Planet of Terror

"Why is it him? His strength has just entered the intermediate level, and in terms of experience and ability, he can't compare with me! The latest chapter of The Story of the Divine Condor! I have been leading this group of warriors for so long.

, who knows them better than me, isn’t this nonsense!” the instructor said angrily.

"Do you care if there are people above me? Don't forget what kind of nation we are, war hunters! We are a race that can progress by constantly fighting, fighting, and hunting other civilizations, like you and me

Alternatives are not popular at all, only lunatics, idiots or killing machines with no IQ who only know how to kill are popular!" The sloppy man said melancholy, spitting out all the anguish in his heart.

In a nation that relies on war to support war, I cannot be reused and have nowhere to vent my ambitions. This is why I have become so decadent. Now my friend has suffered the same fate. The fruits of hard work have been taken away by others. The sloppy man

It’s like I’ve seen my next self.

He handed over the metal bottle in his hand, but was still rejected. After a moment of silence, the instructor said: "I have to go back and confirm. Although our racial talent requires constant fighting to improve our strength, there is no need to ignore it.

Wisdom has turned into a monster with well-developed limbs and a simple mind!"

"Stop, you'd better stop talking, or you'll end up like me!" the sloppy man warned.

"No, I have to appeal. I can't let all the people I lead become mindless killers!" The instructor was very angry, but he still restrained himself forcibly. This is a rare restraint for a war-hunting nation.

"One more thing. Even if I'm on the last shift, I have to say a few words. The hunting boxes must be repaired. This thing is a treasure. Now the quantity is seriously in short supply. The last days are no better than before. We can no longer produce them. It's you.

That antique we mentioned needs to be fixed as well!" After the instructor calmed down, he still did not forget his job and said.

"Yes, sir!" The sloppy man agreed respectfully.

"You're making trouble again."

"Who is making trouble? Your strength and level are higher than mine. What are you if you don't mean to be a commander?"

"Strength? It seems that you entered the intermediate level earlier than me!" The instructor smiled and stared at the sloppy man.

The sloppy man also smiled and said nothing, as if he understood the situation tacitly.

As soon as the instructor returned, his replacement arrived. He was nearly three meters tall, with a body that could fit in the instructor's body, and his words were arrogant and domineering.

His appearance is wrapped in armor and cannot be seen, but the dense helmet is very ferocious, like the head of a ferocious beast. The most unbearable thing is that he always shakes the golden spear in his hand in front of others, which makes him afraid.

Others cannot see the same thing, which is in line with an old saying in the war and hunting civilization: "People are worth money!"

The two ends of the spear are extremely sharp, and the middle part is carved with gorgeous patterns, but it is not in the style of runic civilization. The gorgeous appearance can only serve as an anti-slip function. The entire spear is finely made and made of precious materials. It is extraordinary at first glance and is worth a lot of money.

, and the spear continuously radiates thorn-like light outwards, which obviously has a special effect.

The instructor left quietly without telling his disciples or saying hello to his friends. It was as if he had never appeared.

The appeal was in vain, which made the instructor completely frustrated and decided to get rid of his sense of responsibility for civilization and leave this place that was not suitable for him.

In the eyes of war and hunting civilization, there is only the concept of force.

The sloppy man took the last puff of his orange cigarette and stared into the distance, as if he was seeing off a friend, wondering in his mind whether it was time to leave.

The outer shell of the container where Zhang Wei is located has been completely removed at this moment. It is as bare as a girl who has been stripped naked. Only the iron wall is left. The sound of Zhang Wei practicing swordsmanship inside is not weakened by other devices and spreads outside.

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"Bang bang..." The rhythm is getting faster and faster, but no one around him will care at this moment. Except for the running machinery, they are the same containers. When you turn your perspective, you can see at least hundreds of such iron containers in this cargo yard.

box.

They come one after another, some are unusually quiet, some are shaking constantly, and some make all kinds of strange noises. What's more, there are bursts of stench coming from the ventilation holes. This smell is simply not something that ordinary defecation can achieve.

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Although important parts of the container have been removed, there is still an advanced function left, that is, no outside sounds and smells can be transmitted in, otherwise Zhang Wei would be suffocated to death by the stench next door.

The first thing the new lunatic instructor did was scold the top warriors, and then he instilled in them his idea of ​​crazy killing, telling them that they could only kill, fight, be wounded, hover on the edge of life and death, and be attacked by different skills.

, you have the opportunity to step into the ranks of the strong. Civilization will not cultivate garbage in the end of the world. Those who cannot meet the requirements will never have to come back.

The crazy instructor completely denied everything he had done before taking office and overturned all the trial plans he had formulated.

The policy formulated by the former instructor is to better understand each person's characteristics and arrange a suitable plan to increase the chance of everyone reaching the intermediate threshold.

The new instructor changed it to competition and killing, either breaking through the mid-level threshold in the killing, or achieving outstanding results. The so-called achievement is to cut off the head of the prey, and is not allowed to put it away. It is carried on the body, so that others can

Those who take the trial can see it, and all the heads killed and stolen will be counted. Finally, among those who have not broken through the intermediate threshold, the top three will be selected, and the instructor will spend his own money to strengthen them.

There is one more way out, which is very beneficial to these peak warriors. Although these people have begun to understand the role of the mind under the teachings of the original instructors, the killing and madness flowing in their blood now completely defeats reason. All these junior warriors

His eyes were blood red, and he was holding the weapon in his hand tightly.

After the flames of war ignited in their hearts, the original unity collapsed instantly. Everyone regarded each other as competitors. Those three spots became very precious. After all, no one could guarantee that they could break through the mid-level threshold in one fell swoop, even those with extraordinary talents.

generation.

Then the madman checked the information and found that after the number of prey caught reached the target, he began to refresh the map. The original instructor circled the place and clicked a cross without even looking at it. Finally, he chose a place without any civilization.

The virgin forest involved is so vast that no boundaries can even be seen in the entire map.

After the location was chosen, this crazy instructor acted as the manager, and all arrangements were made by his subordinates.

The first step was to release the prey. As the order was given, the team of sloppy men began to get busy. On top of the huge loading and unloading platform, a huge ring-shaped machine was slowly revealed.

"The h208 cargo conveyor is ready!" As the instruction sound spread across the platform, the ring-shaped conveyor stayed above the first container. With the continuous input of energy, the inner ring emits a strong light, and then covers it downwards.

At this moment, the container below disappeared.

The light flashed out, and the transmission was completed directly, and it began to move slowly to the next container. After repeating this, it was Zhang Wei's turn to be the last one, and when the light beam shone on the original model container, it disappeared.

In a vast primitive jungle, many uninvited guests are welcomed, and a large number of iron boxes continue to emerge. Some of them appear randomly above the forest, some in the lake, some directly break the thousand-year-old trees, and some even appear in the forest.

The monster's lair, and at this moment, the iron boxes suddenly heard knocking sounds.

As soon as Zhang Wei noticed something strange, he felt his body falling, just like an elevator falling out of control. The speed continued to increase and was accompanied by violent shaking. The only thing Zhang Wei could do was to stand up straight, lean against the iron wall, let his spine find support, and bend his legs slightly.

In order to relieve the impact, keep your neck straight and close your eyes, your arms droop naturally, and the palm of your right hand faces the ground.

Then a huge impact came from under his feet, and the entire container was about to fall apart. Zhang Wei was unconscious...

"All goods have been transferred!" A prompt sounded from the control room. Those trialists had just seen Zhang Wei's container falling from a high altitude on the three-dimensional screen. The picture made them look at each other in horror.

"Don't worry, I won't let you reduce your numbers without fighting. What I want is killing. Get out of here and take the latest n529 teleporter, which will go straight to the camp on the other side. Get out of here! Be careful, I'll whip you. The last one will be teleported by h208.

." As soon as the madman finished speaking, there was no longer a figure in front of him, only a black robe slowly fell down.

Deep in the jungle, in a metal camp, many black robes came out of the teleporter. They gathered behind a three-meter-tall black robe with a gold edge and looked around.

Tall ancient trees, dense wisteria, moist and fresh air with a hint of earthy smell, green moss, and many fungi are interspersed on it. The dense forest presents a vibrant scene, but it will soon be here.

It turns into a human purgatory and a death slaughterhouse. In the next moment, I don’t know how many creatures will die tragically.

A soldier took off his hood, revealing his fully enclosed armor, and asked, "Instructor, when will we set off?"

But what he got in return was a scolding: "What a hurry! Let the prey fiddle around for a while, let all the garbage be consumed, and then you can go in. This is fair. Don't forget the important point is to see who kills the most. You guys

Each other's heads are also very valuable. If there is no breakthrough or the number of heads does not rank, then just do other people's results!"

"Achieve other people's achievements?" Someone asked who was not smart.

"Yes, just take off your own head and give it to others to compete for rankings!" the mad instructor said with a sneer under the mask.

Although everyone couldn't see his expression, a hint of coolness came over him, and their positions suddenly spread out, becoming wary of each other.

"One more thing, don't count the natives in the jungle. Unless you kill an intermediate creature, don't think I'm easy to fool. I have many ways to identify your heads." After the mad instructor added, he inserted his spear into the rock and raised his thumb.

Press a device, invisible microwaves are sent, and the hatches of those containers are all opened at this moment.

"If any of you are lucky enough to touch the intermediate threshold, you will immediately return to the camp to collect energy points. Do you understand?" The madman glanced at everyone, and only then remembered their number in his mind.

"Understood!" The reply was neat and simple.

The soldiers who were about to accept the test looked towards the dense forest, looking forward to the bloody killing journey.

The trial officially begins...