Volume 19 Chapter 119 Target Confirmation

The Gun God was dragged and pulled into the room by me, and then I explained to him a rough explanation why we were in trouble with the gods. Of course, we can't say too much about the specific things. The reason I told the Gun God was just to test the combat performance of the ghost and the Queen of Blades. The other parts belong to our guild secrets, so I won't tell the Gun God.

"What do you mean is that you ran from China to kill the gods just to test the performance of these two mobile angels?" The Gun God looked at me with an idiotic expression and said, "Are you not sick? Please, that's a god, not a cabbage! You can kill it if you say you want to kill, do you think this is slaughtering chickens or sheep?"

"I don't want to do it either!" I pretended to be quite depressed and said, "You have also seen that these two mobile angels were like this. Our guild invested this number to create the two of them, and their heads were so stupid. If their combat power was still a bit off, then I could still balance it. If even my combat ability was idiot, I would consider whether I would take it back for dismantling and recycling!"

The Gun God looked at my gesture and asked in confusion: "Three thousand and six million are indeed not cheap, but it won't make you feel sorry for this, right?"

"Three thousand six million? Please add two more zeros."

"Three and six billion?"

“Cost price.”

"I... your guild is really rich!" After saying that, the Gun God turned his head and looked at the ghost and the Queen of Blades, then came to the ghost and knocked on his shell and said, "Three and six billion? This shell is not made of pure gold, right?"

"Compared with this, that's garbage. This thing is made of alloy made of grinding a colorful magic crystal stone into powder. Although the main ingredient is just iron, the auxiliary metals mixed in it are all high magic metals, and none of them are cheaper than pure gold. In addition, this alloy formula is also a new thing. We don't know how much money we threw in just for this recipe."

After hearing this, the Gun God said in surprise: "Then how is the performance of this alloy? Such a precious alloy should have good performance, right?"

"The physical performance of these two mobile angels is very good. All hardware indicators are amazing. As long as they can fully exert design performance, it will be no problem to beat me alone. But the problem now is that these two mobile angels are completely brainless. According to the researchers in our guild, their combat instincts should be fine, so I want to test it."

The Gun God obviously disagreed with my opinion. He said in surprise: "Even if you want to test your strength, just test it yourself. Why do you have to ask the gods to attack?"

"After all, they can't let go when fighting. They are not players, otherwise they can't let death be punished if they have a training ground. Mobile angels cannot use the player duel platform. If they are broken, they can't let go when they are broken. Therefore, even if they are really fighting, they can't let go. In comparison, it's better to find an enemy to try it."

"What are you thinking? Even if you can't do it yourself, will those gods show mercy? In the end, your mobile angel will turn into a pile of scrap iron?"

"No, no, no, you don't understand what I mean." I quickly explained, "I don't plan to start a full war with the Liberal Gods. I just want to find a few single Liberal Gods to attack. With my strength, even if those two mobile angels can't beat them, it's okay to save them once I intervene. Besides, if my mobile angels are stronger, there will be no loss. Take a step back and say that even if my mobile angels can't beat those Liberal Gods, I happened to have no time to rescue them. At worst, it's just to take back the wreckage of the destroyed mobile angels to dismantle. Anyway, if they really have low combat power, wouldn't it be useless to keep them?"

The Gun God shrugged and said, "Anyway, things are yours, and it is your own business if they are broken. It has nothing to do with me."

"Then you agree to help?"

The Gun God stretched out a finger and said, "It's okay to help, but the relationship between us seems to be not good enough to contribute to each other for free, right?"

"What conditions?" Gun God is not a fuel-efficient guy. Besides, we have only ordinary cooperative relationships, not friends or allies, but only acquaintances, so I don't plan to let him do a vain job. The key is whether his asking price is reasonable.

"I'll help you once, you help me once." said the Gun God.

"It sounds fair, but what do you want me to do specifically? Pour your glass of water to help you, and help you destroy a country. You help me find the lonely gods, and then create an opportunity to do it quietly, and help me erase the traces afterwards. Although this is not small, I can't agree to whatever you ask, right?"

The Gun God immediately said, "Of course I won't be so shameless. My request is actually very simple." The Gun God said, and directly reached out and handed me a piece of paper.

I took the paper in confusion and opened it and looked at it. I found that what was written on it was a contract, which was a bet between the Gun God and a guy named Queen of Spades. The two of them needed to find three people to serve as their own personnel and duel with the three people sent by the other party in a place called the Barbaric Arena. The final winner can make a request to the loser, and the other party must accept it.

"It seems that this is not a system protocol, right?" I asked with the piece of paper.

The Gun God pulled the paper back and said, "You don't need your attention to the other party's credibility issue. Just help me win this duel. Regardless of whether the other party abides by the agreement afterwards, it has nothing to do with you."

"Is there any saying about this barbaric arena? It doesn't seem like a very ordinary place to hear the name."

"Of course." said the Gun God: "The reason why the Barbarian Arena is called the Barbarian Arena is that its punishment is very serious. Those who die here will lose one tenth of their level."

"Damn, then if I lose, wouldn't I be deducted more than 200 levels directly?" I shouted in surprise.

The Gun God shouted in a louder voice than me: "What? You are more than two thousand?"

"I don't need to notify you of how many levels I have? Let me first talk about what's going on with your damn arena rules? It's too expensive to drop two hundred levels at a time, right?"

"Do you think you will lose?" The Gun God did not argue with me, but directly hit the nail on the head.

I naturally couldn't continue after he said this. That's right. Who are we? The world's combat power list is the number one in the arena. I really don't have to worry about the punishment of failure. Anyway, I won't be the one who fails. What's the price for me?

Seeing that I didn't answer for a long time, the Gun God continued: "Anyway, you won't lose, and the price is meaningless to you. In addition, it is not completely unhealthy after you win. If you win in a battle, you can get half of the loss of experience value of the loser. That is to say, if the opponent is level 1,000, you will get half of the total experience value required by a player from level 900 to level 1,000. Although these experience values ​​will definitely not be able to upgrade you to level 50, but there will always be level 3 or 5? Besides, the opponent's combat personnel will definitely not be only level 1,000, and the higher his level, the more benefits you will have."

Although the Gun God said it well, I am not stupid at all. Those who believe that pies will fall from the sky will eventually fall into traps. I don’t believe that pies will fall from the sky, so I usually avoid traps on the ground.

"If things are so simple, why don't you go on the market? Even if there are changes in the combat power list now, you are still third in the world combat power list, right? As long as Jincoin and I don't help each other fight, you won't be sure to win? If you don't do such a good thing, you don't take advantage of me? Are you asking me for compensation or give me benefits?"

"Of course I'm asking you for a reward, so things are not exactly as simple as I said. But the reason why I didn't participate is not because there are traps, but because I cannot participate in the war as agreed. So..."

"I don't care why you don't participate in the battle. I just want to know the full benefits and threats of this game. Don't lie to me, otherwise our agreement may be invalidated at any time."

The Gun God said helplessly: "Okay, okay, I'll tell you all. I didn't lie to you about the benefits I mentioned before, but this duel uses the real world model."

"What is the real world model?"

"Even things in the game are useless. During the game, the participants can only wear tight sportswear. You can wear the equipment in the game, but all the attributes will not take effect, and it will still be considered a burden, which will seriously affect your combat effectiveness. In addition, in this real-world mode, your attribute points in the game will be invalidated, and the participants will use personal physical data in reality. In other words, this game is actually like fighting in reality. You rely on your physical fitness and fighting skills in reality. The only difference is that after the competition is over, all the damage you have on your body can be automatically restored without leaving with a single injury."

"All the attributes in the game cannot be used?" I confirmed.

The Gun God nodded and said, "Yes, it's not possible."

"Okay, I'll accept this agreement." Without the use of game attributes, other experts may turn him from a master to a mediocre player, but for me it will only turn me into a superman. Because my physical fitness in the game is not only not strong at all, but may also be a little weaker. In addition to the inability of my body to use those complex skills outside the game, I can say that I have won the game completely better than myself. Moreover, when my opponent and I restore to the physical fitness data of the external body together, my strength has increased, but the opponent has declined. If I can still lose, it would be unreasonable.

Hearing my agreement, the Gun God immediately called out the system agreement and signed an agreement to exchange help with me. After I confirmed my acceptance, he shook hands with me with a smile and suddenly asked, "I forgot to ask before, are you afraid of pain?"

"Um?"

Until more than ten minutes later, I was cursing the guy who was shameless. He didn't tell me that this game was specifically used for gambling, so in order to stimulate those who like violence, the game was in a tenfold bloody mode. Not only would it fly across the battle, but the pain was also six times the normal value. If you were stabbed by a needle in this arena, it would feel like you were stabbed into a steel bar into your body in reality. A person with poor willpower might just be cut out and fainted from the pain.

"Okay, OK, you have signed the agreement, so don't scold me. At worst, I'll work harder to find a better goal for you."

I was satisfied with the words "Gun God". In fact, the reason I kept complaining was to make him do things seriously for me, rather than I was really afraid of pain. Pain was just a signal transmitted to the brain through the nervous system after the body was injured. As a product of the artificial god project developed with human-shaped weapons, my electronic brain can completely block the pain signal. In other words, if I don't want to feel pain, I can't feel it at all. As for the scene of flesh and blood flying, I don't care about that thing. I have seen more disgusting things in the biological laboratory at the Longyuan Main Base.

Maybe my complaint really worked. After that, the Gun God really sent a group of subordinates to help me find information about the lonely gods, but he really found it.

"Come and have a look. My people have found three suitable targets in total." The Gun God handed me a document and said, "In an hour, six Liberal Gods will arrive in this place called Monk County to deal with a member of the race who was sentenced to escape. The advantage of attacking them is that they can help the guy who was sentenced to escape. The disadvantage is that there are too many opponents, and if a problem is run away, it will be there."

"Where are the other two?" I asked while flipping through the information. The information on my hands was very thick and there was too much content, so I couldn't finish it for a while.

The Gun God continued: "There is another god clan. Although it is easy to attack, I am afraid that you will not be able to divide it if you want to test two mobile angels."

I nodded and said, "What kind of goal is that last?"

"The last one is a total of four free gods. They entered an underground cave one hour ago and have not come out yet. The advantage of attacking them is that they have a moderate number of people, and it is unlikely to run away by blocking them in the cave. In addition, it will be more convenient to eliminate evidence or something."

"But what?" The Gun God didn't directly choose so many targets with advantages. Instead, it only means that there must be something difficult to deal with in this target, otherwise he would have told me to go here directly.

The Gun God said with a very clever expression: "But these four gods are freedom warriors."

"What is a freedom fighter?"

"Literally, it means combatants who defend freedom, and of course they are definitely not like this. The freedom warriors of the Liberty Gods are actually equivalent to real state agents, and they specifically eliminate some enemy invaders within their sphere of influence or types that rebel and do not accept rule. In addition, infiltration and invasion of other forces is also one of their main tasks."

"Damn, isn't this the Gods' version of the Cia?"

The Gun God nodded and said, "So, to them, ordinary gods are like civilians, and they are agents. Think about the gap between the two and you will know why I didn't choose this target directly."

"No, let's choose this goal." I decided without thinking.

"Are you crazy?"

"No, I'm not crazy." I said seriously: "I just want to test the combat power of this super mobile angel. The stronger the opponent, the more useful the data I get. Besides, what if they are strong? They are just four gods. I'm with my magic pet, so it should be fine to hold three of them? Do you think you can't handle one of my two mobile angels by yourself?"

"Okay, anyway, you are the one who causes trouble. I am only responsible for hiding away from home and setting up a cold gun. If any guy runs away, don't blame me for not helping me afterwards."

I smiled and said, "Don't forget, I'm not an American, and the Liberty Gods can't control me. My power is basically in China, and there is only one city here. At worst, I don't want the city. Can the Liberty Gods still chase China? Our heaven is known as the world's largest gods. Do you think the Liberty Gods will have a good result when they meet them?"

"I said, it's your own fault, it has nothing to do with me. Don't just say I didn't remind you anyway."

"Okay, okay, I promise I won't blame you, right?"

The Gun God nodded and said, "Come with me. Those people have been in for more than an hour. If we leave before we arrive, you will have no chance even if you want to find trouble with the Liberal God."

After confirming the target, I took two mobile angels to the cave in the information with the Gun God. Because the Gun God did not have a faster flying mount, he drove a foreigner today and rode directly on the ghost and was taken to the destination by us. Of course, if there were any choices, the Gun God would definitely rather walk over. After all, the ghost is not a comfortable means of transportation. I won’t mention the acceleration of life. Just the cold and airflow at high altitudes can make people collapse.

"Are you really sure it's here?" I asked uncertainly at the dark cave in front of me. It's not that I suspected that the Holy Spear Alliance was in the US intelligence network, but the hole in front of me didn't look like a human being able to get into it. Is his grandfather's clearly a rabbit's nest?

"It should be right here!" The Gun God's tone was obviously extremely uncertain. He had only received information from his subordinates before. It was the first time he saw this hole, so he was not sure why the hole entrance was so small that it could only let the rabbit crawl through it.

"Do you want to call the person who conveyed the information to ask?" Seeing that the Gun God looked like he was not sure, I could only suggest that he ask someone to ask.

The Gun God nodded and was about to agree with my suggestion, but suddenly the hole in front of him shook and then slowly rose up. After the soil layer under the ground was pushed up by a layer of more than a foot thick, a rock with obvious artificial traces appeared under the soil layer. As the ground continued to rise, we finally discovered that it was a stone gate.
Chapter completed!