The mood of the witch, falling like the Titanic, falling...

The god of the north wind alone is very difficult to deal with, and that woman can summon modern firearms such as missiles, artillery, heavy machine guns, and machine guns out of thin air.

and some near-future, terrifyingly powerful individual weapons.

To deal with it, it is bound to cause great commotion, and to attract those ubiquitous deformed creatures.

And that Balalaika is the strongest person in the entire GRU superpsychology department.

During the Sky Arena and the Realm Corridor, the Syndicate had exchanged their opponents, and the witch still remembered Tae-ho's assessment of Balalaika.

"That woman? Uh, she's pretty good. Although I won her single-handedly, neither of us made a serious move, and her true strength was definitely more than eighteenth. If any of you, other than out of control, run into her alone, you'd better run away or call for help from the others..."

As the chief of the syndicate disciples, Taihao rarely gives outsiders such a high evaluation, and witches and others have a particularly profound impact on this.

Click.

The sound of the magazine being reloaded came from behind him.

Balalaika's eyes were half-squinted, a cigarette was in the corner of her mouth, and she held a Stechkin APS automatic pistol in both hands, the muzzle of which was pointed at the witch's back.

Obviously, the automatic pistol was mediocre in the psychic detection, without any extraordinary power fluctuations, and it did not trigger the warning of any protective equipment.

The witch's heart was alarmed, and her hair stood on end, and a feeling of being targeted by carnivorous predators arose.

will die.

If you get hit by that gun, you'll die.

“...”

The witch's movements froze in place, and the pendant on her wrist, which glowed faintly, gradually dimmed.

She slowly raised her hands, indicating that she was not hostile, and at the same time looked at the god of the north wind high in the distance, and said with a blank face, "I have an automatic trigger early warning device on me.

If I am mortally threatened and lose my free, independent, and sober will, I will be forcibly awakened in an instant, and I will automatically surrender and quit the game.

So whatever you want to do, you can't threaten me, and I'll quit directly. ”

"yes, so you don't quit directly?"

Balalaika grinned and let go of the APS casually - the pitch-black fully automatic pistol did not fall to the ground, but floated in the air, and the muzzle of the gun continued to point at the witch, "Don't worry, if we want to kill you, we will do it just now." ”

The witch's face sank, and she said inwardly, "Then what do you want?" ”

Balalaika glanced at the god of the north wind in the distance, who put away his sci-fi near-future sniper rifle, stepped lightly on the broken stone staircase, and glided down to the witch, shining a flashlight on the belt at the witch's waist.

23:29:33

The countdown on the belts of the trio is exactly the same.

"Is it really the same..."

Balalaika groaned and took a puff on her cigarette, the light of the cigarette butt pulsating with her breath.

The witch subconsciously asked, "What?" ”

"Time."

Balalaika pointed to her belt and said lightly: "This thing is indeed a life-saving prop that protects players from creatures in the script world, and it is also a speed limiter for players to fight each other in the killing game." ”

As if noticing the expression on the witch's face, Balalaika said slowly in a lazy magnetic voice, "The creatures of the script world I'm talking about are not the human-headed donkeys and horses you see, but something stronger.

Compared to those things, the human head and donkey horse can only be regarded as an ant colony with no intelligence and weakness..."

Balalaika chuckled, looked down at the witch with a gloomy expression, and said casually, "You should be trying to contact the rest of the Syndicate right now, right?"

Sorry, but these floors of the building are able to absorb the vast majority of the free energy that exists.

Short-range communication is fine,

If you communicate over long distances, you can't connect at all.

We've tried this.

So don't think about getting your companions to save you.

Also...."

Balalaika looked at the witch who was a head shorter than herself, and smiled, "You don't have to worry about me and my companions snatching the crystal powder from your belt for the time being. ”

The witch said expressionlessly, "What do you mean?"

According to you, isn't the powder in the belt able to protect the player from under some monsters?

One person only has powder that lasts for 24 hours, forcing the group of players to fight each other at the beginning, snatching powder from each other to buy time for themselves.

Or are you trying to hold me hostage? Use me to force the rest of the Syndicate to surrender and hand over the powder?

Then I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed.

Players are free to surrender and quit in this stage, and no one else will surrender for me..."

"You guessed wrong."

Balalaika shook her head and pointed to the huge 37 on the wall next to her, "This is the thirty-seventh floor of the building, and we escaped from one of the pipes on the thirty-ninth floor.

In other words, the building has at least forty floors of physical space, each of which is vast and difficult to communicate.

In this case, with the degree of dispersion between the players, there is definitely no way to find other players in a very short time. By fighting, obtain the powder of the radiation device that maintains the authentication example.

300 players, 24 hours each, live here for 168 hours, and the final winner is 50 people

A simple math shows that even if all the time powder is combined, it is not enough for 50 people to live for 168 hours.

If you try to guess the intent of the killing game, you can get a possibility..."

The witch's mind changed sharply, and she immediately reacted, "One, the powder is not enough, even if the players fight each other, they will inevitably use up all the powder they find after four to five days, and then be attacked."

At that point, most of the surviving players will be hunted down.

Second, there is not enough powder, but the player can get protection by occasionally putting in the powder. If there is no time for powder replenishment, you need to hide in Tibet to avoid danger.

Third, in addition to killing each other, players can also obtain a small amount of powder from the script world in other ways, so as to survive for seven days..."

"That's right, you're smart."

Balalaika nodded, "The first and second possibilities are not high, if you have seen the so-called [security guards] on the 39th floor, slaughtering distorted constructs,

You know that even the top 50 players will have a hard time surviving surrounded by security guards.

So the most likely is the third.

There are places on this map that contain crystal powder for maintenance devices, as well as information that allows us to understand the background setting of the map's worldview.

In other words, as long as supplies can be found, we have no reason to eliminate you and get your powder—you're a good helper in battle and a hostage to the Syndicate.

No matter what, Runaway and Taihao will not turn a blind eye to your death, and maybe they will form an alliance with us to jointly deal with the overwhelming European Heavy Industries Group-

The latter must have guessed what I was thinking, and by this time they had already begun to form a gang and search for some kind of instrument and device in the level.

You are of use to us. ”

"Huh."

The witch grinned, and was about to say something sarcastic, when she heard a loud explosion in the distance.

Rumble!!!

A fiery sword 100 meters long pierced the metal roof in the sky,

The incomparably dazzling light shines into the 37th floor, which has been dim for an unknown amount of time.

Bang la blah.

After a single blow, the Blazing Flame Sword slowly disappeared, and the fiery red steel melted by the Blazing Flame Sword fell like a crimson waterfall.

Through the cracks in the sky, you can see the dark space above the roof.

Michael's Flaming Sword...

The witch took a deep breath, and with her eyesight just now, she couldn't recognize the specific length of this flaming sword, and guessed which layer Michael was on now,

And where she was, and what she was facing, swung this sword.

"No matter how many times I see it, it's still spectacular..."

Balalaika looked at the rapidly cooling fiery steel, sighed, and waved her hand, letting the witch and the god of the north wind follow her in the opposite direction of the flaming sword.

"Huh?"

The witch glanced at the crack in the sky behind her, turned her attention away from the levitating pistol pointed at her, looked at Balalaika and asked, "Aren't you looking for someone to form an alliance?" Go to Michael! ”

"The oracles who walk in the world do not care about the opinions of mortals."

Balalaika said lightly: "Divine envoy, how can it be possible to form an alliance with mortals? ”