I'm a god in the infinite game

Nishen teamed up with other team members to push Spades to the side of the game pool. Although the walking posture of the group was loose and casual, passers-by still avoided it and avoided it in fear.

"Look at the current situation!" Ni Shen accused Spade, "Isn't it all made by you! Playing a game in the game pool is so fierce!"

Spade raised his eyelids and glanced at him lightly: "They are not afraid of me, they will also be afraid of another person who brings victory. It has nothing to do with what I have done, they are simply afraid that they will not get this victory."

"If the fear of these people is part of winning, then let them be afraid." Spades turned his head and said indifferently.

——The implication is that the victory belongs to him after all, this tone is really arrogant and determined.

Ni Shen was speechless.

Although the spade guy seems to have zero EQ, sometimes he thinks things thoroughly and sharply, which makes him sometimes want to make a fuss about these things, even if he suppresses spades.

"Okay, let's choose three games at random." Nishen held his forehead helplessly, he really couldn't get spades, "—let us see the effect of your solo training during this period, and let you test our game. The results of group training over a period of time."

"...if we have the ability to restrain you." Ni Shen took a deep breath and said solemnly, "You are ready to return to the team and start serious league training."

Spade nodded, he pulled out his long black whip, and hit a floating and twisted poster in the game pool.

The entire team of Killer Sequence disappeared in place.

the other end.

Mu Sicheng lowered his body and climbed on the guild floor of the Killer Sequence, his sharp monkey claws dug into the wall, and the question mark-shaped tail of the capuchin monkey loomed behind him, hanging from any protruding decorations and decorations. things.

He is also wearing a chameleon-like coat, which changes color as the environment changes - this is an extraordinary item that Bai Liu obtained in the game pool, and was given to Mu Sicheng when it was distributed.

And this is indeed an extremely correct allocation, making Mu Sicheng's process of sneaking into the killer sequence smooth and smooth.

After a few extremely brilliant color changes and a few near-miss wanderings in the air, Mu Sicheng landed firmly in a long corridor next to the top floor of the Killer Sequence Guild.

Mu Sicheng flicked the debris of wall ash stuck on his nails casually, the tail behind him retracted into his body like a drawn wire, his red pupils looked around, and raised his eyebrows in surprise——

——What the hell is this Grand Duke going to do?My base camp didn't take any anti-theft measures?Isn't this waiting for someone to steal the house?

But if Mu Ke, who is familiar with the development history of various guilds, is here, he will be able to explain to Mu Sicheng why the guild building of Killer Sequence is so empty and unguarded.

Killer Sequence, as an upstart who only rose to prominence last year with the help of spades, is very likely to take advantage of last year's east wind to develop and grow, and secure the top spot in the first guild-this is a matter of course, something that all guild leaders will want to do.

But for the Killer Sequence, there is no president—because spades don't do president.

So this guild developed in a rather barbaric state. Most of the members in it were high-potential rookies who acted strangely, had certain abilities, had a personality cult for spades, and didn't want to be bound by the big guild.

Although there is a building, the members of the Killer Sequence maintain a state of dissociation, and members of the Schrödinger duality gather in this Killer Sequence building.

When playing in the league, they need the guild as a registration condition, and at that time they are the guild team's candidates.

If they don't play league games, they are individual players.

These members of the Killer Sequence Guild of the new generation are very strongly influenced by spades, and they all feel that they were born to exist for the victory of the league, and they all feel that they are ruthless league sharks!

This situation of fighting alone did not get better until Nishen was poached over - he made this group of problematic child-like members realize that only five children can be league killers, no, players.

Before you become assassins, you have to do something else for the development of the guild.

——That's right, Nishen, a half-way tactician who was poached, was given the title of [Guild Master] after Spades threw him away. You have to worry about the development of the guild, big and small.

It can be said that a tactician is eight envoys, working overtime at any time, and spades are not paid.

Under such circumstances, the security of the guild was already the last consideration for Nishen—he was working overtime both inside and outside the game, and he was about to die suddenly.

And although the security of the killer sequence is poor, under the catalysis of spades, the spiritual symbol of victory, the average person here is a fighting lunatic, who will not let go, and the stronger the opponent, the more excited he will be.

A guild with a healthy mind will basically not use the Killer Sequence.

Mu Sicheng looked around carefully and confirmed that there were not many people left behind in the building, so he quickly chose to take further actions and break through deeper into the building.

According to the general practice of the guild, there are usually two places to keep high-level props - one is the personal warehouse of the system panel of the guild's dedicated warehouse keeper.

The warehouse keeper not only keeps the equipment, but is also responsible for testing and maintaining the items in the weekly game. Because he keeps a large number of high-end and rare items all year round, he can be regarded as a small mobile treasury. He is tied with the weapon modifier as the two guilds with the highest secrecy. position.

By the way, the top warehouse maintainer in the game belongs to Golden Dawn and their family, and it doesn't refer to a specific person, but refers to all members of this guild.

I don't know what this guild is for. Everyone is highly trained as if they were police warehouse managers. They are especially good at keeping, guarding and storing dangerous items.

Many guilds, such as the King's Guild, the Kabbalah Life Guild, and even Charles' Gamblers' Club have spied on the Golden Dawn's warehouse reserves—not necessarily to steal the other party's items, knowing what items the other party has is also part of the league's information important column.

But no matter what kind of tricks these guilds use, they all return in vain. It can be said that they are the natural enemy guilds of thieves and strange thieves.

Moreover, Golden Dawn seems to have reorganized the anti-theft structure of the guild again under his instructions because of the addition of a new player, Armand.

A few days ago, a spy from the King's Guild was captured within minutes of the first dimension. It is no exaggeration to describe the current warehouse structure of the Golden Dawn as impregnable.

Mu Sicheng frowned as he walked towards the killer sequence—he felt that the warehouse structure here was somewhat indescribably similar to the information on the warehouse structure of the Golden Dawn that Wang Shun showed him before.

Behind him, a translucent rotating barrier separated by space slowly rotated.

[System prompt: A player has triggered the warehouse trap props you set! 】

Just entering the game, a notification popped up on the Nishen system panel. A team member next to him asked him what was wrong. Nishen smiled and explained: "It's nothing, someone triggered the warehouse protection item I reserved."

The team members were dumbfounded: "Someone really dares to come to the Killer Sequence to steal things!"

"I remember that our warehouse didn't have any protection?"

"No one can look at the warehouse. Our guild doesn't even have a warehouse manager. Nishen, what is the protective item you left behind?"

Nishen was so noisy that he had to appease these curious team members loudly, and sighed helplessly: "——Our guild really has no way to allocate manpower to protect a warehouse, so I have to use The simplest and most effective warehouse protection method."

The team members were curious, and leaned over to ask: "——What method?"

"I contacted the president of Golden Dawn, and then offered a sum of money and a prophecy, and successfully outsourced the protection of our warehouse to him." Nishen smiled kindly, "The props I set up can The guests who come will be sent directly to the warehouse of Golden Dawn.”

Team members: "..."

...Ni Shen, you actually single-handedly prostituted the strongest warehouse keeper...

Ni Shen sighed sadly and shook his head: "I even wanted to outsource the training, but the Deer Hunters Guild, which trains the best and strictest players, doesn't accept team training outsourcing, eh..."

"But I will do it myself, and you don't listen to my tactician much..."

Team members: "..."

... Deer hunters believe in Spartan training! !Their players are howling every day! !I don't even have time to shit and drink water!It's super miserable, okay?It seems that you will get kidney stones at a young age!

A team member who was usually not very obedient swallowed stiffly: "Just come, we will listen to you..."

Ni Shen looked at him with a smile: "Really?"

All the players nodded wildly.

As Mu Sicheng walked more and more, he felt that something was wrong. He stopped in time, looked around the architectural style here, moved his nose and sniffed carefully - there were many strange and mixed smells on both sides of the bright and bright corridor, and the human smell suddenly It became complicated and changeable, and there was also a hint of the cold taste of the metal door.

——It was very similar to what he had smelled at the headquarters of the Heresy Administration.

While Mu Sicheng was sniffing, a blue-blue butterfly with a gold border was safely parked on the window to his left, flapping its wings slowly.

Mu Sicheng turned his face away, frowned and shrugged his nose, and whispered to himself: "——There is still a little... the breath of flowing air..."

"—is the smell of the wind."

The butterfly flapped its wings quickly, and the strong wind swept the narrow aisle. A vague figure was wrapped in the strong wind and merged into one, and quickly attacked Mu Sicheng at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

With the help of the pressure and speed of the wind, the opponent stepped on the surrounding walls and moved, giving Mu Sicheng a hard blow like a divine help.

Mu Sicheng crossed his hands and endured the blow forcefully, and not to be outdone, he fought back with his claws, raised his hand and turned over to grab the man's face and pin him to the ground.

The opponent took a breath, and raised his foot to kick him. Mu Sicheng's right paw blocked and bounced away, and he turned around to sweep away the opponent's lower body.

In this kind of wind, if you can't stabilize your figure, you will lose.

The opponent jumped slightly, floated up in the air, and stuck to the wall. His breathing became lighter, and he almost merged with the wind. He couldn't detect it. A butterfly landed on his shoulder, and its wings were still flapping.

Mu Sicheng smelled his breath, the faster wind, and the smell of butterfly scales.

The wind suddenly became stronger, and it was so dense that it was almost invisible.

Mu Sicheng's chest was hard to heave due to the huge pressure brought by the wind, he had to let go and back away, the monkey's paws firmly buckled into the wall and stabilized on the metal wall.

The wind gradually dissipated.

Mu Sicheng jumped down, and the person opposite was standing on the messy ground, his neat short brown hair was disheveled, shining a strange light under the white light.

Armand looked at Mu Sicheng flatly: "I didn't expect that we could compete again in this kind of place, Mu Sicheng."

"It seems inaccurate to use the word "compare" as an even match, right?" Mu Sicheng raised his eyebrows, tossed the glittering golden wing hair ornament in his hand, twirled it around on his fingers, and smiled disdainfully, "—if This was in a competition, and it was your head that was caught by me, not the hair ornament on your head?"

"Really?" Armand was unmoved, he looked at Mu Sicheng calmly, "—that's what you told me after you fought me for the first time and stole my pen."

"—The memories of the past don't give people all the pain." Armand moved his eyes to the hair ornament, "There is also experience."

Mu Sicheng was startled, he suddenly realized something, and wanted to throw away the hair ornament in his hand, but it was too late.

The wing-shaped hair ornament in his hand exploded with a "bang", turning into a steel mesh-shaped handcuff that tightly wrapped his hands, wrists and upper arms, and he couldn't break free at all.

Armand looked up at him: "You hate net restraints and handcuffs the most, so I summed it up and gave it to you as a meeting gift."

"Long time no see, Mu Sicheng."

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Mu Ke led Du Sanying who had done her homework to the game pool.

Du Sanying's situation is better than Mu Ke thought. Not only did he accept these things quickly, but he has played more than 52 times - he already has the qualifications for league registration.

So after Mu Ke asked Du Sanying for his opinion and confirmed that he agreed to participate in the league, Mu Ke helped Du Sanying handle the registration period for the league, and took Du Sanying to the game pool to practice according to Bai Liu's instructions.

Du Sanying looked at the posters swimming in the pool with fear, and looked at Mu Ke timidly: "...Which one should I choose?"

"It doesn't matter which one you choose." Mu Ke patiently explained, "My basic value is enough to deal with most games in the game pool, and you are a player with full luck, the game you choose will not be harmful to you. Too dangerous."

Years of "lucky guy" physique made Du Sanying still very uneasy, he said with a mournful face, "...But I am the only one who is lucky...People around me are usually very unlucky."

"I know." Mu Ke politely kept a certain distance from Du Sanying, and showed him his panel, "I will keep a certain distance from you to protect you, so that my own impact will be minimal."

Mu Ke comforted him with a smile: "Although I don't look conspicuous, it's because my profession is an assassin. I'm not that weak. Don't worry."

Du Sanying hesitated again and again, and finally stepped forward to choose a game, and Mu Ke jumped into it.

After entering, the first thing that jumps into the ear curtains is a huge, serial impact gunshot, shooting non-stop on the ground, all the monsters around were killed, mixed with the dead bodies of some players and fell to the ground , a piece of blood and flesh, the boundary between the corpses of humans and monsters cannot be distinguished, it is quite a brutal scene.

Du Sanying was dumbfounded.

"This game is already at the end of the customs clearance." Mu Ke faced this scene calmly, and comforted Du Sanying, "It's okay, you are really lucky, the other players who came in with you have already cleaned up the dungeon. Monster."

Mu Ke's eyes moved to the faces of the corpses of the players who had been shot beyond recognition, and he squinted his eyes, afraid that Du Sanying would not say the second half of the sentence - and the players were also cleaned up.

Looks like there's a pretty dangerous guy in this game.

Du Sanying was so frightened that she burst into tears, she bit her hand: "...but this is too soon, right? I just came in..."

"There are such players." Mu Ke said calmly, "This game is worthless, and I'm about to quit..."

A burst of high-frequency gunshots accompanied by a joyful "woohoo" shot indiscriminately from a distance. Mu Ke quickly took out props and armor to cover himself, protected Du Sanying under him, and listened intently. From the direction of the gunshots.

Du Sanying was so shocked that she wanted to crawl out from under the armor: "Don't come near me! Something bad will happen!"

The abnormal sound of bullets hitting the armor of the prop quickly attracted the attention of the keen shooter, but before Mu Ke could evacuate, the shooter sat on a huge spring and fell from the sky, pressing down on the prop where Mu Ke and the others were hiding. armor.

Mu Ke quickly dragged Du Sanying to roll around and rolled out from under the armor, knelt down on one knee and took out the dagger, looked up at the person who came, and was startled.

He has seen many players with weird costumes, but this player in front of him is still the type that can make people stunned when they meet at a critical moment.

This player is sitting on a huge colorful spring with a height of more than three meters and a diameter of about one meter. Erlang legs are raised, feet are shaking, and a dark green sniper rifle about half a meter long is held. The upper half of his face is a piece of paper. The clown mask is quite distorted, like a child's low-scoring colored lead homework in art class.

The lower half of the face is an oversized red lip painted on the skin, which together with the paper mask above constitutes a very perfunctory clown makeup.

The red lips were obviously smeared on by his thumb with the blood of who knows who, and it was a mess. There was a strong smell of blood and some blood scabs formed around the corners of his mouth, and they were still crackling as he smiled. Drop the blood residue down.

The exaggerated green flared trouser legs and the dark green sniper rifle were spattered with blood, internal organs and some white brains.

He sat on the spring with his chin resting, tilted his head and looked down at Mu Ke's face condescendingly. The cracked corners of his mouth became wider and wider, and his apple-green eyes leaked out of the paper.

"I remember your beautiful and delicate face." He said in English mixed with a Spanish accent, his tone had a strange bloody elegance, and the long-drawn tail tone that upper nobles used to make him look a little lazy, "—Because I saw it on my knees."

"So it made a deep impression on me, and I will never forget it at first sight."

He raised the sniper rifle in his left hand, but halfway through, he seemed to suddenly remember something, jumped up on one foot, and stepped on the edge of the spring waddlingly—like an acrobat performing a ball stepping. In front of him, with one hand behind his back, he bowed down his waist overlappingly.

This is another very aristocratic etiquette, which is incompatible with his current funny performance and appearance.

"Father taught me that before killing an opponent, one should introduce oneself." He bent down, his tone polite and respectful, "Out of respect for our opponent, we should allow them to know who killed him."

He raised his smiling face, but there was no smile in his eyes: "My name is Daniel, Bai Liu's most beloved godson."

Daniel raised his sniper rifle to aim at Mu Ke, the smile on his face became more violent, and his attitude was casual: "As for your name, it doesn't matter."

"—You are not worthy of his trash, and trash doesn't need a name."

"boom--!!"

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In the huge game pool, Bai Liu, who had taken care of everything, brought Liu Jiayi and Tang Erda to the pool.

There was not a single player at the game pool.

Liu Jiayi understood at a glance: "Just now a team from a big guild entered the pool, and the number of players in this guild's pool is not yet full, so other players dare not come."

She turned her head to look at Bai Liu, her gaze fell on his hand which was tightly wrapped to stop the bleeding: "How about we avoid it too?"

"When did I teach you to avoid the edge before the start of the league?" The woman's reserved and elegant voice interrupted Liu Jiayi's thoughts, and the sound of cork high-heeled shoes was regular and pleasant, and Da Da came over, "What you have to do before the game is to suppress other people's edge."

Heart is wearing a bright blue satin ribbon dress with two hanging necks, with long off-white gloves that reach the elbows, her hair is tied into a neat and delicate bun on the top, and a raindrop-shaped blue dress about ten centimeters long is dangling around her neck. Emerald earrings.

There is a kind of classic and pleasant style.

Liu Jiayi stood in front of Bai Liu: "Queen, long time no see."

The entire team followed behind Hearts, obviously in the team's collective training state, but this time there was an unfamiliar candidate, Liu Jiayi, beside her.

This is an exotic girl wearing a small size, black and white nun's costume, visually no more than thirteen or fourteen, with blond hair and green eyes, and a pure white headgear covering her golden and wavy hair, representing the cross praying to God Held firmly in her hands, the green eyes are more innocent and pure than the floating sea waves, revealing a faint blue.

Liu Jiayi only needs to glance at this girl to know that Heart is dressed up today to accompany this new team member——

——This new team member is like a girl who stepped out of a classical painting.

Heart raised her hand and stroked the girl's forehead hair: "She is the new team member who replaced you. [Sister], go, Phoebe, go say hello to your predecessor, and bless her with God's blessing in the game. "

Phoebe walked to a position about one meter away from Liu Jiayi. She didn't seem to be afraid of Liu Jiayi, a well-known little witch. She bowed her knees slightly reservedly and raised the sides of her nun's clothes to salute. She had a style raised by everyone, and her voice was beautiful and sweet. Such as honey delicacies.

"May God bless you."

Phoebe stood up, and she looked expectantly at Liu Jiayi: "You also have an older brother, don't you?"

Liu Jiayi pursed her lips and glanced at Hearts, before replying: "I do have them."

"I also have an older brother. Although we don't have the same mother as me, we share the same father—isn't that the same as your situation?" Phoebe smiled like an angel, "He turned his back on me just like your older brother, Abandoned my family."

"But I don't blame him, I forgive him, God forgives everything."

Liu Jiayi stopped talking, and she watched Phoebe alertly and silently, with invisible thorns erected on her body.

Phoebe ignored Liu Jiayi's hostility, as if she couldn't hold back her emotions, she stepped forward and grabbed Liu Jiayi's hands and put them on her heart, using those beautiful blue-green eyes like the ocean, full of love and looked at her kindly.

"We are so similar, maybe we should be related by blood, brother, sister, or something else, I have always dreamed of being friends with you!" Phoebe smiled, she smiled sincerely and happily, " You are my favorite player."

Her eyes sparkled: "I will definitely win the game and bring you God-given happiness."

Liu Jiayi pulled out her hand in astonishment and stepped back, Bai Liu took advantage of the situation to block in front of her, and looked up at Heart.

Heart nodded slightly and smiled: "Phoebe has always liked Jiayi very much. She is actually better than Jiayi, but she voluntarily served as a substitute for Jiayi, just to make friends with Jiayi."

"But it's a pity that this friendship was before it sprouted." Hongtao's pointed eyes fell on Liu Jiayi, "The child she likes ran away."

"Really?" Bai Liu was unmoved, "Then you didn't use Phoebe before, why?"

"Because I'm not stable enough, my brother is still alive, and sometimes he does some annoying and embarrassing things that will affect my emotions and affect my performance." Phoebe sighed in distress, clasped her hands, and prayed sincerely, "God willing, if only he had died sooner."

Such words from such a naive girl full of expectations obviously have a great impact—for example, Qi Yifang, who was standing behind Heart, covered her mouth and shed tears.

This is not the teammate he wanted. It looks so white, and God blesses it every day, but it is so black that even their teammates are pitiful... woo woo woo.

When Heart took Phoebe to leave for training, Phoebe was still turning around and reluctantly waving goodbye to Liu Jiayi, her eyes were full of sadness:

"Goodbye little witch, I hope God will let me have you in my dreams tonight."

Liu Jiayi silently covered her arm with goosebumps.

"Oh, by the way, if you see my brother, I hope you can help me kill him." Phoebe said nonchalantly, asking others to help deal with a disobedient pet that scratched her like a baby. Cat, "His name is Daniel, he's a fool, and he likes to play a clown."

After Hearts left, Bai Liu patted Liu Jiayi's head: "Hearts are used to disturb your emotions. Don't worry about it until we know the specific information about this [nun]. Let's advance the game."

Liu Jiayi nodded, took a deep breath, and selected the game to log in.

[System prompt: Welcome to the game "Dense Forest Border Town"]

[This used to be a tropical frontier town where war was taking place. There were dense gunfire, dirty swamps and small lakes everywhere. The jungle was full of sinister beasts, mosquitoes and mutilated corpses, and you were responsible for cleaning the battlefield and cleaning up the corpses. of minions. 】

[Integral category game, the more corpses the player cleans, the more points they get, and the player with the highest points within seven days wins the game. 】

Tang Erda looked at Bai Liu: "This is a point-based game, which is different from the decryption game. Generally, there is no fixed main line, only background information. There are two main aspects to win the game, one is to get your own points to judge, and the other is to Prevent others from earning points."

Liu Jiayi looked around for a while, inspected the environment and made a judgment: "Tropical environment, rainy and windy, rich in animal and plant species, and relatively complex terrain, we must pay attention to the interference of these factors."

As she spoke, she handed a bottle of antidote to Bai Liu.

Bai Liu drank it calmly, and the blood on his face recovered a lot: "But the difficulty of this game should not be high, and there are no players or monsters attacking us yet - let's make a copy after a quick scan."

Tang Erda and Liu Jiayi nodded.

"To appear on the battlefield, the first thing is to disguise." Bai Liu glanced around, "We need three sets of camouflage clothes..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a burst of gunshots.

This is a game with a war background, and the gunfire is likely to indicate that there is a conflict nearby.

Bai Liu, Liu Jiayi and Tang Erda quickly found a plant cover to cover themselves, lay down on the ground and wiped some mud on their faces, held their breath and closed their eyes, pretending to be a corpse.

The hoarse roar of several people faintly leaked out from the dense gunfire, echoing in the mountains and forests:

"Spades, don't run away! You said you would lose!"

"You said that you will punish yourself three times! A man cannot speak without spades! Put down the corpse in your hand!"

"Spades stop! The outside is full of teammates surrounding you!"

"Spades, you are really crumbs! You fucking snatched your teammate's corpse just to win!"

A man in dark green uniform trousers was moving quickly in the jungle. When passing by Bai Liu, this man hesitated for a moment, he lowered his head to observe Bai Liu closely, as if to make sure that Bai Liu was a corpse he could pick up .

But before he was sure, the people behind him roared and caught up:

"Put down Grandpa's body!!"

At such a moment without hesitation, Spade hugged Bai Liu without hesitation, picked it up and ran away, and gave a whip with his hands and beat him without looking back.

There was a crisp "pop", followed by a male voice screaming in agony.

"—You actually beat your teammate!"

Spade turned a deaf ear to it, and continued to run forward with the two corpses in his arms, and Bai Liu, who was carried on his shoulders, slowly opened his eyes.