Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Chapter 364 Are you a sore loser?
The power of the Warlord is embodied in the same way as the creatures in the dungeon.

They sit cross-legged on the Arctic ice sheet, awaiting the attack of human civilization.

Year after year has passed.

So much time has passed that it even began to wonder if human civilization had perished before it even reached this place.

Fortunately, this embodiment of power itself did not contain much consciousness.

Basically, they are just puppets made up of fighting instincts.

So I didn't find the waiting, where time flew by, particularly boring.

However, today finally brought a slight change.

When you sense that some kind of creature is rapidly approaching you.

It suddenly opened its enormous eyes, which seemed to blaze like fire amidst the vast expanse of ice and snow.

They quickly spotted the tiny figure nearly two kilometers away.

One? Why is there only one?
Even the power avatar, which only possesses the instinct to fight, was somewhat puzzled.

Has human civilization become so fragile?

Before it could think any further...

Then a roar echoed across the icy plains—

"This shot represents all of humanity's greeting to you!"

"Fuck you!"

boom!
As soon as it finished speaking, it sensed something in the air.

It was hurtling out of that tiny figure's hand at a speed completely imperceptible to the naked eye.

The final landing point is...

My own left eye!
Upon being attacked, the War Lord's avatar quickly raised its hand in an attempt to block the attack.

Just like in another virtual world, it blocked the Predator's spear.

But this time, it misjudged.

Although it was successfully blocked and sent flying, it left a fist-sized hole in the ice field.

However, the embodiment of power discovered that his palm had also been cut open, neither shallow nor deep.

Blood was dripping slowly from the wound onto the ice field.

It boils and evaporates.

I was completely overwhelmed the moment we met!?
"Roar!"

The War Lord roared to the sky, a roar powerful enough to shatter the frozen earth that had taken countless millennia to form around him.

It angrily fixed its gaze on that tiny body.

They watched as the other person carried a strange, long, thin object with one hand.

He pulled the trigger on himself again.

Flames burst forth from the opening of its pipe.

Another 12.7mm caliber bullet pierced the air and shot out.

Feeling the heavy recoil coming from my shoulders.

Wu Wang simply made a silent sound and then did not react.

One-handed heavy special purpose sniper rifle.

It's even a matter of running and fighting.

To be honest, if it weren't for the passive skill "Copper Skin and Iron Bones",

His shoulder was probably shattered after those two shots.

By the way, this thing also has a more well-known name – Barrett.

Watching the War Lord stand up and roar as he blocked another bullet, and begin to stride toward his location in an attempt to catch up.

He immediately knew that he had achieved his goal.

After giving the other person the middle finger as a sign of friendliness.

Wu Wang ran wildly in the direction he had come from without looking back.

Perhaps the original design did not take into account that this embodiment of power would need to get up and hunt down challengers.

Because under normal circumstances, it should be like the other side of the biological civilization.

The challenger will fight it to the death here.

All it needs is short-range combat reaction time.

Therefore, it does not provide any additional speed boost for long-distance travel.

He was basically chasing Wu Wang on his own two legs.

Due to the difference in their size and stride.

As the distance between them gradually decreased from two kilometers to about one kilometer.

Wu Wang silently calculated how much longer it would take him to reach the rendezvous point.

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept past my ears.

call out--

Suddenly, a scorching heat descended from the sky.

He subconsciously merged into his own shadow, even taking the [Seven Star Steps of Heaven] and flashing a short distance again.

This is why Wu Wang personally came to provoke the other party.

Here, players can only use their own base stats and skills.

Under normal circumstances, most players rely on the effects of equipment and the support of various powerful items.

Players who truly possess a large number of powerful skills are rare.

After all, skills are a scarce resource.

Even if there are one or two players, they have to keep it hidden.

Players like Wu Wang, who have several skills at the [Epic] level, are extremely rare.

Perhaps a witch would be one.

At least Wu Wang felt that the other party, as the president of the Tarot Club, should not only have the abilities he had shown so far.

But in this game, the witch seemed to only want to be an observer.

It's like a company leader making an unannounced visit to show concern for the lives of grassroots cadres.

Therefore, Wu Wang did not expect her to do such a thing.

Sigh, I still have to do all the dirty and tiring work myself!

呲——

The thing that Wu Wang had just sensed landed in his original spot.

It burned a bottomless pit into the frozen soil.

This bizarre scene made him glance back.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, you will be shocked when you look at it.

As the War Lord chased after him, he kept rubbing his hands together in front of his chest.

A moment later, a fiery red, scorching energy sphere formed in his hand.

And it was projected toward its own location.

It's practically a human-shaped self-propelled catapult!
"Damn it! So what if the Human Torch is amazing! Watch out, Marvel might sue you for copyright infringement!"

Wu Wang cursed and swore as he once again used his teleportation ability to dodge the fireball.

It's almost there! It's already almost there!
I can maintain a good distance by relying on the special travel technique of [Seven Star Steps of Heaven].

I'll make you feel like you're flying in a minute!
At this moment, Wu Wang was like a mosquito buzzing in someone's ear while they were sleeping, in the eyes of the War Lord.

He's so noisy it drives you crazy, yet you can't seem to shut him up no matter what you do.

Not to mention that this mosquito just shot itself twice, leaving cuts on its hand.

The humiliation and frustration of being harmed by mosquitoes spurred [War Lord] to accelerate his pace once again.

I wish I could hold the other person in my hands right now and crush them alive.

Watching his internal organs being squeezed out of every orifice in his body, the exhilarating feeling was an unparalleled pleasure!

In this back and forth.

They had run an unknown distance across the ice field.

Whenever the War Lord feels he's about to catch up.

That bastard will inexplicably create a distance of several hundred meters.

It's as if it's being deliberately kept suspended.

Although it only possessed the consciousness of fighting instincts, it still sensed that something was wrong.

Unfortunately, it didn't think about it any further.

After all, in the eyes of the War Lord, no matter what methods these ants have, it is already quite remarkable that they can barely break through his physical defenses, just like they did just now.

They are far from posing a life-threatening threat to themselves!
Just when the War Lord thought the chase would continue...

Suddenly, it sensed a large number of life forms appearing several kilometers ahead.

It was utterly absurd.

After all that effort, all we got was to camp out and surround ourselves?
Do these ants really think they can hide in front of us and launch a sneak attack?
Relying on his tall stature and terrifying eyesight.

It looked up and saw human ships stuck between crevasses in the ice field, unable to move.

It suddenly seemed even more ridiculous.

It turns out that this group of humans simply couldn't move forward any further.

Alright, let's go crush it now.

The flames of war have already begun to boil in his veins!
Oh no.

This cannot be called a real war; it was merely a one-sided massacre.

But I still love it, don't I?

Just as the War Lord was contemplating how to crush everyone next...

Wu Wang's roar echoed throughout—

"All units, fire on me!"

shhhhh--

As soon as he finished speaking, several streaks of fire shot into the sky.

They sped toward the location of the War Lord and Wu Wang.

However, in the eyes of the War Lord, this so-called speed was not even as fast as the speed of the bullet when Wu Wang fired his gun.

After all, that long, olive-green thing was just too big.

Do they expect to hit themselves with this thing?

Or do you think this kind of thing can break through your defenses?
Previously, bullets were able to penetrate armor mainly due to their high initial velocity and small size, coupled with the pointed design that resulted in significant penetration.

Now, these bulky, heavy machines.

Even if they hit you at that speed, what difference would it make?

Do you think you can just kill yourself by focusing on quality?

[War Lord] Adjust your angle slightly while sprinting.

They easily avoided the impact of the three long, thin objects.

Let them fall behind you onto the hard, frozen ice and soil. How laughable are humans.

What a ridiculous weapon.

"Pathetic ignorance."

At that very moment, Wu Wang, who was running wildly ahead, suddenly stopped.

It was as if they could guess what the Warlord was thinking at that moment.

Turning back, it coldly uttered a sentence that left the creature completely bewildered.

Before it could even respond.

The next second, the warheads of the three missiles made contact with the frozen ground of the ice sheet.

In an instant, it was as if a blazing white rift had been torn open in space.

First, a blinding ball of light expanded on the surface of the permafrost, like an enraged sun rising.

The shockwave then spread outwards in perfect concentric circles, instantly heating the air within a radius of eighty meters to thousands of degrees.

The frozen tundra, which has remained unchanged for millions of years, boiled and vaporized in an instant, like cooked syrup.

The rising mushroom cloud brought unusual graffiti to this Arctic ice field.

The instantaneous overpressure and extreme heat of the explosion made the Warlord feel as if his back was about to be torn apart.

Before it could even let out a roar of pain and rage.

Its figure was already overturned to the ground and completely swallowed up by the sound of the explosion.

Even though Wu's death was far beyond the missile's kill range.

It was still sent flying sideways under the influence of the shockwave.

It rolled around on the ground countless times.

I felt as if my internal organs were churning and in complete chaos.

He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of dark red blood.

"Damn it, thank goodness I'm tough enough." Wu Wang gritted his teeth as he got up from the ground.

Without the passive protection of [Copper Skin and Iron Bones], even if he were outside the killing range, the pressure of the shockwave on his internal organs would probably be enough to kill him.

That's why I said that no one is more suitable to be bait than yourself.

As for now...

A mere fatal wound, not worth mentioning.

Besides their lower bodies, men are most stubborn when it comes to their mouths.

He continued to use the [Seven Star Steps of Heaven] to approach the humans.

When its figure appeared in front of the icebreaker.

He was overwhelmed by enthusiastic cheers and everyone's tears.

Only the Mongolian top laner remained serious as he continuously adjusted his aim at the control panel.

Wu Wang appeared beside him in a few leaps and bounds.

He casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.

He patted the other person on the shoulder and laughed, "Wow! Handsome guys really do know how to have sex!"

This prompted other people who were about to come forward to inquire about the situation.

Even the Mongolian top laner himself felt a little ashamed.

how to say……

Something feels off.

But I can't quite put my finger on what's wrong.

Wu Wang praised the opponent, saying that in addition to his accurate shots, he also felt the Mongolian top laner's protectiveness towards him.

It should be noted that many of the missiles prepared also have warheads equipped with pre-formed fragments of steel balls and tungsten balls.

At the moment of the explosion, the initial velocity of these pre-formed fragments was no less than that of the previous Barrett.

Basically, a glancing blow will result in a missing piece of flesh, while a direct hit will leave a hole in your chest.

The area covered by the shrapnel alone is about the size of a football field.

Considering the possibility of accidentally hurting oneself.

The first three missiles launched by Mongolia did not use these fragmentation warheads.

His goal was simply to defeat the War Lord.

"Next, it's my turn to take over." Wu Wang's expression gradually turned ferocious and terrifying.

That handsome, sunny boy has vanished.

Only the demon, who had been chased and used as a target all the way, finally found an opportunity for revenge and awakened.

He looked at the War Lord, who was struggling to get up in front of the shell crater.

After making a slight adjustment to the direction, the remaining missiles were launched again.

This time, flames shot into the sky.

The olive-green weapons, radiating death, fell directly on the War Lord, who was still in shock.

There was absolutely no offset.

Boom—Boom—Buzz—Buzz—

Mushroom clouds rose up one after another.

The deafening roar, like a death symphony, assaulted people's eardrums.

After a few seconds, everyone experienced temporary hearing loss and could only hear a buzzing sound.

"Get up! Fight!"

"You fucking war lord? I'll show you what war is all about!"

"If you're desperate, you'll have to use tactics to infiltrate! If you're successful, you'll have to

"You think you're so tough? Aren't you still thinking about how to crush us? Get up and let me see!"

"This will make you face reality!"

"Humanity is reality!"

Caliber equals justice, turret equals truth;
Range equals fairness, power equals democracy;
Firing the cannon leads to success; a hit means victory!

Seeing Wu Wang's crazed expression on the launch pad, everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

Damn it, this guy has been holding it in for so many years, and now he's finally stopping pretending, huh?
He really is a complete madman!

The Warlord was no longer visible in the distance.

Missiles that landed precisely in the same spot had long since blasted deep, bottomless craters into the permafrost.

What roaring sounds? What howling sounds?

All that could be heard here was the sound of explosions.

The instantaneous damage caused by the missile to carbon-based life forms... no, to everything within its range, is something that those mere copy creatures could not achieve with their mortal bodies.

Therefore, even if it activates the [War Domain], it will be meaningless.

Even if humanity were driven to the madness of war within a certain domain, it would be of no use.

After all, they wouldn't even cross the road.

He just kept pressing the launch button.

Go tell me what you want to say about its range and power!

This was a thoroughly enjoyable war.

A crushing massacre with no suspense whatsoever.

However, the victims were not human beings.

That's how it should be...

Just as the vast majority of the missiles brought had been unleashed upon the Warlord.

It should have been completely obliterated in the mushroom cloud.

Humanity has reached the moment of victory.

A colossal creature leaped up from the crater in an instant.

They arrived before humanity at a speed completely unlike anything they had ever done before.

boom--

A single collision pierced through the icebreaker, which had taken an unknown amount of time to build.

Through the huge hole in the ship, everyone could see a skeleton that was nothing but tattered bones.

With the inextinguishable flame of war burning in his pupils, he walked step by step toward the frail crowd.

It is now a ghost of war.

It is now synonymous with despair.

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The audience outside the stadium gasped in surprise.

No matter how powerful the power avatar is, it is only a tiny projection of the War Lord's power.

How could a creature of flesh and blood possibly survive and wage war when it is reduced to a skeleton?
Moreover, this situation did not occur at all in the instance's biological civilization!
Based on the previous intensity...

Humanity should have won by now!

And it was an absolute victory with no casualties!

The Thorn Prince, now back on his throne, glared angrily at the War Lord.

He yelled, "You cheated! You sore loser, you warmonger!"

He was also a descendant of a venerable one.

Naturally, it was sensed the instant the power avatar was destroyed by the missile.

[War Lord] restores the opponent's power from outside the arena.

Let the vanished incarnation be reassembled and resurrected in the form of a ghost.

The humans, who had already exhausted a large number of missiles and were now being brought before the icebreaker by the power of their own incarnation, were now a force.

How could we possibly defeat them again in this state?
Moreover, the power avatar in this state is many times stronger than before!
That despicable guy! He has absolutely no shame!
"As long as the war continues, I will never perish!"

"Born to fight, until death!"

"This is simply my ability, how can it be considered cheating?"

[War Lord] The face beneath the heavy armor mask grinned, unable to suppress a cruel smile.

The reason he dared to make a bet with the "Princess of Pleasure" was...

Naturally, they were absolutely certain they wouldn't lose.

Don't forget, this avatar in the virtual world is a projection of your own power!
He certainly has the ability to reconnect with him and continue to inject power into him!
So what if we can't afford to play?
He only knew that he was destined to win this bet!
However, they faced the War Lord, who seemed to have victory in his grasp.

The "Princess of Pleasure," reclining on her side on the chaise lounge, revealed an even more mysterious smile.

Watching the crowd in the scene being driven into a desperate situation step by step by the embodiment of power.

And Wu Wang, who stood out from the other humans, still at the forefront, coldly looking up at the war dead.

He slowly spoke, "Can't take a game? Do you think you're the only one who can cheat?"

"My desire to win this bet far exceeds yours."

Go find the hidden rewards in the game.

"My holy son, do not disappoint me..."

(End of this chapter)