"There are 78 left."
"The plants know the positions of seven people, and there's one who's alone. Let's go after him next."
"Cut off this man's head and take it to the Elder for a reward."
A forest dweller sheathed his bow and arrow and walked toward the thorn bushes, casually pulling out a dagger from behind his waist.
"Pah!"
A sudden voice... The dagger held in front, while the others drew their bows full-length, the forest people staring coldly at the thorn bushes with a steely expression.
"Damn, raw meat still gets stuck in the teeth." His signal light clothing wasn't even torn, his eyes twinkling with a strange light, red, yellow, green...
"You're out of luck," the signal light with red in the left eye, green in the right, "Red light—no passage allowed."
The signal light's "Signal Light": red means stop, green means go, yellow means wait, left eye for enemies, right eye for oneself.
Note: What if there were three eyes? What about eight eyes? Also, does a butthole count as an eye? Horse yan... (This part is blacked out)
The forest dwellers stood still.
The wind blew, petals fell like rain, and Signal Light broke a handful of thorns, flicking them out one by one playfully.
"Land god Huawei edition."
Smoke rose, and the land god emerged.
"Call back the bonsai and inform everyone that the indigenous group I encountered can communicate with plants."
"The old man understands."
Signal Light flicked the last thorn from his palm, leaving only two standing forest dwellers.
"Miscalculated judgment? Never mind, Thanos only kills half, I have no problem leaving two." Signal Light brushed off his hands and drew his long gun.
Without any seen motion, the ground cracked, and the figure had already vanished.
After 60 seconds of red light, the two remaining forest dwellers fled from their spot in a panic.
Not far away, a branch stirred by the wind tumbled along behind them.
"Heavenly Moth Style·Branch Mimic"
A minor C-level skill that should have been eliminated long ago, but remained because it proved useful.
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Northwest line.
National team, 11 members.
Gunshots screech, bullets buzz, soldiers in combat suits march in unison, their submachine guns spraying white smoke.
Dwarves fell in rows during the charge.
The gunfire ceased.
Thirty soldiers simultaneously released their empty submachine guns and drew the pistols at their right thighs with disciplined synchrony.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Aimed shots, no waste of bullets.
They were human, yet unstoppable like bulldozers.
"Report, all enemies annihilated, please give instructions!"
"Well done," Hou Feng nodded, "you've run out of bullets, head back first."
"Yes, sir!"
The soldiers disappeared, leaving behind a field of dwarf corpses.
"How did they discover us anyway?" 'Ambitious' opened his clothes and placed the "Platoon Leader rank" inside his jacket, where it was crowded with all sorts of 'ranks'.
"Seems like the people on this planet are not simple."
A mist rose from the ground, and the land god walked out.
"...They traced our movements through the plants?" Hou Feng frowned upon hearing the report.
"Should I set a fire?" 'Fiery Fire Phoenix,' the female player, was itching to act.
"No rush," Hou Feng said, "the resources here are rich, it would be a pity to destroy them."
"Captain, who cares about these things in a fight for survival? Isn't the first thing during a fight to destroy buildings, farmland, water infrastructure, natural gas pipelines? These are all priority destruction targets."
"I said 'no rush,'" Hou Feng patiently explained, "we'll set fire when there really is no other way."
"I don't care about the others; leave the experts to me," Martial Saint chimed in.
"You can go find 'the Boss,'" 'Door Plate' muttered.
"How can I trouble him when it's written 'black on white'?" Martial Saint answered.
'The Boss' rarely appeared; the only time was alongside Yafeiluna and other Mafia members at the church.
Seeing Yafeiluna behind Li Changzhou, the national team immediately confirmed that Li Changzhou was 'the Boss'!
Killing the Boss would grant "No Taboos" identity, allowing one to learn any skill, use any item, receive no punishment for mission failure, take over others' missions, and as long as they were on a side mission, they could stay in the past indefinitely, using the time difference for cultivation, searching for secret manuals or treasures...
Many advantages, but considering Li Changzhou's strength, the costs and benefits weren't worth it.
Even though some experts believe that "birthright" can't possibly be as simple as it is now, just like the three elements of success—birthright, talent, effort—with birthright being the most important.
In the Value Game, "birthright" should have the same importance, and it will definitely have more crucial uses in the future.
"You could break through a fifth time," 'Aman,' with a dark red scarf around his neck, took a bite of the odd fruit in his hand.
"Even five break throughs probably won't be enough," 'Door Plate' commented.
Martial Saint snorted coldly, "You try surviving in his hands before you challenge me."
"I was the one who saved you back then," Aman tossed the fruit away, spitting twice, "Why is it spicy? Chili?"
'Door Plate' watched Martial Saint, expecting his reply, but Martial Saint, looking at teammates collecting data from the corpses, implied the conversation was over.
Marching and fighting, after all, require discipline, and one cannot simply flaunt personal might.
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North lane.
The ten most bloodthirsty, ruthless, and radical players among the 79.
They watched as toxic moths like Poison Moth, Tea Poison Moth, and Venom Moth, drawn by the light, flew into the towns.
"Let the toxic moths reproduce with these people as their food; we just need to follow behind the moth army and pick off the ones that slip through," 'Bug Catcher' licked his lips with anticipation.
"Leave the next town to me; how can you call it conquest if you don't get your hands bloody?" 'Thunder Furious' said cruelly.
"Then give me the ones that slip through this time," 'Steel Muscle' juggled the orange bullets in his hand.