Dragon Raja's Number One Player

Chapter 147, Section 141: We are the champions

Upon seeing the gun barrel, Caesar reacted immediately, rolling behind the statue without a care in the world.

However, the others around him were not so lucky.

Lin Chih-ying had been lying in wait here with his Minigun Gatling gun for so long, just waiting for this moment!

The Gatling gun mounted on the exoskeleton instantly started spinning. He didn't need to aim at all; everyone outside was an enemy, and he indiscriminately sprayed bullets at the outside world.

With a deafening roar, countless spent cartridge cases were ejected from beneath the machine gun magazine, forming a pale golden waterfall.

Even if the "Frigga bullets" have a hypnotic effect and do not kill people, firing them at such a high density would be a disaster.

Many of the fallen people had been shot more than once, and even their fallen "corpses" were hit by bullets fired from the side, their bodies turning red.

The players were the most unlucky; they were already standing at the back and couldn't see what was happening here, especially with the "Student Council" NPCs...

When they started to dodge, the players were still moving forward.

What awaited them were gentle bullets, which felled players haphazardly like mowing grass.

The screen displayed: "You have died. You cannot be resurrected for the time being. Would you like to switch to spectator mode?"

"One cut through water" - how did he die without even knowing what happened?

"Yes."

He clicked, and the view in front of him was tinged with a faint gray, appearing in front of the Hall of Heroes from a third-person perspective.

Countless messages scrolled up in the channel. "One Cut Cuts Water" watched for a while before he understood that the messages of the deceased were automatically redirected here.

No wonder I didn't see any comments from the eliminated players before.

This is also to prevent players from intentionally dying and using the spectator perspective to report their location to their teammates.

Furthermore, the spectator view is not entirely free. After the initial time, players must choose an NPC to follow. Most players naturally choose Caesar or Chu Zihang.

"You 'Pink Noodle Queen,' you just wait! You dare to shoot me in the back and ambush me!"

"Holy crap, why are so many people suddenly appearing?"

"No, what's going on outside?"

"I don't know, but I died as soon as the doors of Valhalla opened."

"Stop talking, I didn't even see the door."

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"I saw it, it looks like Lin Zhiying is piloting a Gundam."

"Seriously? Didn't that guy say he was a coward and wouldn't dare participate?"

"Don't even mention it. I just checked the forum, and that guy called 'Whisper' has already deleted his account and run away."

"One Cut Cuts Water" roughly figured out what was going on from the channel.

If it's Lin Chih-ying, then it's not surprising.

No wonder I died. It would be abnormal if I didn't die in front of a big shot.

For him, personal wins and losses don't really matter. As long as Lin Zhiying can stand until the end, it's a victory for all the players!

This idea came to the minds of many players. After all, compared to an NPC winning the championship and becoming the "Emperor", they were more inclined to let Lin Zhiying be the last survivor.

A few minutes later, the smoke around them slowly dissipated, and the shell casings on the ground were densely packed on the marble floor, one next to the other.

With a rotation speed of 6000 rounds, two Gatling guns would fire 12,000 rounds!

The Odin statue in front of them was riddled with bullet holes, and Gungnir was full of bullet holes. Although the "Frigga Bullet" could hypnotize, there was still a risk at such close range.

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The original green lawn outside was violently dug up, revealing the dark brown soil underneath.

Through the smoke, Caesar slowly poked his head out. Only three or four "student council" members remained around him.

Chu Zihang, who was opposite him, was also looking in his direction. It seemed that the Lionheart Society wasn't much better off.

"Hey, Chu Zihang, how about we team up? That guy has an exoskeleton, we can't get in at all." Before Caesar could finish speaking, a bright light appeared in front of him—it was "Murasame."

"Chu Zihang, what are you doing? If you keep going like this, neither of us can win."

Chu Zihang sneered, saying nothing, but his "Muramasa" sword moved even faster.

He never intended to win the championship from the beginning; he originally just wanted to help Lin Zhiying.

Unexpectedly, Lin Zhiying is now able to solve this problem on his own, so he will do his part one last time to help him get rid of Caesar.

After his initial panic, Caesar had drawn his hunting knife, "Dictator," from his leg; it was also a legendary alchemical weapon.

What's wrong with Chu Zihang? Does he not even care about whether he wins or loses?

Even if he himself doesn't want to win, what about the rest of the Lionheart Society?

"All members of the Lionheart Society will prioritize attacking the student council."

Chu Zihang spoke expressionlessly.

The members of the Lionheart Society were happy to carry out the order, and the Student Council, under Caesar's leadership, stole much of their thunder in the academy.

If it weren't for the fact that he was about to graduate, the "Student Council" would have the feeling that it was going to replace the "Lionheart Club," so everyone in the "Lionheart Club" was holding their breath.

Moreover, putting aside everything else, the student council had won the previous "Freedom Days" and had even eliminated many of their members during one of those "Freedom Days".

Now it's a good time to settle old scores and new grievances all at once. Although the current situation is somewhat complicated, there's no time to worry about that now.

Moreover, many members of the Lionheart Society are loyal supporters of Chu Zihang and completely obey his orders.

After being approached, Caesar could only retreat repeatedly. In terms of close combat ability alone, he was still much weaker than Chu Zihang.

The situation unfolded somewhat unexpectedly. Lin Zhiying removed his exoskeleton armor, which was running low on energy, and pulled out an MP5 submachine gun.

He strolled leisurely through Valhalla, taking out the "Student Council" and "Lionheart Society" members around him one by one with each shot.

A moment later, only Chu Zihang, Caesar, and Lin Zhiying remained in front of the Hall of Heroes.

Caesar and Chu Zihang were locked in a stalemate, but if this continued, his defeat was only a matter of time.

"bass."

"Dick Tudor" sliced ​​through the blade of "Muramasa" and forced Chu Zihang back.

Caesar has now realized his predicament; Chu Zihang has clearly joined forces with Lin Zhiying.

He suddenly sheathed his hunting knife and said to Lin Zhiying, "I'd be happy to give you the 'Freedom Day' championship."

If it were Chu Zihang, he might have to fight even harder, but if it were Lin Zhiying, he would suggest making concessions for the sake of their friendship.

"And you, Chu Zihang, are you willing to let him win in the end?"

Caesar spoke, if he answered "no".

I don't mind helping Lin Zhiying wear down his energy.

Chu Zihang didn't speak; he used his actions to express himself. He walked towards the "time lag" space that had shrunk to a short distance away, his body instantly freezing, but he looked no different from usual.

"Congratulations, Lin Zhiying! I look forward to you joining our 'Student Council' in the future. Consider this championship a small gift for you."

Caesar stepped forward as well, his body frozen in place, his golden hair reflecting the light, making him look like a god.

The other players in the channel who were still watching were stunned by what they saw.

"Are you just going to stop here? Shouldn't you steam it again?"

"There's definitely something fishy going on."

"What shady dealings? This is called connections, okay? You forgot about when they fought Odin, they all recognized Lin Zhiying."

"No, don't let your guard down. The circle hasn't stopped yet, which means there are still people around. By the way, has anyone seen Lu Mingfei?"

Only then did everyone realize that Lu Mingfei had never appeared.

Were they eliminated from the very beginning? Or what?

Caesar and Chu Zihang have both exiled themselves, but the "time stop" circle hasn't stopped, which means there are still people who haven't come out.

The area had shrunk considerably, mainly around the Hall of Heroes, and Lin Zhiying searched everywhere with his gun.

Hiding in Valhalla, Lu Mingfei listened to the gunfire outside, which sounded like firecrackers. His heart pounded with fear. Everyone said that there were a lot of gunfights in America, and now he had witnessed it firsthand.

But what's going on? Isn't this a school event? Why are they using guns?

He recalled the rumors of frequent school shootings in the United States.

Hearing the footsteps getting closer and closer outside, Lu Mingfei's heart jumped into his throat.

Fingel covered his mouth, signaled with his eyes that he was alright, and then walked out.

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Fingel crawled out from under the table. "I surrender."

Before he could finish speaking, a bullet struck him in the chest.

Lu Mingfei, who was under the table, saw Fingel's "corpse" lying in front of him, the bloodstains on his chest staining a large area of ​​his clothes.

The person who shared a dorm room with me, who was laughing and joking with me before, is now lying dead in front of me.

A vibrant life is now gone?

Lu Mingfei stood there stunned, a strange emotion welling up inside him.

Unbeknownst to him, a force supported him as he stood up.

He heard voices calling his name, but it was as if something was blocking his way, and he was ultimately just a little short.

Lu Mingfei crawled out from under the table, picked up the gun that Fingel had just put down, and, having never used a submachine gun before, loaded it by instinct.

He was furious, and something was about to burst out of his heart!

"Traitorous minister—"

"Smack."

Lu Mingfei, who was still adjusting his weapon, was struck hard on the back of the head and collapsed to the ground.

"I already said, the knife is fast within seven steps."

Lin Zhiying pursed his lips, put away "Shattered Star" and spoke.

All the players watched this scene from a grayed-out screen.

They won! The players won!

Lin Zhiying actually defeated all the NPCs and won the championship of Freedom Day!

"We are the champions!!!"

Countless players spread the word; at this moment, they were no longer just a bunch of strange IDs, but all of them shared a common name: Player.