Become a legend in the interstellar

Chapter 167 The Showdown of the Wind
【Why am I so successful?Just because I see Coral City at four in the morning every day! 】

Four Seasons Rice was blowing the heat of the coffee, quietly watching the popularity of the post rise little by little.

His forum account has been followed by the administrator, and every time he posts, he can get extra traffic, so he quickly attracted the attention of many people.

Players from both camps started arguing again under his post.

Due to the extremely generous rewards of this mission, there are more players standing on the side of Four Seasons Rice, and it is no longer the situation where they were scolded one-sidedly.

Four Seasons Rice is very aware of the importance of this mission, so he emphasized below the post: "This afternoon, I had a great conversation with many NPCs of the mercenary organization at the banquet. With their assistance, this mission is foolproof...

"At the same time, players from other cities are welcome to join Coral City. Now Coral City's resources are not yet saturated..."

After uttering these words, Sijidao was in a good mood.

The reason why he has come this far is not only because of the fact that he betrayed the Scimitar Organization, but also because of his use of the information gap between the two worlds.

Now he has gathered more than 1000 players under his command, and he can be called a local tyrant.

It only needs to give each person [-] per month, which is quite small in the eyes of Coral City. It is less than one-tenth of the training of regular soldiers, but it can get a group of alternative mercenaries who can die repeatedly.

But in the eyes of many players, the monthly subsidy is a huge sum of money, which satisfies their happiness in the game.

Sijidao doesn't accept people at will. He has more than ten years of game experience, and he will consciously screen out the trumpet of the money-making studio to prevent people from being swiped by card bugs.

At the same time, as more and more players joined, he also began to gradually cut down those who had not been online for a long time and had low levels.

"There are less than 500 people in Beechburg, what are you fighting against me?"

Four Seasons Rice arranged a dark line in the Beechburg team, and knew every move of Li Defu and the others.

Once the war begins, the two sides are one thousand to five hundred.

Over time, as long as he remains in this position, his advantage will gradually expand.

Sijidao finished drinking coffee, closed the forum, and went back to the VR room to go online.

At four o'clock in the morning, the Coral City was quiet.

He sat in Wu Zhonggui's seat, looked out the window at the dimly lit empty square, and felt a sense of satisfaction from power in his heart.

Looking up at the starry sky is such a perfect game that it was custom-made for someone like him.

In reality, he wouldn't have any intersection with a local tyrant like Master Lu at all.

But in the game, he can even be one level higher than the opponent.

"It's a pity that idiot Qi Lang insisted on lowering the height of the office, and now he can't see the night view of the whole city."

Sijidao sighed that he used to envy the location of Zhao Si's office, and he thought about the situation in which he worked in it countless times.

Now that he finally came in, the office was down to the first floor.

I can't stand in front of the window and experience the feeling of being aloof and lonely.

"Evil Bubbles, you must have rested." Sijidao's eyes were gloomy, "While you were sleeping, I was working. That's the difference between us."

He muttered to himself to the reflection in the glass window, as if Su Xia was standing outside the window.

……

Of course Su Xia would not have thought that it was so late that there was still a man thinking of him.

He was around the mercenary town, chasing the mercenaries who escaped one by one.

Pieces of metal gathered in front of him, turning into a cold mask.

After some mercenaries were caught up, they fell to their knees, weeping in pain, crying: "Please let me go, I don't want to do this, they forced me to kill, if I don't kill, I will. Killed, I have no other choice..."

"Have you all been trained in advance for these rhetoric?"

Su Xia's face was expressionless, and with a wave of his hand, he took away a group of people's heads.

These mercenaries' pleas for mercy are all the same.

They were basically persecuted, sold, controlled by drugs, and so on. They burst into tears, crying about their tragic life, as if there was no more tragic person in the world.

But what they didn't know was that Su Xia could see through their panel information and see their character descriptions.

At the end of the character descriptions of many mercenaries, the system will add a sentence:
[Scumbag, it's time to kill! 】

Among them, more than 60% were criminals before the war.

Su Xia killed so many people, only to see that two people were really forced to be helpless, and they were determined to take the right path, but they were always controlled by the threat of the organization.

He temporarily let them go and let them return to the mercenary town to open the prisons where the slaves were being held.

It didn't take long for the mercenaries who escaped slowly to be almost killed by Su Xia.

He did not stop, and continued to rush to further areas.

……

Under a mountain close to the mercenary town, is the station of the "Tyrannosaurus" mercenary organization.

This organization only has more than 100 fighters, and there are many people in the station who are responsible for other tasks, and it seems that the prototype of a long-term gathering place has already taken shape.

There are also a large number of civilians arrested in the station.

The leader of this organization made his subordinates and commoners call him "Dragon King", enjoying the happiness of being a local emperor in this remote wilderness.

But tonight, the Dragon King couldn't be happy anymore.

He was one of the dozen or so leaders who had previously been in the trading area in the center of the town.

After the masked monster started, he began to run for his life frantically when he saw that the situation was not good. His own psionic talent was extremely precious, and he was very suitable for escape.

"See Dragon King!"

After seeing the Dragon King, more than a dozen mercenaries in front of the station knelt down, and their movements were uniform.

The man in the middle said: "Dragon King, according to your order, we have released those slaves, and let the brothers all mix in the slaves and escape!"

"Okay, well done!"

The Dragon King sent a message to the station on the way to escape, which was the best way he could think of in a short time.

There are more than 1000 civilians in his garrison.

On weekdays, in order to prevent these civilians from rioting in series, the Dragon King divided them into more than ten small teams and arranged for forced labor in different areas of the station, so most of them did not know each other.

At the critical moment, they are mixed together, and then let the subordinates also change into civilian clothes and escape together.

As long as you dress up unkempt, it is difficult to be recognized in the darkness and chaos.

The Dragon King glanced at the desolate station, and said to these men, "Let's go too, while you still have time, run as far as you can, and see me at the meeting place in half a month!"

The subordinate said: "Dragon King, we want to follow you."

"Stop talking nonsense at this time, I know what you're thinking."

When disaster is imminent, they will fly separately. This sentence is most suitable for mercenaries.

The Dragon King immediately put on a tattered civilian clothes, and for the sake of authenticity, he didn't even have a penny on him.

The same is true of his dozen of his subordinates.

But they had just finished changing their clothes when a cold light came from the distance under the night.

"what?"

Before one of them could react, his head and neck were separated as soon as his eyes darkened.

The warm blood splashed on the rest of the people, and they were all shocked with horror on their faces.

"Come on, the Masked Monster is here!"

These mercenaries dispersed in an instant, fleeing in all directions with fear and a glimmer of hope.

As long as there is hope if you run fast enough, the Masked Man will kill the slow ones first.

But they ended up thinking too much.

After more than ten seconds, no matter how fast or slow, they all give their heads.

"Crack...crack..."

More than a dozen heads fell one after another, and the strong smell of blood spread in the wind.

Only the Dragon King was left running away.

That swipe of sword light was like a god of death chasing his soul, making his scalp numb, but he still shouted: "Mask geek, you can't kill me!"

His psionic talent is called "The Call of the Wind" and can be used three times per day.

This is his last confidence.

Su Xia also saw this talent from this guy's personal panel.

But he couldn't see the specific description of this talent, only the name, it felt a bit similar to his second talent "Will of the Wind".

"Masquerade, we will have a period in the future!" The Dragon King shouted, "Next time we meet, I will cut off your head with my own hands!"

As soon as the voice fell, he immediately disappeared.

It seemed to have turned into a wisp of breeze and disappeared without a trace.

The Bone Sword shuttled back and forth several times in the area where he disappeared, but to no avail.

"Is that so?"

Su Xia took back the long sword without changing her face, silently sensing the surrounding situation.

After a few seconds, he directly activated the second talent.

Will of the Wind!

The skill lights up, and his body also disappears.

From an outsider's point of view, neither of them seemed to have ever existed, and neither could be seen or touched in basic physical form.

But after Su Xia turned into the wind, she saw the dragon king who also turned into the wind.

The Dragon King was thankful that he had tried hundreds of life-saving tricks, and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Damn mask freak, one day I will let you..."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly heard a voice behind him.

When the Dragon King looked back, his entire body was shaken, and his face instantly turned pale.

Mask geek!

How could he have this skill?
The Dragon King panicked in an instant. Could it be that the masked monster has the ability to chase and kill endlessly?

However, Su Xia did not do it directly, but was seriously thinking about the specific role of the talent "Will of Wind".

"It doesn't look like a gust of wind, it's more like entering a special space, independent of the existing space, so I can't be physically attacked, but as long as I enter this space, I can see and touch the rest. creatures of space."

It's a strange feeling.

It's like a creature in a painting, walking out of the painting.

The other creatures in the painting can't see him, they can only see the world in the painting, but not the world outside the painting, and all kinds of attack methods are meaningless.

But standing outside the painting, you can see the situation in the painting.

Just as Su Xia was thinking about it, the Dragon King fleeing ahead suddenly fell out of this space.

"boom!"

He fell to the ground and rolled around in embarrassment.

From start to finish, it only lasted 22 seconds.

However, Su Xia's talent can last for 30 seconds, which is obviously stronger.

(End of this chapter)