Fresh earthy floral scent...

Leon opened his eyes and scanned his surroundings.

It's about a wasteland, and the brownish-yellow soil under your feet is covered with sparse weeds and wildflowers.

100 meters away is a lush dense forest, and more than 200 meters behind the plain, there are stone monuments.

The surface of the stele is pitch black, and the height and shape of the stele are different, and even the smallest stele is three meters high and one meter wide when exposed on the ground.

All the steles facing Leon were carved with different golden lines, which were chic and messy, resembling cursive handwriting and some unknown pattern.

Of course, the most striking thing about the stele is that it is a completely different stele - not the common sacred beast (one of the nine sons of the dragon, also known as Baxia, resembling a turtle and carrying a stele)

Rather, it is a lifelike stone statue of a group of creatures with twisted limbs and strange shapes.

All the creatures carved in stone seemed to have emerged from the darkest and most terrifying nightmare, with hideous faces and silent screams, as if they were about to break free from the eternal suppression of the stone tablets.

All the steles are separated from each other by a standard thirty meters, joining in a straight and intermittent line, dividing the wilderness into two halves.

The warm sunlight sown by the high sun pierced through the drifting clouds and shone on the cold and smooth black surface of the stone monument, but it made people feel a biting chill inexplicably.

Of course, none of this matters for now...

Leon turned his head to look at the other figures standing in the same wasteland as him.

A tall, middle-aged man in a brown trench coat with an open book in his hand;

a blonde youth in a suit with a strong physique, a muscular build, and angular features;

a red-haired female pirate with a long knife at her waist;

a teenager piloting a humanoid mecha;

Woman with a longbow in her hand, a quiver around her waist, and a skull mask with only the upper half of her face;

It's broken.

Several people standing in different parts of the wasteland clearly read this emotion from each other's eyes in the exchange of eyes.

Hohenheim, David, Ambery, Ding Shinji, Liu Wuxian, and Leon in the white coat of the dragon head in the bell tower.

In this scripted mission, the six players who appeared turned out to be the strongest ones who survived to the end of the battle for the door.

According to the common sense that the difficulty of the script task is affected by the number of players, level, strength and other factors? How difficult is this mission? I'm afraid it's not optimistic.

The most important thing is that the system prompt has not sounded for a long time? What is the goal and format of the mission? Whether the player who appears here is friend or foe, there is no hint at all...

Six players standing in a hexagonal shape looking at each other? The silence was silent, and finally it was David who broke the silence.

"Uh..."

This blonde young man from the FBI's Special Accident Division, who was previously ranked 10th in the personal combat power rankings? Glancing around? With a warm smile on his face, he smiled and said, "It's been a long time since I saw you. ”

"Hmm." Hohenheim, who looked like an ordinary university professor, nodded faintly, with an approachable, friendly smile on his face.

Ding Shinji licked his lips a little nervously-

Of the six people present? Is Hohenheim the second only powerhouse in the previous personal power rankings second only to the Cold Water Stone? David, Ambury and others also had exaggerated devastation in the closing stages of the battle for the gates.

Although the Kui Niu mecha piloted by Ding Shinji was fully upgraded after the Battle for the Gate, it had a new look and was equipped with many additional parts.

But he's mixed in with the crowd? There is still a sense of déjà vu that sheep are in the tiger herd.

And, of course, these two...

Ding Shinji's gaze turned to Liu Wuxian and Li Ang.

Needless to say, the former? The daughter of the Liu family, a supernumerary member of the Special Affairs Bureau.

And the latter, to some extent, is also an old friend of the Secret Service? In the last battle for the door, he personally ended the invincible demon general Qingqiu Fox, with both strength and resourcefulness? It is highly rated within the intelligence analysis department of the Secret Service ...

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Leon had an inexplicable expression on his face? "Is my handsomeness burning your eyes like light?"

You put a layer of black stockings on your head in the mouth of the dragon head mask? We can't even see your face, where is the handsome saying, hey.

Ding Zhenji resisted the urge to complain, and controlled the Kui Niu mecha to raise his arm and point at Li Ang, "Brother Li, you recliner..."

"When you're old, your waist is not good, you can sit and never stand, you can lie down and never sit, is there a problem?"

Li Ang didn't know when he took out a chestnut-colored, old-fashioned-style rattan recliner that could be swayed back and forth from the sodium ring, lay on it, and said righteously: "Young people like you who have no life experience don't know how to take care of their waist now, and when they get old, they will have back pain, shoulder pain, neck pain, and it is not easy to wear a good back." ”

Hasn't that thing been confirmed to be an IQ tax a long time ago? And why did you even take out a parasol and sunscreen? Don't just want to bask in the sun just because the sun is good!

Ding Zhenji complained frantically in his heart, but his mouth let out an embarrassing and polite laugh.

The cockpit of the Kui Niu mecha is isolated from light, but after the teleportation is over and he sees other players nearby who he knows, Ding Zhenji chooses to turn on the optical camouflage function on the surface of the Kui Niu mecha.

Let Li Ang and Liu Wuxian see his appearance to show their identities - Li Risheng and Liu Wuxian have a good relationship with the Secret Service Bureau, and they are potential teammates with closer interests in this script mission.

"Huh,"

Hohenheim, who was holding the Book of Sand, looked at Leon who was lying on the rattan recliner and swayed back and forth, and said with a smile: "Because the system prompt didn't sound, I don't know if the others are friends or foes, so why don't you just wait for work?" ”

He paused, his gaze swept over David and the others, and said slowly, "Do you feel it?" The malice of this world. ”

Malicious? What malice?

Doubts appeared in Ding Shinji's mind,

Seeing Amberi nodding lazily, David hummed softly, his brows furrowed, and his expression solemn.

As if seeing Ding Zhenji's confusion, Liu Wuxian put his hand on the long bow and said in a calm tone: "The speed at which the spiritual power recovers has slowed down. ”

"Huh?"

Ding Zhenji's heart moved, as a qualified person who specializes in driving combat mechanical vehicles, the upper limit of his spiritual power is not high, but it is enough to use some more practical low-level skills.

However, the upgraded cockpit of the Kui Niu mecha can monitor his various physiological indicators through the electrode patches inside the combat anti-load suit.

This includes the natural recovery rate of spiritual power.

"How can the spiritual power recovery rate be one-tenth of the original?"