Ushering In The Internet Era In The Magical World Chapter 435: The gods are crazy
"Uh, something?"
Bellock looked at the several sheriffs outside the door in a daze, and his heart hung directly.
"Belloc? Citizen number mantissa 7854?"
A middle-aged man who was slightly squat and looked rather amiable asked, saying that he was also opening the Internet and scanning to identify Belloc's identity.
"Yes, yes." Bellok nodded nervously.
Although he has immigrated to Kervell for less than three months, he knows that the Sheriff of Kervell must not be underestimated.
Maybe they seem to be just ordinary people in a uniform, but once they disobey the order, they can summon terrible and powerful support at any time.
From the magical puppets that hurriedly arrived in five minutes, to the magic warriors equipped with the hammer of dawn, and even the high-level magicians who saw the dragon see the head and the tail...only you can't think of it, without the fighting power that they can't move.
The rumors trigger the highest level of alarm and even attract the attention of the gods.
In a word, no matter who you are in Kvell, you must obey the rules honestly.
If the sheriff violates laws and regulations, don't panic. The Internet provides you with multiple complaint channels, which absolutely guarantees everyone's legitimate rights and interests.
"Wow, you are the first runner-up of the Zerg Contest, Belok, the wretched hound?" The stocky sheriff confirmed with an incredulous expression.
"Yes."
Bellock nodded with a stiff expression, a flash of pain flashed in his eyes.
This record once brought him endless glory and wealth, but the glory and wealth also brought him endless disasters.
The life of violent wealth made him quickly fall into a drunkard, and when he suddenly came back to his senses, his huge wealth had already been squandered.
If he hadn't thought of his runner-up status, he could emigrate to Kerviel through the special talent introduction program.
At this time, I am afraid he has become a street tramp.
Even so, after immigrating, his life is not very easy. He has experienced extreme wealth, and it is difficult to return to work. He can only rely on live broadcast and the title of runner-up who is gradually dying of consumption and barely maintains a living. .
"Mr. Belloc, don't be nervous, you haven't violated any of Kerviel's laws. We are here this time to seek cooperation."
A thin man walked over the short and fat sheriff and said in a deep voice.
"Cooperation?" Bellok was stunned.
"Should we not invite us in?" The thin man pointed to the low-rent housing that looked like a dog kennel behind Bellok.
"Well, please come in, please come in."
Bellock stepped away in a hurry.
Ten minutes later, the thin man left surrounded by a group of sheriffs, leaving Belloc with a blank look and neighbors in the corridor who pointed and looked wary.
Bellock didn't care about the neighbors' gazes. He closed the door with a "clam" and couldn't help rubbing his face, only feeling dizzy for a while.
These people signed a very strict confidentiality agreement with him.
The contract stipulates that after five days, Party B will forcibly summon his consciousness and participate in a large-scale game simulation. Regardless of the result, he will receive 2 million interconnected coins.
If he can lead the game to win, the prize money will be doubled.
Although he once had a wealth of 24 million, it is in the past tense after all. Even because he once had wealth, the attraction of this 2 million to him is even greater than that of 24 million.
I don't know how long it took, Belloc recovered slowly, he took a deep breath and suddenly clenched his fist.
For higher bonuses, he did it!
……
Five days later, Bellok, who had finished his energy storage, checked the doors and windows, sat in the recliner in advance according to the agreed time, and closed his eyes.
At one point, he only felt that the soul seemed to be withdrawn from the body. When he opened his eyes, the scenery in front of him made his scalp numb.
He appeared in a void.
Under my feet is an ice-like ground, extending into the endless chaos of nothingness.
A scene of light and shadow appeared around him.
[Commander 563, you have ten hours to be familiar with the command system. After ten hours, you will receive a war order. Please be prepared. 】
It was like a sound coming from deep inside, making Belloc tremble all over.
"A new game? Or a rumored evaluation?"
"No, no, aren't these Zerg units? Also, are these maps too realistic?"
"Let me go, it is said on the Internet that the gods of the Internet will use the hands of players to command real battles by confusing the real and the false. Isn't it true?"
Bellock looked at the map, units, and face that appeared around him.
But in the end, he gritted his teeth and fumbled for this command system. At the same time, he was familiar with the types of troops and maps, and simulated it in his mind.
He didn't know that "commanders" like him were everywhere.
In the ten hours he was familiar with the system, there was even a large-scale virtual command center, which had already started to quarrel.
The atmosphere on the scene is boiling, and people who don't know think that there is a war.
Of course, they are discussing war.
This is a virtual command center that does not exist in any dimension of reality. There are floating virtual screens everywhere in the room, and countless strategic goals of the multiverse are displayed on the screen.
The elite consciousnesses from all major middle and high-level members of the Internet God Department gathered here to have heated discussions and formulate strategic plans.
"My lord said that war is the productivity, and it is meaningless to seize the city. They cannot provide us with soldiers, let alone productivity. Instead, they will share our defense forces. Therefore, our first strategic goal should be It is to destroy the opponent’s factory so that they have no guns and no bullets to fight!"
"The gods are not fools. Most of their factories are under the protection of churches and magic towers. It is unrealistic to completely destroy them."
"Industrial production is a system. We don't need to destroy all of their factories. We only need to destroy their core factories to paralyze their entire production chain."
"We can think of this, and the enemy can certainly also think of it, quickly, comprehensively coordinate our production materials, and carry out key protection."
"..."
In the command center, elites from all walks of life from the Internet of Gods are doing their jobs, racking their brains and participating fully.
The crazy development of various information tactics from the mysterious public opinion observation group;
Engineers from the industrial sector stared at their own important factories while staring at the rival factories;
The Zerg Cerebrates are focusing on the resource output map of the multiverse, discussing where to develop, which is more likely to explode;
The high-ranking magicians have a headache for their own defenses. For the actual very abundant magic power quota and the command of the magic airship, they fought and snatched each other.
The conference leaders of the Fourth Natural Disaster, with bloodshot eyes, made various plans for death squads and blew up plans.
Use your legion advantage to the fullest!
For a moment, the command center looked like a gang of demons dancing.
But if you actually observe carefully, you will find that the scene is chaotic and orderly, and the internal competition process is actually the process of selecting the best individuals and solutions.
As a result, the battle plans flowed out quickly, waiting for the decision makers to make a decision.
Although the participants were pushed, they all knew it was virtual and fake.
But everyone is working hard, because no one is sure whether this push is preparing for war.
The most important thing is that this is their closest to God.
The great Internet gods are watching them. This is a god-given opportunity for them to leap over the dragon's gate and skyrocket to ninety thousand miles.
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"What is the predicted winning rate now?"
In the interconnected high-rise meeting room of the core building, Yu Sheng sat on the main seat and looked at Fobos, the **** of prophecy.
At this time, the conference table was empty, and there was a bubble suspended unexpectedly, and the virtual command center appeared inside the bubble.
"50 to 50%!"
Forbos's face was pale, as if he had received a fatal blow.
It turns out that with the outflow of various battle plans and the prophetic authority supplemented by information, the winning rate is getting higher and higher.
This directly stimulated Forbos.
He has always felt that the power of prophecy is very powerful, and the inaccurate prediction is due to insufficient quality, but the facts have impacted his three views.
"There is a saying in my hometown that the wise man must have a loss, and the fool must have a gain. Don’t underestimate the wisdom of mortals. Give them the command of war. Maybe they can do better than us~IndoMTL.com~ Yu Shengan smiled and stared at the virtual command center, showing a wonderful look.
Forbos opened his mouth, trying to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.
"The winning rate is more than 50%, and it seems that there is room for improvement. Your Royal Highness's battle for unity seems to have to be fought?" Avernola asked in a very formal tone.
Her words made the Internet executives nervous.
"Don't rush to conclusions. The battlefield situation is changing rapidly. The predictions return to the predictions. The final result will be waited for after the soldiers are pushed." Yu Sheng calmly said calmly.
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As everyone knows, the gods of the multiverse are going crazy at the moment he is pushing.
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