My players are grinding in the apocalypse

"Wow~ What a handsome mecha. I want to ride on it."

"Young man, trying to ride everything will only hurt you."

"Who can refuse such a handsome thing? No. Just hold my equipment."

"Da Shachun! What are you going to do!"

Several Mecha Gundam fans actually stopped running!

I will look back and think of a way to fly into the sky, planning to observe it up close, and even get my hands on it if I have the chance.

You can be resurrected after death, but if you don't touch such a big Gundam, you will never be able to touch it again.

Among the group of running players, a few warriors against the current stood out.

The pursuing Gundam God glanced at the direction in which the players were escaping. Seeing that no one responded, he did not pursue him. He seemed to be afraid of something.

It felt the remaining divine power fluctuations in the air, and a bunch of numerical values ​​appeared in the sky, seeming to be calculating something.

"Strange. Is this a new god?"

All the information was spread out in front of his eyes, and the contents inside made it impossible to tell who it was, but it was different from what was recorded in the database.

"Or is it some new magical skill?"

After all, it has little dealings with human gods. It has been keeping its peace for so many years, and it is the people below who are fighting, so it is hard to say what the human gods are capable of.

At this time, it came to prevent the invasion of human gods. Seeing that the other party had withdrawn and its divine power had retreated, it did not intend to pursue it, just in case it was a trap. It did not want to be tricked.

What the human race is best at is strategy.

"If we can capture a few humans and take them back, maybe our trip will not be in vain."

"Huh?"

It didn't dare to pursue, but there seemed to be a few humans in front of it who didn't want to leave so much, and even flew over.

In its eyes, these humans have turned into rows of data, and all the information is clear at a glance.

"Clone?"

It's a bit strange. In the eyes of their machines, this inferior technology is similar to the slash-and-burn farming of ancient times. They have been using it for many years and have iterated it many, many times.

At present, it can basically protect most of the data and restore more than 99% of the consciousness of the dead mechanical body.

"But humans are not my machines. No matter how low-level humans are, they all have sacred souls that are envied by all races. Do they think that the souls of clones can escape from my hands?"

Although it had doubts in its mind, it exerted a little force on its hands, and a ray of silver air picked up four fanatical Gundam fans and brought them in front of its face.

"Ahhhhh~ I'm riding on its face!"

"Quickly, open the mask and let me go in and have a good time. It's not a loss if you die!"

"With the video function turned on, there aren't many opportunities to see something so big up close."

"Why do I feel like this thing is observing us? It's not selecting warriors who can drive it! I must be your chosen one!"

A few of the second-tier players got fired up inexplicably.

Some of the players running below found these special players and were not too surprised.

Are you still called a player if you don't do your job?

Anyway, they are now extremely rich in supplies, so it’s not a big deal if they die once. The lord no longer cares about everyone’s mortality rate, as long as they can afford to pay to be resurrected.

Occasionally someone sighs:

"One person was banned for no apparent reason, and four others stood up for no apparent reason."

"He is gone inexplicably, but he will always live in our hearts inexplicably."

"Hey, hey, hey! Our president has only been banned for 7 days. Don't leave. It's unlucky."

The players ran for a while and retreated into the blasted city. The huge Gundam in the sky flashed a few times before disappearing.

Along with it, 4 other players disappeared.

The drum washing machine looked at the World Channel: "I counted 3, and their avatars turned black."

"3"

"2"

"1"

In the communication channel, the portraits of the four captured players turned dark.

But the expected death announcement never came.

"Huh? Just disconnected the signal? They are not dead yet?"

In the game, no matter whether the player is within the range of the signal base station or not, as long as the player dies, there will be an announcement on the world channel.

Magic Conch: "Can you still survive?"

Are you forcing me: "No, there's no hidden mission, right? Then I'm really going to vomit!"

Loli said in a long-winded voice: "Hidden occupation - pilot, let's find out more about it."

Everyone: "Huh?"

Everyone: "No way!?"

Listening to the discussion of the players, Cheng Shaofeng, who was the first to retreat into the city, frowned.

"No. The power of the gods can directly harm the player's soul. Nothing will happen."

He still remembered that when the mysterious inheritance was encircling and suppressing players, they used Dreger's holy water to smear their weapons and cause soul attacks on the players, giving them a headache for a while.

Although No. 0 said that it would not affect the normal lives of the players, the person who captured them this time was the real god!

‘You won’t expose my natural disaster base, right? What if the mechanical gods also want this base of mine? ’

If this thing was made by a mechanical god, he would not be surprised at all. The technological content is too high, far exceeding the current human technology tree.

Cheng Shaofeng asked No. 0 a little uneasily.

[Number Zero: "Please rest assured, Master, even the gods cannot prevent the players in the natural disaster base from going offline. At most, they will feel a little tired and just need a sleep. The other party cannot lock the information of the natural disaster base.\