When the other players saw that it was Su Mingan who became the Ghost of the Nine Gods, they were not very happy.
Ideally, they would certainly hope that players like Jingxue Junko or Makin, who are ranked in the 80s or 90s, would become the Ghost of the Nine Gods, which would make things much easier for them.
Compared with other players chasing them, the pressure is completely different from Su Mingan chasing them. They can just walk around the streets and even gather together to tease and kill them. But if it's the latter... it will really become a farm battle royale, and they can only run if they encounter it.
And Ying's next words made them look even paler.
"Also, the strength of the 'Nine Gods' will be increased by 500%, while the strength of the other twelve will be suppressed by 50%. However, after the eight altars are engraved, this strength change will be removed - of course, as the escapee, you can also gain some reconnaissance and escape skills."
After hearing this, all twelve players looked solemn.
They had looked at the world rankings and found that Su Mingan's combat power had already reached 2,400. If it was multiplied five times, it could easily reach 4,000...
"It seems that this copy encourages us to dodge and escape, so it gives us the skills of reconnaissance and escape. We have been weakened by 50%, and it is impossible for us to confront the Demon of the Nine Gods head-on." Sirius analyzed.
"We're here." Ying stopped.
They had walked across the dirt road and arrived in front of a large processing plant. At this time, an old man smoking a dry pipe and a dark-skinned young man in a coarse linen shirt were sitting around a cylindrical machine that was puffing.
When Su Mingan saw the stone houses and farmland of the fourth tribe, he thought it was a primitive world. But when he saw the industrial-era processing plant and steam engine in front of him, he felt that it was not the case.
The sense of division between the times is extremely clear here.
Seeing the thirteen players coming, the old man blew out a smoke ring.
"I'm Lao Te, the farmer here." He said, "Twelve contestants, I will teach you these skills about 'escape'."
"I'm Meiyatu, an outsider who came here a few years ago and now works on a farm." The dark-skinned young man glanced at Su Ming'an and said, "I will teach you the skills of 'hunting down'."
"Hey? There are NPCs here?" Wang Chaoze muttered, and Sirius asked directly: "What does Black Lamb mean? What is Jiu Shen?"
Su Ming'an was a little surprised when he heard Sirius' question.
...These people don’t even know what Jiu Shen means?
Su Mingan suddenly realized that he seemed to have a large information gap.
Lao Te's dry face wrinkled slightly: "...Don't ask too much, I am only here to follow the oracle left by the Hundred Gods. I am responsible for teaching you my ability of 'escape'. I don't know the specific meaning of this fight."
"Pursuer, follow me." Meiyatu next to him glanced at Su Mingan.
Su Mingan followed Meiyatu and left.
After he left, the twelve players gathered together to learn skills from Lao Te.
"I can teach you five skills, and each of you can choose two to learn from them," said Lao Te.
After listening to this, Lu did not rush to study, but looked around and met the gazes of the other eleven people.
"Everyone!" he shouted. "It is clear that the twelve of us have become a large group. At present, we have a common enemy."
The other people looked at him. They had no objection to Lu's behavior of snatching the right to speak. Perhaps it was because Lu was really popular among the passers-by.
"Our common goal is to carve the blood patterns on the eight altars and open the escape door. Unfortunately, our common enemy is the No. 1 player, who none of us want to confront head-on." Lu said, "As the hiding and escaping party, we need to avoid encountering the No. 1 player during the operation as much as possible... I think these skills are what allowed us to escape. As a group, we should allocate these skills reasonably."
Lu has already seen these five skills: "Acute Perception" which can detect the movements of others within a range of ten meters, "Tracking Eye" which can see through the positions of other escapees, "Remote Communication" which can communicate with a player within a range of one thousand meters, "Hand of Redemption" which can forcibly teleport a seriously injured player at the cost of reversing the progress of the altar, and "Concealment Color" which blends in with the color of the surrounding environment.
Each person can only choose two from them, and "Tracking Eye" and "Remote Communication" are obviously essential skills for leaders.
Lu took the lead in choosing these two skills that were obviously not conducive to individual escape, and arranged the distribution of skills with other players.
"I have healing skills, and Hand of Redemption is more suitable." said Junko Jingxue.
"I want to choose agility perception and concealment. I have a lot of displacement, so when necessary, I can deal with Su Mingan for a while. My guide is also good at concealment, so my life safety should be guaranteed." Wang Wanyu suggested.
"Isabella is my friend. I need a long-distance communication. Some of her skills need to be used in my communication. She has a mechanical arm that can temporarily create some reconnaissance machines that can be driven."
"Margaret, don't you have the Archangel Wings skill? With the Tracking Eye, you should be able to lock the positions of all other Black Lamb players. Combined with remote communication, you can achieve a perspective effect on the entire map..."
"Well, I propose..."
"I tend to..."
What was very comforting was that the players on the scene communicated easily and quickly, and there was no quarrel over a skill. The scene was harmonious, just like friends who had known each other for several years, and even their respective live broadcast rooms were peaceful.
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