Those who reincarnate must die.

545 points!

These are the points Zhang Lang received after killing the old woman!

If two members of the necromancer's team are eliminated, their points will be transferred to the opposing team. If the opposing team is killed by the necromancer and the points are transferred back, they will only have a quarter of their team remaining.

The reason there's a fraction of five is probably because the necromancers had already fought with someone before. With the score adjusted, it's only one-eighth left, hence the fraction.

This also explains why their team only has four members left.

From this perspective, these 500 points must have been accumulated through the back-and-forth of at least a dozen people.

As the task progresses, the score will continuously decrease and accumulate, but in the end, when condensed onto a single person, it will be a huge number.

"In the end, whoever survives will receive a huge reward..."

Xu reminded him, "Of course, if you want to increase this number as much as possible, you need to personally recruit more people and eliminate the middlemen's profits!"

By this time, the poisonous fog had already rolled in from the south, and Zhang Lang quickly cleaned up the battlefield...

He picked out a shotgun and an assault rifle, slung a satchel over his shoulder with plenty of ammunition, and removed someone else's goggles to replace his own cracked ones before rushing into the safe zone.

As the poisonous fog filled the space outside the protective barrier, Zhang Lang reached out and passed his hand through the barrier to feel the power of the fog...

He wasn't afraid if it only worked when inhaled, but this toxic fog was clearly different. When his skin came into contact with it, he felt a stinging sensation, and blue smoke rose from his skin.

Clearly, this poisonous fog is highly corrosive; even his tough skin reacted to it. An ordinary person would probably be burned to the bone within a minute...

However, relying on his self-healing ability to heal as soon as he burns, Zhang Lang was confident that he could hold on!

When necessary, the poisonous fog can be used as cover!

Having made up his mind, Zhang Lang withdrew his hand, took his weapon, and ran deeper into the safe zone.

Meanwhile, all the surviving reincarnators rushed into the safe zone, but most of them acted discreetly and avoided fighting as much as possible unless absolutely necessary.

The goggles showed that 67 people were still alive, and at least 14 teams remained. Each team was hoping that the other dozen or so teams would wear each other down, allowing them to survive until the end and reap the benefits.

But what they didn't know was that there was this troublemaker who, like a catfish thrown into a bucket of sardines, was looking for people to fight everywhere!

"Captain, there's a group of figures at the twelve o'clock position!"

In a grove of trees atop a hill within the safe zone, Jin Fei, gun at rest, reports on the latest findings:

"Three people, without any transportation, but seemingly fully equipped, are heading towards the village ahead."

"Don't act rashly!"

Behind him, the captain of Altar 115, the middle-aged man who had chatted with him earlier, advised:

"There should be another team in that village; they'll most likely run into them!"

"Captain, there are some over here too!"

A young female voice came from behind. A girl of about seventeen or eighteen, with her hair in a side ponytail, sat on a high tree branch, stretching out her fair legs while using binoculars to observe the situation below the mountain.

"This group only has two people, running in the woods beside the highway, they must be passing by..."

"Two people..." the captain hesitated for a moment before giving the order:

"Jin Fei, Uncle Mao, you two open fire at the same time and snipe them! Xiao Yun, cast a soundproof barrier! Xiao Man, come over here and take Jin Fei's place to monitor the village!"

"Okay!" Four voices answered simultaneously. Jin Fei picked up his Gauss rifle and quickly turned back. The girl, Xiao Man, nimbly jumped to another tree and took over from Jin Fei, using binoculars to monitor the direction of the village.

Xiao Yun, a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old, raised his hand and cast a soundproofing spell that could silence Jin Fei's gunshot.

As for Uncle Mao, he was an old man in his sixties. He didn't use a gun, but instead took out a spiral throwing knife, aimed at one of the two people running more than a hundred meters away, and threw it out!

The throwing knife spun out, but its trajectory was off by quite a bit. However, it drew a large arc, seemingly aiming at the target and constantly correcting its course to catch up!

Precision throw!

This is Uncle Mao's skill. Once he locks onto his opponent, no matter how the opponent dodges or where they run, the projectiles he throws will always hit.

The two runners were completely oblivious to the incoming weapon, continuing on their way with their heads down. Meanwhile, Jin Fei also brought the other person into his sights, waiting for his opportunity!

Finally, Old Mao's throwing knife struck one of the men's thighs, and the man cried out in pain and fell to the ground!

Upon hearing this, the comrade in front turned around, but before he could react, he was shot in the head by a Gauss rifle and died instantly...

As for the one hit by the throwing knife, he immediately felt a numbing sensation spread from the wound throughout his body, rendering him unable to move...

This is Uncle Mao's blood enhancement, paralyzing saliva.

His saliva contains neurotoxins that, once in the bloodstream, can quickly paralyze an opponent, causing them to stop breathing and their heart to stop beating, leading to rapid death!

The poisoned reincarnator gritted his teeth and mustered his last strength to raise his hand, but at that moment, a bullet pierced his head and struck the ground behind him, leaving only a small bullet hole on his forehead... (Note)

"Xiao Fei, stealing my prey isn't very ethical, is it?"

Uncle Mao was somewhat dissatisfied with having his head stolen, but Jin Fei adjusted his weapon without even turning his head.

"That guy is about to use a skill; I don't know what it is, but he might be able to escape..."

Uncle Mao frowned. Jin Fei's prosthetic eye was a rare enhancement; not only could he see clearly, but he could also see things invisible to ordinary people, including energy fluctuations. He couldn't really argue with the other party's claim that he was about to use a skill…

"Alright, Uncle Mao..." the captain stepped in to smooth things over, "It's just one kill. I'll have Jin Fei give you one later!"

"Heh, it seems that Altar 115, touted as a favorite to win, isn't as solid as it seems!"

Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice came from above their heads.

"Who is it?"

The group raised their weapons in unison, only to find a young man of about twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old with a gaunt face perched on a tree branch, holding the motionless Xiaoman under his arm, her fate unknown...

"Don't make any rash moves!" The captain seemed to recognize the newcomer, cold sweat beading on his forehead, and raised his hand to stop his team members from firing.

"Hey Boss Zhang, long time no see!" the young man greeted him with a smile.

"Captain, you two know each other?" Jin Fei asked, turning his head.

The man chuckled upon hearing this: "When I was dealing with your captain, you hadn't even entered the altar yet!"

"Young man, aren't you being a bit too arrogant!" Uncle Mao sneered, secretly locking onto his target and gripping the dart tightly in his hand.

"He has the right to be arrogant!" Boss Zhang narrowed his eyes: "The one from Altar 201, Inch Poison!"

"Altar No. 201?!"

The others were shocked to hear this. They had heard their captain, Boss Zhang, mention that before they entered the altar, there was also a complete team of more than ten people at Altar No. 115!

However, in one combat mission, they were almost wiped out, with only Boss Zhang escaping with his life. And that opponent's altar was number 201!

Note: The same bullet caused Zhang Lang's head to explode when it hit him, but left only a bullet hole when it hit this other person's head. This shows that Zhang Lang's head is much harder! Because it is harder, the bullet has difficulty penetrating it, and the energy is concentrated on Zhang Lang, causing greater damage. However, for an ordinary head, a Gauss bullet passes right through, creating a seemingly minor penetrating wound.

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