I give the world destruction and rebirth

This is the second time Tang Ji has set foot in the demonstration city, but last time he did not have enough time to observe this city, which is said to be built according to the players' homes.

The scene here reminded Tang Ji of what he had seen in that player's dream through the Lord of Happy Dreams.

At a glance, you can see endless streets, with identical black buildings on both sides of the road, like some kind of inferior repetitive texture.

It's just that the road under your feet is just an ordinary asphalt road, not the black crystal made of unknown materials. There are also an endless stream of pedestrians on the street, but their personal style is not as flamboyant as in Night City.

There are no law enforcement patrol cars on the street. Instead, there are drones of different sizes painted with the law enforcement colors. From time to time, you can see a drone hovering in front of passers-by, asking them to look up in a dry tone. take inspection.

Of course, no drone would come to trouble Tangji. Mikkelsen helped him forge a false identity so that he could enjoy deputy commander-level authority in the demonstration city.

Wang Zhengdao greeted him in a small alley not far away, and disappeared in the next second. After twenty-four hours of rest, he had recovered more than half. After completing the mission of transportation, he returned directly to the European League. The body handles the affairs of the Ark organization.

They received news that those players were transferring bodies from body warehouses around the world. Apparently, what they did in Antarctica had greatly slowed down the arrival of players.

Wang Zhengdao needs to go back and stay in charge to keep an eye on the prophet's body survival cabin. If she really turns into the player's body, then the Ark organization will have great fun.

Tang Ji glanced at the high-rise buildings not far away. The huge Walter Group LOGO was hanging in mid-air, emitting a soft light, trying hard to create light pollution even in broad daylight.

He entered the heavily guarded building unimpeded, and his disguised identity and face did not trigger any alarms. However, the maze-like scene inside the Walter Group made Tangji smile.

As long as they are afraid, that's fine!

The almost empty Walter Group looked desolate. Those non-player employees had been notified to go home for the holidays. Now there were only a few cleaners cleaning every corner of the huge company hall.

More than 100 members of the entire group's leadership suddenly lost contact, leaving many employees at a loss. This was reflected in the stock price, which plummeted.

But none of this had anything to do with Tang Ji. He just walked into the heart of the enemy with such arrogance.

Tang Ji closed his eyes and felt the surrounding environment. His perception continued to extend across various obstacles within a hundred meters, and the trivial details continued to become refined, pressing the limits of his perception.

The next second, Tang Ji suddenly took a step forward and then disappeared into the air.

At this moment, he seemed to have squeezed into some crack, and the pressure around him almost made him breathless. As he struggled forward, Tang Ji had appeared in a conference room inside the Walter Group, and the wall in front of him was far away from him. The face is less than two centimeters.

If Tang Ji's error was a little bigger, it would probably be stuck to the wall by now.

"You'd better practice more of your non-core abilities. If they upgrade significantly faster than the ability of rage, we can further expand your ability list while ensuring the safety of your genes." Wu Qianying's words still remain. Tangji's ear.

Aaliya felt very sorry for him coming and leaving in a hurry. Forman had prepared a very sumptuous dinner and planned to take the opportunity to consume a wave of supplies that were about to expire.

But Tang Ji could only regretfully reject the good intentions of others. The window period for meeting Karcalf was limited. God knows when those pioneers will come back.

The feeling of being a phase assassin for the first time was very bad. It was even worse than being dragged by Wang Zhengdao for a space jump. It was as if he got into the toilet on his own initiative and someone pressed the flush button.

Fortunately, Tang Ji knew the structure here well. Mikkelsen's people built a training camp in another building with exactly the same structure, imitating the internal structure of the Walter Group. Once the time is right, they will rush forward. Attack the Wall Group.

Tanguy didn't know how much preparation Mikkelsen had made in the dark, but he had proven time and time again that he was a reliable teammate and a formidable enemy.

So when Tangji returned to reality from the phase shift state for the third time, he was already standing at the door of Karkarf's office.

Three minutes, exactly.

Tangji knocked on the door gently.

Karkarf took a deep breath and opened the door. He was really shocked by the speed of Tangji's appearance, but what worried him even more was how to erase today's surveillance records.

Obviously Tangji did this on purpose. Karcalf smiled bitterly and accepted the temptation from his allies.

"Welcome to Walter Group. As you can see, this is the headquarters of the Pioneers in this world." Kacalf stepped back and opened the door to let Tangji in.

"Where are those players?" Tang Ji asked straight to the point without having time to test each other with Karcalf.

"In the Persian region, although they didn't tell me, I saw the desert on the other side of the dimensional gate." Karkarf did not hesitate and directly explained what he knew.

"They came very suddenly this time, at least the Blazers didn't know anything about it." Carcalf continued: "The person in charge of the testers this time is Markarian. I have only heard of him before. Name, he used to be a very famous pioneer, but then suddenly disappeared, and some people say that he now only works for the ID Supremes."

"Thank you, that's enough." Tang Ji got what he wanted and took a deep look at Karcalf. The other person's attitude towards him was twice as respectful as before.

At least this proves that the Blazers are already afraid of him. Next, if he can make the entire player group do the same, it will at least have a slight deterrent effect on the player group.

"That's Kang Orr, our best mercenary." Aslan followed Markarian and introduced the madman who was fighting the players on the training ground in the distance.

"Impressive." Markarian watched as Kang Orr was hit by something that looked like ball lightning, and a third of his body disappeared instantly. This was the third time he had seen the opponent 'die' recently. In the ring.

But every time Kang Aoer would come back within a few hours, provoking the players again with undiminished momentum. With the ultimate bad mouth and the ultimate enjoyment, Kang Aoer had already caused two players to have a psychological collapse.

Markarian knew what his men were, but being so easily provoked by the local natives only proved that Kang Orr was a true expert.

"Too slow, too slow." Kang Aer, whose intestines fell to the floor, mocked his opponent with an experienced expression: "I'll let you go this time, but next time, I'll bite off your ears." !”

The angry player once again condensed a ball of lightning and wiped out Kang Aoer's head, but it was obvious from his expression that he was not that relaxed.

Because Kang Orr never breaks his promise in this regard, he has already made nine players fall on the bed with serious injuries. The most disgusting thing is that Kang Orr never tries to kill the players, he just gives them a unless Replace the body, otherwise the mark will be indelible.

Just yesterday, Kang Orr forcibly violated a male player. He completed at least two rounds before being torn into pieces.

That player is still in the tent, and his reaction to the outside world is extremely limited.

"He is one of the few people who survived a direct confrontation with Tang Ji. If you want these testers to understand Tang Ji's fighting style, he is the best candidate." Aslan introduced the situation in a hoarse voice.

"Tang Ji's style?" Markarian recalled the video materials he watched about Tang Ji. Compared with the many abnormal enemies he had seen, Tang Ji seemed so inconspicuous.

After all, the opponent has neither a body like a mountain nor a sensory network that can cover the entire continent. If he could not really kill the player, Markarian might not even look at him.

However, the fact is that such an ordinary guy killed nearly a hundred players under him in the first encounter, and single-handedly caused the largest collective death incident on their side in the past hundred years.

"He hates us." Aslan thought of the Battle of Paris. He might not be able to hold on just a little bit and choose to go to the battlefield. Then, I'm afraid there will be nothing more.

In the encounter with Seven Virtues, Aslan thought he was dead, but to his surprise, the opponent did not kill him, but gave him a chance to log off and leave.

Aslan didn't want to have a third encounter with Tang Ji, at least until he had the ability to protect himself.

"When we made our first public appearance, we detonated a nuclear bomb, and his wife was affected. From then on, he hated us." Aslan did his homework on Tang Ji: "As a rage, He is getting stronger day by day, and his ability can neutralize most supernatural abilities. How do you plan to deal with him?"

Markarian ignored Aslan's self-pity. Even if he had a detailed plan, he would exclude these pioneers from the action plan, let alone there is no one now.

He looked towards the hills in the distance, where a flash of light disappeared in an instant, and Markarian's face immediately turned ugly.

"Hashim, are these people?" A man wearing a turban and a worn body armor was hiding on the hills, using a telescope to observe the group of cruel bandits in the distance.

They kill passers-by in the street, set fire to houses, and laugh about it. There is absolutely no morality at all.

"I guess it's them." The man known as Hashem clenched his fists as he looked at the superhumans who slaughtered their compatriots wantonly.

He is a messenger for the Free Winds organization and for the past five years has been the only communication channel for dozens of surrounding villages and towns.

As a messenger, Hashim has a high prestige. He walks alone in this desert, crossing dangerous roads, avoiding drones and power grids, and delivering the letters in his hands to the destination requested by the sender. ,without return.

Because all this is to prevent civilization from being cut off and to prevent the nation from degenerating into information islands in this closed environment.

There are now a total of thirty-two active messengers in the Free Wind, most of whom are superhumans, and most of these superhumans are culturally recognized people who have returned to their ancient homeland from other areas.

When the outside world was swept away by a wave of superhuman beings, this place was forgotten by the world just like it had been for hundreds of years.

Hashim still remembers the expression on the elder's face when he first showed off his abilities, which was both excited and frightening, as if he had seen the reincarnation of Ibrahim.

But as Hashim returned to the European Federation several times and brought back a total of sixteen superhumans with Persian blood to join the Wind of Freedom, the elder decided that he was the incarnation of Jibril - bringing a new life to the world. An angel who brings light and delivers messages and revelations from God.

In the eyes of Hashem, who has a master's degree, this behavior is undoubtedly stupid and ridiculous. However, as he continues to go deeper into the large and small gathering points, Hashem has to admit that these logics are simple, but self-contained, and based on myths. The knowledge passed down through stories is the last link of their culture.

He can despise ignorance, but he cannot ignore the essence filtered out by thousands of years of empirical science. Hashem, disguised as an angel, has been running around in the sea of ​​sand for several years, and in the process he has gradually realized the truth about those who were once dismissed. The very essence of a cultural tradition he despises.

He knew that he might never find a chance to resist the Petrochemical Alliance in his lifetime, but at least, he could let the culture of his ethnic group be passed on for another hundred years.

However, even such a small wish has now come to nothing. The day before yesterday, Hashim discovered that a gathering point had been completely destroyed. From various traces, it seemed that the people who did it were a group of superhuman beings.

Hashem knew very well that this land was either blessed or cursed. They rarely produced such things as superhumans. It was outsiders who did it.

A group of superhuman outsiders numbering in the hundreds. When Hashim saw all this through the telescope, his heart went cold.

Because of the convenience of his abilities, he would occasionally leave this land and go to the outside world to collect news and find new blood suitable to join the Wind of Freedom, so Hashem understood better what this number of superhumans represented.

They are an army.

"Hashim, they seem to have discovered us!" The bearded man next to him suddenly picked up a rifle that was not too far behind the mainstream and loaded it. Not far away, at least 20 people from the town took off towards them. Come over here.

"You go first, I'll cover you!" The bearded man took a deep breath, and the surrounding yellow sand slowly condensed, forming a suit of armor around him.

But the bearded man was not satisfied with this. He continued to breathe inward, as if it was not his stomach but a bottomless pit, sweeping away a large amount of yellow sand.

Then, the bearded man suddenly exhaled into the sky in the distance, and a long sandstorm of yellow sand formed, covering the town in the distance.

Hashem did not hesitate. He plunged into the sand and disappeared instantly. He knew that he had to take the news back and tell more people what happened here.