Inside the Red Cross.

Guy, lying on the hospital bed, slowly opened his eyes. He propped up his arms, leaned against the head of the bed, lowered his head and clenched his intact hands in surprise.

Miraculously, all his injuries healed overnight.

Guy looked up and was even more surprised when he saw Bai Liu standing beside his bed: "Why are you here?"

"Maybe you should say thank you first?" Bai Liu pointed at Guy's healed wounds with a smile, "I stole Alex's medicine to treat you. Although it's only for external use, it seems to be effective."

Guy looked at his hands, which had no scars or bullet holes, and said with pride and nostalgia, "Yes, he was a very good guy."

"Alex doesn't want you to be cured at all, but I believe you have your own decision." Bai Liu sat on the head of the bed and looked up at Guy. "Do you remember what I said to you the night before our wedding?"

Guy hummed softly. He was lost in some deep thought and whispered, "You said that God created war because he didn't want us to be happy."

"Because if we live too happily, we won't need God to exist."

Guy raised his head and looked at Bai Liu with a determined gaze: "It was your words that made me determined to rebel."

"I will go among the natives and destroy their faith in God."

Bai Liu raised the corners of his lips slightly, and he lowered his eyelids: "Really?"

——Just as he thought.

There was still one more big battle to go before Alex's third-party camp was formed.

When Guy was about to wake up, Alex left alone. He didn't let Bai Liu tell Guy that he had been there. He just stayed outside Guy's tent, sitting in a wheelchair and staring at the people coming and going around him in a daze.

The bearers of wounded soldiers from both sides were anxiously moving back and forth. Blood dripped onto the ground, drawing red lines that crisscrossed around him, forming an invisible net. At the center of the net were him and Guy behind him.

Bai Liu opened the tent and came out. He squinted at Alex in the wheelchair and said, "Do you feel like you can't stop this?"

Alex was silent for a long time before he uttered a hoarse sound: "The natives said that this was all God's will. Guy and I laughed for a long time at that time, but now I think about it..."

"…God created all of this, and perhaps only God can stop it."

Bai Liu lowered her eyes: "Maybe."

Alex paused for a moment, then suddenly said, "I've thought about using the drug I was testing on these people to prolong their lives, hoping that they can survive."

"But I found that no matter how long it lasts, they will still die, but they can move after death and become a moving, attacking corpse."

Alex's eyelashes trembled slightly. "The corpse has no memory, no emotion, no soul, but it can move, hug, and kill people. I feel scared. I think I have created a terrible war monster. I dare not tell anyone."

"Except Guy."

Alex chuckled dreamily, tears falling from his eyelashes:

"He said that he didn't think such things were scary. If one day he turned into such a monster, he wouldn't feel sad because he would be able to hug me tightly after his death."

"War turns this moving corpse into a weapon, but lovers use this weapon to embrace each other."

Alex turned to look at Bai Liu. His expression was blank, as if he was asking Bai Liu, or as if he was asking himself: "--Should I use this medicine?"

Bai Liu held the back of his wheelchair and looked down at him calmly: "Don't you already have the answer?"

Alex clenched the bottle of medicine in his hand, lowered his head, and said to himself: "If... I won't use it."

"There are too few people in this world who love each other. The drug can only become a weapon to separate them."

Bai Liu glanced at the tent and said softly, "Sometimes what separates lovers may not be external things, but that one of them has chosen a different path from you."

"And you can't stop him."

Alex smiled bitterly: "Yes, Bai Liu, why do you have to tell me the real reason why Guy and I broke up?"

"You are really... both rational and cruel. You have to watch your lover walk towards the path of self-destruction with your own eyes. Bai Liu, you don't understand what kind of pain this is."

Bai Liu lowered his eyes and said, "Maybe."

He said, pushing Alex's wheelchair outside.

Guy, who had recovered, quietly slipped out from behind the tent. He looked back at the front of the tent from a distance. It was empty, with nothing in front but two wheelchair footprints on the ground.

It was as if the vague voice of Alex he heard was an illusion created because he missed her too much.

Guy paused for a moment and left without looking back.

The morning light is dim.

The surface of the central lake was filled with spindle-shaped wooden boats, with five to ten native soldiers standing on each boat. Under the dark green water, a team of assault soldiers approached silently with mines.

At exactly 6:25 in the morning, all the submerged soldiers set their watches to the same time before going into the water, and the bombing of the war first broke out beneath the water.

After a group of people were thrown into the water and their boats capsized, the assault team quickly retreated and began to lay other mines in an orderly manner along the river channel where the water flowed, preventing the group of native soldiers in the central lake from attacking along the river.

It was a perfect raid until a heavy rain came.

The artillerymen in the rear were loading ammunition in the rainforest under the heavy rain. The first batch of tens of thousands of bombs that could have caused a huge commotion were almost all hit by raindrops into the mud before hitting the target due to the heavy rain, and did not produce the expected effect.

The impact of the lakes and rivers that had been blocked by mines suddenly diminished as the water level rose rapidly. Countless natives rushed out in boats, and as the rainstorm intensified, the war intensified.

Tang Erda looked like he was pulled out of mud, with half of his face covered with mud. He touched his face and shook the gun in his hand that was half a pound heavy with mud. He was not using it conveniently and was about to throw it away to switch to his skill weapon.

Spade, who was standing next to him, thrust his gun barrel over and stopped Tang Erda from throwing his gun away.

Tang Er turned around and asked in confusion, "What?"

Heitao's clothes were soaked in mud, and his face was covered with mud spots, which made his exposed skin look frighteningly white. "You and Bai Liu are in the same group, right?"

Tang Er nodded hesitantly.

There was a faint light in Heitao's eyes in the pouring rain: "Don't use your skill weapons, take the gun, and let's go back to the lake."

"I found the spot where the bodies were stored."

the other end.

The people in the killer sequence were sitting on a small boat that was swaying on the lake.

Amid the noise of heavy rain and thunder, Nishen almost shouted himself to death: "Have you found a place to store corpses?"

Bai Jiamu wiped the raindrops from his chin and shook his head: "We have searched the land and found no obvious storage points."

Usually this kind of scoring task is divided into two parts. The first is to find the correct scoring object, such as a moving corpse. The second is to find the scoring location. The corpse must be placed in the designated location before it will be officially counted into the team member's points.

"There's something wrong with the corpse. It's not the ordinary corpse we thought." Nishen wore a steel helmet and sat cross-legged on the boat, swaying back and forth like a contractor with a deep hatred. The rain on his head flowed down in waves, and there was a small waterfall in front of his eyes. "We didn't find the correct points object, and we couldn't use the points object to trigger the points location."

Nishen touched his face and took a deep breath: "Spade's intuition is still accurate. The integral object corpse block should only be produced by the enemy."

"We are not on the same side as Spade, so we have to think of another way. Wait for the main NPC to rebel and produce points for us."

Bai Jiamu shouted: "Nishen, when do you think the main NPC will rebel?"

Nishen's eyes were deep: "It will be soon. We already have a main NPC here. According to Bai Liu's plan and the relationship between these two main NPCs, it should be after this war."

After saying that, Nishen stood up, and the water on his helmet slid down the brim and washed his face.

Nishen: “…”

How come this helmet is still in tatters and leaks?

Bai Jiamu couldn't help but hold Nishen back: "I don't understand why we have to cooperate with Bai Liu. According to your arrangement, the main NPC will also rebel. There is no need to cooperate with him."

Nishen took off his hat and turned to look at Bai Jiamu.

That look was gentle, but Bai Jiamu didn't know why, he felt like he had offended the authority of an elder.

Bai Jiamu quickly let go of Nishen's hand, looking a little nervous, like a child who realized he had made a mistake: "...You are a tactician, should I not ask this?"

Nishen shook his hat and put on the rotten steel helmet again. He looked at Bai Jiamu and smiled, not angry at all: "I activated the prophecy skill after I came in."

This time, not only Bai Jiamu, but also the other two members of the killer sequence were shocked and looked over.

Although Nishen was rated as the best tactician in the league, it was not because of his prophecy skill, but because of his intelligence value.

Nishen's intelligence value is 96 points.

This guy can win in almost every game with the least casualties on his team. Ever since the Deer Hunters had Nishen, the team members had not changed until Nishen left, and they were all the ones who followed Nishen.

After participating in so many league games, without any golden medal of immunity from death, all the members survived until Nishen left under the guidance of the tactician Nishen.

He is a well-known tactician who likes to fight a delaying war. Compared with other extreme tacticians, his methods can be said to be quite mild.

But after Nishen left, one of the Deer Hunters died quickly.

That day, Nishen sat in the Killer Sequence's office all night, looking at photos of old teammates without saying a word. The Killer Sequence had a bunch of stubborn members, and no one dared to disturb him at that time.

They are still afraid of those who disobey God.

Nishen seems to be a very easy-going person who rarely gets angry, but in fact, his temper and behavior are quite strange. Sometimes he smiles and looks very pervasive, and it is impossible to figure out what he is thinking.

Because as a player, Nishen hardly uses his skills, but this skill is prophecy, which touches the rules of the game, which seems unreasonable.

You have to know that all the skills that allow you to access game permissions are powerful weapons, such as Red Heart's imitation playing cards and White Willow's old trading wallets. No player would think that they have lived long enough to hide these skills without using them.

But Nishen just didn't use it. The moments when he used his prophecy skill were very few. At least, as far as Bai Jiamu could remember, there were only two times.

One time, Ni Shen made a prophecy to Spade, but no one knew the content of that prophecy.

And this time, it was a novice player who met it for the first time, which was really too bizarre.