Infinity: Our Zhongzhou team is really amazing!

Chapter 523 The First Cannon Fodder Arrives, Madness Sets in Indiana (14)

Inside an abandoned factory building.

Six men of different skin colors stood in place, while five men and women of different outfits lay on the ground.

“Eleven-player difficulty.” The brown-skinned man at the head of the group relaxed his brows slightly.

"The difficulty level is manageable."

"Main quest: Defeat Godzilla once to return to the Main God Space, reward one A-level side quest, and 12,000 reward points."

"What a generous reward!"

“Defeat, it’s “defeat” instead of “kill”.” Mufat was very puzzled.

"How do we determine whether it's a defeat or a kill?"

If defeating Godzilla once earns you an A...

So if you defeat them twice, do you get two A's?

Upon closer inspection of the God of War wristwatch, his pupils immediately shrank to the size of pinholes.

The East China Sea team will enter seven days later.

The Celestial Team will enter in fourteen days.

Zhongzhou team, will enter in eighteen days.

Mufat screamed, "It's the Central Plains team!"

"How is this possible? How could we possibly encounter this legendary team!"

“And the Celestial Team.” A darker-skinned young man said in a complicated tone.

"Captain, this is bad. In a four-team battle, we are the weakest."

He was carrying a Gauss sniper rifle, clearly a sniper from the Indian team.

“Abriel, I know.”

Mufat took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart.

"This is a test from God for us!"

Standing at the front, the tall, blond middle-aged man turned around: "Which god are you talking about?"

Mufat froze, as if he were being stared at by a ferocious beast.

“Of course it is Allah,” a thin voice hummed softly.

“Mufat, those faithless ones…”

"Don't worry too much."

Mufat quickly turned around and said very respectfully, "Teacher, you're awake."

A gaunt old man in a white robe, his fingers digging deep into the soil, lay a silk-style Quran on the ground in front of him.

"God has closed their hearts and ears, and they have a thief's eye on them. They will suffer severe punishment."

The old man prayed devoutly.

His deep-set eyes resembled two pools of raging flames, and the blood vessels in the whites of his eyes shone red in the morning light, as if they could pierce through the clouds and see the direction of the holy city.

"Alla Huqba—" the last syllable was drawn out.

After finishing his daily prayers, he slowly stood up, supporting himself on his knees. His hunched back gradually straightened, and he turned his head, a slight smile spreading across his lips.

"Mufat, it's been a long time."

"The matter of cultivation is like a dream spanning a thousand years."

Mufat said with even greater respect, “Teacher Khalid, your radiance is even more dazzling, it is hard to look directly at you.”

Ali Khalid.

In reality, he was also the spiritual leader of a foreign religious sect, serving as the imam of one of its extreme factions.

They hold an extremely important position and are considered the successors of the religious and political leaders appointed by God through the Prophet.

Possessing extraordinary divinity and absolute authority, it is the core of believers' faith and following.

Ali Khalid ran his sect so tightly that he lured millions of followers and was one of the most wanted criminals on the United Nations' most wanted list.

At this moment, he serves as a psychic in the Indiana team.

Ali Khalid said devoutly, "The so-called gods and the Central Plains are nothing but lost lambs in the eyes of God."

"God will repay them with their folly and leave them to wander in rebellion."

"O you who believe! Fight against the disbelievers and intimidate them in their vicinity, for Allah is with the righteous!"

His voice seemed to possess a bewitching power.

At this moment, the Tibetan monk standing at the back of the group spoke up.

"There is no need to be too afraid of Zhongzhou. They are just obstacles on our path of cultivation."

“If there are sentient beings who commit all kinds of evil deeds, the ten evils and the five heinous crimes, slander the true Dharma, abandon the roots of goodness, and commit the five heinous crimes.”

“Such a person, after death, will fall into the three evil realms and suffer all kinds of torment.”

"The retribution of karma, the reward of blessings..."

He chanted incantations, easing the anxiety and unease in everyone's hearts.

It was as if a handful of clear spring water had been poured into Mufat's heart, and he bowed in that direction once again.

“Master, you are absolutely right.”

"My Buddha is merciful."

The person with hands clasped together is a Tibetan monk wearing a bright red Tibetan robe, a rooster-comb hat, and deep-set eyes.

He had a dark complexion and a lean build.

But Mufat knew that before entering the main god space, this Losang Gyatso had cultivated the Tantric Mahamudra, a supreme Tantric art, to an extremely profound level.

We have now passed through only three worlds.

Their strength had already reached an unimaginable level.

"Allah is the only true God."

Ali Khalid spoke, his words carrying an undeniable certainty.

That seductive power spread once again.

"heresy!"

A cold rebuke rang out, and the seductive power vanished instantly.

The blond middle-aged man standing at the front turned around.

He was wearing a black priest's robe and a silver cross around his neck.

Anderson Falek, First Executive Bishop of the Thirteenth Section of the Vatican.

“A lackey of the Western Cross!” Ali Khalid’s eyes were brimming with fanaticism.

“I am burdened by karmic retribution.” Losang Gyatso formed the Great Illumination Mudra, and a light of Buddha slowly rose behind him.

Bishop Anderson made the sign of the cross on his chest: "Destroy them!"

With civil war on the verge of breaking out, Mufat gritted his teeth and squeezed in.

"Don't be impulsive, teachers."

"In this cycle of reincarnation, we are the weakest team as determined by the Supreme God."

"We can't afford internal strife at this time!"

We need to unite!

Three sharp eyes were fixed on Mufat, and he felt a lot of pressure.

There's nothing we can do; after all, he's just a puppet captain.

Mufat was born in Datli, but he was studious from a young age and was not limited by the so-called caste. Later, he even went abroad to study.

However, after returning home, he wanted to change India, a country rife with caste discrimination, but he encountered setbacks everywhere. Disheartened, he was chosen by the main god and placed into the reincarnation team. Unfortunately, at that time, the Indian team had just restarted, and the three veterans who had not unlocked their genetic locks became breeders without any instruction.

Mufat, who was powerless to even kill a chicken, became their pig.

Fortunately, three religious extremists joined him in the same horror movie as the Indiana team.

Back then, the Indian team didn't have a captain. The three veterans thought they could easily handle the three of them, but they didn't expect three newcomers to enter the fray, and they were wiped out in that world.

People like Ali Khalid have the ability to sway people in real life.

Anderson is a master of combat and entered the main god realm with a first-tier gene lock.

Lobsang Gyatso was also proficient in the Great Illumination Mudra and possessed physical abilities far exceeding those of ordinary people.

The three of them completed their initial accumulation of wealth in just one world.

In the second world, if the three weren't sworn enemies, with none willing to submit to the other.

There's no way that Mufat, who comes from the Dalit community in India, could be given the captain's position.

Therefore, Mufa especially values ​​the captain.

But he is young and inexperienced.

In addition, the others are all top figures in the religious world in reality.

The so-called captain has absolutely no status.

The Indiana team is more divided than most teams.

The three old masters of the three religions were all unwilling to submit to each other and often fought, but because the triangle is the most stable polygon, none of them could defeat the other.

Even Mufat, a Hindu, was so tormented that he had no temper left.

Abril sighed inwardly.

As a Sikh, he also faced difficulties in this group full of charlatans.

If it weren't for the captain's protection, I would have been tormented and killed by the three of them, just like the other newcomers.

Representatives of Hinduism, Tibetan Buddhism, Islam, and Christianity—the world's major faiths—have gathered here.

Mufat was dismayed to find that the group, like his country, was divided into many princely states, fragmented by religious differences, and like a pile of loose sand.

But as the captain, he could only try his best to mend the rift: "Gentlemen, according to the movies we've seen, Godzilla is an atomic dinosaur that can shoot rays."

"But we must be cautious about the difficulty of A-level missions."

"Moreover, there are three other teams. We've fought team battles before, and team battles are completely different from the usual cycle world."

"I think we need to unite the East China Sea team and the Heavenly God team."

"Together we will confront the strongest state, Zhongzhou."

Ali Khalid said, "A lion will never associate with a goose."

He turned around, and that peculiar spiritual power immediately receded.

“But we are not geese, we are snow leopards,” Losang Gyatso said slowly.

He also dissipated the Buddhist aura emanating from his body.

“They are not lions either,” Anderson scoffed.

"Even two worlds ago, the demons couldn't kill us."

"Even if the gods and the Central Continent are powerful, they won't be much stronger than those demons."

After saying that, the tense atmosphere eased considerably.

Two worlds apart, the rebooted Indiana team encountered the decimated Demon team. Since the main quests did not conflict, and the Indiana team was a tough opponent.

Tom, the temporary captain who was focused on reviving Zheng Zha, did not suffer heavy losses with the Indian team.

The two sides exchanged some intelligence.

"According to Arot, the werewolf from the Demons team, it was the Central State team that wiped out the previous Indian State team."

Mufat sounded very nervous.

"And just one giant wiped out the entire Indian army that possessed second-tier gene locks and A-level enhancements!"

Anderson frowned and said, “Middle State, I know they are a group of cunning, greedy and treacherous unbelievers. No true heroes are ever born there, nor is there any true faith.”

“They can defeat demons, but they will never defeat us who have faith.” Losang Gyatso nodded.

As a separatist wanted by the Central Plains, he spent many years operating abroad and had no goodwill towards the people of the Central Plains.

“The faithless, even if they possess the power of demons, are of no use,” Ali Khalid said calmly.

"Allah will stand behind us."

Mufat felt a chill run down his spine. These crazy people would start chanting scriptures as they talked, and masters, didn't you see what kind of group they were?

That's the Central State team, you know. Maybe one of their minor players could defeat the current Indian State team.

At that time, will your Buddha, Allah, and God be able to come and save you?

But he couldn't say it directly.

His safety now rests on the tolerance of his three masters.

He could only go along with it, saying, "The lamp oil runs out but the light shines brighter; people understand this best when they are dying."

"The advice from several teachers made me understand a lot in an instant."

"But I suggest that we first form an alliance with the East China Sea team to form a common front and think about how to deal with the Heavenly Gods and the Central Plains."

Mufat, a graduate of an Ivy League university in the United States and a Hindu since childhood, is now becoming increasingly enamored with religion.

He spends every day with three madmen.

One time the Quran, one time the Bible, one time the Buddhist scriptures.

If verbal arguments fail, then physical confrontation will suffice.

He desperately wants a few normal teammates.

Even those atheists in the North would be fine.

Anderson said in a detached tone, "The Celestials are very special; their members are all captains of their respective teams."

Just when Mufat thought Hudson was about to do some analysis, he saw Hudson make the sign of the cross.

"However, since it is named after a god..."

"That must be a divine instruction."

"Our hope lies in the gods."

Ali Khalid said fanatically, "I have felt the guidance of God. As long as we can establish a connection with the gods, we can use them as a shield and unite to destroy the Central Plains team."

“Amitabha, I also felt the Buddha’s message: the true Buddha has descended to earth, and the true dragon has been subdued.” Losang Gyatso put his hands together and began to ponder the Zen question.

I shouldn't have had any expectations of them!

Mufat looked blank. Didn't these masters know how terrifying it was that Central Continent entered almost twenty days later than Indian Continent? As long as Indian Continent worked hard, it could complete the main quest and return to the main god without even meeting Central Continent.

The Supreme God did not consider the two teams to be on the same level.

"No matter what, we must unite!" Mufat could only utter a truly meaningless statement.

However, the guru, the bishop, and the imam did not heed Mufat's warning.

Their attention was now focused on the newcomer who was waking up.

Lobsang Gyatso took a liking to one of the women and said calmly, "This woman can be my consort."

Anderson and Ali Khalid remained calm and quickly assigned ownership of the new recruits, just like assigning slaves.

Mufat was very helpless to see this, but there was nothing he could do.

He once tried to stop the three masters from treating newcomers as slaves, but he almost became a resource for the three masters.

With the Indiana team, he couldn't even protect himself.

(End of this chapter)