Bai Liu and his friends left Taishan Station and came to the place where they were previously accommodated. They found that Fang Xiaoxiao, whom they had dug out from the ice crack, was missing.

"Fang Xiaoxiao also took away other team members." Tang Erda said with a stern expression.

Mu Sicheng looked at Bai Liu: "So are we going to look for them next? Where will they go?"

"I roughly know why Edmund left and where they will go." Bai Liu exhaled a breath of white air. He looked into the distance through the sparse snow at the edge of the Antarctic continent, which was glowing in the gray sunlight.

Bai Liu smiled in a relaxed, slightly playful manner: "——It seems that the other player has put a lot of pressure on the final boss, Professor Edmund, forcing him to temporarily give up the experiment on us and leave to target this player instead."

Liu Jiayi is always the one who reacts the fastest. She turned to look at Bai Liu: "Is it Heitao? What did he do?"

"Go and carry out the main mission of the game." Bai Liu looked back at her calmly, "--to make the world warmer."

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Next to the pure white Ross Ice Shelf.

In the waters near Victoria Land, the seawater contains a large amount of salt that can lower the freezing point of water to below freezing.

Before the polar night arrives, the Antarctic sea water is at its coldest, where the cold and warm waters meet. If a person falls into it for just fifteen minutes, he or she will die from hypothermia.

In such waters, it is obviously an eye-catching thing to see a human being floating up and down like a whale and sinking continuously.

A tent-like warehouse made of snow blocks was piled haphazardly on the shore, containing canned food, a sled, a pair of neatly laid out socks and a sled.

There was a clothes drying rack on the sled, with a pair of oversized boxer briefs neatly hung on it, drying over two burning alcohol lamps.

It seemed that he was unwilling to wear someone else's underwear found in the observation station, so he chose to dry his own underwear and reuse it.

A small red flag was stuck on the top of the snow "tent", swaying violently in the sea breeze, and the material on it emitted a strange fluorescent glow in the approaching night, which was quite conspicuous.

The people in the sea floated up and down twice, and their swimming speed was abnormally fast, even faster than the seals and killer whales nearby that began to eat a lot and store fat in preparation for the coming winter.

At least when the two creatures were tentatively hunting this man, he just made a slight stroke, turned easily in the water, and passed through the jaws of these two top predators in the Antarctic in the blink of an eye.

Bubbles were oozing out from his lips - only from this point could one tell that this guy was a peculiar human being, not a cold humanoid monster born in the icy sea.

Even the seals trying to hunt him might have wondered in their hearts why this prey could not sense any heat radiation.

Like ice, or even colder than ice.

Before they could figure out the answer, the cunning "prey" once again smoothly passed by their fangs, swung its legs, blinked its eyes, and dived into the deeper sea where no light could be seen.

Ten minutes later, Spade surfaced, dragging a tide gauge weighing several hundred kilograms in his hand.

He walked forward barefoot on the ice, dragging the instrument enclosed by a huge orange-yellow frame with his left hand, leaving a long trail on the snow. The water on his eyelashes and hair froze into ice before it dripped, and he crushed it with his right hand.

This practice is very dangerous and can easily cause injury to the eyes and skin, as well as severe frostbite and bruises.

But this kind of injury doesn't seem to cause any harm to Spade.

This kind of damage and temperature, which would be fatal to a normal human, seemed so insignificant on him that it was not even worth it for him to reach out his hand a second time to brush away the ice fragments stuck between his eyelashes and forehead.

The broken ice was like small diamonds that had not been simply polished, hanging sparsely and sporadically on Spade's tight and smooth body. At certain angles, it would reflect amazing light, shining on his cold skin.

He is not overly muscular, and in fact looks skinny when his shoulder blades are tensed. However, the proportions of his skeleton from shoulders to waist and abdomen to ankles are very good. His muscles are thin but strong, stretching from the back of his neck to the instep of his feet. It seems that the muscle content attached to each bone and each joint has been carefully calculated to create such a shell that is both powerful and symmetrical.

The skin does not turn green after being soaked in sea water. Instead, it exudes a glaze-like sheen like polished marble, a friendly translucent white.

It's like a work of art that has been meticulously carved seven billion times but still isn't satisfactory. It would probably take sculptors all over the world to go crazy to carve such a half-naked sculpture.

The only pity is that half of the sculpture's face is covered by hair, and only the jaw can be seen, which fits the body of this work of art very well.

Spade seemed to be unable to feel the cold, shining icicles. He dragged the heavy load forward at a steady pace, and finally melted them with his eyeballs and body temperature.

Then this bit of bright light disappeared in an instant in the huge snowstorm, and no one could ever notice that this cold monster that dived into the deep sea had ever had such a bright scene.

Spade casually threw the instrument weighing several hundred pounds aside with one hand, knelt on top of the instrument, leaned over to find the inside of the instrument, then pulled out the whip without hesitation, grasped the handle of the whip with his backhand as if it were a dagger, and stabbed it inside.

After the stabbing, he realized that he had done something inappropriate. He slowly opened his mouth and let out an "ah".

[This is a whip, not a dagger!! Not a long sword!! Not an awl or a crutch! You can only swing it!! You cannot stab, trample, kill, chop or hack!]

Spade Condition reflexively recalled the new teammate who had just transferred in, the God-Reverse Judge who was screaming at the top of his lungs in his ear:

[Use the whip properly! Don't apply all the weird weapon usage methods to the whip! Show me some respect for the weapon form you use! Do you know how many points the guild spent on maintaining your weapon last year? ]

The man accused him bitterly:

[If you use the whip handle without any mercy and poke around, won't you feel guilty when you use it? Do you know how expensive the material is? ]

Spades really didn't know any of this. He was only responsible for winning the game and never cared about anything other than winning or losing the game.

He recalled how he had responded to the new member who had just been transferred back to the Killer Rank:

——【Winning is enough.】

He seems to be very good at attacking with various weapon forms, and no one knows why the weapon form that his personal skills finally settled on is a whip.

Spade doesn't really like using a whip; he's more comfortable with a dagger or a spike, but a whip will do the trick.

Because even though he uses a whip, he can also force the whip to attack like other weapons, exerting a very strong attack force.

Therefore, in the end, he can often achieve his core goal—winning the game.

So he never really cared about this, but his teammate in this league, the God-defying Judge, did care a lot about this.

No matter how many times the God-rebellious Judge warned him with tears in despair, Spade still went his own way and used the whip in his own way.

So the judge activated his skills, predicted Spade's future, and threatened him evilly, Spade, if you don't practice the use of the whip well, you will lose to a player who is better at using the whip than you in the league!

Spade cared about winning or losing, so he listened a little this time.

From the beginning of the game until now, Spade has been cracking the whip in a very standard way. Even though it's not very convenient, it's not unusable.

But just now he got the hang of it and used the handle of the whip to directly poke open the inner part of the tide gauge.

However, the annoying new team member was not there and did not see this tragic scene, so Spade just paused slightly and continued to use the whip to pry open the steel outer shell of the instrument as if nothing had happened, and dug out a thermometer wrapped in layers of waterproof plastic cloth.

Spade tore open the waterproof cloth, revealing a small vibrating metal box wrapped inside.

This is a very strange little box, making high-frequency irregular movements in all directions, making very sharp high-frequency vibration sounds in Spade's hand. Just holding it will shatter a person's bones.

Hei Tao clenched his five fingers, leaving a clearly visible fingerprint on the metal box.

He simply crushed the box, then pressed his thumb against the side and bent his fingers inward, poking a hole in the box.

Pressing the hole he had poked with his fingertips, Spade turned around and took the small box back into the snow tent.

He could feel a lot of dust-like things hitting his fingertips, and his fingernails were swollen from the shock.

It should be painful, but unfortunately he couldn't feel it much.

Spade bent down and hooked down his dried boxer briefs, then bent over and rummaged in the tent with one hand, and found a bottle of strong acid in a glass bottle, then held the box directly over the alcohol lamp to heat it.

His eyes were fixed on the flame of the alcohol lamp, his breathing was very light, the flickering candlelight cast a warm light in his eyes, and his cold skin gradually warmed up under the baking of the alcohol lamp.

Also warming was the metal box held in Spade's hand.

The metal box was heated to an incredibly high temperature, and the outer surface had turned faintly red. Spade's hand, which was holding the box, was burned so hard that it made a sizzling sound as if the ice shell was evaporating, but he himself seemed not to feel the heat at all and continued to hold it tightly, indifferently.

The dust inside the box vibrated faster and faster due to the high temperature, and Spade's entire arm began to tremble wildly.

After being roasted for an unknown amount of time, Spade's arm slowly stopped shaking, as if the particles inside had lost their vitality due to the continuous high temperature. He finally felt that it was enough, so he withdrew his hand, opened the hole on the box that he was pressing with his fingertips, and poured the strong acid in the bottle into it without hesitation.

The strong acid reacted violently, gas continuously leaked out from the hole in the box, and even a layer of dark oxide film appeared on the surface of the box.

Hei Tao lowered his eyes and looked at the box. He heard his system announcement:

[System prompt: Congratulations to player Spade for destroying the particle weather reaction device (521/600)]

[The game is coming to an end, please keep playing! ]