Chapter 68 Team Competition
There are still nineteen hours left until the end of the game.
This journey can be described as the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each showing their own abilities. The coordination of moves that had never been honed before became tacit due to the analysis and understanding in the group battle. Although there were some bumps, they were not serious.
They fought their way out of the encirclement, and there was no need to cover up their movements. A group of people rushed in another direction one after another, heading towards the silence.
The government kept the secret so tight that not a single word was leaked. Given how much the other party values people with special abilities, it is impossible for them to abandon them.
The audience may think that this is a new trap, but it is so unusual that the top management will not miss any sign of trouble. How could they just sit there and watch it?
Then you can only use yourself as delicious bait to lure out the real enemy hiding in the shadows. Every one of these people is a hot commodity, so why wouldn't they take the bait?
So, run to the other side with all your might, in order to stay awake, to add enough chips, and to prevent the audience cheering in front of the display screen from feeling fear and anxiety about accidents.
“Here!”
Qin You smiled wantonly and took out several bottles of mana-replenishing potions from her pocket, which she had picked up during the chaos.
Amid Yunpaopao's exclamation, she threw it up with force. The light blue light swaying in the air due to gravity was sealed in the glass bottle and flew in different directions.
It fell steadily into the palm of his companion's hand.
"Wow, this is good stuff. Luckily I caught it." Ye Yunhe followed her example and put the medicine into his pocket. He felt that the skin that was close to it also felt the comfortable coolness.
Sheng Chao fell behind by a step and quickly stretched out his hand, trying to reach the potion that was about to fall from the air.
The glass was too slippery and it slipped out of my hand. A hand reached out from the side at an extremely fast speed and saved the scene at the critical moment.
"Sometimes, speed is really useful." Sheng Chao pursed his lips and smiled, showing the potion in his hand to his brother who was looking at him with surprise, and then gently put it into his hand.
The last bottle fell into the arms of the black shadow. The shadow controlled by Lin Muyu was soft and flexible. With a light lift, he threw the potion in his arms up again and flew towards his teammates beside him.
Si Yuan jumped up and caught it with a "Hey". After curiously feeling the cool warmth flowing in his palms, he passed it to Qi Heng on the other side like a baton.
The young man was stunned, but without hesitation, he raised his hand and took it. The pale blue light was like a firefly, sweeping away all the bloodiness of the night and embellishing the moonlight that should have been bright and flawless.
Lowering his eyelashes, he also felt this wonderful warmth and coolness, which seemed to resonate with the energy in his body. Warmth emerged in his chest, making his smile soften.
Fu Ling suddenly caught a glimpse of this scene and was stunned. The corners of her mouth curled up, sincere and beautiful.
The atmosphere was just right and laughter was gradually spreading.
It was as if where they were heading was not unknown, and that going without return did not exist at this moment. It's just a group of like-minded partners, running hand in hand towards a tomorrow of lush grass and singing birds.
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At the same time, in the center of the battlefield, the blood and gore continued, but the contestants became a little more sober.
After a lot of random fighting, he didn't eliminate many people, and he also consumed a lot of energy. People couldn't help but look at his hands, which were sticky. He felt that he looked like a clown.
"Help! Is this something the government has added? I feel so tired and dizzy. I feel like my body has been drained..."
A disheveled Psychic huddled together with his teammates, gasping for breath while no one was paying attention, leaning tiredly on the shoulder of the person next to him, confused by his sudden desire to win.
I originally wanted to review my heroic deeds, but now it seems there is no point in reviewing them. It has become a black history.
"Is it because of overdrawn supernatural power?"
Seeing that his face was covered in blood and sweat, and he was breathing heavily as if he was about to die, his teammates reached out their hands to help him breathe more smoothly.
"Thank you..." The psychic was barely breathing. He was paralyzed for a while, listening to the fighting sounds coming from the back. After he recovered a little, he sat up with emotion.
"You're such a nice person. I made the right choice when I chose my teammates. Do you want to go out for dinner together after the game? I know a really delicious restaurant that I haven't been to with my friends yet. I'll treat you then!"
"That sounds great." The teammate narrowed his eyes, gently stroking his chest with his hand, his face hidden in the dark, "It's a pleasure to get along with you, but unfortunately..."
"Ah? What's a pity? It's just a meal. Is it any trouble?" The psychic wiped the blood off his face and asked curiously.
His teammate shook his head. He tilted his ear as if to listen, then turned back and asked softly, "I want to ask you a question."
"Ask anything you want!"
"What do you think of...cults?"
"Cult? Why are you asking about such an unlucky thing?" The psychic frowned in disgust when he heard the word, and the remaining energy in his body was ready to move. "Aren't all those psychopaths dead? I just hope they go to hell and never be reborn."
“…”
The teammates fell silent, and the atmosphere became gloomy for some reason. The psychic shuddered, feeling as if he was being stared at, and got goose bumps all over his body.
He rubbed his arms and looked at his teammates in confusion.
The light shone into this small space for a very short moment, but it was enough to see the other person's face, which was always smiling, and what it looked like now.
Expressionless. At that moment, there was only a pair of dark eyes staring at him. After looking into his eyes, the corners of his straight mouth curled up high with an exaggerated arc.
There was a slight sound of fabric rubbing against each other, and the hand was gently caressing the chest from beginning to end. The movements were slow and the posture was gentle, revealing a strange tenderness.
Just like a mother caressing her baby in the womb.
The psychic stared into the pair of dark eyes dully, his pupils constricted, and he felt a chill in his heart that spread to his limbs and bones, paralyzing his entire body and making him unable to move.
"So it's a pity." The teammate said softly, "I was quite satisfied with you."
Is it a nightmare? Or an illusion?
The psychic was confused by what was happening before his eyes.
The explosion tore the body into pieces, and splattered blood and broken flesh hit him on the head. The smiling face was shattered by the impact, and the hand that was gently caressing the chest fell into his arms, the touch was clear and there was residual warmth.
What follows? The first sight of it fills people with fear, their pupils shrink like needle tips, and they feel extreme pain from the flowing blood. His intuition and remaining consciousness gave him the alarm and he screamed frantically to escape, but his body just collapsed on the spot, his limbs powerless.
Black, a thick darkness that obscured all senses, exploded and grew on the bodies of the teammates who had died tragically, and instantly grew several times larger, spreading and covering the entire area.
The psychic was wrapped inside, his nose filled with disgusting blood and his body was sticky. He opened his mouth, wanting to scream and shout, wanting the others to get away quickly.
The next second, he fell into an endless abyss and could no longer sense anything.
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The audience who were separated to watch the Battle of Zhuolu had basically experienced the previous three sessions.
It was fine at the beginning. The seniors were still passing on their experiences to the newcomers, explaining the rules and steps of the team competition, and guessing the final champion together. It was very interesting.
But in the middle, when the audience saw the scenes that were intense even though the bloodiness was blocked, they were still dumbfounded and confused by the sudden fast pace.
Looking at those psychics who are blood-thirsty, I always feel that something is a little abnormal, as if they are all poisoned. So I couldn't help but look back at the employee, seeking an answer.
This, what is going on? The government employee looked calm and it didn’t look like anything had happened… Could it be just because of the prize for winning the Battle of Zhuolu?
It seems understandable.
Silky accepted the new segment and the audience became happy again. The employees standing by looked at each other silently, reviewing the prepared scripts in their minds, fearing that they would be embarrassed and at a loss for words when trying to appease the people after the incident.
On the display screen, attention was mainly focused on the melee. Even if people were watching the youth version of the content, they were still enjoying it, paying attention to every detail and action, and discussing it enthusiastically. Trust and a sense of security make people forget their fear of the future at this moment.
Therefore, when the first person discovered the familiar black fog, his brain had not yet loaded and he was still smiling stupidly without reacting, until he subconsciously stared at that place for a long time, then he realized it and took a breath, pointed with trembling hands, and almost bit off his tongue.
"Dark, dark, dark, dark... black fog!"
"Black fog?" Someone was startled after hearing this, and instantly came back to his senses, staring out the window desperately, "Where is it?!"
"In the illusion!! A person with superpowers was swallowed up!!"
On the display screen, the black fog spreading from the darkness was like a glutton, instantly attracting all attention. A commotion broke out, fear spread, and everyone watched helplessly as the mutant was devoured alive.
The darkness is the best protective color, and the terrifying sound of the explosion represents the arrival of a nightmare.
"What is going on?! Is this also arranged by the government?"
The audience screamed. The negative emotions awakened by the feared object accumulated wildly and were about to leak out, but were interrupted by a loud bang that exploded at the right time.
The crowd looked back in fear and saw the employees who remained calm. A lady in the lead was looking at them calmly. Her aura gradually calmed the panicked people and wiped away the horrible guesses that emerged in their minds.
"Please don't panic. The government and other guild leaders have anticipated all these developments and have already prepared corresponding measures."
As the commotion died down, a woman's calm, powerful voice rang out in the room.
"I'm sorry that I didn't inform you in advance and caused you to be frightened. This was a helpless move and was also to allow the situation to develop as desired."
"In fact, our intelligence department received the news a week ago, which is also what I am about to tell you - the cult that was wiped out two years ago has now made a comeback."
There was a commotion.
Are there still remnants of the cult?
People couldn't believe it, repeated the sentence subconsciously, and looked at each other in shock.
But it is undeniable that after hearing the word "cult", all the fear in their hearts turned into anger and hatred, and new and old hatreds were suddenly mixed together.
"So, those beasts..." someone said in a trembling voice, "can actually control the black fog?"
"No, don't worry." Amidst the countless gazes, the leading woman slowly shook her head, her eyes gentle yet sharp, "So far, the cult still doesn't know that its plan has been exposed. And with the help of a supernatural being, the government has learned a lot of intelligence about the cult."
"Regarding the Black Mist, they do have some unknown means, but the government and the guild have also been developing related supernatural items. After testing, they are enough to fight against them. The revised laws will be announced later, so please be sure to read them carefully."
"We will ensure the personal safety of all contestants, and on this basis, we will catch the cult and clean it up as quickly as possible!"
As soon as he finished speaking, all the employees folded their hands on their abdomens and bowed deeply to the crowd. The crowd was shocked and wanted to step forward to help the man up.
The lady stood up with the force. She smiled at the people who helped her up, glanced around and said loudly:
"The government will not let go of any person with bad intentions. For Dawn, we will give everything."
"Until this matter is over, please stay here for the time being. We will protect everyone's safety!"
——
here we go.
On the display screen, an atmosphere of despair spread. The frightened psychics tried desperately to escape from the black fog, but were swallowed up by the rapidly spreading nightmare the next moment.
Gathered in one place and distributed everywhere.
Using the body as a container, they go to great lengths to drive the contestants to an area covered by black fog, where they die together at the planned time, paving the way for the so-called supreme faith. Even if the people around are close relatives and friends, I will not hesitate.
So loyal.
The day watched quietly and counted in his heart.
One, two, three...well, that's it. It seems that out of the ten bombs, only three were successful, and the rest were duds, leaving only human flesh fragments on the ground.
Oh, no, there's one more.
The young man glanced to the other side, and on the screen was a group of people who had successfully left the deep forest, and the main characters in the picture were looking back in surprise.
Among them, the young man named Qi Heng tilted his head as if he sensed something, and his calm eyes looked over, as if through an invisible barrier, meeting his gaze from a long distance away.
The last bomb is hidden among the crowd.
And he had already prepared for the final plot.
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