I give the world destruction and rebirth

Ding Yue was covered in blood and breathing heavily. He had just gone in and out of a group of players to kill the guy who looked like an alien.

His head is twice as big as that of a normal person, and he can blow people into pieces with his gaze. Ding Yue saw with his own eyes that he decapitated half of the people on the street, as if he was swatting flies with a fly swatter, without any eyes. Wink.

When Tang Ji said he wanted that big head, Ding Yue thought he was joking, but Tang Ji never joked.

He was far less patient with Ding Yue than Rickard. When Ding Yue questioned him, Tang Ji even had the urge to strangle him on the spot.

Ding Yue was sensitive to this murderous intention and developed a fear of Tang Ji.

This kind of fear is roughly similar to the fear he had before his superhuman neighbor, because you never know whether the superhuman next door will come and kill you in the next second because you snore too loudly.

Ding Yue hated this feeling very much. He once thought that he had completely gotten rid of this fear, but now it seems that his fear and cowardice did not disappear because he gained strength, they were just deeply hidden.

When Ding Yue encountered beings far more powerful than himself again, they ran out to declare their sovereignty.

Yes, you are still a coward and have never changed!

Do you think you're no longer a coward after killing that pyromaniac? Are those children resurrected? No, you haven't changed anything!

Ding Yue lit a cigarette tremblingly. He threw the huge head on the ground and raised one foot to crush it, but at the last second, Tang Ji flashed before Ding Yue's eyes.

He remembered the feeling at the moment when Tang Ji had murderous intent on him, as if the god of death had been standing at the door and knocking on the door. Ding Yue could not even muster the courage to resist.

Tang Ji said that he wanted this head. Ding Yue finished his cigarette in silence, and finally placed the head in front of Tang Ji.

He and Tang Ji both remained silent, the air seemed to be frozen, and Ding Yue could only hear his own heartbeat.

A black flame emerged from the inside of the head and burned away the excess biological tissue in a blink of an eye. The entire room was filled with the stench of burnt protein.

Ding Yue found with some regret that the head only looked big, and the burned skull was only slightly larger than an ordinary person. However, there was no Tianling Cap on the top of the skull, and the extra brain tissue overflowed from there.

Tang Ji looked at the players on his list, then at Ding Yue, and finally said: "Rest for four hours, and then go kill this person."

He placed a photo in front of Ding Yue. In the photo, he showed a white man surrounded by many bodyguards. He looked ugly.

But in fact, he was the leader of a war group, one of the two war groups that killed everyone in the area under his control. The total number of players in the entire war group exceeded one hundred and fifty.

Ding Yue opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it. He didn't have the courage to refuse Tang Ji's order.

A kind of anger that appeared out of thin air burned in Ding Yue's heart, but the anger was directed at himself.

"You are angry." Tang Ji's eyes seemed to have a kind of flame, staring at Ding Yue: "You are angry with yourself, why?"

Ding Yue felt as if the words he heard were not spoken by human beings. There was no emotion in the words, as if he was just curious about this question.

Even now, he could clearly sense that something was wrong with Tang Ji's state. When they first arrived in Paris, although Tang Ji was still a thousand miles away, he was still a human being and would respond to outside reactions.

Now, Tanguy looks completely different.

"It's nothing, I'm just a little disappointed with myself." Ding Yue moved back cautiously and glanced at the window.

But Tang Ji was faster than him. Ding Yue didn't even realize what happened before Tang Ji grabbed his throat with one hand and lifted his feet off the ground.

"I ask you, why do you feel angry with yourself!" Tang Ji's voice was low and full of wildness, like a beast that had been suppressed for a long time and was finally released.

"Because I'm too weak to ride a horse!" Ding Yue held Tang Ji's wrist tightly with one hand, and stretched out his arm with the other hand, trying to catch Tang Ji's eyes.

But compared to Tang Ji's body proportions, his wingspan was a little short. His fingertips seemed to have touched Tang Ji's cornea, and the last distance was as far away as the Milky Way.

Tang Ji didn't even blink, but asked again: "Anger should not be directed at yourself. You are indeed weak. Anger is strength, a weapon, and authority."

"And you wasted the power I gave you." As Tang Ji spoke, he pressed forward, and Ding Yue felt as if his fingers had poked into some kind of tough rubber and been squeezed back.

"Now, I want to take back this gift, don't you..." Tang Ji suddenly closed his eyes and stopped talking. He let go of his hand and Ding Yue fell to the ground.

As if nothing happened, Tang Ji walked straight to where he was sitting before and pushed the photo forward again: "Go and complete your mission. I don't have much patience."

Neuropathy!

Ding Yue breathed heavily, hurriedly picked up the photo, and glanced at the window again. He was considering whether he should jump out of the window and walk back faster, but considering that the mentally ill person might have other reactions if he did so, he still decided He walked out the door honestly.

He even closed the door gently without making a sound.

After walking two streets away, Ding Yue slapped himself hard, causing the passers-by to look sideways.

Then Ding Yue, as if venting his anger, kept tearing down a wall with his fists, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, there were no passersby around.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Ding became angrier as he thought about it, and slapped himself again, so hard that it echoed throughout the street.

He was angry with himself, angry because of his own weakness. Ding Yue thought that he could face death calmly, but he was wrong, he did not dare.

"You wasted the power I gave you, and I want to take back this gift now." Ding Yue recalled what Tang Ji said, and besides death, there was another kind of fear.

He is afraid that he will become an ordinary person again, and he is afraid that he will lose his power.

After gaining power, the more Ding could not accept his return to ordinary life, the angrier he became at his own weakness and hypocrisy, and the more he feared the consequences.

Under the trend of anger and fear, Ding Yue walked firmly towards the area where the player's battle group was located.

At the same time, the players who had just been killed by Ding Yue were also awakened in their own survival cabins. They were distressed by their first death and were completely unaware of what kind of special attack they had suffered. .

They knew nothing about it, and even the company and the three major committees that focused on studying Tang Ji's special characteristics didn't realize that Ding Yue and Rickard had the same special system.

At this time, far away in the Roswell District, Rickard, who did not need to be the Angry Translator, was enjoying his dinner.

If you want to have a hot meal in the Special Administrative Region, you can only try your luck, but luckily Rickard is a clever little kid. He relied on his personal charm to find a woman selling hemp cookies on the black market and worked as a bodyguard in exchange for it. Three or two meals a day.

After all, it is a special zone. Some prisoners who have been in prison for too long have not adapted to this new era. Some prisoners are more retro in their pursuit of addictive substances. They prefer purely natural products.

From this point of view, a woman who has the courage to enter the special zone and realize that it is a closed market in the second week, and decisively starts growing marijuana in the building where she is, and quickly takes over the market, she must Not ordinary people.

In fact, this was indeed the case. Before Rickard could finish his meal, he was surrounded from behind by nine big men with guns.

The strong man in the lead held an eight-star gun that obviously should not appear within the special zone. The bullets used in that thing were all custom-made. One fire was enough to perform maintenance on Rickard's car.

"Is this the superhuman you are talking about?" The strong man threatened with a smile on his face: "Boy, you'd better not move. Did you see the big guy in my hand? It's full of anesthetic bullets. Move a little. , I will pull the trigger and let these self-tracking gadgets knock you over, and then these guys behind me will each have a blast behind you."

"So you either follow me obediently and walk out on your own intact, or you let them carry you with your lacerations." When the strong man said this, the others laughed in cooperation. Voice.

"You'd better not make my property dirty, otherwise I will charge separate sanitation fees." The woman held a cigarette in her mouth and leaned against the door frame: "By the way, he took the sleeping pill I put in the biscuit. Eight times the dose, there is no reaction at all, so don’t overturn.”

"Shut up, Julianne, this is none of your business now!" the strong man roared, and then motioned for his men to step forward and put the restraint ring on Rickard.

Rickard sighed and ate up the food in front of him. Even with the sleeping pills, this was the most delicious thing he had eaten in the past three days.

He burped, and then turned around to say something harsh. Rickard often watched Tang Ji's videos during this period. He thought Tang Ji's classic lines were so cool. He was too embarrassed to imitate them in front of the real ones before. But now I can talk enough.

"Some people are called butchers." Rickard just opened his mouth, and the next second the entire ceiling was lifted away.

A player floating in the air waved his hand, and all the metal objects in the room started to move automatically without any wind, killing half of the people in the room in an instant.

In Rickard's hand, he held a table knife that was pointed at him. He clenched the knife into chopsticks and shouted dissatisfiedly: "Can't people finish their speech?"

The strong man nimbly dodged the attack of several pieces of cutlery and shouted to the sky: "I'm from your side! Bastard, we are a cooperative relationship!"

But this did not affect the output of the player in the sky at all. A sudden wound almost cut the strong man's neck, and he fell to the ground without saying a word.

The blood flowing out of the wound made a vague figure appear in the air. The other person just turned around and disappeared into the air again.

Julianne, the woman selling marijuana, turned around and ran without saying a word. As a result, she hit an invisible barrier and her whole body was shattered to pieces.

The player group that took over the hidden mission sent all eight of their strongest players to the Roseville District. They were going to decide the reward for the hidden mission!

Southwestern waters of Madagascar, large copy.

As the center of the conflict between the two sides, the landing cabin became the eye of the storm. Instead, it became peaceful. Wang Zhengdao and Paulina, the two strongest space users in their respective camps, were sitting together playing chess.

Wang Zhengdao once tried to kill the woman in front of him directly. Although this could not kill the player, it could at least kill her body.

But when Wang Zhengdao broke the opponent's neck for the first time, he was almost killed in the same way, while Paulina was unharmed and just smiled numbly at him.

There were other superhuman powers being exerted on Paulina, involving at least two areas: counter-injury and recovery. Wang Zhengdao gave up his plan with some regret.

In the end, it was Paulina who spoke first and invited him to play chess together. Otherwise, it would be a bit boring for the two of them to just wait here.

At this time, in the surrounding waters, the two forces that had arrived had begun reconnaissance exchanges of fire.

Half of the province of Fianarantsoa has been reduced to a war zone, and those locals who had no time to evacuate now experience what it means to be desperate.

The first one to arrive was the Military Technology Engineering and Soldiers Battalion. Eight hundred people and a large amount of equipment were airlifted directly to the province's only airport by transport planes.

All the engineers didn't even have time to drink water before they got into the intensive construction work of defense fortifications. It took them less than half an hour to set up portable radars, deploy five anti-aircraft missiles, and conduct a large-scale attack near the airport. Intensive mine laying.

The only local armed law enforcement officers announced their disbandment the moment they saw the other side's transport plane. The firepower of the two sides was not at the same level.

Then there is the projection of armored power. Mikkelsen's accumulated military strength begins to show its ferocity to the whole world.

Two companies of prosthetic soldiers equipped with Krenzikov's central nervous system enhancement system were subsequently transported to the airport to strengthen local defense capabilities.

These heavily armored soldiers who can continuously use time-sensitive elements have an absolute strength of between 150 and 220 Elwin, which has surpassed most superhumans at the LV1 stage.

The commander in charge of the airport stood contentedly in the tower, watching his troops unfold and preparing to report to the headquarters. Then he froze in place the next second. When others noticed the commander's abnormality, he It has become a three-dimensional oil painting in the air.

The war has begun from this moment.