National Juggernaut

Chapter 620 Life and Death Contest

Chapter 620 Life and Death Contest

Ruins, and wreckage, spread endlessly.

The whole world becomes black and white in an instant.

Literally black and white, the world became black and white at that moment, like graffiti and design drawings on paper, and the next moment, everything returned to normal.

But this is just the beginning.

In the interval of three breaths, this "two-dimensionalization" occurred at least a dozen times. Then, in the interval of the next breath, it happened thousands of times, tens of thousands of times.

No one can withstand this level of world change. The powerful psychic who tried to stabilize the space died immediately, and the lucky ones who were ignorant or slow were dizzy and even lost consciousness.

Next, when the changes in the world reached a certain weird critical point, everything was completely irreversible.

"squeak!"

If the ear-piercing sound of friction between glass and blackboards rings in the ears of every living being, most of the native beings will immediately become deaf. Only the group with the most powerful spiritual abilities will realize that it is not a noise in the physical sense, but a collision of worlds. The conduction of the resulting "space shock".

In the next moment, everything stopped, but perhaps, everything has just begun.

"my body."

".This body is mine!"

The arrival of the new world did not happen out of thin air, nor did it mean that "one ton of water" squeezed out "another ton of water" in many people's calculations, but white sugar was blended into milk.

Two dimensions, superimposed, merged, melted.

Mountains overlap with mountains, and rivers and seas meet. But those who overlap with each other are only a few lucky ones, and some of them overlap with life and soil. When the protective barrier of the world is revoked, life is just a random number in it.

If there is another creature on that coincident "coordinate", and your psionic strength has not reached the level of refusing "fusion", then you will become an assembly monster.

The survival rate of two-headed people is not high, let alone two completely different species of life, and then die due to various inconsistencies within a few minutes is the mainstream.

The lucky ones survived?If it is very lucky, there are no obstacles on the dimensional coordinates where it is located. At that time, his mental ability reserve was sufficient and strong enough to help him quickly adapt to the environment of the new era, and his body quickly corrected various internal chaotic evolutions at the same time.

The fusion of dimensions, at this moment, informed the newcomers with a death rate of at least 95%, the completely unreasonable cruelty of the Arena of the Gods, and the only rule.

Evolution, or, extinction?

Obviously, the spiritual race is not a normal "ticket holder" person. Under normal circumstances, there will be a shelter of high-dimensional existence, and their physical structure is not suitable for this "low spiritual power" world. The cause of death was only a momentary organ self-destruction.

The fall of an individual becomes meaningless before the transformation of the entire race and the world. When all around is death and howling, the very few survivors have not realized what happened.

Horror?Separatists?They haven't realized that the world is completely different, and the behind-the-scenes planners will not give them more time to adapt.

Sirisarur, the nominal capital of the spiritual race, is also a specific area where most of the super AI material world wreckage remains. Where there are a large number of high-level powerhouses, it is also a legendary floating island. In theory, it should be the survival rate. highest area.

But at this time, when a pitch-black giant slowly crawled out of the mud, the whole city began to collapse.

When he slowly lowered his head and crushed the symbol of civilization inheritance, the AI ​​master brain bank that recorded countless knowledge and secrets, all lucky witnesses heard the silent laughter.

And what followed were countless strange creatures that appeared in the land.——

"Aid? Now? We are responsible for our own lives."

"If you miss this opportunity, those outsiders who just came to the mainland will die in large numbers, and the Atel people who entered the field first will harvest them."

"Yes, we can't hesitate any longer. These are outsiders who have just arrived in this world. They carry with them secrets from outside, and they may even be space coordinates to escape from this hell."

"Militarily, it is also necessary for us to assist those victims. They have been pitted so badly by the Atel people that they have basically locked up the relationship with the deadly enemy. But if their race is completely wiped out and the country is destroyed, the survivors may not be able to return. There will be hatred."

"Our researchers have rated it quite highly. They are a very potential race. As long as there are seeds left, revival can be expected. We can take advantage of the common enemy and the first reinforcements to obtain their long-lasting Covenant."

"By the way, those young people are the group of the young man who 'predicted natural disasters'. Didn't they disclose the real information in that world? We can use this kind of favor to use the good-hearted people who tried to rescue them from outside but were not accepted." ' Debut. With this relationship, they should trust us faster."

"The prophets who predicted the end in peacetime will be burned, but after the end, those 'crows' are raised to the altar? This strategy does work, let's try."

"Even if the other party doesn't appreciate it, at least it's better than a stranger, you can try"

It wasn't just Zheng Li who was considering the current decision. Similar discussions happened among many carts, battle groups, and legions. The decision makers had to make a decision as soon as possible.

Rescue must be saved, a race that is naturally hostile to the Atel people, investing only a little manpower and material resources in rescue, no matter how you look at it, it is a very cost-effective deal.

But how to save it must be carefully considered.

Is it directly sending an army to rescue?To die with those possible Atelians, transformed giants?The human legion can accept a large number of battle damage, but what if it is the second space earthquake?If the other party has prepared some means of large-scale harvesting, waiting for you to have the strength to give away the head for nothing?

This is undoubtedly a risky gamble.

So, conservative rescue?Zheng Li reckoned that this was the most likely outcome, and he asked other battle groups, and they basically agreed with this point of view.

But conservative rescue can also be divided into many types.

"Do you think they will send out Xiao Gu's force to rescue them in a guerrilla-style way, or guard the entrances and exits of those worlds, waiting for the living to come out by themselves?"

"It's both. After all, it's too passive to just guard the door and wait for the rabbit. If you miss the ten hours of the golden rescue time, you will lose a lot of people."

"In my opinion, it also depends on the number of survivors. If there are too many survivors, it may not be a good thing to reduce them. At least, we can't let them form a social structure and evacuate to a safe area."

Not to mention that the sword masters are cold-blooded, they are used to dealing with all kinds of foreign races, and they have a natural vigilance and hostility towards all foreign races. It is a rare goodwill to design an imaginary enemy at the beginning, but the facts have proved this. This defensiveness and hostility is correct most of the time.

The farmer and the snake?Most of the time, two thieves found a pocket, formed an alliance and cooperated with evil intentions, and sincerely sent each other to die.

There is only so much living space, and everyone wants survival resources and psionic resources. It is such a simple matter. If the spiritual race has not locked the mortal enemy of the Atel people, and the potential is not low, human beings will not care.

Zheng Li's Peace Corps and the cart started to move after being stared wide open, heading towards the nearest space portal.

It’s not that he’s not worried about the second aftershock, but while others are still hesitating, his space experts have come to the conclusion that once the space transformation is completed, there’s actually no time to “orbit”, which means The "coincidence of dimensions" is basically an instant thing, and it is unlikely that there will be space aftershocks in the conventional sense.

The professionals in the R&D department may be wrong in their judgment, and Zheng Li's own space theory may be wrong, but the chances are very low, and it's worth setting off now.

Other battle groups are still waiting for the decision of their superiors, and the superiors have to wait for the experts to come up with all the possibilities, and finally issue orders after repeated confirmation, while the battle groups with their own research and development capabilities / courage are already on the way up.

And Zheng Li's early decision-making really had a miraculous effect. He received the order while he was still on the road.

"There is a high probability that the second dimensional earthquake will not be triggered. The carts near the edge can enter rescue or search by themselves. Just to remind, this race may be our friendly army in the future and give priority to rescue."

Sure enough, the order was issued, but as always, it felt subtle.

"Tsk, isn't this encouraging privateers?"

"If we don't take it, we'll leave it to the Atel people. Besides, why would you rush in without giving some extra rewards? Is it really to save a foreign race that you've never heard of?"

".I hope you don't go too far. Even if you do too much, don't leave any evidence."

Of course Zheng Li knew what these people were thinking and what they were really longing for.

The rabbit had just arrived in this world before, and her body was full of alien atmosphere. It was the fading alien rules, which shaped her extremely high-quality three-color spiritual blade.

Now, a whole world has fallen into it, and it is still a world of psychic powers that one knows "high magic" at a glance. It is normal for knowledgeable people to fall into frenzy.

The development of the situation was just as Zheng Li expected. When he was still waiting at the border to pass the review, he saw someone coming out of it, covered in mud and residue. It seemed that he was still eagerly digging, and then brought the materials to gamble on the spot. Feed the sword.

As for why not go further?They originally planned to stop here, and forget it if they made a fortune, or they didn't make it.

Considering the dangers involved, all the vehicles and battle groups passing through the temporary checkpoints have been qualified. The world that has been upgraded to a two-star high-risk theater does not allow the weak and newcomers to enter.

Zheng Li still contacted his superiors before he could get a temporary pass.

And just entering this world again, he was a little scared.

Having experienced hundreds of battles, he has also seen countless bloody scenes, but the scene in front of him still makes people feel a little physically uncomfortable.

The portal opened in the hills, and not far from the gate, there are a group of stone statues, some are vivid locals, some are spiritual races, part of their body is filled with black mud, and part of them is flesh.

They seem to be still alive, at least they can reach out to the nearby cart for help,

But every moment, one of them stops completely, and death is spreading.

".Leave it to them, we move on."

The "job" at this door should be left to those weak and newcomers who only intend to enter shallowly.

As for these aliens, did the dirt attack them?Or were they filled with dirt?Zheng Li couldn't answer either, he only felt that he and it were indeed one.

He jumped out of the car, dug out a piece of black soil, lifted it up and scattered it, even if he didn't do a special experiment, he could still feel the changes in it.

"That weirdly exuberant vitality is gone?"

Today's black soil has also begun to change color. The fat, oily, deep black has turned into a grayish light-colored black soil, which feels almost the same color as the soil in the outside world.

"So, where did the vitality go?"

Zheng Li didn't have time to think about these messy things, he had more important tasks to do.

With his eyes closed, he silently recalled a mind technique he had learned back then. He was relieved that it could still be used outside.

"south."

He pointed in one direction and returned to the car sweating profusely.

Even in this source world of psychic power, forcibly using psychic energy to push the psychic power is still too much consumption, just for a moment, his psychic energy is consumed enormously.

And when the cart turned without hesitation and rushed towards the edge of the rugged mountain road, which was obviously difficult to walk, Zheng Li looked into the distance.

"Lucky not to be killed on the spot. Hang on, Redeemer. If not for your people, at least for your own vengeance."

Yes, that's right, Zheng Li gave up those small fish and shrimps from the very beginning, and focused on the world's greatest wealth - super AI.

A super AI, at least a prophet-level quasi-high-dimensional, may not be able to match the strategic-level weapons of a big city, but there must be other advantages in some aspects, most of which are wealth at the same level.

Not to mention how much knowledge and intelligence it contains.

Before that, when Zheng Li understood the situation, he also determined that the atoner was an unlucky guy who could not get the ticket, so he acted in private and established contact with the atoner.

The Redeemer didn't trust Zheng Li. Would a high-ranking member of the ruling class, even one who had no ambitions, believe that his colleagues would collectively betray the country, or would he be a foreigner who came out of nowhere?

But Zheng Li's sincerity (repeated harassment) finally made one of his thinking circuits come up with a backup plan.

Now is the time when the backup plan is activated.

When the Redeemer fell into the abyss, when the Death Bird who predicted death and doom proved to be indeed a prophet, he activated the back-up plan, signaling to the would-be savior.

On the other side, in the ruins of the capital of the spiritual race, the giant god who had just destroyed the material server of the "Stable One" laughed wildly and started further actions.

His goal also seems to be the South.

(End of this chapter)