I Became a God in a Horror Game: 260, Ice Age (day +141)

Killer Sequence Guild, lounge.

The judge against the gods collapsed on the sofa and drank water crazily. The one next to him was in the shape of being dried in the sun. At his feet was a pile of mineral water that had been sucked dry. , and a bottle of restorative.

"The desert dungeon is really hot." Sitting on the far left, his cheeks were flushed from the heat, and he held a bottle on his chest with blank eyes and said to himself, "The game pool is so stupid that the store is banned, and you can't even buy water. I'm going to die of thirst in this dungeon."

"We were careless." The judge against God rubbed his brows, "I didn't expect to be trapped, and I didn't cooperate enough. The main reason is that I didn't bring enough things."

At this moment, I suddenly sat up straight, looked around, and said strangely: "What's the matter, why haven't the spades come out yet? Usually, when we come out of the game, we should stay here in the lounge as early as possible. What about today?"

"I bought a lot of strong acid fuel and entered the Ice Age dungeon." The judge against God said with a smile, "I am playing the [trueend] line."

This time, I understood at once, and went limp again, raised my head and sighed inexplicably: "How many times have you done this, and you haven't given up yet?"

The judge against the gods shook his head, as if he thought it was funny: "No, it's been quite a few times anyway, every time I enter the game pool and see the poster of the Ice Age, Spade will glance twice more, I feel that if anyone is so dazed and doesn’t hold back, Spades will probably jump in and leave us and run away.”

"I have already played the [normal end] line of Ice Age." This is puzzling, "Isn't Spade not giving eyes to the games he has won?"

"What's so attractive about the [trueend] line of this game? Isn't it just a task of collecting corpses, where do you go every day? Do you have to play it?"

Naishen raised his head and downed a bottle of mineral water again, heaved a long sigh of relief as if he was nourished: "I remember that in the Ice Age, the task of collecting body parts of spades was only one piece short each time, and I remember that the difference seemed to be 1 As for the heart, I searched a lot but couldn't find it."

"Anyway, the quality of spades is yours. If you can't find it, you will keep looking for it. Go ahead, it's time to train your mind."

He bit the bottle with a complex expression, and said vaguely: "Spades still have to temper their hearts, so don't you want me to make them in the furnace?"

The judge against the gods held the bottle body, and his expression became quiet.

Then there was silence.

This sentence is a bit over the line - Nishen is the tactician who controls the overall situation, and it is not the turn of a team member to question the decision.

Maybe it’s because he’s been here for too short a time, his temper isn’t very sharp, far less extreme than his tactician’s personality and behavior, and he blends with the team so quietly that he often makes him These players forgot the identity of this tactician.

But a tactician is a tactician after all, and the players are not allowed to be so offended.

He opened his mouth slowly: "Sorry."

"It's okay." Nishen waved his hand indifferently, smiled leniently, and skipped the unpleasant topic, "You have been working with Spade for a year, can you tell me something about it? What is the game that left the deepest impression?"

This kind of routine conversation is not the first time. After Spade failed to successfully integrate into the team, Nishen would talk to other teammates from time to time, talk heart-to-heart and ask questions. We look at spades.

He held the bottle in his hand like Winnie the Pooh and fell into deep thought: "In fact, every game has a deep impression, but if I want to say the deepest thing, it is the game against the Russell Cemetery team."

Naishen recalled for a moment, and quickly answered: "Ah, that match, it was a terrible fight."

This time he nodded with lingering fear: "It's not just miserable, it was the scariest match last year, and I'm going to be wiped out in the end."

The game of Killer Sequence in Russell Cemetery was 16 to 8.

At that time, the strength of Spades had already been highlighted, and everyone was inquiring about this new player whose background was unknown, but, among these inquiring guilds, the least obtrusive one was Russell Cemetery—the The guild did everything possible to dig out the secrets of Spades, trying to discover their weaknesses.

Russell Cemetery was the 12th ranked guild last year, but this team is different from other famous teams. It has no star players and is not strong. Every year, they are all new faces with stage fright, and there seems to be nothing that I can remember.

Of course, it can’t be done. The only characteristic of the Russell Cemetery team that I remember deeply is that they like to abstain in singles and doubles matches very much. Therefore, Russell The Seoul Cemetery was once again called the [Shuangxiang Cannon Team], and Yi Xiaoqi didn’t do anything after playing, and surrendered twice to blow up the field.

But this team's team game style is surprisingly stable, and it can always make a big splash in certain battles, winning with one blow, and even defeating star teams.

Last year's killer sequence almost collapsed in front of Russell Cemetery.

In that game, Spade almost died——Russell Cemetery, according to Spade's fighting style, tailored to find a player with skills that could limit him, and let this player play Killer Sequence temporarily served as a tactician in this game.

——This is a rather cruel skill to use.

As soon as the game started, the Russell team quickly broke out. They grabbed one of their team members and forcibly killed the sacrifice.

Through this sacrifice, Russell's tactician forcibly activated the skill, turning the land under Spade's feet into a big quagmire—this is ‌'s skill.

‌This quagmire can nullify all attacks of a player, and can also slowly kill the player by devouring it. It can be said to be a skill that has been tried and tested. The only disadvantage is that it is too expensive to use ——You need to sacrifice yourself and a teammate to activate the skill.

The more powerful the player being swallowed, the slower the quagmire will swallow.

The negative buff of spades against the quagmire, which cannot attack, has lasted for seven days in the game, and the identity has changed from [attack] to [shield], and it has been worn down to the point where it has no power to fight back. Stuck in a Game Shock map.

But finally the time has come for the quagmire to swallow all the spades.

Half of Spade's face fell into the quagmire, his teammates did everything they could to get the **** out, knelt beside the dangerous quagmire and desperately dug the **** with their bare hands, digging while digging To resist the attacker who comes to sneak attack.

At that time, the ferocious expressions on the faces of everyone in the Killer Sequence team were unforgettable for the audience at that time.

Fear, rage, fear, and fear are intertwined, filled with a strong emotion that can't be put into words, turbid tears criss-cross their twisted faces, and a hoarse and crazy roar erupted from their Adam's apple ——It was a pure fear of impending [death].

Every one of us knows very well that if Spade dies here, we will definitely lose this game.

‌Spades didn't have such a fear, I just looked at these things calmly, the mire was swallowing me bit by bit, ‌‌ said: "You can run away."

But still no one ran away, some howled heart-piercingly, and went shopping like mad.

The spades still won that game.

The collective explosion of the teammates in fear resisted Russell's attacking **** line. After one of the explosions broke out, the arms of the tactician in front were cut off, disarming him. Use it. After the stick, the quagmire skill that traps the spades is released.

A **** that can attack is invincible, so victory comes as a matter of course.

In that game, when Spades crawled out of the bottomless swamp with a whip in their hands, bathed in silt and blood, the whole court was boiling, everyone stood up Little Spade, Little The demon screamed and cheered as if crawling out of the abyss.

‌It was covered with mud from top to bottom. The seven-day tug-of-war left Spade's body covered with all kinds of dirt and horrible wounds. Several broken bones were exposed outside the skin. It stood sharply, and the muddy water mixed with blood clots hung on the bones and solidified.

Even with such an embarrassing posture, there is no doubt that the final victory will belong to this embarrassing guy.

Ten minutes later, Spades stood in front of the defeated and kneeling team, with a normal look on his face, holding a blood-stained whip in his hand, the core tool of the game symbolizing victory was covered ‌ is held in the right hand, and spots of mud drip from ‌'s jaw and knuckles.

The team at Russell Cemetery trembled, and the first-time rookies begged for mercy incoherently.

Spades, who is also a rookie, looked at them without saying a word, separated by the distance between the winner and the loser, the gap between life and death.

This is a game of life and death. They tried their best to plot against Spades, and Spades could completely vent their anger and kill them.

The excited and jumping voices in the auditorium joined together, and some screamed at the top of their voices: "Kill us!"

"——Kill them all!"

The members of the Russell Cemetery team closed their eyes in despair. They underestimated the victory and paid the price of other people's lives, but in the end they underestimated the failure and paid for their own lives.

They think that they will die when they were young, and everyone thinks that they will die when they are young.

Finally Spade asked us a question.

Spades eyes were covered by mud-covered forehead hair, and he said: "You impose death on your teammates, and our teammates try their best to prevent my death, because they are all afraid of death."

"But when you entrust your life to someone else." Spade looked down at the group of people, his eyes hidden under the hair showed no emotion, "I don't see that your fate of death is also controlled by others." Is it tied together?"

The group looked up at Spades speechlessly.

Spades waited quietly for the answer.

Then the tactician whose arms had been cut off raised his head awkwardly and replied: "...It's not like this, we can all survive if one dies, this is our tactic, and this The tactics are effective, even if it’s a **** at the beginning, don’t you fall into it?”

"This is a small way to protect more team members! One death can save so many!" In order to convince others, it is better to convince yourself.

When ‌ finished speaking, Spades nodded calmly as if he had received the answer: "I'm done, you can't see your own destiny."

"I will not kill you, you have your destiny, your death does not belong here, it cannot be bestowed by me." Spade continued without a wave, "You will die on your own In the mud."

The tactician looked at Spades who turned away in astonishment, with tears still in his eyes.

The spades didn't kill them in the end.

But not long after, when the Russell Cemetery team was preparing to sacrifice their teammates again in the next league game, they were preemptively killed by the enemy team.

The tactician drowned in the mire ability he was about to activate.

After recalling the game at the time, I couldn't help but sigh: "I never understood what was going on in Spade's mind from that time on, if I had to be angry, I would have killed those guys right away." Already."

"But I think it's a small matter." Then he looked at the judge against God, and said from the bottom of his heart, "Spades finally realized the importance of the team, so You will only be hired this year."

The judge against the gods pondered, and suddenly said: "Actually, I asked Little Spade why he chose me to be your tactician."

He asked curiously: "How do you answer?"

The judge against the gods smiled: "I said, I saw that your destiny is to be a tactician for me, and then die on the field."

He sprayed water: "I said that directly in front of you?! This is too..."

Threatening death like this in front of the prophet... really deserves you, Spade!

"Correct me, my skill is not prophecy, it's called [Listening to God's Words]." The judge against God shrugged, "Sometimes I can hardly tell whether it's a prophet or I am a prophet , This guy's intuition is so accurate, it's better than prophecy."

"For example, the [Ice Age] dungeon, in fact, we have all been there, and the derivative of the undeveloped creature x that will turn into a new one is actually quite troublesome, even if it is difficult for me to distinguish who is responsible Really, who is the monster, even if we are not low in ability, it is difficult to move an inch in this dungeon - we can't find the target to attack."

The judge against the gods looked at the team members sitting next to him: "But do you still remember when Spade was with us, how did you clear this dungeon?"

The team member muttered to himself: "As soon as I enter, I will kill all the clones except us..."

The judge against the gods nodded: "Yes, as soon as Spade entered, he quickly found Edmund hidden in Xiaoxiao's body, and stopped after killing Xiaoxiao. Using the conspiracy of particle devices to affect the global climate, you can achieve the main task of global warming, and then pass the level.”

"This is the [normal end] of this game." The judge against God spread his hands, "From the time we entered the game to the time we found spades next to a lot of clone corpses, it took less than thirty It will be cleared in minutes."

"Don't you think it's very curious? Why can this guy so easily distinguish who is the monster and who is the monster? The monsters in this game are imitated, but we can do everything we do To the point where you doubt whether you are true or false."

He rubbed his chin and pondered, wondering: "Ah, how do you identify spades?"

"I asked you." The judge against the gods showed a little helplessness on his face, "Why are you wronging me?"

This time I asked: "Why are you here?"

The judge against the gods sighed deeply: "Intuition——I can identify it purely by intuition."

"Although I don't want to admit that my intuition is so powerful, Spades never lie to me." In the team, you must trust my tactics, not your intuition."

"But if my intuition is so accurate, I can't do it at all. I don't have the confidence to persuade Spades to give up their instincts and let me obey my tactical arrangements."

Hearing this, I frowned: "Is there any way, let us go with the intuition of Spades?"

"I didn't." The judge against God took a deep breath, "But it's useless, Spade has no way to accurately express his intuition to us, and his intuition is usually instantaneous To feel, to capture, and when we react, he has already run to a place eight hundred miles away from us."

This seems to recall the miserable life of chasing spades in the game, lying on the table hopelessly, with a miserable tone: "——— We searched in place."

"It's mainly a communication problem. Spades and us started to lose focus after a few words. I can't even beat the gongs and drums to attract my attention." With her head resting on her hands, her eyes straightened, "——Can you come here to let Spades open their minds, so that you can learn how to communicate with you..."

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In the game, next to the Ross Ice Shelf.

After packing up his things, Spade tied his bow to the sled, tied the safety rope around his waist and dragged along, lowered his head and took it out from the map he put in the lining of his jacket, and used it Eyes confirm the next place to go on this wind-wrinkled map.

After going to the buoy point in Ross Sea, Spade went to dozens of points, and now the places on the map have been cleaned up in sevens and eights, leaving only a few small ones locations.

Finally, his eyes swept around the map, and he landed on the inland South Pole, and then he let out a breath of air slowly.

Edmond Observatory.

‌I remember that this seems to be the place where the player named ‌Liu logged in together.

After confirming the target, Spade pulled out the whip attached to his waist, adjusted the fixed skis on his feet, then leaned forward, bent his knees slightly, and locked his eyes through the never-ending blizzard. A certain direction, and then simply swung his arms left and right to slap the snow surface.

The whip slammed on the ground, raising a thick layer of snow all over him. Spade made the whip act as a snowball fight, using the huge reaction force of the whip to the ground to fly fast on the snow. Sliding on the ground, it almost became an orange-red lightning on the vast ground.

If the judge against God is here, he will scream at the spades again. Don't use such an expensive whip as a sled dog, use the force of the whip to pull the sled!

But ‌ is not there.

So Spade wore black goggles, bowed his waist and swung his whip left and right, gliding smoothly, and soon disappeared in the blowing snowstorm.

Taishan Station.

They only stayed at Taishan Station for a while, then took advantage of the unpreparedness and got out from inside, snatched a helicopter parked outside, and found it in the crowd of Taishan Station. ‌He drove the helicopter and flew away.

The wind howls outside the helicopter. Flying a plane in such a weather where the visibility does not exceed 30 meters is like dancing on a pole on the scythe of death. The plane may crash and die at any time.

But Tang Er, the junior driver, failed to disobey Liu's order——Our tactician's eyes are bright now, and he looks excited that he will soon pick up 100 million. They all became slightly anxious, and the slender fingers grasping the back of the driver's seat tightened slightly.

"Where are you going?!" Tang Erda asked with a growl.

‌Liu‌answer: "Edmond Observatory."