Running hard, the dense green leaves retreated rapidly in the sight of the ink wilderness, and a trace of turbid ** or white foam extended to the corners of the mouth, accompanied by a violent breath that was so thick that it was like a bellows pulling, and there was a hideous beast howl from behind.

Mo Huang never thought that he would one day run a marathon at such a crazy speed, obviously he could only run for 13 seconds when he ran a hundred meters in school, and it took a lot of perseverance to run a 4,000-meter run, but now I'm afraid that I've run tens of thousands of meters, right?

Intense pain came from the limbs and every organ in the body, even breathing became an indescribable punishment, the brain became completely blank, and only the obsession of escape was at work.

Running for their lives, but unable to escape from this deadly death, the howl of the beast is getting closer and closer.

Mo Huang fell suddenly, and the momentum of the rapid run made him glide five or six meters on the dirt ground paved with fallen leaves and stones at a fairly high speed, and when he raised his head, the pain in his flesh could not expel the panic in his heart at all, and the blood seeped into his eyes, making his vision scarlet, and the blood flowed through his nose, making him smell a fishy stench, flowing through his lips, leaving only a faint bitterness and fishy sweetness.

It's the smell of your own blood, and it's the sounding of the death knell.

A snow-white beast shadow appeared in Mo Huang's sight, with a hideous scream and swooped down, Mo Huang only had time to raise his hand to block, the outcome was naturally self-evident, the vain and humble resistance was completely unable to resist the ravages of the snow-white beast, Mo Huang watched his arm break almost elbow-to-elbow, being chewed by the snow-white beast hideously.

In Mo Huang's eyes, which were gradually smeared with blood, the figure of a snow-white beast was reflected.

Snow-white fur, cartoon watery eyes, fat head and big ears, like a huge cartoon rabbit, people stand up, one meter and five years old, if somewhere else, maybe many people will shout for it loudly so cute and cute, but now, open the furry three-petal lips, revealing the three rows of fangs that are as terrifying as aliens, the fangs are like razors gnawing the arms torn from Mo Huang's body, and the expression is comfortable like Mo Huang's usual barbecue and chicken crispy bones, and the blood splashed out of the three-petal lips when chewing, with the bloody beast eyes, looks as terrifying as the hellish dead beast。

The threat of death was so close at hand, Mo Huang's brain went blank, and at this last moment, a howl of all his strength spat out from his lungs, and his heart beat like thunder, and the sound exploded.

"Damn aliens, I'm *** your eighteenth generation ancestors!!"

With the fear of death and the desire to survive, Mo Huang howled, his back was forced, and he bounced on the ground like a fish, and the whole person frantically pounced on the rabbit-like beast, opened his mouth, and bit the rabbit's neck fiercely.

The smell of blood seeped into his mouth, and a sharp pain hit his mind, facing the extremely flexible fur of the rabbit beast, Mo Huang bit fiercely, the tips of his teeth were hard, and he cut hard, even if he was so hard that the canine teeth fell out, he didn't care.

At the end of his life, all thoughts were far away from Mo Huang's mind, except for ......

Blood for blood, tooth for tooth!

The rabbit beast was in pain, struggling to shake its fat body, but it couldn't shake off the ink wilderness that turned on the mad dog mode, but at this moment, the companion of the rabbit beast came, and the same obese person stood rabbit, and these later rabbits opened their three-petal lips one after another, and the fangs like aliens glowed with sharp cold light in the air, and then pounced fiercely on the body of the ink wilderness.

Clearly feeling the pain of the flesh being torn apart, the red-eyed Mo Huang was like a mad demon, biting the neck of the rabbit beast until his life was completely lost from his body, and he never let go.

When the darkness of death came as scheduled, Mo Huang spit out his last breath with unwillingness and ferocity, staring at the rabbit beasts with gradually distracted eyes, and used the last strength of his body to spit out a sentence from his teeth:

"You wait...... I will be back. ”

Sixth ...... Dead.

When Mo Huang opened his eyes again, he could already see his small, but very familiar room.

"I'm back, and I've been holding on longer this time than last time. As soon as this thought came to him, his stomach twitched and writhed, and an extremely weak and uncomfortable feeling spread from all over his body.

Mo Huang immediately took the trash can placed next to the bed, and spit it out directly, until tears and snot came out, followed by a fierce cough and retching, when it was all over, Mo Huang collapsed on the bed and let out an unbearable moan, and his limbs and bones were like a knife cutting and burning feeling.

"Damn the aftermath of death, damn aliens, with such advanced technology, making an online game is so bad. Cursing resentfully, Mo Huang struggled to use his willpower to overcome the aftermath of death.

After all, it was the sixth time he had experienced it, and Mo Huang also felt that he could have a certain degree of adaptability, enduring nausea and retching, enduring the fatigue and dizziness emanating from the depths of his spirit, and enduring the fatigue and weakness and pain emanating from the depths of his body, Mo Huang struggled to walk towards a lunch box placed on the table.

There was white porridge and some food that he had already prepared, and according to the experience he had accumulated from the sequelae of six deaths, eating and drinking some water at this time could effectively alleviate the discomfort of the body.

After eating, Mo Huang felt better, climbed into bed with difficulty, and fell unconscious as soon as he closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, it was already half past two in the middle of the night, and Mo Huang felt that he had recovered a little bit of energy, got up and turned on the computer, and directly opened the news page he often watched.

[On the seventh day of the opening of the inner side of the divine domain, no one has been able to pass the novice test, and more than two million people have died in the inner side of the world. 】

[The military special forces of many countries sank in the sand and folded in the gods' domain, and military researchers explained and studied this. 】

[High-ranking generals of the military circles of the United States came to visit our country today to discuss strengthening military ties with our country and jointly responding to the demands of alien rulers. 】

......

The news network, which used to be densely packed with global current affairs hotspots, has now been flooded with news about the online game of God's Domain, and the ink wilderness has been opened one by one, and no useful information has been found, and the angry ink wilderness has slammed the mouse hard.

"I'm dignified and Huang Guogui is the kingdom of the Celestial Empire.,The land is vast and rich.,Can't even find a talent who can play games?,Strategy?,I want an exact strategy.,Even if the God's domain is an online game opened by aliens.,But that's also a game.,Give me a game strategy and information quickly.。 ”

Angry for a while, Mo Huang couldn't help but sigh that the world was as follows, the country that once had game talents such as the Sword God of Shilipo and the Wolf of the Sewers is now sinking in front of the Divine Domain, which is really worse than a day.

Lighting a cigarette, the smoke rings curled, and Mo Huang couldn't help but show a wry smile of embarrassment.

As a high school student, he didn't have the bad habit of smoking, but because of the recent pressure, he smoked it unconsciously, and quickly evolved from a novice smoker with a pack of cigarettes for three or four days to an old cigarette with two packs of cigarettes a day.

"Is there really such a big gap between the wisdom of humans and the wisdom of aliens?" After searching for a strategy to no avail, Mo Huang smiled bitterly and muttered to himself, and his mind involuntarily returned to three months ago.

The alien mothership that suddenly descended, the mechanical warriors who drowned everything in sheer numbers, the energy ship guns that rained down from space,

Three months ago, aliens who only existed in rumors and conjectures suddenly came and conquered the earth with absolute force.

There is no savior, no Superman, and no Spider-Man! There is no wise and martial Chinese man carrying pesticides, and a beautiful woman is followed by him to stage a plot of lurking behind enemy lines and defeating alien invaders with a cold virus.

Under the threat of absolute force from the alien fleet, the only option is the only one.

After the unconditional surrender of the United Nations, all earthlings, including Mo Huang, were actually ready to degenerate from the spirit of all things to become slaves of the earth, but unexpectedly, the aliens just anchored the starship in the orbit of the moon, like a god overlooking the earth, and did not interfere in all human affairs at all.

There was no movement, no sound, as if an alien fleet had descended, just to beat the arrogant earthlings.

Humans were stunned to find that their lives had not changed in the slightest, and if it weren't for the golden glow of the alien battleship that could be seen at any time, humans might have thought it was just a sci-fi nightmare.

Seven days ago, an alien who had never moved had once again announced his existence.

This is an eternal proposition that runs through the entire universe, doomsday and evolution, the same is a choice, come and participate in my game, if you can win in a hundred years, I will give you the glory of freedom, if not, I will give you the obliteration of the end of the world. 】

Mo Huang still can't figure out which tendon the alien is pumping, anyway, the next second he made the announcement, a game called God's Domain appeared on Earth, not a 2D or 3D game presented in a computer way, nor a virtual space online game that only appeared in novels and science fiction magazines, but a completely incomprehensible surreal game, a game that must be entered in real flesh.

To be honest, at that moment the whole earth went crazy, and the apocalyptic declaration of aliens, even though the deadline was a distant hundred years later, no one dared to ignore and question it.

Alien invasion, encountered such an earth-shattering change, the academy naturally began to take a holiday, and the only best friend Xia Wenhua was admitted to the hospital because of his heroic single-handedness against the alien mechanical puppet, so Mo Huang stayed at home with nothing to do.

But disaster fell from the sky, Mo Huang woke up one day but found that there was a weird and mysterious tattoo on the back of his hand, and then after learning about his situation from the information from this tattoo, he couldn't help but curse loudly about his luck, the lottery has never been won, but this kind of unlucky thing has been met by himself.

Later, the news broadcast that only about 700,000 people were selected as the pioneers of this game among the 7 billion humans on the planet, and these guys who don't know whether to say lucky or unlucky are the inner members of this game.

With this 1 in 10,000 chance of winning the lottery, Mo Huang could only sigh helplessly, but there was no other way, because the alien game invitation could not be refused, and it could not be refused.

[Inner task: Obtain 10,000 points within a month, and the task will be wiped out if the task is not completed within the time limit, progress: 0\/10000. 】

"Is this game infinitely terrifying? Even the supreme ruler can't ignore the copyright, believe it or not, I'm going to the international Hague Tribunal to sue you for infringement. ”

As long as he concentrates a little, Mo Huang can sense this fateful message on the tattoo on the back of his hand, and he can't convey it to the alien warship high above, and he can't change the fate he is about to face.

So Mo Huang honestly accepted his fate, and in order to continue to live, he obediently participated in this surreal game called God's Domain, and then ...... Died six times in a row.

Searching for information everywhere in the vast Internet, but until the dawn of the ink famine, he still did not find any information that could be used, and in the end he could only sigh that these pioneers were too weak, including themselves.

The only thing that makes Mo Huang feel fortunate is that dying in the Divine Domain does not cause real death, although the death experience is extremely bad, it is said that it is 100% realistic, but after returning to reality, there is only some physical discomfort, and a good sleep can barely make up for it.

A quarter of the month has passed, but as of now, he has not gained any points, and for the sake of his own life, Mo Huang had to enter the god domain again after a little recovery.

Focusing on the tattoo on the back of his right hand, the intricate and mysterious lines of the tattoo began to glow, spread and expand, and finally turned into an infinite light to obscure the vision.

In the next second, a young man named Mo Huang disappeared into the room.

There was a strange scene of infinite light flashing in front of him, but Mo Huang couldn't say what he saw, and in the blink of an eye, Mo Huang landed in the Divine Domain.

What unfolded in front of him was a wild jungle, ancient woods, and the sound of insects and beasts everywhere.

The breeze blowing, the warm sun, the thick fragrance of earthy plants between the wings of his nose, everything is so real, but Mo Huang raised his head, and the sun hanging high in the sky reminded Mo Huang that this is not the real world.

Countless pitch-black chains wrapped around the golden sun, and the ends of the chains spread endlessly, dividing the sky into a curvilinear chessboard, and the center of the sun, like a mosaic clock, was jumping in time.

[February 10, 0 year of the Divine Domain, 14:29. 】

In reality, the Divine Domain was opened for 7 days, but in the surreal game of the Divine Domain, more than seventy days and two months had passed, ten times the speed of time, which made Mo Huang begin to worry that if he played the Divine Domain for a few more days, he would die of old age before he was thirty years old in reality.

But no matter what, in reality, in a month, a total of 300 days in the God Domain, you must get 10,000 points to survive.

looked up at the time, and then the next second Mo Huang immediately pounced on the ground like a vicious dog snatching food, and then frantically smeared the nearest silt on his body, using the smell of soil to cover the body odor of humans, which can effectively avoid being tracked by fierce beasts, which is one of the wilderness survival knowledge obtained by Mo Huang on the Internet after the first few deaths.

Climbing a low tree that is not too tall, Mo Huang quietly lurked, and then checked his character profile panel.

Real name: Mo Huang

Ethnicity: Asian Male (18 years old)

Race Talents: Born Dexterity: +1 Agility Spirit (Yan Huang people's innate talent gives you superior intelligence and dexterity)

Personal Occupation: None

Individual Level: 0

Personal Talent: ??? (Unawakened)

Power: 12.5 (10)

Constitution: 10.5 (10)

Dexterity: 13+1 (10)

Spirit: 13+1 (10)

Suspended in front of Mo Huang's eyes, the virtual light screen that only he can see clearly shows his physiological state, perhaps it is the influence of the surreal game of God's Domain, anyway, the moment he sees the data panel, Mo Huang is clear about the meaning of all the data on it.

10 points represents the stats that a man in the prime of life should have, be able to lift 50 to 80 percent of his body weight, have a healthy and energetic physique, and have the stamina and speed, as well as enough energy to control all this physical activity.

Strength, physique, agility, and spirit This is just a summary of the data, in which the strength alone is also divided into left-hand strength, right-hand strength, leg strength and other detailed columns, physique is also related to blood volume, physical strength, body immunity vitality and other data, agility and flexibility, toughness, explosiveness and other data, which can be called extremely complex, so that Mo Huang can see the head is extremely big, anyway, Mo Huang consciously does not do scientific research, for those detailed columns is just a glance, just focus on the four big data.

Seeing the data displayed this time, Mo Huang's eyes condensed, revealing a touch of joy, because when he first entered the game of God's Domain, his strength was actually only 6 points, his physique was only 5 points, his agility was only 7 points, and his spirit was only 6 points.

After 6 deaths in a row, his body data has skyrocketed, his strength, physique, agility and spirit have been comprehensively improved, and the increase is close to 100%, what a miraculous thing, at the moment, Mo Huang glanced slightly, and felt that the memory of the things around him was clear, and the movements in all directions were all insightful to the heart, memory, concentration, and association power had not only improved by a grade, but there was also an unprecedented amount of vitality brewing in the body, so when you swing your body, you can feel that the power that is ready to go is accumulating.

This is also the reason why Mo Huang would rather endure the painful after-effects of death and the experience of death that can be called hopeless, and land in the Divine Domain for the seventh time after his body has recovered slightly.

Although there is still a decimal point in the attribute, this is the urge to complain about Mo Huang, but under the effect of some incomprehensible reason, the body is constantly getting stronger, which is the main reason for Mo Huang's attention.

Perhaps the reason for this is not incomprehensible, Mo Huang moved his gaze to the personal talent below the data panel, which was not empty, but had a long list of garbled characters.

These garbled characters are like words, like some kind of symbol, and like some kind of pattern, faintly carrying a certain sense of indescribable mystery.

When he died for the first time, Mo Huang found that there was such a garbled entry in the list of personal talents, but it was very short, and then every time he died, his physical fitness was inexplicably enhanced a little, and then the garbled entry increased by a paragraph.

To put it in understandable terms, it was only two or three words when the garbled first appeared, and then a few more words were added with each death, until now.

The garbled code is not static, it flashes and wanders, emerges from nothingness, and after a while the bytes are intertwined and entangled, and then return to nothingness, one after another, faintly with a sense of regularity, so that Mo Huang feels that there is something on it.

700,000 internal personnel, everything on the profile panel has long been no secret, but Mo Huang searched for a long time, but he didn't find that anyone's personal talent column is the same as his own, maybe there is, but it is estimated that it is also as secret as himself.

Close the data panel, no matter what, earning 10,000 points is the top priority, and the rest can be put aside first, but the primary goal at the moment is to survive and talk about the rest.

In the Divine Domain, being alive is not a simple matter.