Infinite Horror: The Strongest Zhongzhou Team

All four have experience in chaotic battles and melees.

I thought it was just a change of weapon, and I could handle it.

However, all four of them overestimated themselves and underestimated their enemies.

Compared to ambushes and battles within the courtyard.

On the battlefield, the line between life and death becomes even more blurred.

He hurled his spear, piercing through all the enemies in front of him.

But while many fell, even more rose to the top.

The two fought to the death.

A group of people fought for their lives.

Tens of thousands of people fought for their lives.

These are three different situations.

Wen was the first to give up.

Although it's true that every inch counts, there are just too many people.

One doesn't pay attention.

With a flash of light, his upper body lunged forward.

But his legs remained in place, and he even took a step forward.

Such scenes were commonplace on this blood-soaked battlefield.

Just as Wencai opened his eyes again and was about to rest for a minute...

Only then did they realize that the shouts of killing were still a chaotic mess.

Looking around, I realized that...

I actually revived on the spot?
Instead of starting from scratch as before.

Subsequently, Jiale, Qiusheng, and Jingjing all followed in his footsteps.

Wen Cai was once again caught up in the chaos of battle.

On such a battlefield, death is a constant companion.

Especially for those four beings who can resurrect on the spot.

Death has become commonplace.

They tried every possible method of dying.

"First it was a knife, then a sword, and the third was a gun."

I thought it would be the same as before, but this time...

After dying countless times, the four of them huddled together back to back.

They knew that continuing like this couldn't go on.

Looking around at the chaos and the soldiers with fierce or even crazed expressions.

Jiale suddenly felt a flash of inspiration.

Shout loudly:

"I understand, one man can hold the pass against ten thousand, and the last hint is, 'To slaughter ten thousand is to become a hero.'"

"Ten thousand people!"

"I think we'll need to kill 10,000 people to clear this level."

Qiu Sheng was stunned by Jia Le's words and said:
"Why not die ten thousand times?"

Jiale looked at his cousin as if he were his grandson:

"You'd better pray that it's the first method I mentioned, rather than dying ten thousand times."

The other three only realized what was happening at this moment, and a chill ran through them.

The number of killing someone ten thousand times is certainly despairing, but compared to dying ten thousand times yourself, it's not unacceptable.

After setting a goal, the four separated again.

Anyway, we won't die.

As for slacking off, the pain before death is no joke.

That's someone even Wen Cai couldn't handle.

And on this battlefield with tens of thousands of people using cold weapons.

There's no need to worry about injury or death; it's all about killing people with guns.

A strange skill is being rapidly mastered by the four.

Practice your skills a thousand times, and wonders will naturally appear.

This is exactly what I'm talking about right now.

These techniques may not be fancy, but they are definitely practical.

Because every move they made was built up by their own hands, or by the lives of their enemies.

It's possible that the four of them will never need to use their current marksmanship after they get out.

But once it's needed...

They will either be killed or seriously injured, but the enemy on the other side will also meet their end.

His marksmanship, specializing in killing, has been perfected.

But the war did not stop.

The spears in their hands were merely tools to help them achieve their objective more quickly.

However, as things stand, this task has only just begun.

Even after the number of people reached one hundred, Moss did not want the four to give up.

They thoughtfully marked a number directly in the air.

After this number appeared, it climbed from three digits to four digits very quickly.

However, only one-tenth of it was completed.

Ten thousand people, what does that mean?

Even if the kills are evenly distributed, each person would need to kill 2,500 people.

Qiu Shengwencai has never met so many people in his life.

Now we need to kill so many people.

None of the four were modern people, and none of them had ever played games.

Therefore, there is no concept of NPCs or two-dimensional characters.

Everyone who exists before them is a real person, yet also a non-existent person.

In the real world, during the era of cold weapons.

The longest battle was the Battle of Yingchang during the Southern Song Dynasty.

The two sides in the battle were Yue Fei's army and the main force of the Jin army.

The battle lasted for six hours, with the Jin army suffering 5000 casualties in retreat.

And this is after taking into account the total output of the entire army.

Four people, eight hands, wanting to kill ten thousand people.

How much time is needed?
This is a time that even Moss couldn't calculate.

Because there are too many variables, especially for Jia Le and his three companions.

one day!
Two days?

Time marches on.

All four of them forgot about the existence of time.

In their eyes, all that danced were the numbers in the sky and the long spear in their hands, which had become one with them.
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"In my view, growth is a process in which the old self constantly disappears and the new self is constantly formed."

“Strictly speaking, you are now a brand new you. Normal people have all the cells in their bodies replaced every seven years.”

"During training, I compressed this time to more than three months."

The empty ground was covered with traces.

The metal capsule in the virtual world has been stored away.

The four of them stared in stunned silence at the projection of themselves from three months prior on Moss's screen.

They seemed incredulous.

It was as if I had suddenly entered the world.

At that moment, the expressions on their faces were quite remarkable.

It was as if a thousand words were about to overflow from his facial features.

But for a moment, I didn't know what to say.

In Moss's words, the training was a great success.

Death warrior, swordsman, soldier, martial artist.

Knives in a chaotic battle, swords in a duel, guns for killing, and unspeakable clubs.

"Congratulations on completing this final assessment in just five days."

Upon hearing Xiao Honglu's words, the four of them nodded blankly.

However, after nodding, all four of them were taken aback.

Look up.

"Only five days?"

"Only five days have passed?"

After hearing Xiao Honglu mention the unit of time.

All four of them were bewildered.

"Senior Xiao, how could only five days have passed?"

"We, we!!"

Looking at Jia Le's stuttering.

Xiao Honglu said with a smile, "Are you trying to say that the timing is wrong?"

Jia Le finally calmed down a bit.

He looked at the other three, thought carefully, and then said:
"The assassins and swordsmen in the first two levels were alright; we didn't die that many times, and it probably only took us a day or two."

"But the next two levels, just killing 10,000 soldiers on the battlefield alone would take the four of us more than four days, not to mention the warriors later on."

"So what exactly is this?"

"It's because the flow rate of time is different."

Xiao Honglu didn't keep them in suspense; he just said it directly.

"When I said seven days, I meant seven days here, not seven days inside."

"And there's one more thing you said wrong."

Looking at the four bewildered people, Xiao Honglu said directly:
"You died eighteen times in the first round of assassins, which took a total of six days."

"Swordsmen of the second level, you died twenty-eight times and consumed thirteen days."

"Soldiers of the third level, you have spent a total of twenty-three and a half days on the battlefield."

Hearing this, the time was several times different from what he had calculated.

None of the four understood what it meant.

Jingjing asked in further confusion:
"That's impossible. Among the suicide squad, each of our deaths only lasted a few minutes, and even the stalemates that followed only lasted for ten or so minutes."

"It can't be six days."

Xiao Honglu smiled and shook his head:

"You're talking about the time you've experienced, not the total time. Death is not without its harms."

Upon hearing this, Jiale and Jingjing finally understood what it meant.

The two exchanged a glance and spoke almost simultaneously:
"So every death doesn't actually lead to immediate resurrection, but rather a period of silence without our knowledge?"

"The human body limits the soul, and also restricts the perception of time."

Xiao Honglu looked at the gleaming eyes of Uncle Jiu, Si Mu, and Yi Xiu and the others not far away before smiling and explaining:
"Don't overthink it, the spirits and souls of those four can't take it anymore."

"And this thing isn't as magical as it seems."

"There are also side effects."

At first, the three masters were unaware of what the side effects would be.

However, after Xiao Honglu announced that the training was completely over.

The three masters were startled to see the four people sitting there with blank expressions.

Uncle Nine even thought there was something wrong with his apprentice.

After all, he knew Wencai and Qiusheng very well.

Even when he's injured, let alone when he's not busy, he's not someone who can sit still.

But now.

They had clearly announced the end of training and even given the four of them a break.

They also gave each person a small yellow croaker.

But let alone cheering as they headed to town, they didn't even want to move an inch.

The greedy Wencai immediately placed the gold in his hand beside him.

The lecherous Qiu Sheng became unusually silent after coming out, not uttering a single word.

Just as the three masters looked at

"Don't worry, just let them sit here for a while."

"They can only deal with this side effect on themselves."

Seeing the bewildered Uncle Nine and Four Eyes, Master Ikkyu seemed much more carefree.

After bowing his head and reciting a Buddhist mantra, the monk turned and went back into his tent.

Sitting on the hillside.

Watching the sunset, and then watching the sunrise.

Wencai, who was about to turn into stone, finally came to his senses:

"Qiu Sheng, how many people do you think there are in Renjia Town?"

Qiu Sheng spoke:
"There seem to be over a thousand? Or maybe a few hundred, but it shouldn't be too many."

Wen Cai stood up:

"How about we go and count them to see how many people there are in Renjia Town?"

Wencai probably knew that Qiusheng would refuse, so he simply pulled him up.

The two of them walked towards Renjia Town.

Seeing this, Jiale and Jingjing also came to their senses.

A day and a night allowed the four of them to calm down.

Watching the two walk away, Jingjing hugged Jiale's arm and leaned against him.

"Who was the woman Qiu Sheng killed with a single blow in the final level?"

"Why would he...?"

With a complicated expression, Jia Le hugged Jingjing tightly beside him.

She wasn't allowed to continue asking questions.

But before their relationship could continue to heat up...

Jiale rubbed his eyes.

The grass beneath them, which had been green, turned gray-black and then withered.

Moreover, this withering is expanding outwards at an incredible rate.

But at that moment, a scene that was all too familiar to them appeared in their field of vision.

Five pillars of light descended from the sky: fiery red, fluorescent green, earthy yellow, aquamarine, and brilliant gold.

This invisible, withered boundary line was nailed to the spot.

Jiale and Jingjing stood up in shock and said:

"This, this is the Reversed Five Elements Formation!"

Compared to these two who were completely bewildered.

The other people on the other side all became serious.

Because today is the last day.

If nothing unexpected happens, then the unexpected is bound to occur!
Three minutes ago.

"Cheng Xiao, Cheng Xiao?"

"Please respond if you hear me."

When did he lose contact?

What happened before we lost contact?

Xin'er answered quickly:

"Ten minutes ago, just as sunrise was taking place."

"As is customary, after I woke Cheng Xiao up, I told him the time, and he said everything was normal."

"They also said they had a surprise for us."

"Then I seemed to hear Yue'er's voice, and then I lost the signal, and the backup contact didn't work either."

Both Uncle Nine and Four Eyes were puzzled upon hearing this:
"That's fine too."

Only Xiao Honglu had a furrowed brow.

"No, there's a problem."

"Cheng Xiao told me that two months ago, after confirming that Yue'er had turned into a zombie..."

He has already used golden needles to seal Yue'er's five senses, forcing her into a deep sleep. Our plan is to wake her up after we get home, so that even if problems arise then, we can still treat them, ensuring everything goes smoothly.

“It concerns Yue’er’s life, so Cheng Xiao cannot risk waking her up prematurely. Therefore, the biggest problem is Yue’er’s voice.”

After Xiao Honglu finished speaking, he, Uncle Jiu, Yixiu, and Simu all sensed something and subconsciously looked down at their feet.

Because the cement that was originally sealing the roof had just cracked open.

Just as the people on the field turned their attention to that spot, a second crack appeared, followed by a third.

Then more and more cracks appeared on the cement.

Just then, a pale yellow flame peeked out from the crack.

Xiao Honglu exclaimed in surprise:
"Is this Cheng Xiao's Flame of Life?"

"No, this is not right!"

Before Xiao Honglu could finish speaking, the three people next to him covered their mouths and noses and quickly retreated.

Uncle Nine immediately shouted:

"Watch out, there's corpse poison!"

Two and a half months passed.

The previously plowed yellow earth, nourished by blood, has long since grown into a thriving green grassland.

All that's left is a piece of concrete in the middle.

But just as the pale yellow flame appeared...

The once lush green grass began to wither and die at a visible rate, and the damage was spreading rapidly outwards.

In the blink of an eye, they covered or even surpassed them.

That's when.

The cement completely collapsed.

Cheng Xiao's roar came from beneath the crack:

"Xiao Honglu, prepare for battle!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Honglu did not hesitate for a moment. (End of Chapter)