The Chinese mainland, the station of the "auxiliary dynasty".

The weather was sunny and cloudless.

"Ah...... The aura in the station is so thin! The talisman I just bought turned into waste paper! It took me a morning just to transfer all kinds of materials! The warehouse keeper crossed his waist and complained to the president menacingly: "Can't you let the vice president stop a little?" ”

It's not just the warehouse that has problems, but all the mechanisms that use aura as energy in the station have failed, and the culprit is Yu Qingfeng, who is sitting on a high platform and recuperating behind closed doors. So far, the operation and external business of the association have been affected, and the direct loss has reached 30,000 yuan.

Meng Duanguan He smiled and reassured: "What he has to do is very important, he can't be delayed, he can only work hard for you." ”

He had a smile on his face and cursed in his heart. This thing of the great god has a lot of benefits and disadvantages, and the average guild really can't afford it......

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Steel City, Laboratory 00.

With the consent of His Majesty Leibniz, Fermat and Strom were able to borrow the precision instruments in the laboratory. At first, it was fine, but suddenly the two quarreled:

"That's how it should be!"

"No, no, no, you're completely mistaken! Is your brain completely rotten? ”

"Your brain is rotten! Belch...... Your Majesty, am I being too loud? ”

Leibniz looked at the two with a smile, like a parent looking at a child. Both of them were embarrassed, stopped arguing, and nodded to the king together: "Yes, I'm sorry, Your Majesty!" We're going to be interrupting your work! "Your Majesty, I'm a rough man, I can't control my mouth, please weigh more!" "It's 'understanding', not 'weighing'! Less embarrassing! ”

"Haha, it's actually a little noisy, I'm not annoyed, after all, it's quiet here...... Come to think of it, maybe two hundred years. Occasionally put down research, maybe you can organize your thoughts and make the research direction clearer. Leibniz turned his pen lightly and said, "What a good relationship you two have!" ”

"I don't have a good relationship with him!" The two spoke in unison.

"Hahahaha!" Leibniz couldn't help laughing, laughing so much that they both were embarrassed, before they turned back to seriousness: "Well, necromantic creatures live too long, and there must be someone to talk to, so as not to be driven crazy by the long time." I used to have a good friend who was always arguing with me, saying that I was messing around all day and not doing anything serious. He also threw the 'portable hard drive' into the abyss while I wasn't looking, and it took me seventy-two years and more than a dozen Abyss Lords to get it back! If Abyss Will were to make a blacklist, I would probably be in the top five. Not...... When I saw you, I remembered him. It's a bit weird, I thought I had forgotten about it a long time ago. ”

"Oh? Could it be that friend of yours is also ......?"

"Yes, he's also the Necromancer, a stormtrooper and I'm the logistician, and I'm the one who reshapes his body every time he's beaten to pieces. Of course, he has long since dissipated, so it is not interesting to continue to talk about him. Leibniz snorted, got up, and began to clean up the table, which was not messy: "I have a new idea, you go out first." ”

Under the majesty of the king, the two necromantic creatures involuntarily turned around, crossed their arms and legs, and quietly left the laboratory.

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Snow Country, a harbor city where the June sun hits.

A male player wearing a wide-brimmed hat and leather pants arrives at the port, holding a cloud of blue light in his hand, which on closer inspection reveals to be a cube of several magic arrays. A crystal-clear hand perpendicular to the surface of the cube circles along the lines. Suddenly, the pointer jumped, and a calm voice came from the cube:

"I'm on my way."

At this moment, the pointer on the other side of the cube also jumped, followed by another angry voice: "Find out!" Be sure to find him! No one can go wild in our 'snow country'! ”

The male player said, "I've arrived. Let's not talk about it yet. With a clench of the hand, the blue light dissipated and the communication magic ended. He took off his hat and fanned himself, and he didn't know where he had come from, and he was sweating on his forehead. A gray feather stuck in the brim of his hat danced as he fanned the wind. He said, "Thirty-five minutes ago to thirty minutes ago, [audio restored]", and snapped his free hand, and a loud noise rang out in the clearing, very noisy, with whistles, wind and waves, talking, gunshots and screams.

This is supposed to be the gunshot......

He thought so, clapped his hands, and all the other voices fell silent, except for the repetition of the gunshots, two seconds, two seconds.

With another snap of his fingers, he put on his hat and said, "Sampling, [Track Tracking]." ”

The gunfire faded, followed by the chilling sound of the wind breaking through the air, which had been guiding him to a certain position. As he walked, he found that the distance was close to one kilometer, and he was also shocked in his heart. Who can watch out for sniping at such a distance? The "news of death" really lives up to its name.

The sound of the wind turned into a deafening gunshot again. So he knew that he had finally found the other party's sniper point, so he snapped his fingers and said, "[Audio Restoration], stereo." ”

He closed his eyes. Suddenly, the sound of guns assembling, talking to himself, the sound of clothes rubbing, swallowing, and footsteps sounded, and a wide variety of sounds constructed a vague image in his mind. It was a cowboy humming a song and carrying a gun on his back, and after sniping, he was content to head for the nearest city.

Is it...... Want to blend in with the crowd?

Cowboy humming is also interesting, a song is never hummed completely, humming half of the song and suddenly cutting the song, it is difficult for his head to keep up with the changing melody. The cowboy strides are large and brisk, occasionally swaying left and right or spinning in place to the rhythm of the song. A music fan? Step on the beat of the drum with every step. The sense of rhythm is really good, and I'm afraid it will take a lot of effort to clean him up.

Cowboys come to the outskirts of the city. At this time, the man in the wide-brimmed hat opened his eyes, looked at the noisy and extraordinary city, cleared his throat, and said, "[Track Tracking], filter the background noise." ”

Close your eyes again. The noise around him gradually decreased, and the cowboy still walked freely and happily. He came to ...... Square? Then he took out a pen and paper and wrote something rustling, undecipherable. Then he pasted the piece of paper on something in the square......

The man in the wide-brimmed hat opened his eyes, and he was now in the position where the cowboy had been, and in front of him was a sculpture in the center of the square, with a piece of paper pasted in front of him.

The paper reads, "Hey, you've got a trick."

In a flash of lightning, he figured it out - it's over, he really did his homework before the rock trigger came!!

Bang!

His entire head exploded, and he fell on his back, Bai Huahua's brain exploded, and the fragments flew out three meters away. The gray feathers detached from the hat and fell into a pool of blood, gradually wetting. Someone was found to have died violently, and there was a commotion among the people, and I don't know what happened.

The god who was born as a bard and is the best at tracking and analyzing in the whole "Qiankun", the ninth person on the "Snow Country" heavenly list, the master of "radar" music and rhythm, and the sound of silence, has fallen.

And on the roof of a bungalow, the rock trigger climbs up, disassembles the sniper rifle and hums a little tune in a cheerful mood. He knew that his actions would inevitably cause an uproar in the "Snow Country", and the gods of the "Snow Country" would definitely encircle and suppress him with all his might. He wants to play a cat-and-mouse game with the gods, but he doesn't want to lose too quickly, so he first has to clean up the sound of silence. As soon as the sound of silence dies, he has more room to maneuver.

He froze for a moment, for he found that he was humming, but he couldn't make a sound, not even the sound of breathing or heartbeat. Not only was he unable to make a sound, but there was a dead silence around him, as if he were in a silent movie. The only thing that continues to make a sound is his online listening function. He thought for about two seconds, raised his hand and touched his throat, and said:

Cut song, "You're going to go far, Kid" by The Offspring.

The song switches instantly. The vocal cords are vibrating, and they must be making a sound, but they can't hear it. Undoubtedly, it must have been the good work of the Silent Voice! If the ordinary gods fall for this trick, they will definitely be affected, because the criterion used to adjust the rhythm is lost - the breath and heartbeat cannot be heard, so you can only go to the pulse for help! Yo, what a disgusting trick! But it didn't work for him, and if you want to ask why, because he can still find the rhythm in the song! As long as the rhythm is normal, he won't lose!

Unbeknownst to the confident rock trigger, when he was deaf, a blue cube of light and shadow flashed above him that continued to rotate, from which a loud voice came out over and over again: "I'm the rock trigger, I'm here to X turn over you Russian!" Wash your ass! "This is the [Phonograph Curse] from the sound of silence, which uses the previously sampled gunfire as the medium, and when the gunfire from the same gun is heard, it immediately locks on to the sound source, and then continuously transmits the sound to the outside world. It is the sound of silence that is superior in skill, at the expense of the ego, and puts an irreversible mark on the rock trigger.

Finding angry players surging in the streets, Rock Trigger was stunned, and pulled out two guns with a wry smile: Yo, I prefer to play "Deer Hunter" rather than "Road to Survival"!

On that day, poaching experts and rock triggers slaughtered more than 800 players, shooting heads with guns and guns, showing amazing combat effectiveness; More than 600 players launched crowd tactics, one after another, and successfully dragged the "Snow Country" god to the scene. The rock trigger trapped the beast for five minutes and twenty-one seconds, and found that there was no chance of escape, so he committed suicide by drinking a bullet. Since the resurrection point of the city has long been destroyed by the rock trigger, the rock trigger has not been resurrected in the city, and has disappeared into the vast "snow country", losing its trace, and I believe that this cunning guy will not show up easily.

Rock Trigger Death is just the beginning. Breaking away from the "Gospel", the White Night Streamer left the "Goth", and the two first people came to the "Snow Country". And more gods have left the country with various purposes, and the international chaos interrupted by the competitive competition has once again swept "Qiankun", and it is out of control.

On this day alone, an average of a great god fell every 20 minutes, and a watershed player died every 10 seconds on average. There was a large city in Snowpiercer that was paralyzed, more than five medium-sized cities were slaughtered, and the small towns that were in ruins were countless, and the total losses were no less than the outbreak of war.

Troubled times come, and the stars fall.