"Great Sigma!"

"O Radiant Lord who gives all wisdom, dignity, and strength!"

"Knowing my heart, my thinking, what I will accomplish......"

Beside Martin, Francis, who had been steadfast and felt that she would not be knocked down by anything and desperation, was now on one knee, her eyes closed, her hands folded, and her mouth constantly chanting prayers of prayer, praying for faith to calm the fear in her heart.

He was not surprised that Francis behaved like this, and it was normal for any fourteen-year-old girl to be frightened when she saw such a horrific scene.

Maybe in the eyes of others or the gods, a calm guy like him is not normal.

Martin wanted to be scared too.

The problem is that as a time-traveler, he has been poisoned by the VR versions of "Evil Within", "Escape", and "Resident Evil 7", and he has also grown up watching horror movies such as "Alien" and "Prometheus", Martin's immunity to this kind of horror is obviously above the daughter of a nobleman who has never really seen the world.

The footless thing, at first glance, is a guy who affects the cityscape and the entire bloody competition. In Martin's imagination, it is impossible for it to pass through such a small gap in space and really descend here as its whole body.

No, it should be said that even if it is a real evil god, if it makes such a big deal, the gods of this bloody competition will not let it go.

In just a minute, when it had contentedly devoured the four hapless ghosts it had sacrificed, a huge eye emerged from its fat ellipsoidal body, as if to keep in its mind the blasphemers of Martin and Francis, who had 'humiliated' it and refused to be devoured by it.

If it had been Martin in the past, he might have trembled.

Since fusing some of Gilgamesh's soul fragments, he has also noticed a change in himself.

"Ugly thing! Since you know you're ugly, you dare to appear in front of me!?You want to remember me?Very well, I remember you too—the next time we meet, it's your death!"

Fifty meters away, Martin undeterred the proclamation of the lore.

The Footless understood, and it let out a strange cry of rage again. But, as Martin expected, it began to withdraw.

A blood-red halo fell from the sky, as if it had touched the fat pork with a red-hot iron, and the limbs of the footless immediately emitted a scorching smell of burnt roasting just by touching the red light. It screamed, roared, and contracted its limbs in fear at high speed.

In the blink of an eye, there was no longer any existence that belonged to it in the area that it was ravaging just now.

Large expanses of trees, grass, and stones were swept away, revealing a large bare clearing and four unusually conspicuous boxes wrapped in sparse divine aura.

With one hand on France's shoulder, Martin said in a deep voice, "Whether you curse this bloody competition from the bottom of your heart, or you still want to survive in your heart. We all have no time to waste. Come on!"

With that, he walked straight to the four boxes.

Perhaps, those four guys were all strong men that Martin couldn't beat at all.

Now they're all dead, dead on Martin's 'fights.'

The method of 'persuasion' is a bit dishonorable, even quite cruel.

Martin has no regrets at all.

This is to eliminate harm for the people.

The difference is only in the borrowed hand of the monster.

Martin had expected it would take him a moment to recover, but he only took three steps before he heard Francis's footsteps as she got up and followed.

Martin stood still and turned his head: "Sure enough, you didn't disappoint me. ”

Francis pursed her lips, and for a moment, she almost wanted to tell her real name and identity, so that this unworthy fellow could be shocked. But she suppressed her impulses.

She gritted her teeth and said, "If the only survivor must be decided in the end, I will not hesitate." I have more important things to do. ”

This is a manifesto and an early confession.

Martin suddenly felt that she was cute, because a truly despicable person would only kill him at the most critical moment, instead of alerting his 'allies' in advance to make him wary.

Martin smiled, and he began to appreciate the meaning behind this bloody arena. If it is a simple Gu cultivation to determine the only winner, there is no need to be so troublesome at all.

This contest clearly involves some kind of game of the gods.

The gods of different formations use the contestants of their own clan as spokespersons to compete to the death. Since it is said that the top ten will have a life to go back, then as long as she enters the top ten, Francis, who has been aiming to survive from the beginning, will be considered to have achieved her goal.

Martin could feel the weakness in her so-called showdown declaration.

Martin, on the other hand, in the wasteland, was more interested in the gear he could bring home.

Martin smiled, "We're not going to get to that point. At the end of the day, there were only two of us left...... I have a good idea that doesn't hurt your friendship with me. ”

Franise also smiled, laughing so much that the country and the city were smiling, laughing at the beginning of the winter snow, and the beauty made Martin stunned: "I really don't know where you got so many ghost ideas." However, if we can all go back, I will be very eager to see you in reality. ”

"Me too. ”

Very interesting, the four boxes left by the four dead ghosts are exactly in the shape of a quadrangle.

Recalling a team of funny anchors named 'Four Boxes Courtyard Face Representative', Martin had a smile on his face.

No matter what, if you pass four boxes at once, fools know that this time it's going to be sent.

"You ...... first" was funny, and the two of them actually said in unison.

Martin is in the spirit of ladies first.

Francis, however, said with a straight face: "All the credit for killing these four people is yours." So you go first!"

At the end, she added: "I insist!"

Martin shrugged his shoulders and said to himself, "Okay!

Franise was half-crouched around, holding the machete, which was out of step with her style of drawing, and looked around warily.

Martin was not polite, time was limited, and he walked at a rapid pace, without losing vigilance, and reached for the four boxes.

These four guys are indeed fat, and there are so many things that they almost dazzle Martin's kryptonite eyes.

After killing the opponent, you can also snatch all the equipment from the opponent, which is the charm of PUBG. In reality, of course, the winner gets everything, but it's not so convenient! Fortunately, the gods freely converted all the equipment, so that Martin didn't have a lot of troubles.

At the first glance of the contents of the first bag, Martin shouted, "Francis, you come here and get a hammer first." ”

The female knight was stunned for a moment, but still nodded.