Chapter 155: Death's Favor

To be able to survive such a bad luck, he is worthy of being the strongest [player] in this mission!

"I would like to call him the strongest!" Li Changhe said with a serious face.

Qiu Wentian, who was standing beside him, nodded in agreement with a pale face.

She did not have the Black Hawk shared perspective, but she also had other means of surveying.

She sensed someone running wildly in the rain, and the splashing water was like blooming, followed by the collapse of houses, collisions of vehicles, surging sewage in the sewers, falling billboards, and explosions of fire hydrants.

A dazzling white light flashed in the sky, followed by thunder.

It was the first time she sensed a lightning strike at such a close distance.

It was also the first time she knew that a lightning strike could ignore the lightning rods on so many nearby buildings and directly target the figure struggling to survive on the road.

How big a grudge is this? This really doesn't treat the spearmen as human beings!

"The fact that he has survived until now is enough to prove that he is stronger than us!" Qiu Wentian whispered, "I would have died long ago."

"Me too. In this situation, if we still approach him, it is equivalent to letting the divine creature win by doing nothing. We will just go in according to the plan!"

The two made a decisive choice. Since they already knew the position of the king, he was at his weakest moment as the heroic spirit (player) was summoned.

The original plan was to contact the spearman, at least to make him understand that the enemy of this mission was not the [player], so as to avoid internal friction among the [players]. By the way, win over the strongest person.

For now. If necessary, Li Changhe would probably shout, 'Spearman, don't come over! '

I don't know how this player survived until now?

On the other side, the big iron pestle was not killed by the thunder. The [player]'s alertness to the crisis made him throw a pure iron spear into the sky at that moment.

The thunder instantly turned the spear into molten iron, and the big iron pestle saved his own life and the life of the contractor.

"【Death's Favor】has been triggered. Is that divine creature nearby? Damn it, at least let me and the 【players】have some contact first." Da Tiechu looked distressed when he saw the prompt on his panel.

From his appearance, he was a sloppy uncle between 30 and 40 years old. His hair was messy and his face was full of stubble.

He was wearing a big gray suit, and a thorny vine served as a tie.

How to say it, he was extremely sloppy.

But no one could underestimate his strength. In just one minute, he had experienced many crises that could kill players. He could resolve them every time, and he brought someone with him. Just looking at this ability, he was already proud of the heroes.

"Put me down! I must be a good person!" After experiencing ups and downs, the drunkard who was carried on his back had his mentality sublimated (his mentality exploded directly), and thought that it was a blessing to be alive.

"Alas, if you leave me, you will definitely not live for more than two seconds. I have to find a chance to put you down." Da Tiechu looked at a steel bar transport truck not far away, which suddenly showed signs of losing control. His face became more and more sad: "Before that, tell me everything you know."

Because Li Changhe and others have unlocked the [Champion's Message], he has already figured out the general situation of this mission as soon as he entered the plot.

This is not a simple confrontation mission, and [players] do not have only one choice, fighting.

Each of them entered the plot at a different time, and some kind of conflict has already broken out. There are three players left.

But he still knows too little about this mission.

I don't know what the two surviving [players] think.

Watching the transport truck lose control and crash into the nearest telephone pole. Countless steel bars were thrown into the air and then fell like meteors.

As for the target of the fall, it was naturally Da Tiechu.

He is very self-aware of this point, and the effect of the god of death's preference is very powerful. This is a kind of protection he was cast by a powerful plot character in a certain plot mission.

Yes, protection! A shelter from the influence of higher powers.

However, because it is the shelter of the god of death, the price is a bit high.

Possessing extremely powerful causal ability.

Various seemingly coincidental accidents will happen to him. He has even used this effect to kill more than one [player] above LV10!

"Alas, I finally know why they asked me to come to this task." The big iron pestle lamented, reaching out to grab the thorny vines that served as a tie at the collar.

On the other side, on the top floor of the bell tower.

An old man with white hair but an upright posture was sitting on a chair, looking through the window at the riot a hundred meters away.

"Another kind of divinity? He did a good job as a fake. But it's far from enough to kill me." He looked down at his hands, the ends of his hands had begun to turn black and necrotic, but they recovered after a while.

Destruction and rebirth have been repeating on his body. The causal ability of the big iron pestle has even affected him.

"Carmen Rodia. This chess game that has lasted for more than 20 years has finally come to an end. Your people are only thinking about peeking into the mystery again, and have never thought about saving you. What reason do you have to persist?"

"You have lost just like the kings of all generations!"

"Why not give up resistance and become that with me?" The old man had not finished speaking.

"It really makes me happy to see you so angry. Are you considered a king? Even though the ninth generation is crazy, he still wants to get rid of this alien like you. In my opinion, he is far more suitable to be a king than you. The old man suddenly changed his voice, and his voice contained pain and torture: "You evil spirit entrenched on the throne, let me end you! What are you waiting for? His divinity has been suppressed!" "

The sound was quickly swallowed up by the sound of rain and did not even reach the bell tower.

But in the dark corner of the clock tower, someone spoke up in response.

"I see, the spearman has really put in a lot of effort. Let's let him work hard for a while first." Qiu Wentian loosened the tight black cloak and appeared from the darkness: "But, the king of Carmen. If you don't speak, , I can probably touch his face. Every time I sneak, I will be discovered by accident, which is so unlucky."

She threw the heavy sword case on the floor of the bell tower, and she reached out and grasped the longest weapon.

The old man's expression turned calm and he glanced at Qiu Wentian. He didn't care about her appearance.

Instead, he spoke with a refined voice: "You actually regard the madman who slaughtered your people as a person more suitable to be a king than me? You are already crazy. Even if you can suppress my divinity, what can I do? He is the strongest magician of this era! I can fight even a real heroic spirit!"