Sequence Player

To be able to survive such a bad luck is worthy of being the strongest [player] in this mission!

"I would like to call him the strongest!" Li Changhe said with a solemn expression.

Qiu Wentian on the side nodded in agreement with a pale face.

She didn't have Black Hawk's shared perspective, but she had other means of surveying.

She sensed someone running wildly in the rain, and the splashing water was like blooming. Then, houses collapsed, vehicles collided, sewers surged, billboards fell, and fire hydrants exploded.

The sky flashed with dazzling white light, followed by the sound of thunder.

This was the first time she sensed lightning at such a close distance.

This was also the first time I knew that lightning could ignore the lightning rods on so many nearby buildings and directly aim at the figure struggling to survive on the road.

How much hatred is this? This really means you don’t regard spearmen as human beings!

"Being alive until now is enough to prove that he is stronger than us!" Qiu Wentian whispered: "I would have died a long time ago."

"Me too. In this case, approaching him is tantamount to letting that divine creature lie down and win. We will directly follow the plan and get in!"

The two made a decisive choice. Now that they know the king's location, and with the heroic spirit (player) being summoned, he is now at his weakest moment.

The original plan was to contact the Lancer and at least let him understand that the enemy in this mission was not the [player], so as not to cause internal friction among the [players]. By the way, win over this strongest man.

That's it for now. If necessary, Li Changhe would probably shout, 'Lancer, don't come over! ’

I don’t know how this player is still alive today?

On the other side, the big iron pestle was not struck to death by lightning. The [player]'s honed sense of crisis allowed him to throw a pure iron spear into the sky at that moment.

The lightning instantly turned the spear into molten iron, allowing Da Tiezhu to save himself and his contractor.

"[Death God's Preference] has been triggered. Is that divine creature nearby? Damn it, at least let me and the [players] have some contact first." Datiechu saw the prompt on his panel, and his expression changed. Sad.

Judging from his appearance, he is a sloppy uncle between the ages of thirty and forty. His hair was messy and his face was covered with stubble.

He was wearing a large gray suit, and his tie was a thorn vine.

How can I put it, it's extremely sloppy.

But no one can underestimate his strength. In just one minute, he has experienced many crises that can kill players. He can be resolved by him every time, and he also brings someone with him. This ability alone is enough to stand out from the crowd.

"Put me down! I will be a good person!" The drunkard who was carried behind his back, after experiencing ups and downs, his mentality was sublimated (his mentality exploded directly), and he thought that he was so happy to be alive.

"Oh, if you leave me, I guarantee you won't survive more than two seconds. I have to find a chance to put you down." Datiechu looked at a steel bar transport truck not far away, and suddenly showed signs of losing control. His face became increasingly sad: "Before that, tell me everything you know."

Because Li Changhe and others had already unlocked [Champion Message], he had already figured out the general situation of this mission as soon as he entered the plot.

This is not a simple confrontation mission. Fighting is not the only option between [players].

Each entered the plot at a different time, and some kind of conflict had already broken out. There are three remaining players.

But he still knew too little about this mission.

I don’t know what the two surviving [players] thought.

Watch as the transport truck loses control and crashes into the nearest telephone pole. Countless steel bars were thrown into the air and then fell like meteors.

As for the falling target, it is naturally the big iron pestle.

He knew this very well, and the God of Death's preference was very powerful. This is a kind of protection given to him by a powerful plot character during a plot mission.

Yes, asylum! Protection from higher powers.

However, because it is the refuge of the God of Death, the price is a bit high.

Has extremely powerful causal abilities.

All kinds of seemingly coincidental accidents will happen to him. He has even used this effect to trick and kill more than one [player] above LV10!

"Well, I finally know why they asked me to do this mission." Datiechu lamented, reaching out and grabbing the thorn vines on the collar that served as a tie.

On the other side, the top floor of the bell tower.

An old man with white hair and a tall posture was sitting on a chair, looking through the window at the commotion a hundred meters away.

"Another kind of divinity? As a fake, he did a good job. But it's not enough to kill me." He lowered his head and looked at his hands. The ends of his hands had begun to turn black and necrotic, but they were still there. After the meeting, things were back to normal.

Destruction and rebirth have been repeated in his body. Datiechu's causal ability has even affected him.

"Carmen Rodia. It's time to decide the winner of this chess game that has lasted for more than twenty years. Your people now only want to peek into the mystery again, and have never thought about saving you. What else do you have? The reason to persist?”

"You, like all the kings in the past, have lost!"

"It's better to put down your resistance and become that with me." The old man finished his words.

"It really makes me happy to see you so angry. Are you considered a king? Even though the ninth generation is crazy, he still wants to get rid of this alien like you. In my opinion, he is far more suitable to be a king than you. The old man suddenly changed his voice, and his voice contained pain and torture: "You evil spirit entrenched on the throne, let me end you! What are you waiting for? His divinity has been suppressed!" "

The sound was quickly swallowed up by the sound of rain and did not even reach the bell tower.

But in the dark corner of the clock tower, someone spoke up in response.

"I see, the spearman has really put in a lot of effort. Let him work hard for a while first." Qiu Wentian loosened the tight black cloak and appeared from the darkness: "But, the king of Carmen. If you don't speak, , I can probably touch his face. Every time I sneak, I will be discovered by accident, which is so unlucky."

She threw the heavy sword case on the floor of the bell tower, and she reached out and grasped the longest weapon.

The old man's expression turned calm and he glanced at Qiu Wentian. He didn't care about her appearance.

Instead, he spoke with a refined voice: "You actually regard the madman who slaughtered your people as a person more suitable to be a king than me? You are already crazy. Even if you can suppress my divinity, what can I do? He is the strongest magician of this era! I can fight even a real heroic spirit!"