Gacha games can't save this bizarre world.

To be honest, it's really tough. And it doesn't seem to be very useful.

However, a task is a task, and it cannot be changed according to one's own will.

That day, the black Lincoln received a call asking him to attend a meeting.

On the rescue team's side, he was considered one of the top commanders.

However, he only knew how to fight, and at most he could command five or six superhumans and more than thirty soldiers.

The person in charge of the rescue team is someone else.

"We've received new orders..." The man produced a copy of the orders.

The gist of the message is that this rescue mission is no longer of much use, and after the final sampling task, they will be withdrawn to Ami.

It's all just for show, to impress the international community.

Everyone present was thrilled to receive this news.

I don't want to stay in this place for another second. It's full of monsters and ghosts, it's disgusting.

This time, the area we need to go into is much deeper and more dangerous than any previous mission area.

To this end, Blacklink made ample preparations, steadily leading his team toward the Dead Zone of Joan Mary.

Although he was just a common soldier, Black Lincoln was, after all, an elite soldier who had survived the Annam War and returned alive from the living jungle, and he was quite adept at squad command.

The team moved in and out in an orderly manner, and their defense was effective. They easily killed any monsters they encountered along the way.

However, Black Lincoln was still somewhat worried. This Joan Mary had only been around for a short time, and if it was dealt with promptly, it would be better to mend the fence after the sheep were lost than to delay. But if it continued to drag on like this, there might be something unspeakable that might happen!

If even a George O. G. like this is okay, then once this supernatural toxin, already rooted in people's hearts, spreads, other places will become new George O. G.

In less than a week, monsters with 4-star and 5-star Black Iron rank have already appeared here.

Some of them are even monsters with dual attributes, possessing foreign characteristics, which explains why they are not subject to the control of the Indian authorities.

What Black Lincoln fears most is the emergence of a bronze-level monster. At this rate, it's only a matter of time.

"We need to speed things up! Listen, everyone, quicken your pace, finish the mission as soon as possible, and get out of this godforsaken place. I'll treat you all to a drink at the bar afterwards! There are plenty of shepherdesses out there!"

Encouraged by him, everyone relaxed considerably, and they couldn't help but tell dirty jokes, and their pace quickened.

As you gradually approach the core area, you'll find that not only is the poisonous influence severe, but the number of various monsters is also skyrocketing.

You must know, over ten thousand people have died here alone! Add to that the monsters born from death and resentment, and how many monsters are there here! Every step is extremely difficult.

The psionic weapons in everyone's hands were almost constantly firing. You fired a few shots and took down an Allah's Rotten Zombie, while I used a psionic bomb to take down several strangely dressed, brown, exquisite monsters...

The advance was becoming increasingly slow, and the costs were mounting. There were even casualties!

People could even hear the heavy breathing of their teammates beneath their gas masks.

"Where are we now?" a medical worker suddenly asked.

Everyone was suddenly stunned. Upon closer inspection, they discovered that a thin mist had appeared around them at some unknown time, and the surrounding area was completely empty, leaving them disoriented.

"Don't panic, move closer to me. Sergeant Major, get out the psionic locator!" Blacklink said in a deep voice.

He was a veteran of countless battles, and he remained calm at this moment.

However, I don't know why, ever since I received the order today, I've felt uneasy.

The sergeant pulled out a palm-sized object, resembling an electronic compass, from among the layers of protection.

Ame has a strong research and development capability in psionic devices and psionic machinery. Now, many years later, the Extraordinary Legion has equipped itself with a lot of psionic devices to deal with extreme situations.

Even if there were super-large, extraordinary creatures, they wouldn't be helpless.

However, when the locator was taken out, the black Lincoln's heart sank.

The locator was damaged, and the damage was very professional, causing irreversible damage to critical parts.

Now this thing is just a lump of extraordinary metal.

He glanced at the crowd around him and whispered, "Count the number of people!"

"1!"

"2!"

"3!"...

Registration began quickly, but it turned out that three people were missing.

These three people are Aramco's local staff. Because they are very familiar with the area, they have been acting as guides for the rescue team these past few days.

They were still there before they entered Joan of Arc. But then, somehow, they disappeared.

The thought of the deliberately damaged GPS tracker cast a shadow over the black Lincoln's mind.

……

On Zhao Hao's side, he had been pretending to be a Black Iron 5-star superhuman, "struggling" to deal with Kandes' evil laws.

"I didn't expect you to be so resilient." Kant was no longer human, only human-shaped, and spoke in a sarcastic tone.

“What made you endure this long?” Condé asked.

After all, Zhao Hao was about to be defeated several times, but he always managed to pull through.

He had already endured more than a dozen kinds of punishments from Condes, which surprised even Condes.

Is he really that tough?

Kant said, "Is this your idea of ​​justice? Do you even know anything about the law?"

Zhao Hao, panting heavily, said, "I don't understand! But I understand morality! These laws you're talking about are all immoral! They're unpopular! You'll get your retribution sooner or later!"

Kant waved his hand. "Sooner or later? Ten years later? Twenty years later? Or a hundred years later? Tell me, is justice delayed justice?"

"I've handled too many cases, and I've witnessed far too much evil. Criminals sentenced to death can still be out there, full of life, and people who have caused lifelong illnesses in hundreds of thousands of children have had their sentences reduced multiple times and are about to be released..."

"By the way! Do you know about the child labor scandal that was all over the news a while ago? That poor, kind-hearted boss was fined into bankruptcy, but nobody knows what happened to that little girl who was abandoned by her family, right? I heard she was sent to Elo Island..."

"Shut up!" Zhao Hao shouted, stopping him from saying anything more.

But Condé was delighted; this tough guy was starting to show cracks.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry. There have been too many of these kinds of things. I can hardly remember them all. Oh right, I remember there was a little boy whose family was destroyed because their house was forcibly demolished. What happened to him after that? I don't know!"

He looked at Zhao Hao, who was glaring at him, and asked, "So, what is the law?"

He clenched his fist, his sharp nails digging into his long, withered palm until blood streamed down his face: "Fairness, justice, all bullshit! The law is mine to decide! The strong bully the weak, that's the truth of the world!"

……

"Ah! Die!"

Black Lincoln threw a punch, and the air suddenly exploded. The fist, fifty centimeters in diameter, slammed into the ground like a high-yield bomb. The entire area exploded, the earth cracked, debris flew everywhere, and smoke filled the air.

A crater more than ten meters in diameter appeared on the ground!

Black Lincoln had now transformed into a ten-meter-tall black giant. His skin was so black it shone, even faintly glowing.

Countless bizarre and disgusting attacks rained down on him.

Physical attacks, psionic attacks, curses, filth, corrosive acid, necromancy... seven or eight attacks fall every second, but it's like a gentle breeze brushing against a willow tree, it doesn't matter.

Nothing could break through his defenses!

However, the entire rescue team has been wiped out.

When these monsters launched their attack, hundreds and thousands surged forth from all directions, like an army marching, engulfing everyone like a tidal wave. It was a giant wave formed by countless monsters!

Only Black Lincoln survived, and he kept killing the monsters, but the monsters seemed endless.

He suddenly stopped throwing punches; he had already thrown tens of thousands of punches and killed countless monsters.

He looked into the distance ahead, where he could sense the aura of bronze within the mist.

Bronze monsters have indeed been born here. Did they ambush us?

Chapter 473 The First Sacrifice

"I am the indestructible giant Black!"

Black Lincoln roared, and his entire body swelled up by another three-tenths, transforming into a black mountain of flesh five or six meters tall!

His muscles were all stretched and bulging, each one ridged and bulging to a terrifying degree.

His skin was so dark and shiny, it looked as if it were coated with a layer of glass!

With one kick, the resulting gale tore off a layer of the ground; with one punch, the air exploded like a bomb, even leaving white marks.

With one punch, the ground exploded, and fragments of all sorts of demons and monsters flew everywhere.

The battle has been going on for over ten hours!

Black Lincoln is a professional soldier, practically a special forces operative, and has undergone extensive professional training.

Even without a timer, he could estimate the time by his own heartbeat.

Fourteen hours later, the intensity of the battle was increasing!

From the initial various monsters at 3-star and 4-star Black Iron difficulty, to now all monsters at 5-star Black Iron difficulty.

One after another, they fought off wave after wave of monsters, all kinds of unheard-of and unseen creatures, just like the endless defense game mode.

But all it can do is make him unparalleled at mowing down enemies.

What truly wounded him was the scar on his chest.

Its black chest was as broad as an obsidian floor, but now it bore a crimson scar.

It's about two centimeters wide and thirty centimeters long, which is negligible for a black Lincoln that's fifteen or sixteen meters tall.

But this means his defenses have been breached.

Although he claimed that his defense was invincible, he knew that he wasn't.

The bronze monster held a strange, ancient Indian-style sacrificial scimitar in one hand, blood-red and covered in serrations.

The black Lincoln killed it, taking forty minutes.

The monster broke through Blacklink's defenses with its final blow.

Although it was just a small wound, it didn't heal.