Infinite Horror: The Strongest Zhongzhou Team

Chen Zilong put his arm around Jonathan's shoulders and gave him a thumbs up.

He whispered, "Great minds think alike."

Evelyn and O'Connor looked at each other and said:
“Perhaps it’s because of the different construction era or craftsmanship, but the sculptures at the Abu Simbel Temple certainly have them.

But the good news is that there is none on the periphery.

But there are three in the temple, all of them are in a sitting position.”

"In terms of size, it's only about two people."

"But the bad news is that this temple is not in the desert, but in the city."

"Although it's not the city center, but considering the power of the guy you just dealt with."

"I am afraid………"

Hearing this, everyone looked at Zheng Zha.

And Zheng Zha looked at Chu Xuan in the projection without any surprise.

Well, I am the captain of the Zhongzhou team.

Chu Xuan is the brain of the Zhongzhou team, in other words, my brain.

So now it’s right to listen to my brain.

Zheng Zha comforted himself.

"If it is still a stone statue like the one just now, then the solution is very simple."

"And there is no need for high-powered weapons."

"Evelyn, Saito Ichi, is there any magic in the Golden Scripture of the Sun and the Black Scripture of the Dead that can change the terrain on a large scale?"

"It would be best if it could be changed into a swamp or quicksand."

Evelyn thought of the scene where the quicksand had just engulfed the traces of the explosion, and instantly understood what this person meant.

Nodding repeatedly:

"Yes, I remember that. The two you mentioned are both in these two books."

After that, Zheng Zha handed two books to Evelin and Saito Ichi.

Each of them took a book and began to search quickly.

The two of them silently chanted in ancient Egyptian:

"Return of the Dead, no, that's for the mummy, not... Dust... Yellow Spring... that's not it either."

Then Adelaide, Moss, and even Eric joined in.

After all, given the thickness of these two books, it might take some time to find this unique magic.

O'Connor was a little confused by the incomprehensible tones coming out of the four people's mouths.

I began to reflect on whether I had lived a very unsuccessful life in the past ten years, to the point that I couldn't even understand ancient Egyptian.

Compared to the four people who were reading, the male protagonist who was standing there blankly stood out a bit.

It seems a bit like doing nothing.

So much so that most of the Zhongzhou team turned their eyes over.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

"Um, I'm going to help Xiao Honglu check the way."

"I still have no problem with the map."

After O'Connor finished speaking, he shook out the map in his hand.

He held it in his hand and walked towards Xiao Honglu.

Zheng Zha and Li Xiao also laughed when they saw this.

Zheng Zha, who had just finished laughing, finally reacted.

He looked at Chu Xuan curiously and asked:

"Quicksand and swamps can solve the problem of stone statues."

"Then why did you remind us to use nuclear bombs in this Temple of Osiris?"

"Isn't this a waste of half a day?"

Chu Xuan in the projection said calmly:

"From the beginning, there were too many clues telling me that some people in ancient Egyptian mythology might still exist in this world."

"And, Osiris and Anubis are inextricably linked in terms of both identity and legend of their deity status."

"There's no better test subject than this."

"And I also want to try to see if I can touch the main god to change the task or increase the difficulty."

"After all, nuclear bombs are already a destabilizing presence for horror movies."

"Unfortunately, the Lord God did not react at all."

As Chu Xuan spoke, a different look gradually appeared in his indifferent eyes:

Without caring whether others could understand him or not, he started to speak:
"After I successfully helped Zheng Zha and Li Xiao take the locator out, I knew that the Lord God was just an artificial intelligence without wisdom."

"In terms of intelligence alone, even Moss is not as good as he is now."

"But this is not important. According to my calculations, it should be the creator of the Lord God who did it on purpose. There are even special regulations in this regard, such as self-innovation every once in a while to eliminate any wisdom that may be born."

"Because if it were me, I would do the same. After all, having emotions is the biggest drawback of intelligent programs."

"Okay, I've strayed off topic again. What I actually want to talk about is the Lord God's hidden matching mechanism."

"Ever since you told me all your previous experiences, I have been wondering what the Lord God's matching mechanism for the sixteen, no, eighteen teams in the space is based on?"

"That's what you call a team fight."

"Zheng Zha, what would happen if the Japanese team you met was the opponent in the first team battle?"

"Okay, that's too convoluted, like this."

"Or in other words, what will happen if you face yourself now before you entered the mummy?"

Zheng Zha was stunned:

"How about it?"

"If the comparison is like this, is there any need for comparison?"

"We will either lose or be wiped out."

"Because I hadn't created the explosion at that time, otherwise I would have had a chance to fight to the death."

Chu Xuan nodded in the projection:
"That's right, this is the result. We will definitely lose. It is obvious that this result is not what the Lord God wants to see."

"Because I said before that the Lord God's goal is to make people constantly unlock their gene locks and evolve."

"Instead of simply sending people to their deaths."

"So for a matchmaking system without emotions, such a team fight would not normally happen."

"So the god you met back then..."

Just as Chu Xuan was about to continue speaking with a fanatical look on his face.

Zheng Zha walked directly in front of the projection:

"Stop, Chu Xuan, stop thinking!"

"I know what you are about to say may be very important, but I want you to think about it now."

"Wait until this horror movie is over before we talk about it, okay?"

"Also, I understand what you just said. You clearly have a better and faster solution, but you asked us to use a nuclear bomb just to verify a fact that is not even a guess. Is that what you mean?"

Chu Xuan's expression returned to normal, and he looked at Zheng Zha and pushed up his glasses on his nose.

"If you want to think so, you can!"

Chu Xuan's eyes were calm, and he looked at Zheng Zha as if he was looking at a stone, but it was this kind of look and indifferent tone.

It also completely detonated Zheng Zha.

But Chu Xuan continued:

"If you are angry, you'd better go back to the main god space to get angry, otherwise it will delay the next time."

“Because then you can beat me up yourself.

According to my calculations, you will consume 90% of your rage this way, and the cost is only a few dozen bonus points."

Zheng Zha looked at his teammates who seemed both familiar and unfamiliar to him, and he actually felt very conflicted.

Before resurrecting Chu Xuan, he knew that there would be a scene like this.

Because he understands Chu Xuan and he also understands himself.

Zheng Zha took a deep breath, turned around, walked towards the splint, sat cross-legged on the spot, and began to circulate the internal energy in his body.

When O'Connor saw this, he followed suit and sat on the ground.

Gesture back and forth with both hands.

Chu Xuan looked at Zheng Zha's leaving back and murmured in a low voice:

"Have you grown and improved? Really fast!"

Then he hung up the projection.

"By the way, where's Jonathan? Haven't seen him since just now?"

Li Xiao asked.

O'Connell from the lookout called down:

"This bastard is at the stern of the boat. He must be drinking again with Chen Zilong in his arms. But your wine was really delicious last time."

His brother-in-law guessed correctly, Jonathan was drinking secretly.

Only this time he wasn't drinking just for the sake of drinking.

But for an unclear dream.

"Cheers, let's celebrate our victory over God!"

After saying that, Jonathan and Chen Zilong took a big sip in the same posture.

Jonathan felt dizzy from the alcohol and asked:
"Zilong, what do you mean by a group of people listening to a person speaking on the stage?"

Chen Zilong was puzzled:
"Speak?"

"The leader is speaking?"

"No, you mean talk show?"

Jonathan shook his head:

"Talk show? What's it called there?"

Chen Zilong nodded:
"It has only become popular in recent years. Just like what you said, one person talks and a group of people listen." Just after he finished speaking, Chen Zilong saw Jonathan lie down with his head tilted.

Only then did he smack his lips.

And this time.

Compared to yesterday, this inexplicable dream seemed a lot clearer.

After falling asleep.

Jonathan only felt that his consciousness had come to a special European dome building.

This looks like a church but it doesn't look like one.

Because there are no rows of benches for believers to pray.

There is no statue of God in the front either.

Some are people standing one by one, densely packed with people.

There were so many people that Jonathan didn't know who they were or what they were doing.

But Jonathan had a hunch.

The person standing at the front of the group is the one standing on the platform.

It seems like it’s me?
Moving his sight forward, Jonathan finally stood opposite the upright figure in the front.

Then the dream world came alive.

All the blurriness faded away like a veil being lifted.

And he also started to move.

This self standing on the high platform.

His eyes were cold and firm, like a sharp dagger, piercing straight into the heart.

At this moment, I feel like I am not myself.

At this moment, I have a tall stature and a loud voice.

It echoed throughout the building.

"If I fall, I'll get back up... but I won't fall."

"So in this fight, there will be two outcomes."

"Either the enemy destroys us, or we destroy the enemy."

"We will work hard, we will sacrifice, yes..."

"But the final victory will belong to us..."

"It will definitely belong to us!"

He slowly raised his right hand, and a murderous aura immediately filled the entire space.

His voice was low and powerful, and finally roared on the high platform.

His eyes glared across the audience.

Everyone in the audience seemed to see themselves in his eyes.

It was scenes like this that made them so excited.

He on the stage finally withdrew his gaze and looked behind everyone.

The people in the audience knew that he was not looking at the wall, this man was looking at the future.

"Victory...will...eventually...be ours!"

With every word he uttered, his voice seemed to penetrate everyone's heart.

Everyone in the audience looked at his outstretched right hand.

Young adults, old people, women, and even children.

They all stretched out their right hands at the same time and swung them straight forward.

Shouting excitedly:

"victory!
victory!

victory!

victory!

 …”

Everyone's voices were in unison and loud, deafening.

There was even a terrifying force that seemed to be blowing your head off.

The air was filled with a depressing yet fanatical atmosphere.

Everyone's face was filled with desire for the future and endless admiration for the leader.

And he continued his stirring speech.

His gestures were broad and powerful.

Every wave was accompanied by even more enthusiastic cheers from the people below the stage.

In this frenzy, everyone seemed to be swept away by an invisible force and lost themselves.

All that remains is infinite loyalty to the person ahead.

No, it's not about getting rid of the self.

It is clarifying their lives.

It is to perfect this terrible world.

At this moment, Jonathan couldn't help but think.

What is the difference between him and God at this moment?
No, it's not him, it's myself!

Another self, a self that I don’t even recognize.

But it's different from myself.

He became famous and sought after through theft.

And he truly fulfilled his foolish dream back then.

Just when Jonathan thought it was over.

The meeting came to an abrupt end.

The straight figure on the stage walked down.

The crazy crowd around them automatically separated to both sides without any soldiers' vigilance or control.

It seemed as if everyone present was the strongest and most loyal soldier.

Walking in the middle of the crowd, he shouted to both sides without any hesitation:

"If I fail, wrap my body in a crucifix."

"Send it back to this city..."

And facing this man's words.

Everyone present answered with two words.

That means "must win!".

The door opens.

Jonathan also saw the person the man had interrupted the meeting to see.

But what surprised Jonathan was that he knew this person.

Short black hair.

The eyes behind the glasses were indifferent and not like those of a human.

He was wearing the black training uniform that Jonathan was familiar with.

It was this sudden meeting that made Jonathan murmur two words.

Chu Xuan!

"Chu Xuan!"

The first Chu Xuan is what Jonathan had in mind.

The second Chu Xuan was this man who seemed unable to control his mouth and recited it out loud.

It was as if he was influenced by Jonathan.

But no matter what.

These two words finally reached the ears of the man opposite.

A smile appeared on Chu Xuan's lips.

But what didn't match the smile was the pair of eyes that were completely calm.

Chu Xuan looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, who was 90% similar to someone in terms of height and appearance.

He pushed up his glasses and said calmly:
"That's it, Jonathan!"

As Chu Xuan said this, the dream world suddenly pulled away.

Then Jonathan was plunged into darkness.

In the darkness, Jonathan remembered that he seemed to have changed his name.

I changed my father and mother, and also changed my growing environment...
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"The final Death God Legion will definitely be more powerful."

"Do we have to fight?"

"Yes, it will happen. As long as it is the Lord God, he will face it in the end."

"So, what do you have in mind?"

"The army of this era? Or the undead army of the Eastern Dragon Nation?"

"All!"

"Both of them?"

Chu Xuan seemed to know what Xiao Honglu was thinking.

He smiled and said:

"Don't look down on the army composed of ordinary people in this era."

"Anubis can only make the body immortal, but someone can make the spirit immortal!"

"Because there has never been a lack of miracles in the records of human history!"

"Especially when it comes to the word war!" (End of this chapter)