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Chapter 502 The Knife
'Faster, faster!'

Gray Rain gripped the joystick, recalling the scenes he had seen through the [Death Notes].

Over the next 72 hours, Li Sheng's potential death locations are a primeval jungle, a train carriage, and an ancient castle.

There is no gray rain in any of the three paintings.

This could be because Grey Rain was too resilient to die with Li Sheng, or it could be that Grey Rain wasn't by Li Sheng's side when he died.
Thinking of this, Huiyu tensed up and continued to push the control lever forward.

The frigate has a diamond-shaped silhouette, with an aerodynamic shape resembling a scaled-down version of the Chengdu J-36. Since the underside doesn't need to carry missiles or electronic warfare pods, the extra space appears to be used to house high-density batteries and an onboard central computer.

Ignoring the NGAD (Next Generation Adaptor) project, a sixth-generation fighter jet program repeatedly hampered by various Smith commissioners and subject to cancellation and re-evaluation, the US military's current fifth-generation fighter jet, the F-22, still uses IBM's PowerPC G3 chip from the mid-1990s, a 233MHz, 250nm process. Its computing power is inferior to that of a PS2 game console, and even more so to a smartphone.

The reason for this is that fifth-generation fighter jets themselves do not require much computing power, and can delegate a large number of computing tasks to dedicated acceleration units.

With such an advanced central computer, the performance of the flight control system in the edge fighter jet has been pushed to its limit.

Using a flexible, crack-shaped multifaceted structure made of shape memory alloy, it can complete a large-angle deflection of over 30° in 0.1 seconds. The onboard AI can even predict the intentions of ash rain and adjust flight parameters in advance. It's as convenient and easy to use as driving a car.

Although Gray Rain had never taken a driving test, she had played racing games and flight simulators. This experience gave her the illusion that "I'm actually a fighter jet genius."

"On another note, the [Compassionate Soul-Giving Melody] can imbue objects with souls; using it on a frigate should bring it to life. If we also equip the frigate with the [Silver Wing Light Path], which optimizes mechanical life, we might be able to create a Megatron."

Gray Rain's little brain was a jumble of thoughts. Suddenly, it occurred to him that the Edge Fighter's computing power was so high that if it were given a soul and further optimized, wouldn't its IQ far surpass his own, allowing it to directly obtain a doctoral degree?
That won't do. If there's a genius who's also a mechanical life form to compare myself to, I'll become an Android robot with Android thinking and Android logic. How can I play on my phone and play games with a clear conscience?

Just as she was lost in thought, the white horse tombstone in the back seat suddenly looked serious and patted the driver's seat. "Could you slow down first?"

"what happened?"

Gray Rain immediately released the control stick. By this time, the fighter jet had already dived more than 200 kilometers away, but still could not see any trace of Li Sheng, Barthemos, or the centipede octopus.

"I can sense the presence of multiple extraordinary beings below the abyss."

White Horse Tombstone earnestly stated that melee players generally have a more acute sixth sense; some can even vaguely sense whether the food being delivered is pre-made based on the deliveryman's footsteps in the corridor.

Upon hearing this, Gray Rain immediately turned off the lights inside and outside the fighter jet and activated slow cruise mode.

Claudia, in her bat form, took out a glass bottle containing purple dust and removed the cap.

Its name is [Fog of Deception], a perfect-grade consumable. When activated, it makes friendly units within range invisible and grants them a movement speed bonus.

Because it is a self-developed product of the Witch Alliance Guild, the cost is relatively controllable.

The fighter jet, shrouded in the "Fog of Deception," had its tail flames completely invisible, and it descended at a steady speed in a nearly silent manner.

Soon, the passengers on board spotted the glowing jungle that resembled the planet Avatar in the distance, and three non-human players from another world who were not deliberately hiding themselves within the jungle.

"The centipede's breath ceased here,"

A griffin covered in heavy armor stood on a treetop, lowering its head slightly to sniff the air.

It is nearly 5 meters long and has a wingspan of nearly 12 meters, with shimmering golden eagle feathers and yellowish-brown animal fur. The tongue in its beak emits a strange, clicking sound, which, with the system's translation, becomes understandable human speech.

"There was also an extraordinary being on site who could not be smelled of sweat, sebum, or breath odor, nor did he have any sex pheromones or cortisol. All of these were sealed off by him through the closure of his pores. This indirectly proves that he has a superb control over his own body."

"Suspected melee-type superhuman, or a spellcaster specializing in body modification." The griffin's voice sounded like a magnetic female voice in her early thirties. She sniffed again to confirm, "And recently, she's had contact with dehydrated, fried, thinly sliced ​​potato chips flavored with sea urchin and squid."

"Dehydrated and deep-fried thin-layered potato slices. Isn't that just potato chips?"

The creature that responded to the griffin was a gray-furred rabbit-like being, 1.4 meters tall, standing upright against a tree, wearing a green trench coat and a rustic wooden recurve bow without a string on its back.

Rabbit Ranger complained, "What kind of weird flavor is sea urchin and squid?"

High in the sky, White Horse Tombstone and the others couldn't help but glance at Gray Rain. Earlier, on the poisonous gas plain, Gray Rain, finding it too boring, had taken advantage of his iron stomach and opened his protective suit mask to eat.

Things like White Flower Snake Grass Water, Snail Rice Noodle Flavored Yogurt, and Zhou Hei Ya Spicy Candy.

The odor molecules probably stuck on at that time.

In the primeval jungle, besides the griffins and rabbit-man rangers, there is also a mushroom-man.

It is over three meters tall, with broad shoulders and a thick waist. It has a flat, cone-shaped brown cap on its head, like a conical hat, and two tiny, almost invisible eyes on its thick, white stem.

He held a heavy machete in each of his muscular arms.

Mushroom Man remained silent, and Rabbit Ranger, used to his companion's taciturnity, analyzed to himself: "Centipede went to hunt down the escaped hacker Bartmos. Now Bartmos has been recovered, but he and another human superhuman have disappeared. We can only assume that he used [Zok Nellofa's Game]."

We traded one for one with the opponent, entered a dark duel, and stalled for time until we arrived.

Only a powerful player at level 29 or higher could consistently outmaneuver him.

Just as Rabbit Ranger said, Bartmos, like the other three players, was sealed in cylindrical glass containers, wearing collars, handcuffs, and shackles, and remained motionless.

These non-human players from another world were unaware of the existence of Bartmos's personality backup, who was probably also in hiding.

Therefore, Rabbit Ranger went directly to the second to last cylindrical glass container, pressed the button, and partially released the seal.

The second glass container held a swordsman with a goatee, an unattractive face, and even a somewhat sleazy appearance. He was none other than the Lv33, [Ten Thousand Miles Sealed Blade], whom Bartmos had mentioned earlier.

"hiss--"

Wanli Fengdao had just been unsealed when he tried to draw the longsword tied to his waist. However, the collar, shackles, and other equipment held him down tightly, and his strength was less than that of an ordinary person.

Worse still, the glass container also acted as a kind of mental imprint, preventing him from having the thought of returning to the real world.

“Hey, human monkey,”

Rabbit Ranger stretched out his rabbit paw and tapped on the outside of the glass container, coldly asking, "Besides the four of you, are there any other people involved in this mission?"

"Who? Who's talking?"

Wanli Fengdao was, after all, a veteran human superhuman from the second batch of experts, and he had no good feelings towards non-human players from other worlds, especially since he had been ambushed and captured.

His eyes widened immediately, deliberately ignoring the rabbit-like swordsman who was less than 1.5 meters tall. He looked around and muttered to himself, "What the hell?"

(End of this chapter)