A Full-level Commander Who Joins the Chat Group

The nine-tailed fox girl was stunned for a moment, and her tail flicked slightly: "Excuse me... is there any problem?"

"Yakumo Zi... I think it was the 'passing 17-year-old girl' who came..." Ainz Ooal scratched his head.

"Well, that's indeed Yakumo Zi-sama's title in the group... Is there a problem?"

"No, it's nothing, I just think...well...you are much more reliable than her..."

Yakumo Lan coughed a few times: "That...Zi-sama, she...in some respects is indeed more...um..."

"Lazy." Jiang Cheng took the conversation, and looked at Yakumo Lan with a smile: "I have a lot of contact with her, so I am quite familiar with her. I often hear her mention you..."

"Are you Mr. Jiang Cheng?"

"Well, I'm Jiangcheng, the 'Mengxin' in the group, just call me Jiangcheng."

"Yeah." Yakumo Lan nodded: "I often hear Zi-sama mention you...and thank you for the fried tofu last time..."

So Yakumo Lan's self-introduction was over, and then, with Jiang Cheng's encouragement, Natsumi also stood up and introduced herself.

"I...my name...Natsu...Natsumiko..." Natsumeko paused: "Yes...it's the demon clan..."

Mozu...

Hearing Natsumi's self-introduction, Nephalem squeezed her chin.

It seems to be a bit different from the demons I know... so the demons in another world look like this...

After Xia Meizi introduced herself, everyone turned their attention to the last person present—this time it was really a human.

The man who was wearing a white coat outside and a black uniform inside was stunned for a moment, then he unloaded the backpack on his back and opened it in front of everyone: "I am 'Director' and my name is X... Forget it, you still Call me supervisor, this is the equipment I brought out from the company..."

As he spoke, he began to take things out of the backpack: "This is repentance, the attack comes with mental damage, this is remorse, it hurts to hit someone, this is..."

The supervisor took out more than a dozen pieces of EGO from the backpack one after another, basically all of them were Z-level and T-level equipment, with only a few pieces of HE-level equipment mixed in, and none of W-level and A-level equipment—because these two He doesn't have a few pieces in total for this level.

W-level currently has three piercing bliss in his hand and the magic bullet shooter he gave to Baiyin Yuhang before. A-level only has a set of Paradise Lost. Couldn't find the equipment...

And there is not even an A-level EGO, how to get the Lost Paradise set...that is another story.

He doesn't show Paradise Lost now, and Paradise Lost is not in this bag...

But no matter what, he fulfilled the promise he made before he came here, and brought the equipment here, and even brought a few pieces of HE-level equipment here, and he didn't lie when he introduced himself...

But he wasn't the only one who was hiding something, everyone was basically like this, Shansi didn't mention his judgmental eyes, Natsumi was a little flustered and forgot to mention her ability, let alone Anzi Urgon, as for Jiangcheng...

Cough, say something else, say something else.

In short, everyone finished introducing each other like this, and after a brief introduction, they began to group. After all, the attacking team and the guarding team were responsible for different aspects, and the tasks were also different. Solal's task rewards were almost tens of thousands of points. ..Although doubling the points won't be of much use to them.

After grouping into groups, Solal talked to the guards for a while about what they were responsible for—actually not much, that is, to regularly clean up the living corpses and wandering monsters around the fire-passing sacrificial field, and protect the people inside. human safety.

But it's not so much protection, it's better to say that they came here to mix points, because according to Jiangcheng's observation, those people in the Chuanhuo sacrificial ground... well... they're not that weak anyway.

'Witch' Carula, 'Conjurer' Kemikus', 'Blacksmith' Andre, 'Businessman' Patch...

Although these four people are not as strong as Solal, it is still no problem to throw them into the primary civilization as a BOSS.

In addition to these four that are relatively capable of fighting, there are also some that are not very capable of fighting, and they seem to be the objects to be protected in this mission, such as an old woman who is eating something she doesn't know, sitting on a high chair and painting with black paint. little girl drawing...

Well, these six people are the only ones in Chuanhuo Sacrifice.

"It seems a bit deserted..." Ainz Ooal Gon sighed.

Solal's eyes flickered a few times, and he shook his head.

Forget it.

"Let's go."

"Ah."

The attacking team left.

Jiang Cheng squeezed his chin, looked around the empty fire-spreading sacrificial field, glanced at the throne with ashes remaining, looked at the empty and deserted surroundings, and recalled the chat between him and Solal in a previous mission.

"Hockwood always sat down on the steps and said some dejected words. After rekindling hope and fighting spirit, he died in the Faran Fortress..."

"After Obek taught his disciples everything, in order to gain more knowledge and help his disciples, he went to the big library, and finally died in it..."

"The thief with no name has always wanted to help his benefactor who rescued him. He almost died in the cold valley without a long memory, and finally died in the city of Lothric..."

"Anri and Horace...Saint and Ego...Cirius...Rudus...Even the Fireproof Lady..."

"The Fire Passing Sacrificial Field used to be a very lively place, but in the end..."

Solar didn't go on.

The memories of Jiangcheng are here. Looking around this empty and dilapidated building again, it seems that we can still see some of the bustle of the past.

Then he turned his eyes to the sky outside, looked at the decayed and gray sky, looked at the living corpses wandering under the gray sky, once again confirmed his previous thoughts.

This is a slowly dying world where all hope is dying.

Um?Wait a moment.

Jiang Cheng squeezed his chin.

Did he forget something?