Copy of the reckless man: I can see the status bar

Several people who were listening to Long Yuanhai's historical story suddenly felt chills running down their spines, and the oppressive feeling of death did not weaken as they continued to skip levels.

Physical enemies are not scary.

Unknown crises are the most terrifying.

They had only passed the first day of their thirty-day survival.

God bless the central region of the continent, the new city.

All you can see are large swaths of dark red.

Countless people of all shapes and sizes are busy among them.

The high sky is as dark as ink, as if the brush of heaven has been covered with ink, and it is dense in the high sky, covering up the stars in the sky.

Can't see the moon, can't read the stars.

This land is like an eighteenth level of hell, exuding fear and foreboding that make people shudder at the first glance.

The accumulation of greenish-black mud buried half of the grim bones left behind by an unknown creature.

"Swish."

A small rodent about the size of a mouse crawls dexterously on top of the skeleton.

The tiny tentacles extending from its limbs are like hooks, firmly fixing its small body on the glorious dim bones, so that even if it is walking upside down, it can still walk on flat ground.

The tiny black carapace covering its body is like frosted biomass armor, covering up light reflection to the greatest extent, making its movements less likely to be detected by natural enemies.

Countless building materials of unknown origin were piled together haphazardly, like inferior building blocks put together by children at will, creating one bloated tall building after another that was crooked and swaying constantly.

Ten thousand years ago, this place was the most sacred sanctuary in the entire Divine Blessing Continent, and also the location of the most glorious city in the entire continent.

Countless ordinary people and practitioners hope to settle here, dreaming of one day stepping onto the divine level and becoming one of the many glorious and great gods.

However, that is all old history.

The gods of the past have long since disappeared, and the past prosperous days of human cultivation have also faded into nothingness like waves.

Today's human beings should not talk about restoring the past when technology and cultivation were highly developed.

Even the most basic social system has regressed back to the original era of ignorance, and it is just surviving in the cracks by relying on the remaining power of the gods of the past.

The real masters of God Bless the Continent are no longer the humans they once were.

Alien beasts and new humans are the current masters of this continent.

Um.

At least a common owner.

The alien beasts and new humans that mutated due to the radiation of divine power thousands of years ago are not an iron wall of strong alliances, but are on the contrary, existences that are at odds with each other.

Each one wishes the other would die.

The human survivors of the old era, that is, the small tribes who relied on the artifacts to survive, barely managed to survive because of this environment.

A silver-white teleportation wormhole opened in an abandoned basement on the edge of the new city.

Five players with bloodstains on their bodies rolled out of it, as if something extremely terrifying was chasing them and might kill them at any time.

The moment they touched the ground, they did not think about observing their surroundings or their own environment. Instead, they immediately made a fighting stance and faced the closing wormhole.

It wasn't until the two-meter-diameter silver-white mirror gradually shrunk into nothingness and dissipated into the air that the guys with frightened eyes finally breathed a sigh of relief.

They all collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily, and their eyes showed the joy of surviving the disaster.

"We. We survived."

A woman with short hair who was missing half of her arm murmured, and then she grinned in pain from the wound. Then she quickly took out a bottle of the best healing potion and drank it, hoping to heal the broken arm as soon as possible.

The five of them are not members of the same natural team.

It was two teams that happened to bump into each other in the central area.

Originally, they were all fully staffed, but the quantitative change in the number of monsters caused a qualitative change.

No one knew why after both parties arrived at the same time, there were two A-level dark distortionrs standing there.

For Lu Wenwu, who knew the opponent's weaknesses, these two dark aberrations were easy to kill in an instant. They were nothing to be afraid of and could only be made into sheep's heads to drink.

But for these A-level players, the battle between two A-level dark aberrations was a brutal one.

Four A-level players can barely compete with the A-level BOSS.

It doesn't mean that eight A-level players can barely compete with two A-level bosses.

The inequality is immediately resolved.

In order to leave the chaotic maze, three players were killed, and the rest were seriously injured, at least with broken limbs.

In this way, they barely killed a dark aberration and rushed into the teleportation wormhole.

As for how the other two teams of four killed two people instantly in the "maze", they also didn't know.

I rested for about five minutes.

At a certain moment, the five people in the room suddenly looked at each other, and then all retreated together with their initial teammates, taking a defensive posture.

They were running for their lives side by side just now. It only took them a moment to look at each other, and this fragile alliance collapsed instantly.

This copy is not protected by copy rules.

Killing people can explode equipment!

"Hey guys, calm down."

On the other side of the trio, a less injured white man stood up and motioned for everyone to stop being so tense.

"We have all seen the situation in this dungeon. Not long after we entered, six players have already lost their lives. The mortality rate is a bit outrageous."

"Under such circumstances, we can only survive if we cooperate. If the monsters from before come again, we will have no choice but to wait for death! I suggest that we sign another contract."

This white man was probably quite popular and eloquent. He then listed the interests and eased the atmosphere between the two parties.

Under his persuasion, the five people actually gave up their plans to fight among themselves and signed a cooperation contract.

Moreover, he volunteered to go out to explore a circle of information, and brought back a new human being as the source of the information for a little torture to prepare for their next actions.

If Lu Wenwu were here, he would definitely feel familiar with the appearance of this new human being.

Tentacles, chitinous carapace, multiple facial features, multiple limbs.

This was exactly the same as the survivors and evolvers he saw in the first dungeon he officially participated in. They were completely carved out of the same mold.

Soon, the results of the torture came out.

This guy knows nothing about the so-called social structure, geographical environment, etc.

He only knew that the entire new city was ruled by a person called the "leader", who were all believers of the New Human Evolution Cult.

The leader is the descendant of God, the greatest being in the world besides God, and has lived for many, many years.

He himself has to obey the orders of the "priest" and perform high-intensity work every day.

A little laziness will become blood food for the next meal.

Yes, blood food.

Just like the evolvers back then, this sect has taken cannibalism out in the open, and doesn't care whether this will reduce the already-not-abundant population.

The New Human Evolution Cult seems to be well versed in brainwashing methods.

This guy who was captured, as the lowest-level, slave-like believer, was extremely fanatical about the God of Origin revered in the sect.

He firmly believes that even if he is eaten by other believers, he will eventually return to the kingdom of the God of Origin, become a part of Him, and transform into that eternal and immortal existence.

In addition, he also firmly believes that cannibalism is glorious and worthy of pride. It is abandoning those who hinder the evolution of the race and contributing to the evolution of the entire new human race.

After the torture revealed these things, the five people who were sent to the new city fell silent on the spot.

Even the white youth who had previously called for everyone to unite remained silent and frowned.

How the dungeon natives engage in cults is their business, and criticizing their outlook and morals is meaningless.

But people like me are now in the lair of this evil cult that eats people without blinking an eye!

How can they pretend to be one of these cultists?

In the eastern part of the Divine Blessing Continent, there is the Shenlong Tribe.

In the brightly lit tent, the four of them also fell into deep thought after hearing Long Yuanhai's story.

The situation on the New Humanity side is not bad, mainly because the current situation and history of the continent are thought-provoking.

According to this old man who is five hundred years younger, the God Blessed Continent was once extremely glorious.

At that time, not only was the road to becoming a god not yet cut off, strong men emerged in large numbers, and there were many gods, but even ordinary people without cultivation could possess extremely powerful power through some "treasures".

The gods protected all living beings until 10,000 years ago, when everything changed.

Some creatures began to exhibit strange mutations.

Their thinking was distorted, and they began to become murderous and violent, trying to destroy everything they saw.

At first, it was the lowest level of beasts and insects without cultivation, and later it came to livestock, wild beasts, and even ordinary people without cultivation.

The Divine Blessing Man, who was at his peak at the time, paid no attention at all.

It wasn't until this happened to cultivators and alien beasts that all the forces on the mainland finally started to pay attention.

However, it was too late.

In just three years, this strange plague-like force infected 90% of the lives on the continent.

Moreover, decades after the infection broke out, these infected beings all showed varying degrees of mutations.

They become more powerful, more terrifying, more rational, and more difficult to kill.

This tug-of-war lasted for hundreds of years.

In the end, only the gods and their shelter were left struggling to resist.

If the situation does not worsen, the gods and the forces they protect will actually have a chance to clean up the ground.

However, the erosion of strange power is everywhere.

Until the first god was infected, all efforts collapsed and were completely in vain.