I want to create ten types of civilization

Chapter 701 Lord God?

Zilong opened his eyes again, and found himself lying on the ground, surrounded by nine people who also fell on the ground, but as long as he wakes up.

No, there was another person who was awake and looking at him with interest.

The fact that Xiaohui was sent to the Kingdom of God at least proves that the Kingdom of God is still safe, and a few people can't go back by themselves, so let's work hard to complete the test and strengthen our strength.

He still remembered what the system said, and it would eventually send him to a world where six-type powerhouses exist.

Feeling it, sure enough, the power is gone.

At this time, other people woke up one after another, but they were obviously not as calm as Zilong, and some of them were still yelling.

"What's going on? Why did I get here?"

"Why is there no signal on the mobile phone, what should I do if I can't call the police?"

"Where is this?"

When they came to an unfamiliar scene, especially when there was a person with a gun next to them, they all seemed a little uneasy.

"Okay, be quiet." The man in sunglasses, the man Zilong saw when he woke up, said, but except for a few, the rest ignored him.

The man in sunglasses' expression darkened, and he fired a shot.

It's quiet now.

The man in sunglasses nodded in satisfaction.

"This is the main god's space, or the scene of the characters arranged by the main god. You were chosen by the main god to come here and want to go back? Sorry, it's impossible, at least I don't know how to go back.

Here you need to complete the tasks issued by the main god, earn survival points, strengthen yourself, and keep yourself alive.

Have you seen the watch in your hand? It has your missions on it. Friendly reminder, in addition to the main missions, it is best to do the optional missions according to your ability. After all, the main god of each mission has a minimum survival point limit, and any shortfall will be wiped out.

If the optional mission fails, survival points will be deducted. "

The man in the sunglasses disappeared, and he disappeared in place.

Zilong was stunned for a moment, guessing that the other party should be like a novice guide, but this is a bit too irresponsible.

Zilong ignored the other people who were shouting, looking at the wristwatch that appeared on his wrist at some time, it looked quite novel.

Main task: Survive for 30 days, reward 100 survival points, the minimum limit of 100 survival points at the end of this scene, not enough... obliterate!

Optional task 500: Help Leng Feng, assist Leng Feng to rescue Dr. Chen, reward 500 survival points, assist Leng Feng to rescue Chinese-funded factory workers, reward [-] survival points.

The task requires a participation rate of 60.00% or more, and the Chinese-owned factory workers require ten to meet the task completion requirements, and each additional one will be rewarded with 10 survival points.

Optional task 10: kill the Red Turban Army, reward 50 survival points for killing a Red Turban soldier, reward 100 survival points for killing a mercenary, and reward [-] survival points for killing a mercenary leader.

A total of three tasks, one mandatory and two optional.

The must-select is the main mission. There is nothing to say. Zilong can see the problem at a glance. Although he only needs to survive for 30 days to complete the mission, he only has a measly 100 survival points.

Zilong didn't know what the purchasing power of the Lord God Space was, but I was afraid that 100 survival points wouldn't do much.

At this time, other people also accepted what happened through their watches and their own circumstances.

"We must unite, so as to ensure our safety to the greatest extent." A middle-aged man said, dressed like a successful person, and spoke with a tone of a superior, making him feel obedient.

Zilong glanced at the group of people. There were three women, one of whom seemed to be a middle school student, a young working woman, and a middle-aged aunt.

The remaining six are all men, three young men who look like gangsters in society, one old man, one middle-aged man dressed plainly, and the successful man.

Zilong just took one look and gave up on cooperating with these people.

The three gangsters were obviously disobedient to discipline. Although the middle-aged man spoke beautifully, Zilong could clearly see the panic in his eyes, and he might be stern.

A guy who is tough on the outside and soft on the inside.

The rest, the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled, probably have no idea.

Zilong turned around and left, ignoring the yelling of the successful man behind him, the three gangsters looked at each other and left together.

"This group of guys, now they leave without knowing the situation, do you know how dangerous it is!" The successful people scolded one after another, but they actually breathed a sigh of relief.

As the saying goes, the king of hell likes to make trouble for little ghosts. With those three gangsters around, he really doesn't have the confidence, he is afraid that the other party will be unreasonable and tough.

……

Zilong observed the surrounding situation, here is a beach, the target is basically black people, suddenly a yellow bright spot entered Zilong's eyes.

Could it be…

Zilong guessed a certain possibility. Optional mission one is to help Leng Feng. This is obviously a Chinese name, or code name.

Checking myself, the ability that I worked so hard to acquire is gone, and now it has become a whiteboard attribute.

Suddenly, subtle gunshots came to his ears, and Zilong could only hear some of them standing on the edge of the beach, but he couldn't hear them at all on the lively beach.

Looking around, many black people in the distance are running away in a panic.

After thinking for a moment, Zilong ran towards the yellow man.

Regardless of whether the other party is Leng Feng or not, he is not familiar with the place here. Even if the other party is not Leng Feng, he can still give him directions or something.

After all, seeing the other party having so much fun with those black people, he should have been here for a long time.

"Hey, it looks like the Red Scarf Army is coming over there." Zilong ran up and shouted.

The Asian man was startled, and then looked into the distance subconsciously. After vaguely seeing the chaotic scene over there, he turned and ran towards a fat black man, grabbed him and ran away.

"Follow me!" shouted an Asian man passing by Zilong.

In the distance, those Red Turban soldiers had already killed them.

"What's your name?" While running, Zilong asked while flustered.

"Cold Front!"

really.

Zilong stopped making a sound.

The Red Scarf Army killed anyone they saw, whether they were civilians or not, they were all targets of massacres.

Zilong followed Leng Feng and ran into the street, making seven turns and eight turns, but he couldn't escape the encirclement of the Red Turban Army at all, there were too many of them.

Many government soldiers are protecting the people, but they are no match for the Red Turban Army in terms of firepower.

When passing by a soldier who was killed, Zilong picked up the opponent's rifle. It was not a good gun, but it was classic enough, AK47 rifle.

At this time, two red scarf soldiers appeared in front of Leng Feng.

Da da da! ! !
Leng Feng suddenly turned around and saw Zilong holding a gun. Your quantitative skills definitely didn't look like a novice.

But at this time, it is obviously not the time to ask about this. Leng Feng led the little fat man to escape separately, and Zilong was behind him to escort him. Every time he killed a Red Scarf Army Lord God, a reminder would sound.

Zilong was so annoyed that he simply blocked it.

However, Zilong only picked up a gun, which had been used before, and it ran out of bullets after a few shots. It was useless for Zilong to throw away the gun and keep it.

Leng Feng took Zilong into a supermarket run by a Chinese, and there were a few government soldiers guarding it, apparently protecting the Chinese boss.

When the three of them came in, the government soldiers became nervous and almost opened fire.

Fortunately, the little fat black man stood in front and shouted loudly, and the boss explained from the side.

(End of this chapter)