Amber City.

Railway station.

Gan Ziwen and Mi Lu Hanbao came out of the gate of the train station, looked at the bustling crowd, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's finally here."

Gan Ziwen said.

"Well, it's so real, we've been on the train for nine days...... Haha, it's good that you can skip time by sleeping, otherwise you will die of boredom. ”

Honey smiled Hanbao.

"It's true, I was on the verge of being smoked to death on the train...... We haven't showered for so long, the other passengers are all stinking, and we have become 'walking'. ”

Gan Ziwen pulled his clothes in disgust and said helplessly.

"Let's go, find a hotel to wash and bathe first, otherwise I can't stand it."

"Good idea."

Mi Lu Hanbao followed Gan Ziwen and left the place together, walking slowly along the main road.

It's just that they didn't notice that not far away, behind the side, another group of players came out of the gate.

It's the rotten persimmon group.

Their faces were generally ugly, no one spoke, and silently followed the leading rotten persimmon and left the train station directly.

"Let's go to the inner city first...... The church of the Red Apple Church is there. If you want to join the church, you can try the method I said. ”

After the rotten persimmon finished speaking, he sighed secretly.

These few days on the train can be said to be another nightmare for him. The first nightmare was guarded by Jack, who was squatted to the point that he didn't dare to go online.

This nightmare on the train was that he was inexplicably killed three times in a row! At each hint, it was the guy named "Alex" who killed him in his sleep.

While the train is in progress, it cannot be disconnected, otherwise it will be regarded as "off the transport" and will be directly transmitted back to the Emerald Town Railway Station.

And game characters, like normal people, need to eat and rest, and it won't work at all to hold back and not sleep.

As long as you are not careful, take a nap, and you will be killed.

The resurrection point is automatically bound to the carriage, and sometimes the rotten persimmon doesn't even see his own death prompt, and he finds out that he has already died once.

He's been tormented for the past few days, fighting against himself every moment, against the weird, damned, that bard.

The rest of the team, exactly what happened to him, each died three times in a row.

Fortunately, the last death did not come.

Maybe it was because the train was far away from the strange bard, or maybe it was the mercy of heaven that made it to Amber City.

Otherwise, it would be too torturous to fall into a resurrection cooldown and wait until five days after the game time before it can be launched.

The persimmon group is very glad about this.

As they walked, they looked at the signs, which they used to unlock the panel map, and then went straight to the "Amber Bridge", the only place to go to the inner city.

To their astonishment, they found that the guards at the bridge sentry posts were quite numerous and strict.

Pedestrians lined up for examination and interrogation, and seven or eight doctors in black fur coats stood aside to conduct examinations.

They wore crow masks resembling gas masks on their faces, and held a black sandalwood cane in their hands to reach the person being examined and keep their distance, while another person was holding a pen and paper to record.

"It seems that the plague outside the city is so severe that a quarantine checkpoint has been set up here."

The rotten persimmon said in a deep voice.

He walked to the end of the long line of the crowd and lined up, and the other team members hurriedly followed.

When it was their turn, Rotten Persimmon saw that there were several recruitment notices posted on the wall next to him.

The first one is basically that anyone who joins the "epidemic prevention team" of the police station and helps rid them of diseased maniacs, infected sewer animals, and other wild beasts will receive an Amber City Resident Card, an Inner City Pass, and some monetary rewards.

The other recruitment notices are similar, all posted by various official agencies, and it can be seen that they are very short of manpower.

"Sir, please show me your identification."

The three guards stood in front of the rotten persimmon, and the leader spoke up.

Rotten Persimmon took out the identification card given to him by the Red Apple Church, which indicated his legal identity as a "church guard".

The guard took it, nodded, and handed it back to him. It's just that the three guards looked at him and became a little strange.

From their eyes, the rotten persimmon sensed a trace of surprise and doubt, and didn't know why they had such emotions.

Immediately afterward, under the instructions of Dr. Crow, he stretched out his finger to prick a needle to take blood. He was slapped with a black leather glove in his eyelids and lips open, and was scrutinized before being allowed into the inner city.

But the teammates who traveled with him were not so lucky, because they had no identity and could only be separated temporarily in the end.

"You can go and look at the announcements on the wall, participate in the official recruitment, and complete some tasks so that you can get identification."

Rotten persimmon suggests.

"There's no way but this...... Brother Rotten Persimmon, we have something to communicate with again. ”

The others looked at each other, and finally said helplessly.

"Well, you guys as soon as possible."

Rotten persimmon nodded.

Looking at the backs of the "little brothers" leaving, Rotten Persimmon noticed that there were sporadic players who appeared in the team, and then were turned away from the bridge because of their identity certificates.

Eventually, these players will be attracted by the recruitment notice on the wall and will immediately sign up spontaneously.

All that is done is identification and passes......

Rotten Persimmon shook his head, didn't stay long, turned around and walked onto the bridge.

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Rotten Persimmon went straight to the Red Apple Church in the inner city.

When he came to the church, he found that the number of residents who came to worship was very small, only a few scattered.

It looks pretty bleak.

Rotten Persimmon remembered the intro about Jack, which mentioned that the sect seemed to have been destroyed by him once.

Although it is not like the Emerald Town Church, which was burned down, the bishop and some guards here in Amber City were killed by Jack.

The losses were also quite heavy.

"Maybe that's why there are so few believers here......?"

Rotten Persimmon secretly guessed and pushed open the door of the church.

He quickly paused.

Newspapers were scattered on the floor.

Stooping down to pick up a copy at random, the newspapers were worn-out and seemed to have been printed a long time ago.

The content of the above report is all about exposing the darkness of the Red Apple Church and the deeds of the "black messenger" who took the punishment for God.

Seeing this, rotten persimmon understands why there are so few people here.

"Why the other way around?! The Red Apple Church is the villain here, but Jack has become a messenger of justice......"

The rotten persimmon rolled up the newspaper, and his face was cloudy.

"Well, you can't take all of that report seriously...... Moreover, the Red Apple Church is a righteous God church, and its power is huge, all I need is to use them to develop myself. ”

He gritted his teeth and walked straight into the church.

In the empty hall, there was only one monk, holding the Sacred Book of the Rose, and in a calm tone, telling the gospel of Lady Rose to a few people.

For some reason, Rotten Persimmon always felt that this monk had no looks, and he was a little perfunctory.

He stepped forward, and the monk stopped preaching and threw a puzzled look at him.

Rotten persimmon secretly threw a probe, and found that this monk was just an ordinary person.

He took a deep breath, took out his identification, and whispered that he was "his own person" from Emerald Town, hoping to help the church in Amber City.

The subtext is that I want to pick up some tasks.

This time, the monk of the Red Apple Church will not be able to fix it. The other party was a little stunned, and it took a while to react.

Because of the previous Gallery case and the Battle of the Square, the top of the asylum, Mona's teacher, Judge Rudolph of Fossil City, submitted an accusation against the Red Apple Church to the "Ten Cities Council of Rock State".

Although it did not cause much impact on the church, it also caused dissatisfaction among the upper echelons of the empire.

In order not to exacerbate the conflict, the church leadership has actually temporarily abandoned the area of Amber City, including several nearby large cities and small towns.

So now the Red Apple Church is more symbolic than practical, and it will not be long before it will be forced to give up to the Church of the Sun.

"Praise Rose, Rotten Persimmon, you are truly a devout church guard."

The monk exclaimed.

Then he muttered for a few seconds, looked around left and right, and finally remembered something, took out a stack of wanted notices from under the cabinet of the pulpit, and handed it to the rotten persimmon.

"You can choose to patrol or guard near the church this week, but after next Monday, don't come again, the specific reasons and follow-up arrangements will be notified at that time......

After that, you can consider sharing your worries for the church and finding and fighting these most vicious wanted criminals. ”

Rotten Persimmon took the wanted warrant and received a mission tooltip.

Immediately, he chose to accept it with some excitement.

The monk's words were a little strange, why didn't they come next week, what was happening?

With some confusion, he turned and left the church.

As soon as he walked out of the door, the monk of the Red Apple Church noticed a figure coming out of the side door, so he immediately stepped forward and bowed respectfully.

"Brother Wright, the handover is almost complete, and next week our Church will be evacuated, and this place will be completely handed over to the Church of the Sun."

The monk was sweating profusely.

Standing in front of him was none other than a monk from the Church of the Sun, a middle-aged ascetic with a bald head and a long beard.

It is said that the other party is also a member of the elite transcendent force "Lantern Guard" within the Sun Church.

Wright's flat face, with a smile.

He nodded to the monk of the Red Apple Church, then patted his white robe lightly and turned to look at the gate where the persimmon had left.

"These 'spiritual visitors' are really strange, have you found anything?"

The monk of the Red Apple Church was slightly stunned.

He opened his mouth, but did not speak.

Wright glanced at him and shook his head.

"It seems that because you have not been promoted to transcendental, many secrets within the Red Apple Church have not been known to you......

Well, I know, this church will be renovated by us again. ”

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Rotten persimmon went to the beach in the outer city and found the brother of the God Love Guild.

I heard that they have been recruited by the police to help clear the plague rat colony that is raging on the lower water beach.

Rotten Persimmon has his own plans, he is ready to take this group of guild teammates to join a gang together.

In this way, you can take them to farm rats while participating in the gang fire and taking advantage of the situation to fight the Iron Fist Gang.

While leveling up, you can also complete your own church tasks.

Because Rotten Persimmon has received some information from his predecessor Kotou Jin, the Iron Fist Gang is actually a force under Jack's command.

The mission he receives from the Church does not have to kill the opponent of the Church with his own hands, but only needs to deal a blow to the enemy, and he will be rewarded according to the degree of contribution.

So Rotten Persimmon plans to pick up a handful of Jack's wool.

I can't deal with this NPC himself, and I can't deal with the ordinary people under him......

Although, Rotten Persimmon often inexplicably remembers the fear of being dominated by Jack's corpse.

He shook his head, not thinking about it so much.

A few days later.

Rotten persimmon left the rental house with his brothers and went to the beach as usual to farm monsters and upgrade.

While passing through Denton Street, a riot was suddenly spotted.

Five or six players rushed out of a grocery store down the street, each holding something of value in their hands, looking like they had just completed a robbery.

The grocery store owner, a middle-aged man covered in blood, crawled out of the store, hysterically screaming for help.

The coffee shop and bookstore next to it also have players rushing out of the store door one after another, and then joining up with the previous players, it seems to be a gang.

The clerks in the coffee shop were all wounded and screaming in panic.

Mr. Taute of the "Old Cripple Bookstore", with his glasses shattered to one side and his face covered with blood, leaned against the door frame with an angry face.

The whole street was filled with chaos.

Two patrolling soldiers, seeing this scene, drew their short swords at their waists.

But when they saw that the robbers were committed by a gang, and the total number of them was more than ten or twenty, they were immediately frightened.

But the sword had already been drawn, and it would be too embarrassing to take it back, so the two patrol soldiers had no choice but to blow the whistle of vigilance.

- Beep! Beep!!

Then armed with short swords, dozens of meters apart, confront the players.

"Rush over! Don't be afraid! Just two guards! ”

"Quick fix! Soon reinforcements were attracted by the whistle! ”

"Let's go!"

The players shouted a few times and rushed towards the two patrol guards.

The two guards were weak and did not want to use force against them. But the players didn't think about it that much, and only thought about killing the two guys who stood in their way and then ran away.

Boom!

Poof!!

The players charged over, and the two patrol guards gritted their teeth and swung their swords, slashing them head-on to death.

Then the remaining players pulled out a variety of rusty and inferior weapons and counterattacked.

Ding-dong!

Syllable!

The patrol guards were dressed in leather armor with iron plates and iron helmets, and they suffered only minor injuries from the players' dense attacks.

However, low-level players who only wear sackcloth robes will be killed instantly if they take a sword.

"God loves the brothers of the Sanhedrin! Help! The money you rob is divided into two percent! ”

Among the players who were fighting, a leading guy saw the group of rotten persimmons watching not far away, and his face was happy and shouted loudly.

Rotten Persimmon raised his eyebrows, and noticed that the ID brackets of this group of players were marked with the word "Shadow Whisperer".

The Shadow Whisperers are a second-rate guild with a reputation for recklessness, so it's no wonder they're here to grab money.

"It's too little, we want half!"

Rotten persimmon thought for a moment and responded.

The leader of the Shadow Whisperers' expression changed, and he waved the kitchen knife in his hand and slashed at the patrol soldier's helmet with a clatter.

The kitchen knife curled the edge, but the iron helmet only showed dents.

The patrol soldier was startled and swung his sword with a slash, killing another player.

Seeing this, the lead player gritted his teeth and turned his head.

"Sancheng! Up to 30%! ”

"Good!"

Rotten persimmon smiled and pulled out a horn musket.

He turned to his companion and said a few words, then took the lead and rushed forward.

The two guards panicked when they saw another enemy joining.

Boom!!

The distance is a little closer, and the rotten persimmon raises his hand to be a shot.

After the loud bang, one of the guards screamed and fell to the ground. The leather armor between his chest and abdomen exploded, revealing a bloody body underneath.

Then the player who was close at hand slashed him to death.

Seeing this, another guard immediately turned and fled.

Boom!!

But Rotten Persimmon quickly reloaded his ammunition and shot him in the back.

The guard was shot and lunged forward, his back stained red. The members of the Guild of God Loving rushed forward to mend the knife and kill him.

If Polaris were here, they would definitely be able to recognize that these two guards were the two who had cheated on them in the first place.

"Thank you......"

Half of the players in the Shadowwhisperer's Guild were left, and they came over.

Rotten Persimmon had a smile on his face, and was about to say something.

"You damned robbers! Murderer! The sun will punish you! ”

Mrs. Caroline stood at the entrance of the staircase and scolded angrily.

Her flower shop didn't open today, and she luckily escaped the catastrophe. But she was attracted by the chaos and noise and came out to see the scene.

"Dead to death, old woman."

A player from the Shadow Whisperers Guild looked grim and threw the kitchen knife in his hand hard.

Mrs. Caroline's eyes widened as she looked at the rusty kitchen knife and flew straight over.

Poof!

An emaciated figure stood in front of Mrs. Caroline, a kitchen knife slashing at his back.

Blood splattered, and Mrs. Caroline was surprised to see that it was the bookstore owner, Mr. Tauter, who was blocking the knife for her.

"Mr. Taut, you ......!"

Mrs. Caroline covered her mouth.

"Miss Caroline......"

Taut's face contorted with pain. His lips trembled, his old face twitching.

"It's a pity...... Didn't have dinner with you...... Even once. ”

With that, he threw himself down in front of Mrs. Caroline.

Mrs. Caroline's breath faltered, and she was speechless.

This old friend, who had been with each other for many years, died in front of her like this. As before, she received news of the death of her husband and children.

"Damn, it's blocked!"

The player who threw the kitchen knife said depressedly.

He asked his companion for another knife, smiled, and raised his hand to throw it again.

That's when it happened.

Barking!!

Two dog barks, and the player feels a pain in his thigh.

Looking down, I don't know when a black and white border herd has come to his side, opening its mouth to bite him.

"Fuck off! Dead dogs! ”

The player yells in pain.

Bab let go of his mouth, jumped up and took another bite, biting his throat directly.

You're dead! 】

The other players were taken aback.

Rotten Persimmon raised his gun and was about to shoot, but he was stunned to find that Bian Mu's body flickered, and he ran out of the way and bit another player to death.

"Something is wrong with this dog!"

Rotten persimmon shocked.

The border herding is fast and extremely aggressive, not at all like an ordinary dog.

Most of the players in the Shadowwhisperer's Guild were quickly bitten to death by Babu, and only two or three people remained, who panicked and dropped what they had grabbed and turned to flee.

But before they could run a few steps, they were chased by the border herd and killed by the two bites.

The people on the persimmon side were also reduced by a few, his face was ugly, and he aimed at Bian Mu and fired a shot.

Boom!

It's a pity that the dog's speed was too fast, and it only scratched one of its legs.

Whew!

"Oh! My Bab! Poor kid! ”

Mrs. Caroline's face was sad, and she remained in a squatting position, holding Taut's corpse and looking at the wounded border herd.

Babu's speed has slowed down slightly due to a leg injury, but the players are still no match.

It had taken the [Low Sequence Conspiracy Faction Mystic Substance] given by Chen Lun, and its physical fitness was enhanced, and its dexterity attribute was twice as high as that of these players.

And the presence is low, and if you don't pay attention to it, it disappears from sight.

Rotten persimmon looked at this dog like the god of war, and bit the player to death one after another. Ten people died in its mouth!

"Let's go! Don't dwell on it here! ”

Rotten persimmon shouted.

The group ran out of resurrections on the train, and if they died here, they would be forced off the line.

"Next time I'll clean up this dog!"

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Sporadic players fled with the rotten persimmon, and Bian Mu's leg injury became more and more serious, which was not enough to support it to continue the pursuit.

It stuck out its tongue and had a mouth full of blood.

Squatted down in front of Mrs. Caroline, watching the back of the persimmon group fleeing.

"Bab, good boy......"

Mrs. Caroline was so moved that her eyes welled up with tears.

Suddenly, she noticed Bab limping towards the end of the street.

"Where are you going, Bab?"

Mrs. Caroline asked.

Bian Mu stopped, glanced back at her, and then turned to continue leaving.

In that direction, it's the inner city.