The Boss Behind The Game

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Because of the problems of the evil gods and the Hanba, the players and the corpses had different positions, which led to the outbreak of the battle.

During this period, the two god-level powerhouses, Evil God and Hanba, were in a coma.

In order to save the evil god, the players expended a lot of energy.

There were heavy casualties in the battle, but after cooling down for 3 hours, he resolutely threw himself into the battle again, which pulled the huge Evil God back into the extremely cold abyss, which is the Beiqi Great Territory.

Fortunately, in order to help Hanba restrain the Evil God, the Meiba and Corpse Generals were all seriously injured in this battle. Facing the arrival of the players, they were powerless to stop them, which allowed the players to successfully take away the Evil God.

But the Liangzi between the player clan and the corpse clan was completely forged.

Afterwards, the corpse tribe invaded Beiqi several times, and the players showed no mercy, counterattacking Senluo Dayu several times.

However, compared to the players, the zombie race became more and more depressed in this battle.

In any external battles before, the corpse tribe has long been used to recovering the enemy's corpse, and then refining it into a part of the corpse mountain. Wars are used to support wars, and the power of ethnic groups is strengthened by wars.

However, in the face of the player's rogue forces, not to mention the corpse, there will be no hair left after death.

The corpse warrior who discovered this can be said to be in an extremely complicated and depressed mood.

I originally wanted to build a mountain of corpses by relying on the corpses of the player's family, and then expand the advantage to erode the player's power a little bit. But he didn't expect that the corpses of his own tribe would be taken away by the players instead of not receiving the corpses.

It can be said to be completely reversed.

The reason why the players collect the corpses of the corpse warriors is also very simple, because the corpses of the corpses are very useful to them.

There is an ancient building in the city of Hades, which is very familiar to the earliest battle players, and that is the "Refining Corpse Room" (PS: Chapter 140 contains details).

This building is a special building built during the "Invasion of the Evil Scourge".

The function is to recycle evil corpse spirits and refine them into "corpse spirit points". Players can use corpse spirit points to cultivate one-time expendable combat corpse spirits.

However, with the end of the "evil natural disaster", this building was gradually abandoned in the city, and no one cared about it.

But this time with the zombie clan, this building has a place to play again.

Players can put the bodies of the corpse warriors into it and refine them into corpse spirit points, which can be used to make one-time combat corpse spirits, which can be recycled reasonably.

Even the bodies of many corpse warriors were placed on the "auction house". The stronger the corpse warrior before death, the higher the price of soul coins sold.

Good things are never afraid of being unaccepted, and some rich players have even threatened to store a large number of corpse points and make a battle corpse of the ghost king realm at one time.

This also forms an industrial chain.

In the follow-up, many magic chef players also joined in the use of "corpses".

For the players who have transferred to the magic chef, they only see the abundant power points in the body of the corpse warrior, which is like the food rich in protein in reality, and its "nutritional value" is very high.

Whether it tastes good or not is not a problem for magic chef players.

After all, the ability of magic chef players is to process the taste of food, remove all harmful substances, and even make "shit" delicious.

And the richer the power points contained in the "ingredients", the higher the quality of the food and the stronger the amplification effect.

These "evil" magic chef players have researched 108 corpse dark cooking packages for this purpose.

Although they know it's delicious, most players still feel shy and dare not try it. Even foodie players who want to eat all the delicacies in the game dare not challenge these alternative delicacies easily.

Therefore, eating the "corpse spirit cooking package" has become an item that only warriors dare to challenge.

However, magic chef players are not satisfied with this. After all, if there is no sales, their losses will be huge.

After all, the bodies of these corpse warriors were also bought from the auction house.

All they spend are soul coins.

Therefore, they held a food tasting conference and provided free corpse cooking packages for players to try.

Although the vast majority of players are indifferent to this, they have no intention of trying it at all.

But after all, these "foods" can actually provide boost buffs, and even permanent attribute points.

So, there is such a small group of players who bite the bullet and try.

Result: really fragrant!

As a result, this industrial chain also began to operate.

Although there are not many customers, at least they have customers and can make money.

In addition, there are many players who are trying to develop other ways to use the bodies of corpse warriors, and also want to join the ranks of earning soul coins.

Now that there is a huge consumer group, the worst thing is the body of the corpse warrior...

In the past six months, the players have gradually grown their own side by using the corpse race to plunder the forces of other races, and they have made the most of the use of corpses.

The most popular way for civilian players to move bricks has also changed from fishing to "moving corpses".

Because these moved corpses can be sold for a good price, they can be sold to rich players, or to magic chef players, etc...

The demand can be said to be huge.

Players go to Senluo Dayu, kill a few corpse warriors, and then sell a lot of soul coins.

Now even if the corpse clan doesn't want to go to war, the players won't agree.

Therefore, in this battle, the corpse race has fallen into a complete passive situation.

Not only can't take advantage of the players, but the overall strength has been weakened.

Among them, the happiest one is Lu Wule.

Players have made a lot of money by making "dead money", and their overall strength has also improved a lot, especially for Lu Wu.

Because players have to pay a handling fee for using the "corpse refining room", players also have to pay a handling fee for buying and selling corpses in the auction house. In short, Lu Wucai is the most profitable one in this battle between the player clan and the corpse clan.

This time, because of the krypton gold turntable activity, many poor players once again set their sights on the Senluo Dayu.

Players who have no small money have only one thought at the moment, and it's time to move bricks again and again.

Some came in teams, some came in the form of guild teams, and there were also groups of individual players.

The corpse clan, which has not been stable for two days, once again met the evil forces of the players, which caused them great headaches.

But all the corpses understand that they can't retreat, they can only fight with them.

Now they can only hope that Han Ba ​​will wake up soon.

Only in this way can the evil god be killed one step ahead of time, and then destroy the player family in Beiqi.

If the evil gods are allowed to wake up first, then their doomsday will come.

On the other hand, the mentality of the players is very good.

Even if Hanba wakes up first, so what, the players just want to say, you fucking jumped out of the game world to hit me.

If you can't jump out, we can still surf in three hours!

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Just when the players of Beiqi were fighting with the corpse clan of Senluo Dayu in full swing.

Feifu has ushered in a big change!

South Africa.

In a desert area far away from the city, under the endless yellow sand, there is an oasis area.

But this place is not a good place, because the most vicious group of criminals in the Republic of South Africa are imprisoned here. It was the location of the "Polsmore" prison.

An escort vehicle came from a distance, and the iron gate of Bollsmore Prison slowly opened at this moment.

As the escort vehicle drove into it, inside the barbed wire fence on both sides of the road, the prisoners all looked at the rare escort vehicle curiously, with different expressions on their faces.

There is joy, banter, and numbness...

The arrival of the escort vehicle meant that new prisoners were about to join their large group.

But those who can enter here are not good stubble, they are all deprived of political rights, basically they are either indefinitely or death row prisoners.

Here, no one can have freedom.

As the car door opened, a dark-skinned, handcuffed, burly man about 1.9 meters tall slowly stepped out of the prison car.

Immediately, cheers rang out inside the barbed wire, as if welcoming the arrival of the newcomer.

However, on their faces, there was more gloating.

The numb life makes them different from ordinary people. They are very happy to see the pain of others and take pleasure in it.

At this time, the prison guard stepped forward, greeted the escort, handed him a cigarette, and started chatting with him.

This burly black man in handcuffs and shackles just stood aside, his expression as usual, neither happy nor sad.

After smoking a cigarette, the escort got into the car, and the prison guards set their sights on the black man.

"Your name is Gangda, right? Let's go and register, this will be your future home!" As he spoke, a playful smile appeared on the prison guard's face.

Gangda heard this and nodded.

Then, under the escort of the prison guards, he stepped forward step by step, and entered a building in front of the prisoners in the barbed wire on both sides.

Afterwards, Gangda went through a series of physical examinations and met with the warden, and all the materials handed over were registered in the database.

From this moment on, he officially became a member of this prison, and he was sentenced to life imprisonment.

After a series of procedures were completed, the prison guards took Gangda to his cell, Room 707.

When walking through a passage without cameras, the prison guard suddenly stopped, turned to look at Gangda and said:

"Is there anything you want to tell me?"

Looking at the greed on the prison guard's face, Gangda shook his head.

"You don't understand the rules here?" The prison guard frowned slightly.

As prison guards in this desert area, one of their daily incomes comes from prisoners.

Most of the prisoners who want to live a good life will choose to buy the prison guards, because here, the prison guards have great rights.

The fate of offending the prison guards is even more miserable.

Hearing this, Gangda shook his head again:

"I have no money!"

"You have no money? The information shows that you robbed a vault, and the gold has not been recovered until now!" The greed on the prison guard's face appeared again.

"Well, share some with me, and I will guarantee that you can live a good life here in the future, and you must understand what this place is, without my cover, a rookie like you will end up miserable!"

Hearing this, Gangda shook his head again, his expression unchanged.

"You will regret it!" Realizing that Gangda was so ignorant, the prison guard's expression darkened.

After contemplating for a moment, he gave Gangda a slightly unwilling look, and then led him through two checkpoints and entered Room 707 where he was.

Since it was time for activities, after Gangda put down his daily necessities, he was pushed back to the playground by the prison guards.

At this time, the prison guard helped him uncuff his handcuffs and ankles, pushed him into the playground, and said:

"I advise you to think about it carefully. If you think about it, you can come to me at any time!"

With that said, the prison guard closed the iron gate of the playground.

When Gangda heard this, his face remained unchanged, and he turned his gaze to the playground.

The playground here is very large, as big as two football fields, and is divided into five areas: A, B, C, D, and E.

At this time, Gangda is located in Area B.

Seeing Gangda's arrival, a group of prisoners who were exercising on the playground quickly gathered and walked towards Gangda.

This scene did not make Gangda feel nervous, he still stood there quietly.

But the prison guards outside the barbed wire saw this scene, but turned a blind eye, and had no intention of stepping forward to stop it, and even had some small expectations.

Because that's how these prisoners welcome newcomers, it's always been that way, they're used to it.

As long as no one is killed, they don't bother to bother.

Even regard it as a touch of seasoning in a boring life.

At this time, among the group of people walking towards Gangda, the leader was a black man with a scar on his face, and most of the people who followed him were also black, there were more than twenty people.

"Hey newcomer, come here!"

Not far from Gangda, the leading bald man with a scar on his face waved to Gangda.

Seeing this, Gangda stepped towards him.

The smile on the man's face was even bigger, he took a step forward, patted Gangda on the shoulder and said:

"Rookie, this is not a good place, what crime did you commit?!"

When Gangda heard this, he said with a normal expression:

"I did not commit a crime!"

"Hahaha!" Hearing Gangda's answer, the group couldn't help laughing.

The leading man pointed to himself, then pointed to the younger brother behind him, and couldn't help but say:

"No one here is guilty, we are all innocent, just like you!"

After the words fell, the younger brothers behind him burst into laughter again.

Facing the ridicule from this group of people, Gangda kept a cold face and asked:

"Any thing else?"

"Have!"

As he said that, the man turned his head and pointed to a group of white people who were also sitting together in Area B and said:

"In our area B, there are two gangs, one is the beast I belong to, and the other is the poison of the group of white pigs. If you don't choose a gang to join, then your life here will be difficult!"

Gangda heard this, but didn't speak.

The black man was not angry either, and continued to speak:

"Our skin color is the same, you have no choice but to join us, but I am not easy to join here, you have to prove that you are useful to me, so I will give you a task first, if you can complete it, then you will be considered as joining !"

"What mission?" Gangda asked.

"It's very simple, take this, go find someone there, and then slam it on his face, remember, shake it hard!" As he said, the leading black man took the basketball from the younger brother, and then pointed to a different place. White people sitting together in the distance.

Seeing the banter on the black man's face, Gangda also smiled. He reached out to take the basketball, and then said:

"Is your gang short of a boss?"

"What?" The leading black man looked very surprised.

At this moment, Gangda suddenly slammed the basketball hard in his face, then grabbed his neck, pressed down, and went straight towards his face with his knee.

"Bang!" Blood spattered.

The black man who was the leader was dizzy from this blow, obviously he didn't expect that Gangda dared to resist him.

The furious subordinates also shot at this time.

Seeing this, Gangda immediately counterattacked.

Even though he was fighting against dozens of people, Gangda didn't panic at all.

If you get punched, hit back; if you get kicked, kick back.

The off-white striped shirt was quickly torn to pieces during the fight, and his body was painted, but Gangda was still full of fighting spirit, roaring like a beast, punching to the flesh, knocking down one attacker after another.

At this moment, Gangda's performance caught the attention of everyone in Area B.

In less than ten minutes, he knocked everyone from the Beast Gang to the ground.

Panting heavily, Gangda took off the pieces of clothes on his body, revealing his explosive muscles and the three-headed black snake tattoo on his chest. .

Panting for a moment, he slowly straightened his body, and then stepped on the head of the black man who had provoked him just now:

"Now I'll ask you one more question, do you lack a boss?"

A rookie opened the scene in this way and beat up a regional gang with a strong force value, not only everyone in the B area was stunned.

The same is true of the prison guards who saw this scene.

Looking at the gang leader struggling on the ground, Gangda suddenly turned his head to look at the prison guard on the other side of the iron gate, with a ferocious smile on his face.

The fierce look in his eyes made the prison guard subconsciously take a step back.

As if realizing that his behavior was embarrassing, the prison guard hurriedly took another step forward with an annoyed expression on his face.

Seeing this scene, Gangda laughed out loud.

Free souls are imprisoned in dark cages and dense barbed wire.

And he absolutely does not want to be bound here, until he gets what he wants, he will be the king here!

No one can stop him!

In that vague memory, he felt that he still had a name.

Moonlight!

This name does not have any meaning, but it has the belief that it is not willing to depend on others.

As if in a distant period of time, he was once the king of a piece of the world!

It seems to be an illusion, but it is so real!