Five hundred and forty-five o'clock!
These are the points Zhang Lang got after killing the old woman!
The points of the two killed in the Necromancer's team will be transferred to the opponent. If the opponent is killed by the Necromancer and then turned back, only a quarter will be left.
The reason why there is a fraction of five points is that the Necromancer group must have fought with others before. After adding one layer to the score, there is only one-eighth, and there is a fraction.
And this also explains why there are only four people left in their team.
From this point of view, these more than 500 points should be condensed into at least ten people twisting and turning.
As the mission progresses, the scores will continue to decrease and accumulate, but when it is finally condensed into one person, it will be a huge number.
"Whoever survives in the end will receive a huge reward..."
Xu reminded: "Of course if you want to make this number as big as possible, you have to take more heads personally and don't let the middlemen make the difference!"
At this time, the poisonous fog had already poured in from the south, and Zhang Lang took the time to tidy up the battlefield...
He picked a shotgun and an assault rifle, carried a satchel, loaded a lot of bullets, took off someone else's goggles, replaced his own cracked one, and then rushed into the safe area.
Seeing the poisonous mist filling the space outside the shield, Zhang Lang stretched out his hand and passed through the shield to feel the power of the poisonous mist...
He wouldn't be afraid if it had an effect through inhalation, but this poisonous mist was obviously not the case. When his skin came into contact, he felt a stinging sensation and smoke rose from his skin.
Obviously, this poisonous mist is so corrosive that even his hard skin reacts. Ordinary people may be burned to the bone by the poisonous mist in less than a minute...
However, relying on his self-healing ability to cope with the fever, Zhang Lang asked himself whether he could hold on!
When necessary, you can use the cover of poisonous mist!
After knowing what was going on, Zhang Lang withdrew his hand, took the weapon and ran towards the depths of the safe zone.
At the same time, all the surviving reincarnations rushed into the safe zone, but most of them acted in a low-key and secretive manner, and tried to avoid fighting unless absolutely necessary.
The goggles showed that there were still sixty-seven people surviving, and there were at least fourteen teams. Each team was expecting that the other dozens of teams would consume each other, and they would be able to survive until the end and reap the benefits.
But what they don't know is that there is such a guy who is afraid of chaos in the world. He is like a catfish thrown into a sardine bucket, looking for people to kill everywhere!
"Captain, there is a group of people at twelve o'clock!"
In the woods on the top of a hill somewhere in the safe zone, Jin Fei, holding a gun, reported the latest discovery:
"Three people, no transportation, apparently well-equipped, heading towards the village ahead."
"Don't act rashly yet!"
Behind him, the captain of Altar 115, the middle-aged man who had chatted with him before, advised:
"There should be another team in that village, and there is a high probability that they will meet!",
"Captain, there are some here too!"
A young female voice came from behind. A girl of seventeen or eighteen years old with a side ponytail was sitting on a high branch. She swung her white legs while observing the situation at the bottom of the mountain behind her with a telescope:
"There are only two people in this team. They are running in the forest next to the road. They must be passing by..."
"Two people..." The captain pondered for a moment and then ordered:
"Jin Fei, Uncle Mao, you two fire at the same time and kill them! Xiaoyun, cast the sound barrier! Xiaoman, come here and monitor the village on behalf of Jin Fei!"
"Okay!" Four voices answered at the same time. Jin Fei picked up the Gauss rifle and quickly turned back; while the girl Xiaoman deftly jumped to another tree and began to take over from Jin Fei, monitoring the village with a telescope. direction.
Xiaoyun is a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old. He raised his hand and cast a soundproof spell to silence Jin Fei's gunshot;
As for Uncle Mao, he was an old man in his sixties. Instead of using a gun, he took out a spiral flying knife, aimed at one of the two running more than a hundred meters away, and threw it away!
The flying knife flew out in a circle, but the trajectory deviated a bit, but it drew a large arc. It seemed to be aiming at the target, constantly correcting the route, and chasing after it!
Accurate throw!
This is Uncle Mao's skill. As long as he locks on the opponent, no matter how the opponent dodges or where he escapes, the flying props he throws will definitely hit.
The two running men didn't notice the flying weapons at all, and kept their heads on the road. And Jin Fei also put another person into his scope and waited for the opportunity!
Finally, Mr. Mao's flying knife hit the thigh of one of them, and the man fell to the ground with a cry of pain!
The companion in front turned around after hearing this. Before he could react, he was shot in the head by a Gauss rifle and died on the spot...
As for the one who was hit by the flying knife, he suddenly felt a sense of paralysis spreading from the wound to his whole body, making him unable to move...
This is Uncle Mao's blood enhancement, which numbs saliva.
His saliva contains neurotoxins. As long as it enters the blood, it can quickly paralyze the opponent, causing the opponent's breathing and heartbeat to stop, and he will die quickly!
The poisoned reincarnation person gritted his teeth and used his last strength to raise his hand. But at this moment, a bullet penetrated his head and hit the ground behind, leaving only a small hole on his forehead. Small bullet holes...(Note)
"Xiao Fei, it's not very polite to steal my prey, right?"
Uncle Mao was a little dissatisfied with his head being robbed, but Jin Fei adjusted the firearm without looking back:
"That guy is going to use a skill. I don't know what it is, but he might be able to escape..."
Uncle Mao frowned. Jin Fei's prosthetic eyes were rare enhancements. Not only could they see clearly, they could also see things that ordinary people couldn't see, including energy fluctuations. He said that the other party wanted to use his skills, but he really couldn't refute...
"Okay, Uncle Mao..." The captain came over to smooth things over: "It's just one head. I'll ask Jin Fei to give one to you later!"
"Haha, it seems that Altar No. 115, known as the favorite to win the championship, is not monolithic!"
Suddenly, a strange voice came from above the heads of several people.
"who?"
Several people raised their weapons together, only to find a young man in his late twenties or nineteen with a thin face standing on the branch. He held a motionless Xiaoman under his arm, not knowing whether he was alive or dead...
"Don't act rashly!" The captain seemed to recognize the person, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and raised his hand to stop the team members' urge to fire.
"Boss Zhang, long time no see?" the young man said hello with a smile.
"Captain, do you know each other?" Jin Fei tilted his head and asked.
The man laughed when he heard this: "When I was dealing with your captain, you hadn't even entered the altar yet!"
"Young man, you are too crazy!" Uncle Mao snorted coldly, secretly locked the target, and held the dart tightly in his hand.
"He has the capital to be arrogant!" Boss Zhang narrowed his eyes: "The guy from Altar No. 201 is poisonous!"
"Altar No. 201?!"
Several other people were shocked when they heard this. They had heard the captain, Boss Zhang, mention that before they entered the altar, there was also a complete team of more than ten people at Altar No. 115!
However, during a confrontation mission, the group was almost wiped out, and only Boss Zhang escaped with his life. And that rival altar is No. 201!
Note: The same bullet hit Zhang Lang’s head, leaving only one bullet hole in this man’s head. It shows that Zhang Lang’s head is much harder! Because it is harder, the bullet is difficult to penetrate, and all the energy acts on Zhang Lang, causing greater damage. But for ordinary heads, once the Gauss bullet passes through, it will cause a penetrating injury that does not look serious.
