Strictly speaking, after deducting the amount they owe to pay, the testers didn't get as many contribution points as they thought they would have in this event. Even if many people kill dozens of monsters, they only have less than 100 contribution points. Without it, their resurrection consumes too much contribution, after all, there is no way to recover their corpses and equipment on the battlefield.

Many people have lost two of their bodies, and have been left with a heavy psychological shadow because they have faced death many times. The unlucky group were swept up in the aftermath of that blow, watching their bodies instantly be smashed into a puddle of smithereens by the huge pressure.

"Is this the power of the gods... It's horrible, it's incredible. A few pale and depressed fellows sat around the tavern, sighing and drinking bitter dark beer. This beer made with black apples tastes terrible and has a lot of impurities, but it can refresh the mind in a short period of time.

The large new screen in the tavern was showing footage of the collision recorded from multiple angles. The terrifying scene like a meteorite hitting the ground was carefully dissected and accompanied by detailed explanations. This also made everyone deeply feel how dangerous the so-called 'saving the world' they are doing now is, and if you are not careful, it will really kill people!

Even if the official guarantees the safety of their soul consciousness, the fear and pain of death are unavoidable. If it weren't for the fact that their minds were severely affected by prolonged exposure to psionic powers, and they had become less phosphic about death, at least a third of the testers would have become insane. After all, dying or coming alive five or six times in just a few hours is not a great experience.

"I've decided! I'm going to have surgery this time, and I'm going to save up for an exoskeleton mech! Those mech pilots have all made a lot of money this time!" The dark beer wasn't strong enough to get people drunk, but it was good enough to get them excited. No, a few people who were sick just now because the mental impact was too strong were already dancing with their eyebrows dancing unconsciously.

"Hehe," the other person smiled disdainfully, and slapped the wooden cup on the table hard, "The number one on the list this time is not a mecha pilot, but a super soldier who has cultivated the Divine Martial Arts to the sixth volume and has undergone the second stage of surgery!"

He looked at the few people sitting around the round table and snorted, "If he can hold on, he can even upgrade himself to the two-star hero level by performing a seven-stage operation!"

As they spoke, several people sighed again. The effect of the dark beer came and went quickly, and after a while, several people helped each other out of the tavern. Even if there are no wounds in their bodies, the pain that has been deeply imprinted on them is not so easy to dissipate.

Inside, Tunia was wiping her glass in the bar, smiling and humming the old song of the Winged People, and as the living conditions improved, in addition to the grassy bread that everyone avoided but had to eat with their noses pinched, the tavern began to serve slightly better rye bread, and a few fat birds caught from the forest made golden roasts and fragrant scrambled eggs appear on the table for the first time.

Of course, watching them tear the wings of birds or something, it does make the winged girl feel a little subtle. But this strange group of people, ah, by the way, and the very special and featureless people who have recently appeared, are very good warriors to rely on. They are very enthusiastic about the strange tasks they post, even if they are just going to the forest to catch a nest of tusked rabbits or collect some wild vegetables and fruits, they do it perfectly, and sometimes they exceed the task.

She pulled out the boxy black box from under the bar, a gift from Hope City, a birthday present from the god's chief priest, the Winged Princess Ethel for her birthday.

Somewhat awkwardly, Tunia opened her tablet and entered the 'Post Task' interface that she had been using lately. "Hmm... There's not enough food in the tavern, and those little fat chirps have a bit of a big appetite, I want to think... There are also firewood and seasonings that need to be replenished......"

After a few moments, she clapped her hands in relief, "Alright! That's it for today's Dailies." Not long after uploading the tasks she had set to the chief priest, she saw that the tasks were added to the task blackboard hanging in the tavern. Immediately, more than a dozen people rushed up to snatch these tasks cleanly.

After posting the mission, the Winged Maiden sat on a barstool with her tablet in her arms, humming a little song and began to browse the forums that were only open to testers and some of the indigenous people.

"Shocking! The twelve volumes of Divine Refining Martial Arts can actually open up the virtual battle space!"

"One of my thoughts is on the new features that were officially provided at this event. ”

"Surgery is risky, and the transformation needs to be cautious!"

Compared with the lively scene on weekdays, the forum in recent days has been particularly deserted. However, most of the people are still in the mental depression caused by the excessive number of deaths, and those who can get rid of this pressure are busy getting familiar with the newly exchanged equipment and abilities, and for a while, the number of people who go to the forum to irrigate is much smaller.

There are few people in the controversial posts that fight on weekdays, and there are only a few super idlers who have a word of nonsense. Tunia glanced at the top few posts on the top, and found that there were no interesting new speeches, but a daily serialized diary post was updated.

She clicked on this post titled 'The black-hearted boss squeezes the employees and is inhumane and intolerable', and found that there were more than 100 people in it who left messages under the landlord's update, and supported him to beat the boss's dog head with a stick. After special processing, the text villain who was activated fought in the post, and it was a chicken feather.

After carefully reading the latest update, Tunia also wrote her own message at the end of the post: Support the landlord, blow up the boss's dog's head!

......

A group who didn't want to reveal his identity was humming and chirping in front of the computer and typing, and more than a dozen tentacles were running at full speed, dragging out the afterimages. His face was full of murder, and he poked the keyboard viciously, as if it were something he hated so much.

"The old and the young are all the same! When it's really time for them to contribute, they will run fast!" Tuanzi rolled up a large glass of fruit wine on the table and poured it into his stomach, sighed irritably, and continued to mumble: "What is going into outer space, what is going to review schoolwork and prepare to seize the authority of the spiritual power network, what is all left to you! To put it bluntly, isn't it lazy!"

He continued to poke and poke on the keyboard, "I'm just an ordinary information management terminal! I was asked to be solely responsible for such a big post-disaster reconstruction work, I think you are clearly making things difficult for me Qixing No. 36!"

Maybe it was ingesting too much junk information, and the ball spun around the table in a bit of a daze, but even so, it didn't forget to continue to fight with those guys on the forum.

"The dog's head that blows up the boss?" he squinted at the little ones who were smiling down there with a look of pity, "what a fearless one is the ignorant, even if you don't know who he is, the fact that he is the highest authority in the Vault World doesn't change anything. In the kingdom of a god, the mouth is not inferior, tsk......"

Tuanzi shook his body and sobered up a little, he rubbed his eyes and carefully counted the number of people who left messages below, "Tsk, this time there is a good show, I don't know what kind of way this demigod will punish these guys." ”

Later in the day, more than 100 people had to go offline and squat in the toilet for a whole day because they had eaten bad stomachs, and the tavern was made a mess by the fat chirps raised in the back kitchen, and had to close down for a day.

No one knows why, except for the dango of a certain culprit.

......

In the Cape Canaveral launch site area, a half-embodied illusion has shrouded the entire launch site and its surroundings, and all the staff members have been memorized and stood in the warehouse like a large group of dull-faced pale zombies. Only a handful of robots are on hand to keep an eye on them to avoid any surprises.

"Sir, everything is ready, the launch window will be in an hour and forty-five minutes!"

Ke Bowen saluted and reported to the Data God avatar angrily, and at the same time took out a large handful of dog tags from his armor layer space.

"Three hours ago, an American army of unknown origin suddenly broke into our cordon and was swept away by Mecaden. But we suspect it was a premeditated temptation. ”

Su Xing replied lightly, "Don't worry, this is just a small action of some guys, and I will soon let them understand what the results of doing this kind of thing under the noses of others will be!"

He grinned as he looked at the few communications captured by the divine realm, his white teeth reflecting a terrifying cold light in the sunlight.

"Fake order to mobilize the SEALs? These guys are a little bit clever. But that's all you can do, so I'll give you a 59 points!"

He snorted, and in a blur of his figure, he had already dived to the first level.