I give the world destruction and new life

Chapter 300 Conflict
This is Tang Ji's second visit to the demo city, but last time he didn't have enough time to observe the city, which is said to be built according to the homes of the players.

The scene here reminded Tang Ji of the scene he had seen in the player's dream through the Lord of Happy Dreams.

A street that can't be seen at a glance, with exactly the same black buildings on both sides of the road, seems to be some kind of inferior repetitive texture.

It's just that the road under his feet is just an ordinary asphalt road, not the kind of black crystal of unknown material, and there are endless pedestrians on the street, but his personal style is not as ostentatious as Night City.

The patrol cars of the law enforcement officers are invisible on the street. Instead, there are drones of different sizes painted in the colors of the law enforcement officers. From time to time, drones can be seen hovering in front of passers-by, asking them to look up in dry tones take inspection.

Of course, no drones would come to trouble Tang Ji. Mikkelsen helped him forge a false identity, and he could enjoy the deputy commander-level authority in the demonstration city.

Wang Zhengdao greeted him in a small alley not far away, and disappeared in the next second. After 24 hours of rest, he has recovered more than half of his body. After completing the mission of transportation, he went directly back to the European Union to deal with it. Ark organized affairs.

They received the news that those players were transferring the body from the body warehouses around the world. Obviously, what they did in Antarctica greatly slowed down the arrival speed of the players.

Wang Zhengdao needs to go back to sit in town and stare at the Prophet's body life support cabin. If she really becomes the player's body, then the Ark organization will have a lot of fun.

Tang Ji glanced at the high-rise buildings not far away, and the huge Walter Group LOGO was hanging in mid-air, exuding a soft light, trying to create light pollution even in broad daylight.

He entered the heavily guarded building unimpeded, and his disguised identity and face did not trigger any alarms, but the labyrinth-like scene inside the Walter Group made Tang Ji smile.

As long as they are afraid, that's fine!

The Walter Group, which is almost empty, is full of bleakness. Those non-player employees have been notified to go home on vacation, and now there are only a few cleaners cleaning every corner of the huge company hall.

More than 100 leadership members of the entire group suddenly lost contact collectively, leaving many employees at a loss, and reflected in the stock price, it plummeted even more.

But these have nothing to do with Tang Ji, he walked into the heart of the enemy just like that.

Tang Ji closed his eyes and felt the surrounding environment. The perception continued to extend across various obstacles within 100 meters, and the trivial details were continuously refined, oppressing the limit of perception ability.

In the next second, Tang Ji took a sudden step forward, and then disappeared into the air.

At this moment, he seemed to be squeezed into some kind of crack, and the pressure around him almost made him breathless. As he struggled to move forward, Tang Ji had already appeared in a conference room inside the Walter Group. The face is less than two centimeters.

If Tang Ji's error was a little bigger, it is probably stuck on the wall by now.

"You'd better practice your non-core abilities more. If their upgrade speed is obviously faster than the ability of rage, we can further expand your ability list while ensuring your genetic safety." Wu Qianying's words still remain In Tang Ji's ear.

Aliya was very sorry that he came in a hurry and left in a hurry. Foreman had already prepared a very rich dinner and planned to take the opportunity to consume a wave of supplies that were about to expire.

But Tang Ji could only regretfully reject the other people's kindness. The window to meet Karcalf is limited. God knows when those pioneers will come back.

The feeling of being a Phase Assassin for the first time was very bad, even more uncomfortable than being dragged by Wang Zhengdao to jump in space, as if he voluntarily got into the toilet, and then someone pressed the flush button.

Fortunately, Tangy knows the structure here very well. Mikkelsen's people built a training camp in another building with exactly the same structure, imitating the internal structure of the Walter Group. Once the time is right, they will rush up Attack the Wall Group.

Tanguy didn't know how much Mikkelsen had prepared in the dark, but he proved time and time again that he was a reliable teammate and a terrible enemy.

So when Tang Ji returned to reality from the state of phase shift for the third time, he was already standing at the door of Karcalf's office.

3 minutes, just right.

Tang Ji knocked lightly on the door.

Karcalf took a deep breath and opened the door. He was indeed taken aback by Tang Ji's appearance speed, but what worried him more was how to erase today's surveillance records.

Apparently Tang Ji did this on purpose, and Karcalf smiled wryly, accepting the temptation from his allies.

"Welcome to the Walter Group. As you can see, this is the headquarters of the pioneers in this world." Karcalf stepped back to let Tang Ji come in.

"Where are those players?" Tang Ji didn't have time to test each other with Karcalf, and asked straight to the point.

"In the Persian region, although they didn't tell me, I saw the desert on the other side of the dimension gate." Karkarf did not hesitate, and directly explained what he knew.

"They came very suddenly this time, at least the Blazers didn't know anything about it." Karcalf continued: "The person in charge of the tester this time is Makarian. I have only heard of him before. Name, he used to be a well-known pioneer, and then suddenly disappeared, and some people say that he only works for the highest IDs now."

"Thank you, that's enough." Tang Ji got what he wanted, and took a deep look at Karcalf. The other party's attitude towards him was twice as respectful as before.

At least this proves that the pioneers are already in awe of him. Next, if he can make the entire player group like this, at least it can have a deterrent effect on the player group.

"That's Kang Orr, our best mercenary." Aslan followed behind Makarian, and introduced the lunatic who was fighting the players on the training ground in the distance.

"It's impressive." Makarian watched as Kang Orr was hit by something that looked like a ball of lightning, and a third of his body disappeared instantly. This was the third time he had seen the other party 'dead' recently. In the ring.

But every time Kang Orr would make a comeback within a few hours, provoking the players again with undiminished momentum, the ultimate mouth smell, the ultimate enjoyment, Kang Orr has caused two players to psychologically collapse until now.

Makarian knew who his subordinates were, but being so easily provoked by the local natives only proved that Con Orr was a real expert.

"It's too slow, it's too slow." Kang Orr, with his intestines all over the floor, taunted his opponent with the expression of someone who came here: "I'll let you this time, next time, I'll bite off your ear !"

The angry players once again condensed a ball of lightning and wiped off Kang Orr's head, but it was obviously not so easy to see his expression.

Because Corn Orr never breaks his promise in this regard, he has already caused nine players to lie on the bed and seriously injured him. The most disgusting thing is that Corn Orr never tries to kill players, he just gives them a Replace the element body, otherwise the mark will be indelible.

Just yesterday, Con Orr forcibly assaulted a male player, and he completed at least two rounds before being torn to pieces.

That player is still staying in the tent, and his reaction to the outside world is extremely limited.

"He is one of the few people who survived a direct confrontation with Tang Ji. If you want these testers to understand Tang Ji's fighting style, he is the best candidate." Aslan introduced the situation hoarsely.

"Tang Ji's style?" Makarian recalled the video materials about Tang Ji he watched. Compared with the many abnormal enemies he had seen, Tang Ji seemed so inconspicuous.

After all, the other party neither has a body like a mountain, nor does he have a perception network that can cover the entire continent. If he can't really kill the player, Makarian might not even look at him.

However, the fact is that such an ordinary guy, in the first encounter, killed nearly a hundred players under him, and single-handedly created the biggest collective death incident on their side in the past 100 years.

"He hates us." Aslan thought of the operation in the Battle of Paris. He might not be able to hold on just a little bit, and chose to go to the battlefield. After that, I'm afraid there will be nothing else
And in the encounter with Seven Virtues, Aslan also thought he was dead, but unexpectedly, the opponent didn't kill him, but gave him a chance to go offline and leave.

Aslan didn't want to have a third time, at least he didn't want to have a third encounter with Tang Jizai before he was able to protect himself.

"When we made our first public appearance, a nuclear bomb was detonated, and his wife was affected. Since then, he has hated us." Aslan did his homework for Tang Ji: "As a rage, He is getting stronger day by day, and his ability can nullify most supernatural abilities, how do you plan to deal with him?"

Makarian ignored Aslan's self-pity, even if he had a detailed plan, he would exclude these pioneers from the action plan, not to mention there is no
He looked at the hills in the distance, where a flash of light disappeared in an instant, and Makarian's face immediately became ugly.

"Hashim, are these people?" A man wearing a turban and a worn-out bulletproof vest hid on the hill, observing the group of cruel bandits in the distance with binoculars.

They kill passers-by in the street, set houses on fire, and laugh about it, which is totally immoral.

"I guess it's them." The man called Hashim clenched his fists as he looked at the superhumans who wantonly slaughtered their compatriots.

He is a messenger of the Wind of Freedom organization. For the past five years, he has been the only communication channel for dozens of surrounding villages and towns.

As a messenger, Hashim has a high prestige. He walks alone in this desert, crosses those dangerous roads, needs to avoid drones and power grids, and delivers the letter in his hand to the destination requested by the sender. ,without return.

Because all of this is to prevent civilization from being cut off, so that the nation will not degenerate into isolated islands of information in this closed environment.

The Wind of Freedom now has a total of 32 active messengers, most of them are superhumans, and most of these superhumans are cultural identity people returning to their ancient hometown from other regions.

When the outside world was swept by the wave of metahumans, this place was forgotten by the world as it has been for hundreds of years.

Hashim still remembered the first time he showed his abilities, the elder's expression was both excited and terrified, as if he had seen Ibrahim come back to life.

But after Hashim returned to the European Federation several times and brought back a full sixteen superhumans with Persian blood to join the wind of freedom, the elder believed that he was the incarnation of Jibril—bringing the world a Come to the light, angels who bring messages and revelations from the gods.

In the eyes of Hashim, who has a master's degree, this behavior is undoubtedly ignorant and ridiculous, but as he continues to go deeper into those large and small gathering points, Hashem has to admit that these logics are simple, but self-contained, based on myths. The knowledge passed down through stories is the last bond of their culture.

He can despise ignorance, but he can't ignore the essence sifted out by thousands of years of experience and science. Hashim, wearing the identity of an angel, has been running around in the sea of ​​sand for several years, and in the process gradually comprehended those who were once The essence of a cultural tradition he despises.

He knew that maybe he would never find a chance to resist the petrochemical alliance in his life, but at least, he could let the culture of his ethnic group pass on for hundreds of years.

However, even such a small wish has come to naught now. Hashim found a gathering point that was completely destroyed the day before yesterday. Judging from various traces, it was a group of superhuman beings who did it.

Hashim knew very well that this land was either blessed or cursed, and they rarely produced superhuman beings, which were done by outsiders.

A group of superhuman outsiders numbering in the hundreds, Hashim's heart shuddered when he saw it all through the telescope.

Because of the convenience of his ability, he occasionally leaves this land to go to the outside world to collect news and find suitable fresh blood to join the wind of freedom, so Hashim understands what this number of superhumans means.

They are an army.
"Hashim, they seem to have found us!" The bearded man next to him suddenly picked up a rifle that was not too far behind the mainstream, and loaded it brazenly. Not far away, at least 20 people in the town took off and flew towards them. Jump over.

"You go first, I'll cover you!" The bearded man took a deep breath, and the surrounding yellow sand slowly condensed, forming a suit of armor around him.

But the bearded man was not satisfied with this, he continued to inhale inwardly, as if it was not a stomach but a bottomless pit, sweeping a large amount of yellow sand.

Then, the bearded man suddenly protruded his breath toward the distant sky, and a long sandstorm of yellow sand was formed, covering the direction of the small town in the distance.

Hashim didn't hesitate. He plunged into the sand and disappeared in an instant. He knew that he had to bring the news back and tell more people what happened here.

(End of this chapter)