Martin clasped his hands to his chest, even if he didn't know where the god-level bigwigs in the void were, his head never drooped.

A man's rocker is like that, if you bend it down once, it will break.

A broken spine will never stand upright.

He was both for himself and for the pride that melted into his soul.

The pride of the king!

Maybe you can press me to the ground and rub it hard today!

But don't let me find a chance, or I'll be happy to show you what Ragnarok is!

Martin kept fantasizing maliciously as he waited.

At this point, the initial voice spoke: "Human, your proposal is interesting. The gods feel that you, the inventor, are not even maggot-level in strength, so it would be too boring to let you die like this. The gods allow you to gain a not-so-excessive advantage in the next deathmatch. ”

Uh, not even maggots?

At this moment, 10 million grass and mud horses were running happily in Martin's heart, shouting as he ran: "Hold the grass!

A few green tendons bulged out on his forehead, but in the end, Martin still decided - I endure!

"Well, my request is ......"

A minute later, after listening to Martin's request, the guy who was supposed to be an oracle was obviously a little confused.

Another voice came from the void: "We promised!"

At this moment, at the camp on the bank of the river near the southeastern border of the province of Bakaria, the king's envoy was in a hurry.

"What should I do!!

Not to mention the messengers, the other knights and guards were all dead. As a guard, but he lost the important members of his guard, according to the law of the kingdom, the sin should be beheaded. Even if someone helps to intercede, it is estimated that they will be swept to the end, and they will shed their skin if they don't die, and they will also affect their family and friends.

As if petrified, Gal sat on his knees where Martin had disappeared. His mind went blank because his greatest meaning in life had just disappeared.

If it weren't for Martin, he might have survived the brutal orc siege, but he was not destined to become a knight due to his poor background and little talent for sword-wielding. He just liked to use guns, not knights' riding spears, but pikemen's spears. In this regard, his talent is unmatched.

It was Martin who had single-handedly lifted him up from a peasant and dragged him into the city lord's guard.

Even the guards who can't protect the master well have no value in existence.

I guess I will be executed by the order of Knight Kuden and others.

Just when everyone was at a loss, there was a sudden vision in the place where Martin had just disappeared, and a burst of divine golden light came out.

"Ahh

The gods of the human kingdom are basically common, with the Rick Empire worshipping Sigma, the god of light, as the main god, and Bakaria worshipping as the god of knights.

It's just that the god of knights hasn't sent an angel for decades, and only occasionally answers the prayers of the faithful. If it weren't for the sudden appearance of Sylvie, the Knight of the Holy Grail, the Bakarians would have thought that they had lost the favor of the god of knights.

The oracle did not reveal his true face, only the divine golden light confirmed his identity. Even if a mortal looked up, he could only see a vague golden figure.

He spoke: "Martin Lorraine is safe for the time being, but he's caught in a game of the gods. Now Sigma God and Martin Lorraine need your help. ”

This sentence sounded like heaven in the ears of the Bakarian people......

Martin didn't know if it would happen, because no one could say for sure. I think that before I crossed over, I might go bankrupt if I helped an old woman, which is really ......

The human heart is unpredictable!

And just like that, the otherworldly version of PUBG Battle Royale began.

In Martin's imagination, even if these otherworldly gods don't get a plane out, they will have to get a copycat version of [Divine Fire Crow]! or a hot air balloon or something.

What the hell is this now?

More than a hundred people were crammed into a huge confined space. Although Martin would like to describe it as similar to the cabin of a large aircraft like the Airbus A380, the squirming walls directly make Martin feel creepy!

What the hell is this?

Why does he seem to be in the belly of a giant serpent?

Will there be any acid rushing in?

Martin forced himself not to think too much and focus on the opponent around him. It's a pity that the otherworldly gods of the super chicken thief covered everyone's appearance and body with a layer of mysterious magical brilliance, and the only thing that could be seen was each other's body outlines.

The system elves silently helped Martin count out, there were about 60 orcs, half-orcs and chaos guys, and the rest could be confirmed to have 10 dwarves, 20 humans, and 10 elve-like guys.

Why probably?

Because the Kaos world is unreliable just by looking at the body size, the half-orcs of the hybrid are similar in size to those barbarians in the Northlands, and then Martin, who lacks consultation, can't tell the difference between the body outline of the wood elves and the barbarians in the south of the continent.

Also, the silhouette of humans and vampires is the same.

At the end of the day, it's really just as the gods envisioned, a real scuffle.

Also, the high-altitude skydiving that was said to be good is no longer a play.

The transparent roof of the pod represents a large island suspended above the transport. According to the oracle, if anyone wants to reach this continent, they pull the handle on their seat, and they will be ejected straight to the continent, which is considered an arena.

Of course, this oracle obviously did not belong to some good deity, and he didn't say anything about what would happen if he didn't eject after crossing this island.

Probably going to be exterminated!?

Unlike the game PUB, it is a giant transport plane that crosses the island. After emitting a continuous "ping-pong" loud sound, the transport cabin suddenly began to accelerate, showing a momentum of rushing upwards and going straight to the sky.

Martin sensitively noted that this transport pod was a bit ...... The follow-up is powerless!

I'll rub it!

Could it be that this thing is going to have a parabola?

Does this not mean that all but those who are ejected at the highest point will suffer?

Just then, Martin heard a "thump" ejection sound from beside him. He noticed that on the transparent screen on the roof of the cabin, glowing objects that looked like drill bits were ejected around the contestants.

"It's not the highest point yet!" Martin said to himself, "But if you let a powerful contestant die like this at this point in time, those evil gods will agree?"

It didn't take long for Martin to figure out what was going on.

It was true that the small drill-shaped transport pods that ejected out could not reach the isolated island of the arena on their own, but the four directions of the isolated island suddenly generated a huge vortex at this time, sucking all the contestants who had not yet reached the isolated island.