National Juggernaut

Chapter 632 Gambling

Klendisco, the patron saint, main god, and military god of the Willai tribe, was once a powerful existence.

But like most losers in the Arena of the Gods, he has become a lost history, and there is no need to even record it.

In Zheng Li's field of vision, this "ancient battlefield" was a deserted and abandoned land, nothing was left behind.

Maybe this place used to be the land of dragon prosperity of a certain race, but now, it is just a clean desert that has been dug up by people.

"I can feel his anger, unwillingness and fear. This is just the place where he was seriously injured. He didn't die here."

But this real "high-dimensional existence" avenger gave another answer.

The centipede is dead but not stiff. Although this god of war fell in this world, he didn't die suddenly on the spot. Perhaps, he also knew that his decline might lead to the destruction and degeneration of the entire race.

"He fled in the form of a spirit body, and some of his body may be damaged. Perhaps, we can try to track him down."

"Hairball?"

In an instant, Zheng Li thought of those little furry things.

"Ok?"

"I'm talking about those descendants, the 'players' who descended into a different world in the form of a game, in our cognition, they are pure aggregations of spiritual power."

Those little furballs had caused a sensation before. After all, pure mental power was able to act independently, breaking a lot of "common sense" based on the first law of psionics.

But Zheng Li does not doubt the Avenger's statement, because "high-dimensional existence" itself can distort reality and laws to a certain extent, and there are precedents for its soul to exist independently.

Perhaps Zheng Li touched the pain of the Avengers, and the due response has been delayed.

"...something like that."

It took a long time for Zheng Li to get a response. The words of the avenger were also full of complicated emotions.

Perhaps, if he had been more vigilant at the beginning, everything would not have developed to this point.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned that",

Zheng Li withdrew his tentative heart, this guy actually favors his own ethnicity a bit?This is beyond calculation.

"Why do you apologize? Oh, you misunderstood, I was deducing what would happen to those ethnic groups who were still in the descending state during the 'big link'?"

Now, it was Zheng Li's turn to be stunned, he really didn't think about it.

No one on the human side discussed this aspect before. This is undoubtedly a blind spot that was ignored by everyone before.

"Theoretically, they should still be alive? Although this form is quite strange."

Completely descended souls exist in the land of the gods in the form of "hair balls", and when their world collapses, those "descended" also lose their retreat.

"Yes, in theory, they live in a brand new ecology, pure spiritual creatures."

The coordinates that pull their souls back are their own bodies, and the power to pull their souls is the machines provided by the Atel people. When the body and the world are finished together, when the whole system is finished, they will naturally lose their return to the body. possible.

".Is it a real SAO game? It's a bit miserable in the situation of Fuqiu"

Inexplicably, Zheng Li thought of the unlucky guy he had boarded with before, whether he survived the disaster.

"...Wait a minute, this situation is not right, it needs to be taken seriously."

When I just thought of this matter.Zheng Li still thought it was insignificant, but after doing some calculations, he realized that it was really a big deal.

Those gamers must be a minority in the entire society. Even if the entire country and race fully support young people and backbones to play, and even serve as the daily work of many organizations, forces, and official agencies, the number of online players at the same time is unlikely to exceed the population. 10%.

But now, the survival rate of the entire spiritual race may not exceed 4% or 5%. Then, even if the online rate is only 7% or 8%, it may still exceed that of the healthy race.

Add to that the billions of people of the psychic races.
"We don't need to worry about the hairball. The higher-ups must have reacted and they will arrange it."

At this point, Zheng Li was not in a hurry. If there were indeed hundreds of millions of hairballs left, it would be impossible for humans to ignore them.

Those who can help will naturally help. That means that the number of survivors of the spiritual race will be doubled directly, and the value of all aspects will be greatly improved.

This is undoubtedly a good thing, no matter for Zheng Li or the Avengers.

After the initial bewilderment, the Avenger also accelerated the pace of action. He tried to trace its final fall point from the "smell" left here.

"Not far, not too far, in the same world."

The fall of the body, and the escape of the soul or the fragments of the soul, this is probably the patent of the gods. After all, the soul can transform into a substance and directly interfere with matter, which is regarded as a divine characteristic.

And the Avenger, as a god-level existence in the "spiritual realm", can perceive the residue left by the other party and be able to find his final place of fall.

With Zheng Li and the Avengers, it is not difficult to track him down, and as expected, he who lost his body did not go far, but the place where he fell in the end still made Zheng Li shake his head helplessly.

"I didn't expect to come back here again."

When Zheng Li saw the majestic giant statue again, he was astonished, but at the same time felt it was a matter of course.

"God statues and statues are originally the pointing objects of intentions, symbols and coordinates of higher-dimensional existence. When the unlucky god loses his body and is hunted down, he can only survive in this way."

Returning to the Atel fortress amidst the beautiful mountains and rivers, but this time the target is the giant statue that looks like a decoration.

The psychic radar swept back and forth at the statue, but there was no response at all.

"If there is really a psychic response, I won't be able to stay here."

The eye of space opened and looked at the stone statue, but it was still a pure stone without any supernatural reaction at all.

The conventional methods seemed to be all ineffective, and Zheng Li could only turn to the audience outside the venue for help.

And he did not disappoint his partner, and gave instructions very directly.

"Tear it apart."

Well, it's no wonder that the problem here has not been discovered before. This giant pure stone sculpture is too large and worthless. No one is bored to dismantle this kind of thing.

Even heavy diamond stones couldn't stop the cutting of the spirit blade. Under the guidance of the avengers, debris and boulders flew across. At the very center of the statue, Zheng Li quickly found the target.

It was a white stone. After all, the entire giant sculpture is made of pure stone, and there is no other material in it.

This stone is subtly different from the same kind around it. Its color and material itself are the same, but it feels inexplicably warm to the touch.

However, it was really measured with temperature equipment, but the conclusion was as cold as the surrounding stones.

"The last divinity?"

Even if he couldn't witness the last scene, Zheng Li could guess what happened.

When the body of a god dies, the soul flees and hides in it, but cannot get help for a long time, so it can only hide in it and linger on its last breath.

And with the overthrow of the "world" of this race, its rules have been revised again, and the whole race has fallen into collapse and despair.

In the desperate environment, the gods can only work hard to preserve the "fire", hoping that some people can regain everything and have a moment to rebuild civilization.

"Obviously, he didn't wait for the moment when things turned around. In the end, the tinder turned into a waste stone."

Zheng Li himself still couldn't perceive the existence of psionic energy in it. He scanned the psionic energy radar for a long time, and it was also the lowest level of psionic reaction, similar to the horn of the little evil ghost.

"Little Dream."

Zheng Li called the names directly.

Xiaoling, who has been more active recently, silently closed her pupils and then opened them again. Her originally stubborn pupils became gentle and calm, and her standing posture also changed subtly. Although the appearance is the same, the overall impression is that of a gentle girl. attitude.

She came over, took the stone, leaned close to her, and sniffed it.

"."

The girl took a step back, shook her head directly, and rejected Zheng Li's kindness.

Unable to activate the hunting instinct of Spirit Blade?Is it compatibility?Or is the divine power of the sun contained in it gone?Or, is it simply too weak to be worthless?
Zheng Li didn't force it, if the Spirit Clan said they couldn't eat it, they really couldn't eat it.

But just give up?Such a weak psionic reaction, if taken away from the local world, might immediately turn into a real stone.

"Let's bet, at least, we can't let this opportunity go to waste."

Zheng Li complained, but couldn't help but smile.

He has already checked, and this is still the world recorded by human beings. Although the physical distance is far away, it is not completely different from the four spirits.

However, if the signal in this remote area is poor, the success rate of Gambling Blade will plummet.

"Is this a problem?"

For Zheng Li, the success rate is really not a problem. He hesitated, tried again and again, and began to spend all his money to adapt various material combinations.

But in the end, he was very disappointed. Whether it was the spirit crystals on his body or the materials of the iron scrap family, the improvement of the success rate was pitifully low.

Helpless and annoyed, Zheng Li touched the jar and tried it.
"Tsk, it's even lower."

The birth of Spirit Blade is not simply a pile of materials. Good materials often produce garbage, and garbage materials may also produce excellent products. Compatibility and fit are the most important.

"By the way, compatibility."

Zheng Li silently opened his pocket, and took out the strips of bacon for dinner.

"It's really long, although it's only less than 0.001"

Zheng Li sighed a little, even at this point, "He" is still caring for his people, even if these people are hopeless and intelligent beasts?

After sighing for a few minutes, Zheng Li started to work.

With this clear guidance, what Zheng Li has to do is to spend a little more time.

What's worth mentioning is that during the "hunting" journey, Zheng Li encountered another group of Atel sentinels.

They didn't seem to get regular contact from here, so they took the initiative to come over to check the situation.

But they were all rural guards at this level, and their combat effectiveness was basically the same. Zheng Li easily dealt with them, and at the same time enriched the candidates for materials.

But the result is that the current environment has become even more unsafe, and sooner or later his party will be completely exposed, and he must hurry up and leave.

And after wasting half a day, when the Avengers were wondering if such a waste of time was too extravagant, Zheng Li finally completed the final preparations.

In front of the shattered colossal statue, Zheng Li marked the references of the "Four Spirits" with four huge stones, then held the only one copy of material in his hand, and earnestly prayed for better luck.

"I waited for almost half an hour, and it went from 0.007% to 39%. In the end, it still depends on luck."

The success rate after the decimal point is just an average number, and the real success rate will fluctuate with time, just like the birth of life itself is a kind of probability and luck.

Even if Zheng Li can seize the moment with the highest probability, he still needs enough luck.

Generally speaking, he will gamble two or three times, but that is also the pursuit of "lottery". Now that the minimum required success rate is so gratifying, it is better not to make it difficult for yourself.

Zheng Li hesitated a little, but in the end, he still gritted his teeth.

"It's a bet, I have nothing to lose anyway."

But when he made up his mind, it was still a long wait.

For six full hours, he rested seven times repeatedly, and the success rate was still the highest at 45%, while other spiritual materials and accessories had been piled up to the limit.

"47%!?"

At this moment, his heart was moved, but when he thought of the only material, he forcibly endured it.

"At least, over 50%"

1/2 is his psychological line. In Zheng Li's view, at least half of the success rate is required to be considered a gamble, otherwise it is really a matter of luck.

And it seems that fate didn't favor him, in the next three hours, not to mention 50%, not even 30%.

It seems that the "temperature" of the core material is also slowly decreasing. As it takes longer to be taken out of the "can", it is also eroded by local rules and gradually loses its spirituality.

But when Zheng Li fell into pessimism and thought it was over.
"61%!?"

This moment, Zheng Li did not miss it.

With his low shout, the gentle opal flashed, but in the next moment, it turned into turquoise and light red.

"Three colors?! It's done!"

Zheng Li was not surprised by the three colors, but was delighted by the success itself. With this level of material as the core, as long as there are products produced, the spiritual evaluation will naturally not be low.

And when the brilliance dissipated, what remained in place was indeed a simple stone arrow.

Yes, stone arrows, long arrows made of stone, weapons that look like decorations.

As the sword master, Zheng Li can interfere with the types of spiritual blades, such as spiritual blades, spiritual weapons, hearses (transportation types), spiritual houses and the like.

Because of its stone material, it is actually better used as a spiritual tool for armor, and a hearse and a spiritual house are also very suitable.

But among many choices, Zheng Li chose the weapon type without hesitation.

After all, the spiritual blade that preys on the "soul" has a better growth limit and speed, and letting it take the defensive and functional route is really ruining this unique "inheritance".

Among the many types of weapons, Zheng Li chose the type that he was shortest and lacked the most - arrows.

In most cases, magic bullets and magic arrows have nothing to do with the hit itself, but more about "what effect will it have after hitting" and "whether it hurts or not".

The shortage of "arrows" has already affected the improvement and upper limit of his combat power. The ability of Mengling's twin swords as arrows is too subtle, and he lacks a weapon for attacking.

Now with the opportunity, naturally try to make amends.

But when Zheng Li really touched the "Stone Arrow", he was suddenly stunned.

At this moment, an inexplicable message flowed into his mind, which was the last "memory" of that stone.

"Are you so unwilling, buddy, do you have an inheritance that you want to leave to your clansmen? But your clansmen are gone."

(End of this chapter)