Chapter 329: Investigator
In other words, since the start of the game, it seems that the Flower Witch has disappeared.
There was no sound at all......
Where is it hidden?
Chen Qi looked around, although the battle was over, his black fire was still burning in the arena.
Black fire, receive!
With a wave of Chen Qi's hand, a large amount of black fire disappeared from the arena in an instant as if it was blown by the wind.
At this time, the voices in the audience once again set off a wave of discussion!
Although the results are already obvious, many gamblers still don't want to believe their defeat!
They need to wait for the host to announce!
"Seabirds, seabirds, you move."
"Is this the end?"
"Bastard! Old man snake! Refund! β
"Is it really over? The Witch of Flowers, is the witch dead? β
The audience was really noisy.
Morning Apocalypse swept around, and in the corner, he saw a "wriggling stone" that blended in with the color of the arena floor.
Before the start of this game, ask the Flower Witch to pay attention to her personal safety.
After the black fire has dissipated.
It seems to be over.
The witch who squirmed her ass smiled at the success of her plan, and said to herself confidently:
"I'm a witch with a lot of experience in survival! Whether it is the preparation of the potion or the first disaster avoidance reaction, it is perfect. β
What is a survival master! It's called a survival master!
However, this amount is too terrifying......
Bombardment, black fire, strong winds, and a rain of blades that just came out of nowhere!
These things are like natural disasters, wreaking havoc in this arena!
All of this makes the Flower Witch feel as if she is carrying out the [Survival Challenge in the Lightless Land], and she is a poor little kidnapped.
Fortunately, although she is not as strong as the Raven Witch, she may not lose to the experienced Treasure Hunter and Scourge Courier in terms of survival experience!
Despite her young age, the Flower Witch has at least fifteen years of experience in death, and dodging bombardment and wind is not a problem.
The Flower Witch watched the black fire dissipate, the corners of her mouth hooked a faint arc, and the sickly flowers on her head stood up suddenly!
In the game just now, the Flower Witch got her head out of the cloth bag, she already knew who the winner was, raised her head, and smiled "hehe" at the morning apocalypse.
It's you, treasure hunter!
Morning Apocalypse looked at the Witch of Flowers, wondering why she was happy at this time.
Seeing this, the Flower Witch stopped squirming, immediately took off the dust cloak on her body, trotted to the center of the arena, and raised her hand:
"In the first game of the second round, the seabird vs. the treasure hunter, the treasure hunter wins!"
With the announcement of the Witch of Flowers, there was a wail and a huge applause on the field at the same time!
Some crazy gamblers fainted in an instant and even jumped straight from the audience!
In the 8th district of Xindu, there are not many crazy gamblers.
The little light shadow fox canceled the form of the disaster shadow fox, jumped onto Chen Qi's shoulder, and licked the wound on Chen Qi's shoulder with his tongue.
"Well done."
Chen Qi patted the little light shadow fox's little brain.
However, there are hidden dangers behind the victory.
In the battle against the Seabirds, he exposed a lot of cards.
Shadow of the Prisoner Hunter, Lock Core of the Prisoner Hunter, Shadow Fox of the Light, Rain of Blades in the Sunny State......
But as the price of victory over seabirds, that price is low enough.
Amid the shouts from the audience, Chen Qi left the arena, he needed to rest, and he was seriously injured.
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At this moment, there is a dead air in the group of the day tour club.
The defeat of the Seabird and the White Puppet Master is undoubtedly a heavy message.
They had already set up the [Hunter Countermeasures Team], but the information provided in the first battle was too little for them to be of little use.
Do they still have generals in their day tour who can fight the Hunters and the Corrupt?
No, that's the answer at the moment.
Even the usually cheerful and abstract Calamity Fortune Teller did not speak again when she saw the seabird fall in front of her, buried in the black fire.
She wanted to say something of concern, but she had played a small role in the operation, and out of guilt, she did not dare to speak first.
Now, they don't have any high-level competitors in their day party, except for calamity soothsayers and executioners.
The executioner, on the other hand, was quite arbitrary, and because he had repeatedly executed the evildoers of the Holy Plague Society, his technique had been stored in the Holy Plague Society's database.
And, according to the executioner, his true identity was found......
Now, he must face the dual pressures of both Earth and the New Sun World.
As for the Calamity Diviner, although she hasn't fought yet, it has nothing to do with losing.
There was a dead silence, in a short period of time, except for a few players who bet on Morning Dawn and made a lot of money, there was a dead silence in the group.
After a long time, the angler took the lead in speaking in the group:
"Seabirds, are we still playing in this arena now?"
If there is no chance of winning, then everything is in vain, it is better to prepare in advance for what happens after defeat.
The seabird at the headquarters of the day tour takes a painkiller and finds a way to get out of the pain of the flesh spiral.
The seabird couldn't help but shake his head, this powerful flesh and blood spiral was actually made by Chen Qi, this fact still made him difficult to shock.
Maybe it's just that the Hunter has the same type of item? And just nodded?
Seabird guessed in his heart, but he still temporarily linked the identity of [Treasure Hunter] to Morning Apocalypse.
The seabirds looked at the information in the flock and thought about the next steps.
The treasure hunter should not want him to reveal his identity.
However, there should be no problem with this information, after all, this is the information that the Holy Disaster Association has just obtained.
After thinking for a long time, the seabird thought for a while, and in the flock, he sent out a sentence:
"Everyone, calm down, for us, this battle is not over, we have not lost yet.
According to the information we got from the Holy Plague Society, that one of the huntersβ
It's the investigator. β
The players watched the seabird's speech, and at first, they all thought it was a comfort to the seabird's routine, after all, the seabird rarely gets angry despite its defeat.
However, the last three words of the seabird's voice made their dead spirits shake!
Investigator!? Is that level 20 treasure hunter!?
"That legend, is there only more than twenty levels!?"
"But this strength is indeed very strong."
"Wait, isn't the investigator an organization, and it's an organization with men and women, is this news reliable!?"
As the seabirds sent out a message with their voice, the originally lifeless flock fried the pot again.
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At the same time, in the Great Library of the United Kingdom.
A man in a flowered gentleman's hat pushes open the damp door to the library.
Tick tock!
Black raindrops continued to soak through this ancient library, and everything became lifeless.
A large amount of black water seems to be telling, and the Book of Man is the center of this Dead Sea-level calamity.
In the library, people are covered in black air, translating the diaries in their hands.
The Prisoner Dance has been awakened, and as things stand, the ceremony is going well.
In the end, as long as you make sure that the end is a showdown between the Day Tour Club and the Holy Disaster Association.
The ritual will be completed, and in the end, the ritual will be like the stars, guiding them to the path where the door is.
Everything about the ritual is under their control.
Just in case, whether it's the White Eagle of the United States or the scorching sun of China......
The strongest players who were able to threaten their rituals were able to be stopped in some underhanded ways.
It's just that the only knot in his heart, the treasure hunter, also came......
Moreover, the treasure hunter was not in the White River District at all, and was well hidden, and their hounds failed to find each other.
Why was this guy born in Xindu District 8!? Instead of going to the other seven masters?
Sometimes, Renshu found that he actually had this useless idea of complaining about heaven and earth.
However, in this ritual, perhaps the treasure hunters will help them through the ritual.
Next, just wait for the door to open, and then feed the victorious and plunder his calamity power.
"Still, the door ......"
Like the returnees, there is still hesitation to open the door.
"Do you really want to open the door? Or do you believe in returnees? β
Renshu muttered to himself, but at this moment, he may not have any additional choice.
Although the returnee is now betrayed, to be honest, at this moment, Renshu still feels that his thoughts may be the same as those of the returnee.
His real purpose is not the door, but the protection of the blade calamity that the ultimate victor will get!
Renshu has witnessed with his own eyes how powerful and crazy the final winner of the last [Death Row Prisoner] competition is, the power that far surpasses the witch, the power that is like a catastrophe! The power to move mountains and seas! That's enough power to fight the prison master!
In the 8th district of the new capital, except for the prison master, it was the most terrifying monster he had ever seen.
Renshu turned his head sideways and looked at the seemingly well-behaved Corrupt in front of him.
"Meet my master."
The corrupt crouched, lowered his hat, and saluted.
"What's wrong?"
"I just watched a wonderful battle, Lord Renshu.
I saw the hunter you mentioned, he was really strong, and as expected, he seemed to be able to summon a rain of blades, which according to the database intelligence showed that it was an extremely dangerous technique. β
Rain of Blades β
Renshu suppressed the expression on his face and asked expressionlessly:
"Rain of blades? So?
Corrupt, can't you win? With our help, the techniques you have mastered are a real calamity. β
The book closed and looked at the Corrupt, the one who longed to kill.
(End of chapter)