Doomsday Game.

As a magic weapon user retrieved two magic weapon embryos in the shape of a knife and a gun and put them back on the altar, the trial continued.

Chu Yan also stood obediently beside the two magic weapon users, with no intention of running around.

There was no danger yet, and their attitude was unclear, so there was no need to panic.

If there was any disturbance, they would use game props to force them to log off and exit the dungeon when they wanted to slice themselves for research.

People will naturally be calm when they have confidence, so he simply stood by and watched the trial continue.

Perhaps with Chu Yan's successful case, other trialists also regained some confidence.

Many people even had hope and fantasized that they might succeed.

As a result, the next trial became smoother and less resistant.

However, as the trial continued, this confidence and fantasy were soon worn out by the cruel reality.

None of the trialists who came on stage succeeded.

Every time they went up, they died. Just like the nine people at the beginning, they died miserably.

The later they went, the more afraid they became. When they reached the fifty-odd people, they no longer dared to have any illusions.

However, no matter how afraid they were, the reserve team members would not give them any chance to delay time, because if there was any more trouble, they would die.

After watching for a while, Chu Yan couldn't help but feel a little bit sorry.

He thought about it and asked the middle-aged magic weapon master beside him:

"Senior, the probability of this trial is so low, it's no different from sending oneself to death. I don't really understand the meaning of doing this. Even ordinary people are a kind of wealth for the tower master, right? It's a bit of a waste to waste them like this?"

The middle-aged magic weapon master looked back at him and explained casually:

"A low probability doesn't mean no probability. Isn't this a surprise for you in this trial?"

"Ordinary people are not as useful as you think, but a magic weapon master is an important person who can truly protect the city. Strength, as long as there is still a possibility of success, then it is worth paying any price. "

"On the contrary, if the city does not have enough divine soldiers to protect it, it cannot resist the invasion of disaster beasts, resulting in the destruction of the city and the destruction of the family, then wouldn't the loss be greater?"

"In the final analysis, this is also a helpless move. If this world is not so dangerous, we would not do such a thing."

Chu Yan did not know how dangerous the outside world is, but from what he said, he knew that even in a human gathering place like the Divine Weapon Tower, it is not easy to survive in this world.

The survival pressure faced by these divine soldiers is probably higher than that of ordinary people.

After all, they are the main force facing the disaster beasts, and ordinary people only need to survive under their protection.

Chu Yan did not insist on his own opinion, but asked again:

"Is there no better way? For example, how to increase the success rate?"

Originally, he did not have much hope, but the other party's answer was a little beyond his expectations.

He narrowed his eyes and said calmly:

"Of course there are, but it is difficult to popularize, and it is not the turn of ordinary people like you."

"In fact, the success rate of the Divine Weapon Trial can also be improved. People with strong physique, firm will and well-trained are more likely to be recognized by the Divine Weapon Embryo."

"The most important point is willpower."

"Therefore, there is actually a group of people in each Divine Weapon Tower City. They have received professional training since childhood and various resources. The possibility of being recognized by the Divine Weapon is much higher than that of ordinary people. They are the main source of new forces for the Divine Weapon in each city."

"In addition, those reserve teams selected from ordinary people Members receive strict training every day to hone their willpower, and are given sufficient food supplies, and occasionally they can eat a meal of disaster beast meat... These are all to increase their success rate, so the probability of the birth of a divine weapon host from the reserve team is also higher than that of ordinary people. "

"It's just that Tacheng's resources are limited, and there is no way to support too many such troops, but there are always not enough divine weapon users, so we can't let go of the divine weapon hosts that may exist among ordinary people."

"The rest of the things that can directly increase the success rate are all precious treasures, and it is even more impossible for ordinary people to use them."

Chu Yan was stunned, and the doubts in his heart were finally answered.

I said, isn't this success rate a pitfall? How can other players who don't cheat play?

In the final analysis, resources are limited and realistic conditions do not allow it, otherwise it doesn't have to be so cruel and ruthless.

...

While talking, many more people died.

SoonThere was only one last trialist left.

That was Lu Dayong.

Chu Yan stared at him and saw that he was gritting his teeth at this time, looking like he was afraid but still ready to die.

He thought for a while and suddenly shouted:

"Lu Dayong!"

"Hey!"

The big fool was startled and quickly turned to look at Chu Yan, with a blank face: "Boss Chu Yan, you called me?"

Chu Yan suddenly shouted fiercely: "Don't think about dying yourself, think more about your family!"

"I tell you directly, if you don't succeed today, they will die! It's a matter of time!"

"Remember this, you are the only one who can protect them!"

Lu Dayong was stunned when he heard this.

Then, the blank and desperate expression was gradually replaced by determination.

"I know, boss!"

He responded respectfully, turned around and strode towards the altar.

Chu Yan's behavior was of course seen by others. The three magic weapon masters were thoughtful and understood his intention, but to be honest, they were not optimistic.

As for the remaining reserve players on the scene, most of them were secretly disdainful.

Are you kidding? All the normal people are dead. How can a fool succeed?

If just shouting a few words can help him succeed, then everyone can become a magic weapon master!

Naive!

If this big fool can succeed, we will eat shit directly!

In the eyes of the crowd who were not optimistic, Lu Dayong strode onto the ring, without even looking at the other three weapon-type magic weapon embryos, and went straight to the shield.

No hesitation, no choice, no shrinking, only resolute courage!

The rough big hand grabbed the edge of the shield, and the shield suspended in the air swayed slightly.

The next moment, a bright white light flashed, and the terrifying power flowed through his body like ripples, making him unable to help but wail in pain.

"Ah!!!"

But he seemed to be able to hold on. He simply closed his eyes, held on to the shield tightly, gritted his teeth and held on. His face was flushed and veins bulged.

"Huh?"

The middle-aged divine soldier frowned, as if he saw something and was a little surprised.

Chu Yan also saw some clues: those who died before did not encounter this situation! And they basically died at the first touch, and could only hold on for a few seconds at most. Although Lu Dayong looked painful at this time, he was standing there fine.

Isn't this...

The next moment, the shield suddenly turned into a dazzling white light, covering Lu Dayong's body and slowly merging into his body!

Now, everyone was stunned, and their expressions became quite strange.

"This big fool, actually succeeded too?"