay awake, it must be the Xuanwu Empire team.

At this moment, under Lin Jie's calm and composed command, they resolutely implemented the "defend" combat policy.

It's not a conservative approach.

It is the guardian who waits for the patron saint.

It feels like a nest of young birds waiting to be fed, waiting for the old bird to return.

No one admits this.

This is the bond in my heart.

Speaking of which, as a Ye Niao man, Ye Chong actually prefers others to call him a veteran rather than an old bird.

But he also knows that everything he is doing now is like an old bird guarding the little birds.

Time passed minute by minute.

It was precisely because of the implementation of the policy of "defending" that the Xuanwu Empire's team, in this chaotic melee, adhered to the bottom line and solidly defended. Although there were casualties, the result was much better than expected.

At the same time, Ye Chong wandered around the outside of the imperial team, attracting firepower and directing disaster in all directions.

After the environment around the imperial team stabilized a little, he quietly wrapped a piece of tattered clothing around his head, then got into the crowd of people on the subcontinent, and started slashing in the back, killing people wantonly.

No wonder the turbaned transcendent hanging in the air was angry.

Is there any owner of a sheepfold in the world who doesn't feel angry, anxious, hateful and distressed when he sees a wolf wandering into the flock?

But there was no choice but to watch.

Speaking of which, Ye Chong's killing was quite enjoyable.

It turns out that it feels so awesome to have someone behind the scenes.

Especially when he saw his enemies falling one by one, or being kicked out by him, his heart felt like flowers were blooming, birds were singing, dancing, and bathing in the spring breeze.

That feeling is really unnecessary.

Click!

The blade of the starry sky fell with one slash, removing the right thigh of a subcontinental warrior, and then flew up with a kick, kicking the screaming opponent out of the field.

Buzz!

The starry sky blade flew forward like a high-speed rotating drill. As a result, two warriors from the subcontinent with their backs turned were struck immediately. One's left arm was severed, and the other's right arm and his right lower abdomen flew out with blood and flesh.

Ye Chong naturally kicked them one by one without any courtesy and sent them off the field.

Snap!

The Starry Sky Blade suddenly slapped to the right. A subcontinental warrior who was fighting a bloody battle with a two-meter mainland warrior was slapped on the back. Blood spurted out and he fell to the ground. He was instantly killed by the two-meter mainland warrior.



The guilt is spreading.

The sense of accomplishment is growing.

Ye Chong gained a different kind of happiness in the contradiction.

This situation is a bit like eating chili peppers. It's so spicy that it screams, but you can't help but take two more bites.

At this moment, the tall and extraordinary man above suddenly shouted:

"stop!"

It was just that everyone who had already fallen into madness had no intention of stopping, including Ye Chong. Although he heard the shouting, he still couldn't help but want to use the starry sky blade in his hand to cut in the back.

But soon, an inexplicable aura fell, and for a moment, the entire battle scene seemed to be immersed in a honey-like viscous liquid, unable to move.

Phew~

Ye Chong let out a long breath, quietly put away the Starry Sky Blade, and shrank down, looking harmless.

"Everyone stay where you are," the burly extraordinary man rumbled, "waiting for the final confirmation."

Soon, a figure shot out, startling Ye Chong.

However, before he could see the face of the visitor clearly, another figure came behind him and landed between him and the first figure.

Cough cough cough!

Ye Chong coughed and wanted to scratch his head, but couldn't raise his hand.

You can actually see the person coming clearly.

The first figure was an extraordinary person wearing a turban, with a ferocious face, especially a pair of dead fish eyes, staring at him fiercely, as if he wanted to swallow him into his eyeballs.

The second figure is none other than Lu Zhidao.

Ye Chong blinked.

It can be seen that Lu Zhidao is talking to the turbaned extraordinary person, but what he said cannot be heard at all, and the shape of his mouth cannot be seen clearly.

However, I could vaguely feel that they seemed to be arguing or bargaining. In short, the atmosphere was a bit unharmonious.

Soon, the burly Extraordinary came here and joined the communication circle between the turbaned Extraordinary and Lu Zhidao. As a result, not long after, the turbaned Extraordinary glanced at Ye Chong coldly, then turned and left.

He began to inspect the personnel situation in the subcontinent, and Lu Zhidao, without saying a word, picked up Ye Chong and returned to the Xuanwu Empire team.

At the same time, several other extraordinary people were also conducting final personnel confirmation work in their respective teams.

"You are really good." Lu Zhidao put down Ye Chong and said calmly, "But I like it. The human race needs trash like you."

"..." Ye Chong wanted to speak, but no sound came out.

"Haha," Lu Zhidao chuckled, "After entering the Death Land, I hope you can play a greater role and protect our people as much as possible. The empire needs more extraordinary people."

Ye Chong looked directly at the other party and didn't open his mouth. No sound could be heard anyway.

"I know what you want to say." Lu Zhidao frowned slightly and then said, "Protect yourself first, and on this basis, try to help our people.

The Empire will never forget your contribution.

However, the empire needs you to survive even more.

understand what I meant?"

Ye Chong nodded.

In fact, Lu Zhidao knew what to do even if he didn't say these words.

Ye Chong has a sober evaluation of himself.

If he is a rational person, then he is the most emotional among rational people.

If he is an emotional person, then he is the most rational among emotional people.

The cruel reality created his character.

The crazy world made him understand what to do.

He is a complex person, so he knows how to simplify complex things.

He is a simple man, so he understands how to complicate simple things.

Without it.

It's all about surviving.

What Lu Zhidao expected was also what Ye Chong expected.

Lu Zhidao has no expectations, and he is also expecting it.

But at this moment, when his body finally became lighter and he could move and speak freely, he looked at the scene around him and chose to remain silent.

In order to enter the Death Land, the three rounds of the selection competition caused a lot of casualties to the human elites. He had some doubts. Is it really worth paying such a high price?

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