At this moment, an Asian man in camouflage saw the girl get up and asked, "What's wrong, Zhang? Not doing well in Multiverse 8? With your experience, you should be able to survive to the end."
Zhang frowned and said, "I ran into a sneaky old man. I had just killed five players when he ambushed me and destroyed my enchanted crossbow. This guy doesn't even need to walk; he crawls the whole time."
"So sinister?" The man was taken aback.
The girl sighed, "I'm sorry."
“No need to apologize,” the man sighed. “Odru’s side originally wanted to kidnap the eldest son of the Kennedy family, but they failed. Summer is coming soon, and the mine will be hot and humid. We urgently need medicine to treat malaria and antibiotics, but we don’t know where to find them.”
The girl paused for a moment: "Did they fail on Odru's side too? How did they fail?"
"I heard they encountered a really weird butler, it's a long story, and I don't know what's wrong with them lately, nothing seems to be going well," the man said. "You go out first and cover for the other brothers and sisters."
“Okay,” the girl nodded, “Don’t let me find out who ambushed me, or I’ll twist their head off!”
She squeezed through a small wooden door, outside which was the mine tunnel, and two of her fellow rebels who were keeping watch there.
The girl patted one of them: "Go in, it's your turn."
Their companions' eyes lit up. They had been hiding in the mine all day without seeing the sun, and being able to spend some time in the superconducting world felt like regaining their freedom.
Chapter 818, Zhongyu's First Experience in the Western Continent
Black Spider has been released.
She looked at her subordinates and asked, "Has the 'Light of White' died yet?"
Outside the gates of the multiverse, it wasn't just Storm Guild waiting; all four major guilds had arrived, along with many other players eager to join the fun.
This diverse world is so unique that ten thousand people raise one Gu (a type of insect), their professions must be very special, and they don't want to miss out on first-hand information.
The major guilds even prepared manpower so that if the person who cleared the dungeon was a member of another guild, they would have to bear the punishment of killing and start a melee to kill the person who cleared the dungeon at the exit.
A member of the Storm Guild whispered to Black Spider, "Guild Leader, the kill count of White Light has jumped to 13, but it hasn't moved for a long time."
"No movement? It's been several hours," Black Spider asked.
“Three hours,” the Storm Guild member replied.
Just as he finished speaking, the information on Qingchen's LCD screen suddenly changed, 14, 15, 16... almost changing every second, like a stopwatch!
It jumped straight from 13 to 19!
They either don't kill, or they're incredibly ruthless!
Black Spider's eyelids twitched. How could such a kill efficiency be achieved by a low-level F-rank character with no equipment?
"Go to the forums and ask which players were suddenly killed by the same person, and what methods they used," Black Spider instructed.
At this point, the battle in the Multiverse of Number 8 had not yet truly begun. The White Light had killed so many people in one go, so he would definitely be able to get the information out of them.
Soon, the subordinate returned to report: "Guild leader, some players said they originally wanted to ambush others, but the poison circle forced them to run towards the center of the instance. Then, while they were running from the poison, they encountered a prone player who kept crawling forward, hiding in the grass with an enchanted hand crossbow. He killed all six of them in one go, and his crossbow bolts were incredibly accurate. The opponent crawled forward very quickly and skillfully, like a gecko."
Black Spider fell into deep thought. The superconducting world was close to reality, and people who had never used a crossbow before would never be able to use it well.
But none of that matters.
The important question is, why is this thing crawling forward like that? Is it some kind of sneaky trick?!
Black Spider had someone compile a list of player kills in the Multiverse 8, and she was shocked to discover that this F-rank, unskilled alt account was currently ranking third on the kill leaderboard.
The number one ranked player is the S-class combat master 'Hades'.
The second-ranked fighter is an A-level combatant named 'Viper'.
Black Spider pondered for a moment: "Tell all guild members to find White Light first, then tell our mole in another guild his location, and tell him to come and kill him immediately!"
If we don't kill them now, I'm afraid we won't be able to!
She must quickly cut off any possibility of other guilds recruiting the Light of the White, otherwise, the points rankings may undergo major changes.
"By the way, guild master, what exactly happened in Blackwater City four hours ago?" the subordinate asked. "Rumors are flying everywhere. Some say it's infighting among the disciples under the Duke of Blackwater, while others say Silver City used dirty tricks."
Black Spider calmly said, "I don't know either, I only know that he is a demigod who is good at hiding himself."
"Demigod?"
The subordinates looked at each other, feeling that the Western Continent had suddenly become unstable. First, the King's Landing crashed, and then an unidentified demigod appeared.
Oh, and there's also intelligence that unusual activity has occurred in the Forbidden Forest, where the Giant Dynasty is located. Two factories on the outskirts of Phoenix City have been attacked by the Giants. There's confirmation that the rebel leader has left the wilderness and seems to have entered the Forbidden Forest, or possibly even reached the city.
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In Blackwater City, a homeless man pushed his cart slowly down the street, rummaging through every trash can he passed.
The cart was a supermarket shopping cart, filled with the homeless man's belongings.
On the streets of Heishui City, every shop is equipped with a multi-functional surveillance system that can recognize faces and collect sound, so that the actions of the city's residents are under surveillance.
Just then, a group of young people came out of the bar. As they passed the homeless man, they discussed, "Hurry back and log into Superconducting World. I heard that the White Light has started a killing spree in the game!"
"Although the White Light is powerful, it will definitely be Hades who clears the level, after all, he is an S-class combat master."
"It's hard to say. I'm optimistic about Viper. Although Viper is still only A-rank, her record has always been outstanding. If Hades is surrounded, she will still have a chance. In that kind of game mechanism where thousands of people fight, Hades might also be drowned in the pond."
The homeless man lowered his head in thought. What was this superconducting world? It looked like there was a fierce battle going on.
The homeless man continued walking and eventually stopped in front of a church.
He abandoned the car and walked inside, disheveled and unkempt.
The two 'priests' standing guard at the entrance stopped him: "It's not time for worship yet. The Duke of Blackwater does not accept worshippers or offer advice to believers. Come back tomorrow."
The church houses statues of the Blackwater Dukes throughout history, receiving the worship of the city's residents. Ultimately, the power of faith will become an aid to the Blackwater Dukes—a unique tradition of the Western Continent.
In the parlance of the Eastern Continent, it's called 'becoming a god through incense offerings'; the more prosperous the incense offerings, the stronger the worshipped one becomes.
The Duke of Blackwater was not in the church, but he would occasionally descend from the air fortress to personally perform baptisms for believers and create miracles.
For example, sprinkling holy water can restore sight to blind believers.
For example, healing the legs of believers or their failing organs.
Normally, only priests are in the church, and each church has a high priest with considerable power.
The homeless man brushed his hair aside and looked at the two priests: "Hehe."
In an instant, two scarlet hands gripped them, binding them tightly to the wall, squeezing them until they vomited blood.
The two priests looked like Jesus nailed to the cross, their expressions contorted in pain.
The homeless man was Zhong Yu. He was a complete madman; otherwise, he wouldn't have come to the Blackwater Duke's church and started a killing spree as soon as he had hidden his identity.
There was only one reason why he did this: Zhong Yu realized his lack of skill and wanted to make up for the hidden dangers caused by his rapid advancement by constantly fighting.
Just a few hours earlier, Yan Liuyuan's words, "Where did this hothead come from?" had left a deep psychological scar on him.
Zhong Yu slowly walked into the church, and wherever he went, all the priests he encountered were imprisoned in the air by the scarlet hand.
Inside the magnificent church, dozens of priests were imprisoned in the dome, like offerings to the gods.
At the far end of the church, the high priest, dressed in a red and white robe, held a cross in his hand and was chanting incantations.
A halo surrounded him, and a powerful will was about to descend from the Blackwater Sky Fortress.
That will was like a divine projection...
However, before the high priest could finish his prayer, a scarlet hand slapped him, forcibly interrupting the descending will.
Zhongyu muttered, "Who gave you permission to chant incantations?"
Too weak, too weak.
Zhong Yu, with his demigod-like strength, wreaked havoc in the city; it was utterly unreasonable.
No demigod would play like this!
Zhongyu brushed aside his messy hair, stared at the high priest, and asked, "Which church has the most powerful people?"
The high priest remained silent, agonizing.
Zhong Yu shook his head: "It's alright. After I kill you all, I'll go find that person in the sky. What bullshit gods? In the future, there can only be one god in this world: me."
As he spoke, he exerted force on all the scarlet hands simultaneously, causing the priests to burst like blood bubbles.
The scarlet hand grabbed the corpses and used them as paintbrushes, scribbling wildly on the dome, turning the entire church into a bloody mess.
The sound of airships came from overhead again, this time even louder than before, carrying the anger of those in power.
But Zhongyu calmly went to the washroom, where liquid nanobots seeped out of the homeless man's body and flowed into the sewer.
Following the sewer, I had no idea where it led.
When the airship arrived, the entire church was deserted.
The city defense soldiers who came to reinforce the city stared blankly at the church dome, only to see a hideous smiling face painted on it, as if a demon had crawled out of the abyss of hell.
At this very moment, liquid nanobots, encasing the core of the nuclear-powered machine, rapidly traversed the underground tunnels, eventually stopping beneath a residential building.
The nanobots surged upwards and, on the 12th floor, chose a room to enter.
Inside the room, a young man was lying in a virtual pod, enjoying the pleasures of the superconducting world.
He was completely enveloped and infiltrated by nanobots without even knowing what was happening.
The connection between young people and the superconducting world was also severed.
After an unknown amount of time, the nanobots completely infiltrated the young man's corpse. He opened his eyes, looked around, and then closed them again to press the button to connect the neurons.
Zhongyu stood in the soft white light and heard the gentle voice of the AI: "New brainwave detected, confirmed as a new player. Please select your avatar."
Zhong Yu looked around and said, "Interesting, hehe."
He looked at himself in the mirror and imagined what shape he should mold himself into.
As I pondered, the image in the mirror transformed into the image of Lianhua!
Zhong Yu's face contorted with rage: "How could it be you!?"
Under the influence of the Crimson Heart Gu, he found himself involuntarily beginning to miss the Lian Clan girl. The next second, Lianhua's appearance turned golden, just like all the golden corpses of the Lian Clan...
“This looks much better,” Zhongyu said in a low voice, “but I can’t choose this look, can I…”