Chapter 62: Resurrection Will
"The members of the Beifeng Storytelling Club are all strong. The ones you are going to meet later are among the best in the club in terms of both strength and experience. Just perform normally and don't leave a bad impression on them."
"good."
Su Xia followed behind Yi Mo, and the two walked into an extremely narrow and dark alley, one after the other.
At the exit at the end of the alley, next to the street light, there was a black van with a high chassis parked.
There were two men and one woman in the car.
After getting in the car, Yi Mo began to introduce Su Xia.
"The one driving the car is Mr. Yuan Hua." She pointed at the driver and said, "A 2.8-level psychic creature and one of the founders of the North Wind Storytelling Club."
"Is this the new member?" Yuan Hua started the van, glanced at the rearview mirror, and asked with a smile.
"right."
Yi Mo pulled Su Xia to sit in the back seat.
The woman sitting next to her was named Shen Yu, a level 2.9 psychic creature and one of the founders of the Beifeng Storytelling Club.
The man in the co-pilot seat is called Yang Liang. He is the strongest among the three and is a level 3.0 psychic creature.
Through communication, Su Xia learned the original intention of establishing the Beifeng Story Club.
They hope to form a resistance organization in the city, and on the day of the final battle, they will cooperate with the resistance organizations outside the city to destroy the rule of the mechanical race in Coral City in one fell swoop.
Shen Yu said: "At the beginning, our strength was not that different, and no matter who was the leader, we would not be able to convince the crowd. In addition, we all admired Commander Beifeng, so we chose the commander to be our spiritual leader."
"You told such a secret information to a newcomer like me?"
Su Xia pursed her lips, feeling that this organization was not very reliable.
Shen Yu smiled and said, "This information is not secret. You haven't come into contact with the real core information yet. Just spend the three-month trial period first."
"OK."
This organization is evaluating Su Xia, and Su Xia also wants to evaluate them.
It's a two-way journey.
Now Su Xia's strength has recovered to level 3.1, and he can easily see through the personal panels of these three people.
Their information is clean, they are not undercover, and their personal descriptions are quite normal.
I hope the rest of the organization is okay.
The group of five people rode in a van and quickly entered the suburban area surrounded by darkness, dodging several patrols from Coral City along the way.
Two hours passed in a flash.
At four o'clock in the morning, the five people arrived at Luoxing Town.
Yuan Hua stopped the car, frowned , and stared at the town ahead on the road.
"We're a step too late. Those damn mercenaries have already arrived!"
Several badly mutilated corpses were hung at the entrance of the town, dripping with blood and swaying in the wind, like tattered scarecrows.
The flames rose in sin, devouring the darkness wantonly.
This time, not only the residents of the town were slaughtered, but also the players who descended on this town.
There were corpses everywhere, some were still intact, some were no longer recognizable as human beings, broken limbs, flesh and blood clots could be seen everywhere, bloody human heads were pierced on tall bamboo poles on both sides of the road, and pairs of empty and dead eyes stared at everyone who entered the town.
Under the raging fire, the shadows of blood-stained bamboo poles intertwined and swayed on the road, like demons with bared fangs and claws.
Players can be resurrected, but the residents of this world only have one life.
A player stood on a bloody pile of corpses, hugged a corpse and roared angrily: "Fuck you, you killed my teacher!"
"boom!"
Gunshots rang out and the air was filled with smoke.
There was a wanton laugh under the cover of night, and the person who fired the gun turned the gun around and continued looking for the next target.
In this town, no one, no matter the elderly, children or women, could escape this cruel and brutal massacre.
Some players have given up on resurrection and are helplessly waiting for the massacre to end.
But there are still many players who play games not to be bullied. They are angry and unwilling, clenching their fists, gritting their teeth, resurrecting again and again, even if it takes time to wear out these arrogant mercenaries.
This is because of these constantly resurrected players, the members of the Pixiu Mercenaries have been staying in the town, enjoying the pleasure of killing again and again.
"It's strange, why can't these refugees be killed?"
"No one is unkillable. If it doesn't work once, just kill them a few more times!"
Although these mercenaries felt strange, they did not feel afraid under the stimulation of fire and blood. Instead, they became more and more excited.
Some players were caught, tortured and left covered in bruises.
Some people were tied to pillars, their stomachs ripped open, and their bodies covered in blood.
The mercenaries were laughing and counting the time to see whose captured player survived longer.
"Hahaha, this one I caught lasted two minutes before dying. I win, give me the money!"
"Damn it, I'm going to catch one with stronger vitality!"
In the eyes of these bloodthirsty mercenaries, players are like cattle to be slaughtered.
New ways of playing have been developed one after another.
Some people were nailed to the wall and used as living targets for the knife throwing competition.
Others were locked in red-hot iron cages, and every resurrection would only bring them another round of burning fire.
"Ahhh! What kind of rubbish game is this! I want to complain!"
"Fuck! Who can help me kill these stupid mercenaries!"
Some players couldn't stand it anymore and were forced to log off after being caught and left this bloody town.
There are also some players who gritted their teeth and resurrected again and again, and together with the last living forces of this town, they put up a seemingly meaningless resistance in the desperate darkness.
As time went by, fewer and fewer people resisted.
Madness and killing dyed the whole town bloody.
Just at this time, Su Xia and four others entered the town.
Su Xia stood under a bloody bamboo pole, raised her head and looked upwards. With the help of the firelight, she saw a boy's head.
The sharp bamboo pole pierced his chin and he opened his eyes wide with horror.
"Everyone, shall we start?" Yuan Hua's eyes were burning with anger and his fists were clenched.
"let's start!"
After saying this, the five of them split up and acted like five sharp blades piercing into the heart of the town.
This is a cruel era, where order is trampled by absurdity and rules are shattered by artillery fire.
The lives of ordinary people are worth less than the weeds in the wilderness.
No one knows when death will come to him or her.
The only thing that can stop violence is another more powerful violence.
After recovering to level 3.1 of psychic power, Su Xia could control more metals.
He walked towards several mercenaries who were torturing the players with a sullen face and waved his hands!
"boom!"
Countless electrical appliances exploded, turning into thousands of tiny red-hot metal fragments that rushed out from the flames, looking like shining fireflies under the night sky.
