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Chapter 109 Give Them a Little Shock from the Religion

The vegetation here is sparse and the color is yellowish.

The fine sand rolled by the wind jumps on the sharp leaves of low shrubs.

On the game map, this is already the boundary of the distortion zone and the corruption zone.

The explorers kept walking forward with their hands raised, pointed at by guns.

"Master, listen to me," he kept smiling, "I've held up my hand for so long, it's really sore. Master, you must be the same, right? Why don't you put down your gun. Don't worry, we're almost at the rest stop, I won't run."

The smoker lowered his gun and moved his stiff shoulders.

At this moment, the prosthetic body of the explorer's leg suddenly activated, jumped six or seven meters, jumped onto a nearby hill, and then ran away.

He was able to join the Expeditionary Team because of a real competition for the job, and he couldn't do it without some unique skills.

"My grandson, who pretended to be so long in the hands of those cyber lunatics, finally let me find a chance!"

The explorers run fast, and the prosthetic body in the legs consumes energy at a very high speed.

As long as he pulls out enough distance, he is confident that he will be able to hide from the pursuit of cyber madmen.

The yelling of members of the divine religion came from behind, and the corners of the explorers' mouths couldn't help grinning.

At this rate, it was doomed for him to escape.

The hills passed, the slopes passed, and there was more and more sand ahead.

"Goo-quack-"

Hearing this voice, the exploration team trembled.

On the left, a huge mutant frog opened its mouth towards him.

The purple-black tongue rolled up the waist of the explorer with incomparable precision, and rolled him to his mouth amidst his screams.

The explorers were unable to move.

Looking at the bloody mouth, he could only close his eyes.

Mutant frogs, as tricky low-level monsters, were one of the culprits that caused heavy losses to the Giant Spirit City exploration team.

They have rough skin and thick flesh, and good recovery ability, but these only make the exploration team a little troublesome; the most dangerous thing is that an adult mutant frog can sweep away an unsuspecting human from a limit distance of 100 meters .

If there is no rescue within 20 seconds, it is basically possible to determine the death of that unlucky guy.

"Run away!" Panting, the smoker chased after him, "You ran away! Why didn't you run away?"

The explorers opened their eyes suspiciously.

He saw a lot of lunatics from the divine religion, running here without any scruples, completely ignoring that there was an extremely dangerous monster here.

The smoker smiled and said to the mutant frog: "Thank you this time, Brother Frog. You have helped us a lot along the way."

"Cuckoo."

Under the desperate eyes of the explorers, dozens of huge mutant frogs arrived one after another.

"You," he shouted hysterically, "how can you cooperate with monsters? It's impossible! Humans, mutants, and monsters will never cooperate! You, you are all monsters!"

The smoker wiped the mutant frog and wiped it on the distorted faces of the explorers: "Benefactor, everything is possible. This is the grace of our God, the Flying Potato God!"

He turned his head and saw the bright IDs on the heads of the mutant frogs:

[Mutated frog (friendly unit)]

The three views of the explorers are about to collapse.

Could it be that there really is a God?
Since he was a child, he has never heard of a way to tame mutants, let alone monsters.

When he was a child, he watched one of his playmates being bitten bloody by a pre-corrupted pet cat.

That long-eared cat has always been very docile.

It wasn't until he ate a corrupted mouse that his personality became worse and worse, and his aggressiveness became stronger and stronger.

Finally one day, it was frightened by its corruption, which became more and more serious, and frantically attacked the little master.

When the mobile team arrived, they only found a bloody corpse, and he fainted from crying.

"Long live the Flying Potato Sect!"

The smoker clasped his hands together: "Benefactor, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turn your head and be right!"

The exploration team was put down by the mutant frog's tongue, and stared blankly at the sky.

He was so shocked that his mind went blank.

A player said in the smoker's ear: "Anchor, I think he has been played badly by us. If we replace it with the words in the picture circle, it will be 'his eyes have lost their highlights'. The next step is the plot of the Eighteen Bans."

"Hey, how's your development, let me—" before the other player finished speaking, the smoker blocked his mouth with his hand.

He lowered his head and looked at the exploration team members lying flat: "You have led the way for so long, but you still haven't found the direction. Tell me, where is the rest stop of the exploration team?"

The explorers opened their mouths and jumped out word by word: "It's right in front. I wanted to escape and find reinforcements."

"That's more or less."

Smokey took out a leaflet with a picture of the Flying Potato God from his game backpack, and put it on the faces of the explorers: "A small reward for you."

The players ran forward together with the accompanying mutant frogs.

The breeze has a gritty bitterness and a hint of wetness.

The exploration team reached out and picked up the promotional paper on their faces.

No one has ever been able to cooperate with monsters.there has never been.

Under the sunlight, the Flying Potato God whom he usually joked about seemed to exude infinite power.

Every line of the rough wings seems to contain philosophy; the not-so-round potato body seems to carry infinite wisdom.

"Flying Sky, Flying Potato God, long live."

He spoke softly.

……

"Anchor, your drawing ability can't be any worse. You can't even draw an ellipse round."

The player snatched the pen from Smoker's hand, and drew the image of the Flying Potato God on the blank paper.

"Speaking of which, why is the material of this paper so bad, like toilet paper?"

The players looked disgusted.

"It's very simple," said the smoker, "Brother Zhu Jun said he wanted to reproduce the papermaking technique, so he bought some paper produced in Giant Spirit City, and then added some random things into it."

"So what's the point of making paper?"

"Maybe," the smoker thought for a while, "is it fun?"

There was a din ahead.

Other players have found out!

The smoker put away the newly drawn promotional paper and threw it into the game backpack.

There is a mess near the rest stop, with mosaics everywhere.

However, the players showed happy smiles.

When the two forces are fighting, the best way is to let them almost die, and then the players scream and kill the survivors.

In this way, players can prostitute a bunch of supplies for nothing.

Right now, the opportunity to pack things in a sack without even firing a single shot is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!
"My backpack is full! Quick, put these on my back! It's heavy!"

"You don't usually level up well, but now the strength attribute is not enough, and the load is not enough, right? Silly bird."

The players are noisy and fighting for the first place.

In the corner, a group of people with sad faces came out.

They looked at the strangers who pulled hard on the corpse and stripped the corpse clean, the corners of the drooping mouth gradually disappeared, and the eyes widened.

"You! What are you doing!"

The players raised their heads, glanced at the visitor, and continued to work hard to collect supplies.

"Who are you? You guys, you guys—"

"You want this?"

A player grabbed a piece of mosaic and stuffed it into the arms of the team leader: "This one is the biggest, I'll give it to you."

The exploration team leading the team lowered their heads and looked at this thing.

A human head with a ferocious face and exploding prosthetic eyes.

He closed his eyes, his mind was in turmoil.

Why do these people have no sense of fear at all?Why are they so excited on such a terrifying battlefield?

The players who had roughly cleaned up the ground raised their heads one after another, and looked at the explorers who were stunned by the side like logs.

The exploration team had never seen this kind of look.

It was as if they were looking not at a living person, but at a lifeless stone.

That kind of disdain is arrogance from the bottom of his heart.

A player came up, looked in front of the leading explorer, and stretched out his hand without saying a word.

In his frightened eyes, the player took an old-fashioned lighter from his trouser pocket in front of him.

Joy was evident on this player's face.

The exploration team members who led the team only felt a bone-chilling chill.

"Cyber ​​lunatics! A lot of cyber lunatics!"

They ran away desperately.

(End of this chapter)