In the last five minutes when the copy was about to be closed, no one saw the shadows in the dark gathering quietly, roaming the ground full of unknown colors, permeating this world full of gunpowder, flames and howling.
As a professional destroyer, the devil can see at a glance that it is impossible for the current appearance to pass the judgment of the main system.
However, for newcomers who have the courage to try for the first time, it is certainly worthy of praise for being able to do so.
For the sake of surprise enough in this show—
He was too boring, and too lonely, too much hope that someone of the same kind would stand in front of him and watch him go from immature to maturity with his own eyes.
The man who disappeared from the dark stared at the white-haired magician who was swarmed in the distance, gave an inexplicable chuckle, and then took a step back into the endless darkness.
Zong Jiu, who was standing in the middle of the playground, seemed to feel it, and looked up.
Looking ahead, there is a raging fire, smoke and dust, flying sand and rocks, and no people can be seen.
But I don't know why, but Zong Jiu's demon radar buzzed with intuition.
no.1 must have done something behind his back that he didn't know.
In the next second, where no one could see, the shadow faded silently and stuck to the last npc hiding in the ruined wall, instantly dyeing his pupils to pitch black.
At the moment of completion, the cold system prompt sounded in everyone's ears.
[The one-hundred and twenty-day countdown has arrived, and the main task is due]
[Remaining number of survivors: 461]
In an instant, the flames that were still flying and flickering just now were fixed.
The papers floating in the air are fixed there for life.
Farther, through the ruined wall, the police car with the horn has arrived.
Faceless people stand silently on the far side, because of the main line of the copy, they can only act as supporting actors and cannot intervene for a while.
A little farther away, the camera tirelessly broadcast the situation in the school to the major media of this copy. Many parents who sent their children in by themselves have also seen this scene.
This matter may be useful or useless, and perhaps another new first middle school will be built on the ruins soon. Under the premise that this social environment has not changed, performance will always be the criterion for judging a person's excellence.
However, all of this has nothing to do with the trainees who left the copy.
After the mechanical sound of the main system is activated, all the backgrounds are turned into solid color blocks, which are still in the air.
[Please wait, the system is being judged...]
[Collective copy of B-level trainees: No. 1 Middle School, the copy has been destroyed]
[Clearance rewards are being settled... The dungeon is being closed... It will be sent immediately after 30 seconds, and the location: the studio]
There are a thousand B-level trainees when entering the dungeon. When leaving the dungeon, the number of people dropped sharply to less than one-half. It is equivalent to one out of every two B-level trainees being left in this collective copy forever, with no bones left.
No one spoke for a while, and silence spread silently.
They knew that the people they lost in this copy, perhaps their former companions, would never return.
Fortunately, the last thirty seconds are enough to hold a brief funeral.
Jiuban wiped his tears and bowed to the surrounding fire and broken walls.
They will live well, with the share of the 15th and the 99th, live well.
... ...
The studio hall is still what they looked like when they left.
The green grass of Olympus Mountain is dripping with green grass, and no mountain can be higher than the sacred mountain. Even the distant Everest has to bow under the suspended sacred mountain and present the glorious white reflection on the snow peak.
The temple of the twelve main gods stands high in the distance, and the golden bottle of the goddess of youth is no longer a colorful spring water, but reflects an unknown color.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that there has been a tragic massacre here, with shocking blood hanging on the top of the ivory stone pillars.
Except for the S-levels, which are distributed in different copies, each of the other ABCD-levels has a separate collective copy, which is very uniform for one hundred and twenty days.
When the time came, all the survivors of the four levels were transferred here, looking at each other.
B-level trainees were thrown into the tragic copy of the college entrance examination, forced to learn knowledge that was useless for them for 120 days, and sacrificed a full five classes.
The A-level trainees are not much better. Their copy structure was on a luxury cruise ship that had recently gone to sea in the middle of the twentieth century. The main system imposed a negative buff for everyone to drink water, so fresh water became a scarce resource on this cruise ship. In the next 120 days, the cruise ship will sail through the Arctic Ocean and the Atlantic Ocean. However, due to a storm and the compass fails in the middle of the journey, not only can it not find its way, but it will also encounter a group of terrible murlocs.
As long as you are infected by the murloc virus, or if you don't drink water in this atmosphere, your body will grow fish scales over time and become a horrible creature that can't be seen all day long.
Like the copy of No.1 Middle School, the A-level copy also tests humanity and hearts.
As soon as fresh water was scarce, everyone wanted it, and immediately split into several camps. They secretly attacked each other, stabbed them in the back, and the scenes were more exciting than one.
The collective copy of D-level trainees is located on a desert island.
There are not only terrible aliens on the desert island that can be transformed into human-like appearances, but also pull out a survival bar, forcing the trainees to have a Robinson Crusoe.
Those terrifying monsters will not only become human after eating people, but they can also get the memory of the past. It can be said that there is no mistake in the role played, which makes the trainees miserable and impossible to guard against.
The C-level trainee is the most miserable of these several levels of trainees. This copy even lost an S-level, which is enough to see its danger and difficulty.
They were dropped on the copy of Olympus Mountain, which was obviously a Greek mythology system, but they were forced to open a copy of the Norse mythical gods Twilight. The gods turned into cruel existences fighting for faith, no less than any ghost they encountered in the horror copy, a large death, there was no reason to say.
The number of people on the steps representing C-level trainees has also been reduced the most. Originally, there were several thousand people, but it was abruptly reduced to just over one thousand.
After so long tormented the human heart copy, all the trainees have obvious exhaustion on their faces, and everyone has an unreal feeling of being separated from the world.
Many trainees finally reacted, crouching on the ground with their faces covered and crying.
One hundred and twenty days is long enough. Compared with other horrible but fast dungeons, this collective dungeon is more like a difficult time. It makes people difficult to survive, but also physically and mentally exhausted.
[Panoramic camera turned on successfully]
Along with the sound of the main system landing, the surrounding high walls also slowly fell from the void, like a gift box being re-covered. After half a minute, the mountains of Olympus were no longer visible, and the hall became a gorgeous appearance with scarlet carpets and gilt chandeliers hanging from above.
[All the trainees are assembled, and the third round of the competition and the fourth grade rating will start soon]
[Because the third round of the sub-section competition is a collective copy of the elimination system, the grades will not be eliminated for the trainees in this scoring, only the level changes will be made]
The news of the main system came out, and a gloomy trainee immediately became full of energy and wept with joy.
They finally survived the collective dungeon, and it would be too cruel if they came back to accept the level elimination. Fortunately, this time the collective dungeon has achieved the main system's intentions, and the main system does not need to push the trainees too tightly. In particular, they should understand the opposite of the truth, and on the contrary, they can achieve better results.
[Ah, finally, the main system has finally become a person]
[+1, I followed the four live broadcasts and watched four collective copies, but I almost saw myself as autistic. Now I am so lucky that I didn't sign up for the thriller trainee... Although it was my rubbish I don’t necessarily have the strength to be selected, Gan]
[In fact, the level is the same as whether it is eliminated or not. If you are not conscious in the game, you will get away with it this time, and the next time you may be recruited, you will die sooner or later.]
The white-haired magician is still standing on the steps of the B-level trainees, even his posture has not changed.
Below, Xu Su and Xu Sen, who had just escaped from the dungeon, waved to him, indicating that they were all right.
Zong Jiu nodded nonchalantly, and raised his eyes to look at the high place. Zhuge An was sitting upright there, the throne in the center was still empty.
Zong Jiu hasn't forgotten that he and Zhuge secretly still have an account to settle.
Of course, even if this account is not counted, he believes that Zhuge An will take the initiative to come to him.
Prior to this, the most worthy of his attention was what the devil did at the end of the copy of the first middle school.
The chandeliers on the dome began to go out one by one.
After the level elimination is not carried out this time, the atmosphere among the trainees is much relaxed, at least not the slightest state of tension before, and even the acquaintances have begun to talk and laugh.
"This time the collective copy is really a disaster."
An A-level trainee sighed, "The entire A-level has only survived half of it, so I can catch up with the S-level dungeon."
High-level trainees may stay in the same organization as each other.
Although the levels are not the same, they are all acquaintances they know at any rate, and they start chattering all at once.
During the conversation, Grade B answered the words happily, "Indeed, if the magician and His Royal Highness Van Zhuo took us to destroy the dungeon together, it is estimated that Grade B can only live back three hundred people."
After he said this, the whole piece was silent for a second.
All the A-level and C-level who heard this sentence looked at him with damn eyes.
"What did you say? You destroyed the collective copy?"
The trainees asked in disbelief, "Destroyed? Is the main system ruined?"
One stone stirred up a thousand layers of waves, and more and more trainees heard the news and looked over.
Without exception, everyone had a look of shock on their faces.
Many A-level eyes looked suspicious, and they obviously didn't believe what the B-level had just said.
"How is it possible... I haven't heard of a situation in which a copy can be perfectly destroyed except that adult for so long."
"That is, the previous copy of the Terror Zoo destroyed the entire elite group of a large organization. If it does not meet the criteria of the main system, as long as there is an error, it will be directly wiped out according to the guilt of harming the npc, otherwise it will not be tried for so many years. There are not many people. What's more, this is still an advanced copy."
They whispered, which made many B-class escaped unconvinced.
"If you don't believe it, you can ask other people."
"That is, one person can be said to have been blinded by you. We have so many B-levels. Ask other people to try?"
So many B-levels have come out to confirm this news. Class A, you look at me, I look at you, only then did you accept this amazing fact with difficulty, and exclaimed again and again.
"Fuck, awesome, why did you destroy the copy?"
"We didn't expect... The main reason was that the copy also had an excellent environment, so in a nutshell, a lot of things happened in the middle, and it's not clear to say, but the result is-we bombed the school."
"Although it was very depressing and scared to think about it at the time, but now I look at it, oh, it seems to have fulfilled my usual dream of my school days!"
"Sure enough, the same world, the same dream, I can't wait to burn the school every day when I go to school."
"That's not it, it's so cool, the magician is really good at it. Hurt, I thought that when we were doing the final review at the beginning, people were swaying to play, but I didn't expect the final plan to go so smoothly. Alas, why didn't we get it in the first place? Class nine."
"really."
Another B-level sighed with emotion, "I really understood why the trainees in their class were willing to rush up to protect the class, but now I finally understand."
A group of people stood there, sighing with emotion afterwards, gesticulating their fists, and avenged their revenge before leaving. They were so happy that they even began to sing on the spot.
"The sun is in the sky, and the flower smiles at me. The teacher said, early, early, why do I carry explosives/drugs/bags~"
"The teacher doesn't know. As soon as I pulled the string, I ran, and there was a bang that the school was gone!"
other people:? ?