Gacha games can't save this bizarre world.

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After quickly cleaning up the battlefield, Zhao Hao planned to go home and sleep.

No, no, no, let's not go home yet. Let's wander around outside a bit more!

Being stuck at home for extended periods can easily lead to a mental breakdown...

Oh, and Elena's plan to get pregnant is terrifying. Her body can handle it, but her mind can't!

Just as Zhao Hao was thinking about where to kill some time, he suddenly paused.

"Disappeared?!" he muttered to himself.

The dream coordinates placed on the black Lincoln have disappeared!

During the previous World War and the journey to the Underworld, Zhao Hao secretly left dream coordinates on his other companions.

This thing has no function; it only allows Zhao Hao to experience their dreams.

Zhao Hao could know when they were dreaming. But Zhao Hao had never tried to access their dreams.

They're all bronze-level masters now. Even a muscle-bound guy like Black Lincoln would have some defenses in the dream world.

Zhao Hao was merely taking precautions, driven by a sense of complacency. He made a seemingly insignificant move.

But now, the dream coordinates on the black Lincoln have disappeared.

In this case, the most likely explanation is that a dream master, whose expertise in dream interpretation is no less than his own, has erased his dream coordinates.

Regardless of whether a Bronze-level Dream Master of this caliber even exists, even if they were erased, it would still be a shock to oneself.

However, the coordinates just disappeared suddenly, very naturally.

One very small possibility is that the subject of the dream is no longer there. In other words, Black Lincoln's spirituality has completely disappeared, because without the dream, the coordinates naturally cease to exist.

Is Black Lincoln dead?

Zhao Hao's expression turned serious.

Black Lincoln is no pushover, and as a potential savior of America, he's incredibly important, protected by the American government at every level. Could he suddenly die?

In the very beginning, the candidates for salvation encountered danger while dealing with large-scale supernatural events. Some were even injured or crippled.

For example, Chris Hemsworth, who is blind in one eye.

However, after these two years, each of them has made rapid progress, and their strength has increased at an astonishing rate!

It's even hard to tell whether they became savior candidates because they grew up too fast, or whether they grew up too fast because they became savior candidates.

These people have already surpassed many veteran Bronze level players in a short period of time, how could they possibly die so easily?

However, in the middle of the night, Zhao Hao received a message from Colt, officially confirming the death of the black Lincoln.

It is said that while supporting India, he mistakenly entered a dangerous situation and ultimately died in battle...

The next day, the remaining eleven candidates for salvation gathered in Free City. Some of them had traveled overnight from Europe.

The expressions on everyone's faces were not good, not only because Black Lincoln, who was also a candidate, had died in battle, but also because after his death, a strange feeling seemed to have enveloped everyone's hearts.

That feeling was inexplicable, yet it lingered. It made it difficult for anyone to be happy.

"What exactly happened? That big black guy with a head full of muscles actually died in battle? Are you kidding me? He could fight a psionic armored division for hours!" Iron Man Thomas was a little agitated.

Many of the candidates for savior have experience in completing missions in teams.

Thomas had witnessed Blacklink's fighting style firsthand. He had taken thirteen volleys of psionic mortar shells bare-chested, causing the entire area to sink by more than a meter, but Blacklink was completely unharmed!

That guy was so tough that Thomas wanted to use his skin as an outer armor!

But he actually died in battle?

Thomas himself didn't know what method he could come up with to kill this black muscle man head-on!

"Calm down, none of us want this to happen..."

"God bless."

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At this moment, in the base hundreds of meters underground, a symbol in one corner of a huge engraved magic circle lit up with a blood-red color.

There are twelve more such symbols in the other directions.

Chapter 474 The Wild Hunt's Feast

Previously, no one paid attention to any savior candidate; they all considered it nonsense. This included Zhao Hao.

But after Black Lincoln died in battle, they all felt a strange anger and sorrow.

Although they come from all over the country, they are actually one group.

Now, one of the members of this group has died.

Although this big black guy was simple-minded and didn't seem much smarter than a gorilla, he was a companion.

Thomas recalled their two previous collaborations, during which Black Lincoln had always stood in front of him during battle, blocking all attacks. The guy wasn't the smartest, but he was reliable enough.

He's dead now.

Although this guy is a very boring soldier who seems to have no hobbies other than following orders, he is a comrade.

The old Witcher Saipan recalled the Yellowstone volcano incident. A few people were drinking in a nearby town. Black Lincoln, holding a glass, was taking big gulps of fresh beer, clinking glasses with himself with a goofy grin, and listening to the others talk.

He's dead now.

Although this guy was pushed out by the military to gain benefits, and he himself can only be considered half a tragedy, he was an ally.

Zhao Hao still remembered that in the Otherworld and the Underworld, Blacklink fought alongside him, always charging at the forefront and never compromising on the execution of plans. No matter how terrifying the attack, he never retreated a single step.

He's dead now.

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Humans are a strange species; when they are alive, you don't feel anything special.

But if one day he is gone, memories of him will involuntarily flood your mind, always making you think of his goodness unintentionally.

This muscular guy who only ever grins is the one who once fought alongside them, always standing at the forefront. Whether facing hundreds or thousands of enemies, or a powerful being like the Lord of Molten Core, he would always be a comrade who steadfastly stood in front of you.

He's dead now.

The Mysterious Bureau has already given Zhao Hao and his team everything about this mission, including all the details, intelligence, and speculations.

The task started a little over a week ago.

Due to the speed of information dissemination and the blockade, it was several days later before the Americans learned of the major incident in India.

When Blacklink and his team arrived at the location, the mission site was already very dangerous—a newly formed mass grave, superimposed with the ruins of a war of gods.

The Underworld? Remnants of a divine battlefield?

“Gentlemen, I think we should go and see for ourselves,” said the schizophrenic Professor X, Sykes.

“I agree,” Thomas said, raising his hand.

Although his prosthetic eye was disguised to look like a normal person's, it was currently scanning everyone's expressions and performing micro-expression analysis.

"Reconsider."

"Agreed."

"We have to go!"

……

Soon, the remaining twelve people reached a consensus.

We need to go and see what killed Black Lincoln.

The Bureau of Mysteries learned of everyone's decision and strongly disagreed with it.

The smiling, chubby bureau chief quickly stepped forward to stop them: "Gentlemen, I know what you mean and I understand your feelings. But you bear heavy responsibilities, and that place is extremely dangerous. You really shouldn't take the risk!"

He took out several stacks of papers. "Our people also tried to explore deeper, but they encountered bronze-level enemies just on the outskirts of the core area. More than thirty people were lost, and only two came back alive."

"We really shouldn't have taken that risk!"

However, the people just looked at him and didn't really pay him any attention.

Professor X, Sykes, was still using his psychic abilities to analyze his mental state.

However, although this fat man wasn't very capable, he still held a high position.

High-level officials in various countries have the strictest defenses against spells and abilities that affect the mind and spirit.

People like the chubby guy must have more than one piece of mental protective gear.

Therefore, Sykes could only analyze intelligence through his body language, tone of voice, and facial expressions.

Even so, cold sweat beaded on the chubby man's forehead; his mental protective gear was under immense pressure!

The chubby man pulled out a handkerchief, wiping away cold sweat while forcing a smile, "It's not that I want to stop you, it's just that... it's just that the higher-ups won't allow it!"

Zhao Hao said, "Here's what we'll do. Go ask them. Tell them we want to see what killed a candidate for savior. If anything can kill us so easily, then this candidate for savior is no different from an ordinary bronze-level expert, and there's no need to organize us together."

"Yes."

That's right.

Others chimed in to agree.

"Alright, alright." The chubby man nodded with a smile. "Then I'll go ask for instructions." He quickly left.

The poet Ciro from the atmosphere group asked in confusion, "What's going on? Now the Bureau of Mysteries has to consult with Ami's superiors before doing anything? And where did Colt go? Why is it always this fat white guy giving orders?"

These Europa candidates are not usually stationed in America, so they don't come often and are not very clear about the current situation.

Zhao Hao whispered, "The Secret Service, at least within the US, has gradually come under the control of the US government. The chubby guy is one of their people. As for Colt, he's probably at home leisurely drinking coffee, right?"

Colt was cooking at home, his brow furrowed, looking rather unhappy.

Because he has very little hair, each strand has its own name—his Jennifer fell out today!

……

Perhaps knowing they couldn't stop them, and not wanting to antagonize the remaining savior candidates, the higher-ups ultimately approved Zhao Hao and his team's actions.

Zhao Hao and his group didn't even take the large transport plane dispatched by the American government; instead, they had the teleporter Sam open a portal.