A New Character Every Month

Lin Zian blinked. The nail that could have been pulled out within five seconds was abruptly extended by four times, and it was only pulled out after 20 seconds.

The same goes for the remaining three nails, which the man with glasses enjoyed a lot.

However, the man with glasses didn't have the slightest doubt about it.

Obviously by his standards, 20 seconds is not fast, but it is definitely not slow.

After all four nails were removed, the hands and feet of the man with glasses that were clinging to the cross also fell instantly and smashed towards Lin Zian.

Lin Zian took a step back, then turned around gorgeously, dodging easily.

"Ah~"

The man with glasses fell to the ground, screamed again, then raised his head and looked at Lin Zian resentfully.

"The moon seems quite round."

Lin Zian looked up, didn't seem to notice his expression, then lowered his head and said, "Tell me, what's the situation on this floor?"

The man with glasses nodded and sat on the ground with hands and feet together.

Miraculously, his bloody hands and feet were miraculously formed several scars just a few seconds after the fall.

If it weren't for the blood stains on it, it would only be thought that these injuries had recovered at least a few days.

"I'll keep it short."

The man with glasses took off his glasses and patted his face.

He knew that with Lin Zian's ability to dodge bullets, he was definitely a fierce god before he came here. It's best not to take advantage of such a person. Mutual benefit is beneficial to both parties.

And with the joint efforts, the last hour does not seem to be too difficult.

After a while.

After listening to the man with glasses, Lin Zian nodded thoughtfully: "So, this is a murder caused by cheap hands?"

The face of the man with glasses darkened immediately. Although it is true that I am cheap, you don't have to say it.

Lin Zian felt a little funny. In short, the reason for the current situation was because after the Oath of Victory team captured the [-]th floor, a strange object suddenly appeared in front of them.

It was an ordinary square box with a red button on it.

There are three words written next to the button: "Don't press!"

Then...then, after some psychological struggle, the man with glasses thought that this might be a reward, and pressed the button resolutely.

Afterwards, he was teleported to the [-]th floor and enjoyed a thrilling pursuit.

There were 26 people when they came up, but now there are only 11 people left.

It is worthy of doing a good job.

It clearly says don't press it, it makes you cheap, you deserve it now!

"The lost lamb..."

The voice of the martyr suddenly sounded in the distance, and gradually approached here.

"No, the martyr is here!"

The man in glasses struggled to get up, but although the injuries of his hands and feet recovered miraculously, his body was still much weaker, and he failed several times.

At this time, a hand reached out to his eyes.

The man with glasses looked at the owner of this hand, Lin Zian, in surprise, and asked in confusion, "This is it?"

Lin Zian said: "Come on, grab my hand, it's just a weird one, what's the big deal."

Although the man with glasses couldn't see Lin Zian's expression, he seemed to see Lin Zian's firm belief and noble sentiments from the loud words.

He stretched out his hand a little ashamedly, and whispered, "Thank you."

"Thank you, aren't we friends?"

Under the mask, Lin Zian showed a meaningful smile.

After pulling the man with glasses up, he didn't let go of his hand, but continued to pull and run in the opposite direction to the martyr.

"friend?"

While running, the man with glasses looked at the tightly held hands, moved in his eyes, and then nodded heavily: "Well, we are friends!"

But after the words fell, the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned slightly to the left, which was fleeting.

Chapter 270 Three

In the dilapidated house.

A woman in a tight-fitting combat uniform was holding a rifle tightly, shivering under the window.

"And... 51 minutes and 17 seconds."

The woman looked at the countdown in the lower right corner of her line of sight, and felt that the days seemed like years.

Suddenly, there was the sound of rushing footsteps from a distance outside.

"Someone?"

She held the gun body tightly with both hands, poked her head out slowly and secretly, and looked in the direction of the sound.

Under the blood moon, two people could be vaguely seen running fast hand in hand.

In the front is a weirdo wearing tights and carrying double knives, and behind is a gentle man wearing glasses.

"It's him!"

The woman frowned and looked at the latter.

No matter what, she couldn't forget that an hour ago, the man in glasses who was the captain personally sent them to this place of death after making a seemingly shrewd but stupid judgment.

It took a full 120 minutes, and now only half of the time has passed, and most of the people were killed or injured.

If she were asked to find someone she hated the most, it would definitely be the man with glasses.

"Who is the other person? Cross-border support?"

The woman remembered the reward points prepared by the man with glasses before, and before she had time to think about why the two of them appeared here, she heard a rough voice from behind.

"The lost lamb..."

I saw the tall martyr chasing in the direction the two left. Every time his feet hit the ground, there would be a loud noise.

"The martyr!"

The woman couldn't help but exclaimed, and then quickly squatted down, lest she be discovered.

It wasn't until the voice subsided that she cautiously poked her head over and saw the disappearing figure of the martyrdom before she felt a little relieved.

"The speed of the martyrs seems to be faster."

The woman's face was a little gloomy. In the first hour when they arrived on the [-]th floor, because of the rule that the martyrdom can only arrest one person at a time, they tried many methods to solve the martyrdom or rescue the captured person, but All ended in failure.

In the end, I found that it would have no other effect except that it would make me die faster.

Moreover, although the rotten flesh on the body of the sacrificial body can be shot down with one shot, it will not affect its movements.

In a short while, the rotten flesh will grow back.

Pistols, submachine guns, rifles, and grenades cannot cause effective damage to the martyrs.

The only anti-material sniper rifle in the team, although it successfully stopped the movement of the martyr, and even knocked it back a few steps.

But what greeted him next was a sacrificial person whose rage had been turned on and whose attributes had been increased by 100%.

In less than ten seconds, the shooter was seriously injured, and the sniper rifle was broken in two.

Moreover, although the Sacrifice can only catch one person at a time, any person within a hundred meters of it will be chased and knocked down by him.

And once knocked down, not to mention the impact of the injury, the body will fall into a state of paralysis for as little as 1 minute and as long as 10 minutes, almost tantamount to death.

And once nailed to the black cross, 2 minutes later, there is no doubt of death.

As for saving people from the black cross, there is a [-]% chance that it will trigger the rage pursuit mode of the martyrdom.

Once triggered, it will last for 3 minutes, and frantically hunt down the rescued, unless a person is caught halfway, otherwise the time can only be passed.

It is precisely because of these rules that they are full of confidence in strategizing from the very beginning.

After half of the people died, they hid separately and resigned themselves to their fate.

Although each of them knows that together, more people will survive.

But ordinary people are afraid of death, let alone a group of wicked people, who would sacrifice themselves for others?

The woman looked towards the direction where the martyr and the man with glasses disappeared, with extremely complicated expressions in her eyes.

On the one hand, she really wanted the man with glasses to die.

If it weren't for him, they wouldn't have come to the [-]th floor and been hunted down by the powerful and weird martyrdom.

You know, among the dozen or so people who died, there were several teammates who had a good relationship with her, but lost their lives because of the man with glasses.

But on the other hand, she hopes that the man with glasses can live.

That way, if the martyr spends all her time with him, she has a good chance of surviving.

"Forget it, I don't want these anymore."

The woman raised her head and looked at the blood moon hanging high in the sky, her eyes seemed to recall, remorse...

On the other side, the man in glasses was dragged by Lin Zian to run away frantically.

"I'm going... I'm going to die..."

The man with glasses gasped and said, if Lin Zian hadn't been pulling him and leading him to run, he would have been so tired that he would have slumped on the ground.

"A man can't say no, but it's just a weird one. I don't believe he can keep chasing it."

Lin Zian pulled the man with glasses on, and quickly and swiftly dodged the obstacles in front of him. Compared with the beginning, his speed showed no signs of weakening.

The man with glasses looked at the back of Lin Zian's head, a strange look flashed in his eyes, and he nodded: "That's right, it's just a weird one."