Chapter 511 People Need to Be More Sober
Doom Clock.
Countless years ago, it arrived on the star of Suishen and was worshipped by the Dipula tribe.
The power of the artifact that it gave to its followers was time and space reversal.
That is, no matter how high or low the specialization level is, no matter whether it is a serious injury or a surprise attack, as long as the other party's consciousness cannot be instantly annihilated, it can continuously rewind its own time and return its own state to the peak time point when it was not injured.
More powerful artifact gifts can also make this time and space reversal spread around itself.
Make the time and space within the range rewind to an intact state, so as to revive those worshippers who were ambushed to death.
The first encounter really made them sick.
That is, they can't kill it no matter how they kill it, and they can't kill it no matter how they consume it. They can only trample on the other party's body before their physical strength and energy are exhausted, and give up the resource points with curses, and finally immerse themselves in the frustration of winning in the process and losing in the end.
As a result, he suffered from PTSD for a very long time afterwards. No matter what opponent he killed, he would choose the old six fighting method - sneak attack; if the sneak attack failed, he would turn around and run away, and never wanted to fight head-on.
Therefore, when they heard the king mention "time and space retracing", their reactions were so consistent.
"Doom Clock?"
Chaos repeated the name.
"You mean its worshiper."
Then he looked at the dark crack in the palm of his hand that looked like a clock hand, and chuckled: "How is it possible? This king admits that the power given to the worshiper by the Doom Clock is very strong, but it is still impossible to interfere with things outside of itself so casually, let alone compete with the rules of the world for things."
Lilizi's eyes followed Chaos to his hand, revealing a bit of heartache in her eyes, but also rising with infinite pride, because she knew how amazing the origin of the wound was.
"What would that be?"
Hiding the reverence in her heart, Lilizi also had a curiosity that she wanted to satisfy.
Chaos put down his hand, grasped the crescent-shaped super-large sword that stood beside the skeleton throne, one palm wide and four meters long, and stroked the scabbard that was simple and full of strange patterns. He looked far-reaching and said meaningfully: "Yes, what will it be? If it is a special case like me as I think, the future seems to be very interesting."
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At the same time, in the 618 star field, the city lord training room, Lu Ming sneezed suddenly.
He didn't know that he had invisibly brushed a wave of presence in Chaos.
"Tsk~"
Looking at the wormhole vortex that swallowed up the corpse and disappeared, Lu Ming's eyes were full of contempt.
He, Lu, asked himself that he was not a gentleman.
But at least he was an energy-saving ambassador for resource recycling.
No matter how the owner of the corpse was in his lifetime, in his place, it must be respected the most after death, and the resource conversion of blood and flesh will be completed without waste.
But because of the intervention of the silly program.
The sacred and elegant funeral turned into a continuous pulling of corpses.
Those who didn't know would think that it was an inhumane act of whipping corpses, which was really unlucky!
Lu Ming secretly spitted and sat down on the high-end sofa.
Not to mention, the polar reversal used to compete with the program was quite energy-consuming.
If he hadn't eaten a bowl of miraculous spiritual fruit porridge in the middle, he would have been exhausted later.
After a long sigh of relief, Lu Ming stood up and focused on the space inside the pot, admiring his recycling results.
A total of 23 corpses were decomposed this time.
Among them, there were 7 intermediate-level abyss-transformers, namely Cangwu, the unlucky passerby A who died under ten bursts of extreme flash, and the passersby BCDEF who were subsequently sent by Cangwu to surprise attack the mineral source and were killed and brought back by Cangwu's clone.
All of them were sublimated to the second level, consuming 21 billion specialized crystal blocks, producing 70 billion specialized crystal blocks, and earning 49 billion.
The other 16 were all primary Abyssal Transformers. The cost of upgrading to the second level was three times lower than that of the intermediate Abyssal Transformers, requiring only 1 billion crystal blocks, but the output was also sharply reduced, with only 5 billion per body. After deducting the cost, the income was 64 billion.
The final result was 113 billion specialized crystal blocks.
This was a very exaggerated number. According to speculation and calculation, it was possible for him to break through to the primary Abyss Shatterer or even the intermediate Abyss Shatterer.
But despite such an exciting result, he had no intention of breaking through.
There were many reasons involved, and they were all true.
For example, when he first entered the Second Dimension Battlefield, there were so many crystal resources and such a large talent market, but he didn't even mine a single vein or a team of 10,000 people; he broke through the level and entered the First Battlefield. In the eyes of ordinary people, wasn't it a brain bag?
Secondly, he was not a fool. Excluding the guides who had existed here for countless tens of thousands of years, the Eight-Armed Clan had been passed down for tens of thousands of years in the Second Dimension Battlefield. Then how ancient a group should exist in the No. 1 dimensional battlefield, which is the forefront of the current battlefield system?
Maybe there are some old people in the apocalypse battlefield who have fought for 100,000 or even hundreds of thousands of years!
What do you think a newbie who has only been in the apocalypse for half a month, with insufficient qualifications, unstable foundation, and few means, is going to do when he rashly breaks into the world of strong people full of perverts? The No. 2 dimensional battlefield does not have the survival difficulty you like? Want to restart in No. 1?
Please!
Didn’t you see that the well-known old transferers in the No. 2 star field are all stuck at the level?
People should be more sober.
Of course, the above two are just the results of rational thinking.
He, Lu, has greater ambitions.
He saw and heard a lot in one day on the battlefield.
How difficult is the life of a transferer in the dimensional battlefield?
Living insecurely, without a stable place to live, surrounded by dangers.
This is the real situation that everyone can see.
He, Lu, has always regarded himself as a conscientious boss.
He can't bear to see the suffering of the world.
So he has a bold idea.
That is to take root in the second battlefield, expand the territory, establish branches, and let the great glory of the Iron Fortress shine in that gray world. Finally, all battlefield transfers can live and work in peace, be rich, and have a normal life that is "fulfilling" and "stable"!
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