Needless to say, these guys, who didn't even grasp the timing of the ejection, have survived for the time being. It's just that the gods have such good intentions.

What awaits these guys is probably an indiscriminate brawl in a narrow space.

No, or maybe that's exactly what those violent orcs crave.

Martin trembled, he really didn't dare to imagine how perverted the strongmen in this world were. Rao is that he has the ability to split fruits, and he doesn't dare to guarantee that he will survive in that level of melee, and a smarter guy finds that his flaw is his feet, then his only fate is to be finished.

For example, the orc thief Skak or something that Sylvi faced last time, that kind of speed and agility, Martin felt his scalp tingle just looking at it.

Now that he didn't have time to think too much, Martin took a deep breath, saw the opportunity, and jerked the handle.

The instant acceleration from zero to 100 kilometers per hour almost made Martin burst his veins.

It felt like a rocket, the surging impact on Martin's face, making it seem as if it had been ripped from the muscles of his cheeks, sticking to his face in a weird way.

"Oh...... Woooooooo

It was dark in front of me, and I couldn't see anything.

Can't breathe, dizzy.

God meow, this otherworldly version of 'eating chicken' is not fun at all!

It didn't take long for Martin to regain his sight in front of him, and by the time his vision changed from dim and blurry to clear, he was very close to the island.

"Boom, boom!"

The sound was similar to the roar of an airplane engine as it pumped its propellers with all its might.

At this time, Martin noticed that the drill he was riding on was transparent. With just a twist of his head, he could see that there were at least a dozen golden drills flying around him.

Martin scolded: "Nima, do you want to kill the master me as soon as he reaches the ground!?"

Without saying a word, Martin directly shook the preset joystick between his legs. In the scenario that Martin told the gods, each contestant had autonomy and decided to parachute there. Now it seems that the gods have changed their way, not by airdropping, but by drilling into the ground, but with the same limited control over the direction of the drill's travel.

Martin shook the rocker and immediately felt the drill change direction slightly.

Pulling the joystick to the far right in one breath, the drill immediately made a right-angle turn of almost 90 degrees.

The guys in the back who tried to catch him were scrambling, and some of them made their drills swing from side to side and even started spinning, and only three or four guys barely kept up with Martin's change of direction.

Martin laughed: "Turtles, do you still want to keep up with me, Master, I am known as the Autumn-named Float God, the Martin of the alias Aston Martin!"

Martin jerked the stick back with a swift movement, then moved forward sharply again. This caused the entire drill to take on a posture that was almost elegant, hovering in the void for half a second.

The few drills that couldn't change direction all went to the right, and Martin shook them off and headed south.

In the map setting he told the gods, there should be a fortress. After all, there can't be any airports in another world, but there should be one that is so fat and leaking that it is similar to an airport. So Martin and became a fortress.

Theoretically, the stronghold is the kind of place where the most equipment can be picked up.

Of course, that kind of place can be clearly seen ten kilometers away, no matter what, wealth and danger are sought, fight!

Martin gritted his teeth and drove the 'drill' directly in the direction of the fortress.

"Boom!"

It's close!

It's closer!

For a moment, Martin thought his drill was going to hit the crust of the isolated island.

I don't know if it was the protection of divine power or something else, when Martin's drill bit hit the translucent formation without slowing down, the drill bit seemed to crash into a layer of viscous paste, not to mention the speed of 100 kilometers per hour suddenly decreased rapidly.

The moment the drill bit pierced the ground, the drill bit that enveloped Martin suddenly disappeared.

The speed is reduced, but the speed is not zero!

As if flying out of a high-speed bicycle, Martin's whole body was thrown into the air.

"Leap of Faith...... What—"

Martin screamed, and following the trajectory, he would fall into a muddy pool.

Originally, Martin almost wanted to save himself with the ability to split the fruit, but thinking that maybe all the great gods were watching him, in the end, Martin turned his heart sideways, danced on the ground, and fell into it screaming.

"Poof!"

Unbeknownst to Martin, at this moment, the Sigma God who was watching him held his forehead, the Knight God bowed his head, and all the evil gods around him erupted in ugly laughter.

Martin, who was almost suffocated in the pond by "Gollum ......", struggled to climb up the mud pond and found himself a mud man.

Ignoring all that, Martin almost took off his wet mud shirt and pants and ran towards the fortress.

Martin, who only has a pair of pants left, looks very funny.

He didn't know that the orc god was letting out a loud laugh at this time: "Hahaha! This kid is so thin and weak, he is really not as good as maggots, and the weakest goblin among my believers can easily take him down." ”

The gods of humanity had dark faces and did not say a word.

They are also sighing, with Martin's performance, it seems that a guy with such a good brain will be a wise general in the future, no matter how bad he is. It's a pity that the king of Bakaria is a pig, so many people protect him, and he still touched Martin's side for the assassin and gave Martin a knife.

As long as Martin wasn't stained with those special poisons with curses, there was no way the orc god could have pulled Martin to this damn bloody arena, and there wouldn't be so much to do.

Right now...... Alas!

Martin didn't care so much. Because he had noticed that there was also a cluster of light in the southeast corner of the fortress. And then there are also in the southwest, and there are also a few clusters of light due west.

Martin spat fiercely: "Cut! Sure enough, the fortress has a big target, so the tree is a big wind?"

Whether or not they come to this neighborhood of their own volition, it's clear that these guys will become potential adversaries for themselves. Martin doesn't know what the gods will do to change PUBG* Battle Royale to, and since the core gameplay remains the same, his race against time will not change.

It was evening, in the glow of the setting sun, and the fortress revealed its true face to Martin.

It was the ruins of a fortress, to be exact.

The fortress has a typical orc style, full of decorations made of giant beast pelts and teeth. On either side of the gate, there are two huge horns that spiral downwards and are two stories high. It is completely conceivable that if it is a guy who is full of energy, the sound of the horn will definitely be the kind of loud sound that resounded in all directions.

The massive fence, which is more than five stories high, is made of some kind of black dirt ash mixed with rubble, which looks like it can be smashed through with a catapult.

The system elve's judgment to Martin is 'indestructible'.

Martin frowned slightly: "Is it thick and hard?"

That's when Martin saw the first piece of gear he could pick up.