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Chapter 471, This is not a game

Chapter 471, This is not a game.

Leisure time flies by.

Yes.

Even if Xiao Yang had killed a demigod Flame Demon in the Star Fortress.

He still considers this incident as a minor disturbance in his leisure time.

The main problem is that this demigod fire demon is indeed not considered powerful.

"There's no sense of participation."

It can only be considered a small dish.

But it's not a big problem.

Fortunately, the main course arrived quickly.

The day after they beat up the demigod Balrog, the evil gods could no longer hold back.

"The coalition of evil gods has arrived."

To be more precise.

The description of "alliance of evil gods" is not accurate.

The four factions currently waging war against the City of Hope.

"God of War, Devourer of Greed, Court of Bones, Cave of Ghosts."

Only the God of War and the God of Greed are truly evil gods.

Behind the Bone Royal Court lies a divine abomination that crawled out of the corpse of a god, while the Ghost Cave is an even more powerful force of demonic players that has infiltrated the Rotten Lands.

The differences between the four sides are roughly the same.

The god of war will come even more powerfully.

However, the Greedy Stomach, the Bone Royal Court, and the Ghost Cave are also forces that are guaranteed to have god-level combat power.

The crimson shadow of war, the bloated, greedy zombies, the undead scourge pouring out from the dark rifts, and finally, the demonic players who drive all sorts of things, their faces etched with greed, onto the battlefield.

This war has already begun.

When Xiao Yang was dispatched and did not show up in the Rotten Land.

A land of decay, a city of hope.

"This land has just begun to show signs of recovery."

One after another, the Salvation Army and the mercenaries of the homeless rushed to the front lines.

“Developing every inch of land is not easy.”

New pioneering cities were being built one after another.

In the semi-permanent trenches and fortresses, he gripped his magic rifle tightly, biting his lip in fear.

Monsters are constantly surging in.

The angry roar of his comrades beside him.

The Salvation Army, which had only recently been established, became extremely disorganized after its first expansion.

"Survivors, mercenaries, fallen nobles, aspiring farmers, young travelers, players of the receding tide of the game."

They were rushed to the front lines without any time to get to know each other better, and then they had to fight these monsters.

………….

In an unnamed trench, a figure tightly gripping a magic-powered rifle huddled in the trench.

"Where there are courageous people, there are also those who cannot suppress their fear."

Outside the trench, the monster's roar grew closer and louder, and not far away, a ferocious-looking creature suddenly collapsed.

The tall figure spotted the trembling figure.

He grabbed his collar, his bloodshot eyes glaring at the coward in front of him.

Why didn't you shoot?!

The angry questioning only enraged the coward.

Why did you shoot?!

"We're dead!"

"Don't you understand yet!"

"We're dead!"

He glared menacingly at the tall figure before him and shouted at him.

It crashed heavily to the ground.

"Get out of my way!"

The tall figure didn't want to get entangled with the guy in front of him anymore, so he picked up his magic-powered rifle and headed to the firing port not far away.

Overwhelmed by raw, undeniable pain, tears welled in the coward's eyes as he hysterically roared at the towering figure before him.

"What are you pretending to be, some kind of brave warrior!"

We will die because of you!

"No! I won't die!"

"But the others!"

"It's all because of that piece of crap you chose to deploy him on the front lines!"

"it is all your fault!"

The hysterical roar failed to move the tall figure in the distance in the slightest.

The war continued.

That coward is right.

They are definitely doomed.

There was simply no one who could save them from the overwhelming horde of enemies swarming towards them.

The voices on the front lines grew increasingly faint.

Even huddled in a corner of the trench, there was no escape.

Greenish saliva dripped onto the ground, producing an extremely unpleasant hissing sound.

A huge, gaping mass of flesh appeared before them.

He's about to be eaten.

foreseeable.

This won't be a particularly good experience.

An unparalleled fear arose.

But at that moment, an unexpected figure appeared in front of them.

That tall guy.

The leader of the Salvation Army squad was deployed at this front-line position.

One hand was nowhere to be seen.

There was no change in his expression.

There was only anger, unparalleled anger.

He brandished his standard-issue longsword and barged in arrogantly. He didn't even glance at the coward in front of him, but instead fought fiercely with the fleshy blobs in front of him.

Until it can no longer be sustained.

Panting heavily, he knelt on the ground, his body riddled with bare bones, the flesh of which had been devoured by the monsters.

Besides the lost arm, the most serious injury so far is the missing half of the skin and flesh on his face.

In such a situation, the outcome was already predetermined.

At the last moment.

He suddenly became agitated, and this agitation intensely fueled his already dwindling life force.

Shouting loudly.

"A great hero!" With the next slash, fierce and heavy, he cleaved the monsters that had surrounded him.

But soon after, he ran out of strength and was overwhelmed by the monsters.

All of this was witnessed by the cowardly person protecting him from behind.

His expression was one of confusion.

Shortly after, in the real world, a guy clutched his head and suddenly screamed in agony.

He rolled around on the ground frantically.

Being eaten alive is not a good experience.

But for some reason, this time, the most profound impression "Game Over" left on him was not the unparalleled pain.

Instead, it was a tall figure wielding a weapon.

"Don't worry, I definitely won't be the last one to die!"

This sentence flashed vaguely through my mind.

I struggled to my feet, enduring a severe headache, and opened the terminal to the familiar forum.

He asked this question urgently.

Is "The Game of Ebb and Flow" really a game?

I received a reply very quickly.

"Haha, are there still people who can't tell the difference between real and fake gamers even now!"

"Who knows, we might just be NPCs in someone else's game!"

Regarding this problem that hasn't appeared for a long time.

In the comments section, players started to create their own funny moments.

These words only made the guy more confused.

He really wants to ask why.

Shortly after, almost immediately, I logged back into the game despite having a headache.

Two options appear.

[Resurrect on the spot]

[Respawn at a fixed respawn point]

Given the recent battle, choosing to respawn at a fixed point far from the front lines seems to be a wise choice.

But don't know why.

This guy, however, was very unwise to stare intently at the words "resurrect on the spot".

Not long after, a slender figure reappeared in the trench.

"Those monsters have retreated."

It's extremely quiet here now; there's nothing there.

There were no corpses, and even the blood-stained soil had been eaten by the monsters.

He was arguably the only survivor on the outpost.

Soon after, the main force of the Salvation Army returned here.

The advance team found him, the sole survivor.

A choice was presented to him.

If everything that has happened makes it difficult for you to hold your weapon, then even for your own life, please step back.

"Retire on the spot with a subsidy, or choose to stay and continue to participate in this long war."

Previously, he shouldn't have hesitated at all about this issue, since he joined the Salvation Army solely for the magic-powered rifle they were issued.

The retirement allowance was enough for him to buy a complete set of top-tier gear from his early days as a newbie.

But now, I'm inexplicably hesitant.

What just happened shocked him.

For some inexplicable reason, he chose to stay.

Players aren't truly invincible.

But he still chose to stay.

"You still have two lives."

He murmured like that.

The Salvation Army officer with dark eyes in front of him seemed quite pleased that he had stayed.

We are indeed severely short-staffed right now.

Please sign your name.

"Thank you for your choice, Warrior!"

The name was signed.

This guy is a newbie player who was recently included in the expansion of the game.

One name was preserved.

"Ji Tao".

………….

Fortunately, Xiao Yang was not fighting alone this time.

"Four directions, two evil gods, one divine abomination, and one demonic player who has become a demon."

Even if Xiao Yang had three heads and six arms, he could only beat up three at most at a time. He didn't know what to do with the last one.

Perhaps Xiao Yang's threat was too strong, or perhaps after discovering the Holy Grail that Xiao Yang had been tinkering with, these guys became increasingly angry and finally decided to stop tolerating it and teach Xiao Yang a lesson.

"This may just be a further test."

But it doesn't matter which one it is.

Faced with a combined offensive from four directions, the situation is extremely precarious.

For once, Xiao Yang asked for help.

The God of Radiance has descended.

He was the first person to object to Xiao Yang, and he had a good contest with Xiao Yang, almost coming to blows with him.

But now, it is also the first being to arrive.

In the dazzling light, three pure white wings unfolded, but unfortunately only half of them were present; only one side of the body had wings.

The figure was blurry, but a pair of golden eyes were extremely conspicuous.

They descended upon the city of hope.

Grasp the dazzling golden longsword.

However, Xiao Yang and He still harbored some resentment, and the two avoided eye contact and meeting.