Traveling to another world, I made a two-dimensional girl into a card

"Why are you panicking? It's your life!" Fang Qingyun comforted Viola with a toothy smile. Blood was between his teeth, dyeing them red, as if he had just eaten a cow alive.

(Roll, there are 15 cards in the deck, Heavy Gunner is ranked 12th, the first number thrown out that is less than 15 is the card that Fang Qingyun draws)

The sound of dice was heard in the void.

"The first time I rolled 21, let's do it again"

"The second roll is 3...still can't save it?"

The figure sighed. It seemed that there was no way out. It seemed that Fang Qingyun’s adventure would end here.

When Viola showed the card to Fang Qingyun with hope, the card on it was not the "Elite Fighter - Heavy Gunner" that symbolized hope, but the confused "Awakener Perno". Viola collapsed. She hugged Fang Qingyun and sobbed with her face against his back.

When she thought that Fang Qingyun might be possessed by someone else next, she couldn't stop wanting to cry.

But crying won't solve the problem, Viola wiped her tears, and this woman made a desperate decision. She didn't blame Perno for this, after all, the position of each card was chosen by the deck, and it had nothing to do with Perno.

Viola calmly loaded her pistol and pointed it at Fang Qingyun's head: "Dear, if He wants to take over your body, I will shoot you to death in advance, and then I will swallow the gun and commit suicide to accompany you."

This decision made Fang Qingyun energetic. He climbed up from Viola's chest. Because he got up too quickly, he almost hit his head on the table: "Don't! It's not a big problem, I can still turn over!"

Viola put away the gun doubtfully. Fang Qingyun, who was no longer threatened with death, wiped the blood from his nose. His stuffy nose made him speak in a dull voice: "Actually, you are already dead, God of the Forest. You don't have a next round."

The forest god smiled disdainfully and did not respond.

Fang Qingyun stood up straight. Too much blood made him feel a little dizzy. He didn't even dare to shake his head, for fear that he would fall down and couldn't get up. "You're right, I really don't have a direct injury card..."

"...but I have kept a card from the beginning." Fang Qingyun took out the card that determined the victory from the left side of the hand pile: No. 17, Violent Commander.

"Open your eyes and take a good look, this is your end." Fang Qingyun no longer had the strength to play a card. Viola was the one who played the card for him. After Viola played the card, everyone could see clearly the card that Fang Qingyun had drawn in the second round.

[Furious Commander (Blue Quality), 5-3-5]

[Minion Card - Undead - Zombie]

[Battlecry: If you have no minions other than Undead in your deck, in the next duel, all your Undead minions gain +1/+1, no matter where they are. If your hero is Viola at this time, this effect will be triggered once more.]

[At the end of each round, add a follower card with the race "Undead-Zombie" to your hand]

The Furious Commander does not have any affixes, and its 5-3-5 body and combat power are not up to standard, but in exchange for this, it gains powerful enhancement capabilities and the ability to replenish hand cards, making it a useful means of replenishing cards even in the later stages of the game.

What Fang Qingyun relied on to turn the tables was not the effect of the card draw, but the battle cry that seemed a bit difficult to understand.

To translate it, if all the minions in Fang Qingyun's deck are of the zombie race, then all zombies played next will get +1/+1, no matter if they are on the battlefield, in the hand or deck, or are added to the hand later, as long as they are of the zombie race, they can get this buff.

When Fang Qingyun has already played Viola, this effect will be triggered once more, that is to say, all zombie races will gain +2/+2. With such a bonus, the missing 3 points of damage can be made up.

"So... although the damage of the cannon fire will not change, it is still 8+3, 11 points." Fang Qingyun forced a slightly ferocious smile: "However, the attack power of the sniper and the Hell Machine will increase from the original 5 to 7 points. Counting the additional damage, each can cause 10 points of damage. Together..."

"You don't have a next round." Fang Qingyun made Jotaro's classic finger gesture: "The biggest mistake you made was to anger me!"

The green light in the sniper's eyes grew brighter, and a line of gunfire locked onto the Forest God's brows. Before he could show an expression of surprise, a bullet made a hole in his head.

When he lost his dignity as a god due to the pain and rolled on the ground, the ten-story-high Hell Machine started with a huge roar, and the wide tracks crushed the Forest God in the gap. Perhaps it felt unsatisfied, so the Hell Machine turned left and right, and the wide tracks almost crushed the Forest God to the point of bursting, just like a person who stepped on a cockroach and rubbed it left and right to ensure it died.

The bruised and battered Forest God with 10 health points on his head heard Fang Qingyun's announcement of the end of the round. The Hell Machine drove the car back to the half court and displayed its frontal and lateral firepower. More than a dozen mm cannons were aimed at the Forest God's cheek and fired a fatal shot.

The health value above the head of the God of the Forest became -1. After he let out an unwilling roar, cracks began to appear on his body. Amid his distorted screams of "Impossible... I, the God of the Forest, would actually...", he exploded into pieces all over the sky.

"Fuck, it flipped over!" Katerin stood up.

"Hurry up and go to the logistics department to pick out someone with a stupid brain and expel him, and prepare to welcome our sophomore senior. Oh, by the way, send two people to check on Green. If his life is not in danger, take him to the small dark room for isolation to make sure he doesn't get sick again." The dean was already prepared to welcome Fang Qingyun, and he still remembered the trouble that Green had caused him.

This matter has become so big, at least half of it is Green's fault, and the other half is the fault of this vice-president. If the dean had been given a chance to go against the majority, he would have snatched Fang Qingyun out long ago. Now, Fang Qingyun has won, and showing goodwill at this time does not mean helping someone in need.

It was too late...the dean regretted it deeply.

The vice president said nothing, but went to check on Green. Do you think he went to check if Green was dead or not? No, he went to see if he could get the card left by the forest god after his death. At the very least, he wanted to get back the three cards he gave to Green.

In front of the card that symbolizes strength, the so-called father-son relationship is as fragile as a piece of paper.

"I told you it's okay." Fang Qingyun patted Viola. He was relaxed after surviving a disaster. Although the pressure didn't make him faint, he wasn't in good condition either. He couldn't think now and could only stare blankly and barely breathe.

Now that the duel is over, the blue crystal table can no longer sustain Viola's existence. She no longer cares about being exposed or not. She simply opened a portal, crawled out of the orange-red portal, gently laid Fang Qingyun down, and leaned him against the softest part of her chest.

This scene really stunned the dean who was preparing to come down to greet her. When Viola was played from the hand, everyone was watching. You are a nine-cost hero. If this happened in the real world, no one here except the two deans would be your opponent. How could you just get out of the card while the duelist was still half unconscious?

How many secrets does this kid have?

But this was just the beginning. The portal did not collapse, and soon four medical maids rushed out carrying a stretcher, followed by five visiting family members.

Alice was almost crying in anxiety, Antina, the green cat-head, looked upset, Perno rushed to the front with a sense of self-blame and held Fang Qingyun's hand. Although Shadow and Kikuchiyo still maintained basic calm, their hands were clenched tightly, and they didn't know how to deal with this situation.

As for Evelyn who didn't show up? This capable little maid was already arranging the operating room. Before the others could check Fang Qingyun's injuries, four medical maids had already put Fang Qingyun on a stretcher and carried him into the portal in a very fast, yet stable and elegant way.

It was not until Viola, who left last, told the deans and teachers where Fang Qingyun was carried to that these stunned guys realized something and ran towards Fang Qingyun's dormitory in a hurry.

This genius must be held in our hands, he might be an Olympic talent.

The opening of the portal is Fang Qingyun's dormitory. Several medical maids have been waiting here with equipment. Evelyn has deployed a field to ensure that no bacteria can survive here. Various elite troops have been mobilized to the door, swearing to ensure that not even a mosquito can fly in. There is only one corridor, and there are more than twenty snipers responsible for blocking it on the surrounding high-rise buildings.

Afterwards, several medical maids checked Fang Qingyun up and down with instruments, fearing that he might die suddenly, and even gave him several life-saving injections. In the end, they came to a ridiculous conclusion.

"Mr. Fang is just tired? A good sleep will do?" Kikuchiyo could hardly believe her ears.

"It's good, it's good." When Antina heard the news just now, she was completely panicked. She jumped up from her computer room and bumped into Kikuchiyo who had put down her beloved sword at the door. They looked at each other and understood from each other's eyes that the other was watching the duel secretly.

There was no room for discussion, and the two girls hurried over, even wearing their shoes the wrong way around. Now that they knew Fang Qingyun was fine, they both breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Alice didn't understand the meaning of death, she was still scared and cried when she saw Fang Qingyun being carried in with blood on his face. She didn't want this kind big brother to die, so she had been crying during the examination just now. Now after being comforted by Shadow, she was still sobbing a little bit, and acting coquettishly to Shadow, asking her to promise not to lie to her, which made Shadow laugh and cry.

Chapter 143, Viola, my Superman!

Perno stood aside without saying a word. She only felt her own powerlessness as she did not help Fang Qingyun when he needed help. Now she hated her own weakness. All she had to do to become stronger was: I can't do anything.

Viola is very delicate in this regard. She is careless in handling things, but it does not mean that she is careless in feelings. She walked to Perno very seriously. Perno expected to be beaten, even scolded, which would make her feel much better. But what she waited for was not a beating or scolding, but a soft hug that could not be refused: "It's not your fault. We all know that this world is dangerous and we have limited power. Don't go to extremes."

A wife should have the spare time of a wife. When anyone gets a bad hand, they will blame others and even hate everyone in the house. But Viola is not like that. When Fang Qingyun rescued her from hell with wounds all over his body, she decided to repay the kindness for her whole life.

Therefore, in this regard, she was getting closer and closer to Fang Qingyun, and her three views became more dialectical. If I get it, I am lucky, and if I lose it, it is my fate. There is no reason to vent my anger on others because of temporary luck. That is a way of escaping and a cowardly behavior.

The winning rate is less than 100%. If you lose, it's all your own fault. You get angry at others because of accidental factors instead of looking for the problem in yourself. How can such an irresponsible person be called a human being? He lives a cowardly life, not as brave as a woman.

Perno looked at Viola, took the initiative to reach out and hug her, and made a decision in his heart... Never, never, never again will he be a powerless person. He can't mess around anymore... The experiment must continue, this body still has a lot of potential to be tapped.

I don't want to be a vase...ever!

When the dean and a group of teachers hurriedly arrived at the floor where Fang Qingyun was, they were stunned by the scene before them.

With Fang Qingyun's dormitory as the center, a large number of troops were deployed radiating outward, all of them were armed with live ammunition, and there were even many tall and ferocious synthetic zombies patrolling with flamethrowers. These zombies deliberately avoided the students, but when those weapons passed in front of them, these students consciously returned to their respective rooms. Even the nobles who were always arrogant and domineering did not dare to speak out, and sneaked back to their rooms like a cat. Some were even afraid and planned to go outside the college to deal with it for a night.

Although they didn't know what those strange things in their hands were, no one was willing to take the risk. Didn't they see that those troops were just defending? In this situation, it's better not to be the first to do so... Let the professor handle it.

The dean arrived at Fang Qingyun's door without any obstruction. When he was about to push the door, a black leather glove reached out and held his arm that was about to knock on the door. The owner of the black leather glove, an officer wearing a wild boar mouth gas mask with red lenses, stopped him, holding the pistol high in his hand, and did not shoot him for trying to force his way in.

General Viola had given instructions in advance, and just needed to stop anyone who tried to break in by force. There was no need to shoot and kill or to establish authority for such a small matter. That would be a bit of a breach of relationship. After all, Fang Qingyun would have to stay here for another three years, so if he didn't want to make things too embarrassing, he should not do anything irreparable.

The dean tried to break free, but the officer's fingers were like steel. He did not use force to cause pain to the dean, but simply contracted his muscles. No matter how the dean struggled, his fingers did not loosen.

The patrol team nearby immediately rushed over. The tall and strong fire monster and the heavy gunner stood behind the dean. Their shadows even covered the struggling dean. The atmosphere became tense and the professor next to him was ready to take action.

A dull sound came from under the officer's gas mask. The sound was as hoarse and dry as a rusty organ or a rotten trumpet, and it also carried a strong smell of death, just like someone rubbing fingernails on a blackboard, making a sharp, teeth-grinding, distorted sound: "Please wait a moment, the general is receiving treatment inside."

"General?" The dean and several professors looked at each other in bewilderment. Since the vice dean did not come, he asked for leave on the pretext of "sadness for the death of his eldest son" to search his son's pockets "for the so-called relics". The people who came were all sent by the dean, so naturally they dared to say anything: "This... I thought it was an unequal contract, but this kid has become someone else's general?"

"It's true that heroes emerge from youth." No matter what the professor thought in his heart, he still praised Fang Qingyun's behavior on the surface.

"Then when will he be well?" After not being deliberately embarrassed, the dean took his hand out of the officer's hand and took two steps back: "We are his mentors, and we are here to look after him on behalf of the college."

The door creaked open, and out came Viola, dressed in military uniform. She didn't seem out of touch at all like she did in front of Fang Qingyun. She only had the pressure from being in a high position for a long time and the confidence of holding military power. With just one sentence, she tried to drive back the dean and professors who rushed over in a hurry: "Go back and rest for a while..."

Viola suddenly didn't know what to call Fang Qingyun. How should she introduce him to others? Call him dear? Would that be a bit frivolous? She should be safe.

"The general is resting and will not wake up until two hours later." Viola's saber was inserted at the side of her belt, still emitting flames that would not burn her body. This deterrent force made the dean's faction, who had just wanted to go in, wake up a little from the dream of getting a genius to represent the academy in the competition. Several people did not dare to offend this female guard who looked very capable in fighting? After politely taking their leave, they fled in embarrassment.

Those people were armed with guns and even if you didn't know what they were, you would be scared by the sound of them loading their guns. A few people barely maintained their last bit of elegance, and after leaving the zombie army's control area, they ran at high speed, wishing their parents had given them two more legs.

After all, there are not many warrior mentors here. If a fight really breaks out, facing those troops exuding murderous aura, they might be killed in the first encounter. Then, the warrior mentor would be chopped by Viola just after giving himself a buff.

Others don't know, but do they? The Prometheus on Viola's waist is definitely a legendary weapon. Although it is still a long way from being a divine weapon, a guard captain equipped with a legendary weapon that is obviously for close combat will be in trouble if he really fights with it.

"...This student is living a very comfortable life," said a professor who was not respectful to his elders, with a hint of sarcasm. "He has even become a general, and he even has a female guard. With this kind of treatment...Is he going to seduce the princess?"

"I'm not sure..." The other professor who was still running frowned. His thoughts went a step further: "Didn't you notice a detail? What was the description of the hero card named Viola before she was played?"

After he reminded them, several people remembered: "Zombie General... This is not a small position, and she is not the captain of the guard as we thought, but a real general. After all, cards can't lie, one is one..."

The dean stopped, and several professors also stopped. Then the dean asked a thought-provoking question: "Do you think... a princess's consort will make a general willing to call him general? What's more, with the sticky feelings they showed on the battlefield just now, I think some people would believe that they are a couple..."

Several people recalled that when Fang Qingyun was hit hard twice and became as soft as a noodle, with a nosebleed, Viola's panic was not the urgency of worrying that the death of a big shot would be of no benefit to her, but more like the concern and tension between family members or couples.

"And when he was about to lose, he was holding the magic device against his head..." As the dean spoke, several professors pondered over it, and the more they thought about it, the more they felt something was wrong...

"So this student might be a top leader himself, and the generals under him are his lovers, ready to commit suicide for love at any time?" The professor who had teased the princess frivolously said so.

"Not much different... Anyway, he has nothing to do with the princess. He is probably a person with real power. I don't know what this student did to make a country in the dream plane..." Recalling those magic devices that he had never seen before, which looked a bit like the dwarf's thunder gun, the dean changed his words: "Or civilization. They are so devoted to him... At least it must be a savior-level achievement."

"Is it possible... I mean it's possible." The professor first put on a layer of armor to prevent anyone from catching him speaking inaccurately: "He went to a certain secret place, and then relied on a 'strategy' to successfully save the world, and then he obtained this powerful power?"

The dean stroked the white beard on his chin. This Gandalf-like summoner shook his head and said, "Impossible. His style was not like this before. He has always been trying to make a real-life maid by himself. He is also a fan of natural magic. If he had not experienced any betrayal or seen the truth... he would not have such a strong resistance to the God of the Forest today."

"It is very likely that he came into contact with the tragic life stories of these zombies in the dream plane, and therefore abandoned his previous enthusiasm for natural magic, which is why he was so resistant to the offer of becoming the chosen one of God, which poses no threat..." The dean recalled the expression on Fang Qingyun's face at the time, and added: "Even disgusting."

"Could this be a problem of his childhood education?" the professor asked. "It's not impossible. Because of his education, he hates God so much."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible." The dean denied the correct answer: "Except for the God of Cards, there are gods other than God. Although he is now labeled as a heretic, how many people can refuse to become the chosen one of God and gain powerful power? They are all business in their hearts and ideology in their mouths, so don't talk about that kind of nonsense."

"Then we will wait two days and then go to him again to discuss his promotion," the dean made the final decision, and several professors agreed after thinking about it.

Chapter 143.5, Killing a god can get the treasure? It’s getting exciting!

【Hey, wake up! 】

Fang Qingyun heard a familiar voice, but he was now exhausted, like a student who heard the alarm ringing at six o'clock. He didn't even feel like raising his hand to turn it off.

Along with the sound of breaking through the air, Fang Qingyun felt the weight of knowledge. Obviously, the weight of knowledge made him sober up all of a sudden. He covered his face and sat up, opened his dry eyes, everything in front of him was still a little blurry. He rubbed his eyes and saw the Grimoire of Destiny rolling itself up in the air, preparing to accumulate power.

"Stop hitting me, brother, I'm awake." Fang Qingyun quickly covered his face. The only difference between the black notebook and the small dictionary was that its cover was not that hard. Being hit by this thing in the morning was almost the same as being hit in the face by a mobile phone when he was dazed in the middle of the night. He would either wake up on the spot or fall asleep immediately.

Anyway, it all passes in a flash.

Looking at the familiar gray mist around him, Fang Qingyun's face turned bitter: "Come on, brother, I just killed a god, I need to rest, you won't let me enter the next world so soon, right?"

[No, no, no, I don't even think you need to go through the training. After getting beaten up, do you feel that you have become more stable? ]

"...I'm not sure what to say." Fang Qingyun was vague, as if he had said it but also as if he hadn't said it: "If I say that I am calm, it feels like I am bragging. If I say that I am not calm, it feels contradictory."

[That’s right, this means you are calmer]

The Magic Book of Destiny floated in front of Fang Qingyun's eyes, moved back a little, and then spread out its cover.

[Come on, after you crushed the God of the Forest, I caught his soul, which can be transformed into some useful treasures through my transformation here. I have listed them for you, so what do you want? ]

Looking at the dazzling array of treasure cards in front of him, the ones in the front were even of red quality, which surprised Fang Qingyun: "Great, brother, you caught all of them? Let me see what they are?"

[Let me make this clear first. You can only pick two and I'll make them for you. You take the lion's share. I have to replenish the remaining energy. Also, transforming treasure cards also consumes energy. You get eight and I get two. Any objections?]

"It's OK, the price is fair." Fang Qingyun thought for a moment and added, trying to ease the atmosphere: "And even if it's unfair, what can I do? Don't I still have to accept it?"

Obviously, his emotional intelligence is not always high. Once this sentence came out, the entire gray fog space fell into an awkward situation. Fang Qingyun and the Magic Book of Destiny looked at each other, and the Magic Book of Destiny silently rolled itself up.

[…I’m the only one who knows what kind of personality you have. If anyone else comes here, they’ll beat you up for what you said… Just tell me what kind of treasure you want, and I’ll find it for you.]

"Well... I don't want to become a sturdy corpse, so is there anything that can resist mental damage? I don't want to have a nosebleed after taking 12 points of damage. People who don't know would think I'm having my period." Fang Qingyun quickly took the opportunity to back down. He regretted what he had just said. Fortunately, the Book of Destiny was not angry with him.

[How about this? It can save your life and protect you from mental damage]

The Magic Book of Destiny turned to a page and showed Fang Qingyun a unique deer horn helmet. It looked like a bull horn helmet like the Vikings, but the bull horns were replaced with deer horns. There were some green leaf decorations around it. The surrounding patterns and the hollow gold wire edges made it look more like a crown than a helmet.

[Breath of the Forest (Red Quality)]

[In reality, it increases your spell resistance. If you are considered a follower card, you will gain spell resistance and spell resistance 3. This equipment will heal your body all the time.]

[No effect in the game]

To be honest, this red equipment perfectly meets Fang Qingyun's needs, but he is still a little worried and dislikes the color of the hat. Although the shape of the hat is not bad, it is green: "Don't I have to wear this stupid hat to trigger this effect? ​​And is the mental pressure in the duel spell damage?"

[This thing can be revealed by choice, just like the Hell Lava Armor. As for the question at the end... Of course, this thing depends on how high your magic resistance is. Non-locals like you are not naturally resistant to spells. This time it was revealed after defeating the gods. Fortunately, other people have not fought against gods, so your situation was not exposed.]

"That's good, I want this one." Fang Qingyun made a decision. An equipment that can increase magic resistance by three points in reality is very necessary, but what Fang Qingyun cares about more are the other two effects. One is the breathing blood recovery method. With breathing blood recovery, even if Fang Qingyun is seriously injured and unable to heal himself, he can still restore a certain degree of mobility.

Although this situation is rare, after all, Hell always has a full medical team and elite cover troops who can be teleported to Fang Qingyun at any time. They can build a sterile room on the spot and defend the surrounding area impregnable. Unless a high-powered bomb can hit the center directly, the effect will only tickle the energy shield.

The other is the defense against attack, which is to some extent much more important than the first two effects. The effect of the defense against attack is similar to modern invisibility, just like a stealth aircraft facing radar. Although you can see me with human power, all your electronic equipment cannot recognize me, and the missiles you fire cannot track me automatically.