Once upon a time, Soot City wasn't called that name, when its inhabitants were all humans. The Lake of Broken Mirrors also had its original name, as the Snow Country Continent was more taboo about broken mirrors. Industrious people live here until the day of the "doomsday confrontation".

In response to the otherworldly creature frenzy, the natives recruited adventurers to dig up a fabled military factory to arm their armies. However, the otherworldly creatures made a move and preemptively detonated the boiler volcano. The magma was only small and didn't do much damage, but the ash covered the entire city. All life in the city was buried in five meters of volcanic ash, and the city was wiped off the map.

"Pompeii ......" Hearing this, Qingyi sighed.

The former reappearance is a member of the excavation team of the military factory. When he logged back in, he found himself a skeleton, level cleared, and no equipment. But he is the only one of the players, and the rest are resurrected in Antarctica.

"What a disaster. The hard-earned character was gone in a blink of an eye, and it took me three days to come to terms with that fact. For three days, I wandered around the soot city, thinking about life and death. If you die, you can't come back, but I'm back. If it's a chance to be reborn."

"Then I'll give it a try." Qingyi added the second half of the sentence, and her tense shoulders slowly relaxed.

It was only then that he truly saw the revival of the past as a companion. The world is big, and the only one who understands him is the one in front of him.

"It's not a disaster, it's an opportunity, it has to be something. Why should I be reborn as a necromantic creature? What mission have I been given? I continued to think, and then when I looked up, the view of the city reminded me that everything was gone. Every time I talk to my aunt NPC, every time I rub my pants legs to beg for food, and my favorite old tavern, everything is gone, I have lost them. Do you know? I had heard Katerina say that a volcano was likely to erupt, and I was fine on the surface, but I was actually scared. I am afraid that the tragedy will happen again. ”

Qingyi can fully understand the other party, just as the other party can understand him.

The past reappeared and grabbed Qingyi's shoulder: "Do you want to lose it again?" ”

"Oh......" Qingyi groaned and said with a wry smile, "Hell, you managed to convince me." ”

Yes, he was also afraid. He fears the loss of the Twilight Empire and everything he has since been reborn. The cruelty of fate lies in giving first and taking later.

It is true that the formation of the Necromantic Alliance will be attacked by the whole world, but can the necromantic creatures live in the open and unharmed now? On the contrary, they are already "despicable", and they have long been regarded by the world as a great problem. Take the Twilight Empire as an example, it is now in turmoil, is there any difference between that and being attacked for forming an alliance in the future? Qingyi is now forced to wander abroad, hiding from the gods, and every time he goes to a server, he has to be a guest at the king of the place, isn't he actually seeking the help of the kings? In this case, Qingyi himself should not refuse the alliance in the last place.

Now that the goal is the same, the Bone Tyrant sincerely discusses the Alliance's program and strategy with the Ember Leader. The ultimate goal of Deathlink is to create a world where undead creatures live happily, with the slogan "Restore the glory of the past and move towards a better future". The current alliance is very weak, and Qingyi must act as a lobbyist (because it is not his wish that he can leave the land among the kings) to persuade the other necromantic kings to let the technology, resources, talents, and military forces of the member countries circulate with each other, and lead the backward with the advanced.

"In order to achieve this goal, we must vigorously develop the maritime military. We need to build a safe network of routes, otherwise the alliance will not be able to talk about it. Have you heard of Jiang Huahuo's ghost fleet? Their captain is our country's maritime adviser. ”

"I see, I'm going to start expanding until I have at least one port city. In fact, there is no shortage of all kinds of ship drawings of the old era in the military factory, and this time it is finally useful. ”

"That's right, we place an order, you make it! The craftsmanship of the Snowpiercer Federation is certainly the best among us, and we can rest assured that you make the boat. ”

"In this case, the manpower and raw materials may not be able to keep up."

"Don't worry about manpower, Dashu has been suppressed by Yu Qingfeng recently, and there is no way to start a war at all, and there are a lot of manpower left. As for raw materials, who doesn't know that 'Huaxia' is vast and abundant? Kiyoi immediately thought of the Fuji Continent. If the ship is ready, send the army of Dashu to the country of Chaohua

What will happen? What will happen if the army of the Asaha Kingdom invades the Gospel Continent? Which one is more offensive to the bottom line of the Kagetsu Demon? This bottom line is a high-voltage line, and it can't be touched. But you might as well try it, anyway, you won't return to the country of flowers, and the flower moon demon can't run overseas with a knife to chase and kill him, hahaha. "Asaha Country should be very interested in weapon orders, Hanazuki Ringo is very rich, but she has the least resources. As long as you can arm her Ashigaru into a terminator, she'll give you any amount of money. ”

"And what do you need?" The past reappeared and suddenly asked.

"Me?" Qingyi was asked. If you think about it, his country has a huge number of soldiers, and there is no shortage of people; The land is vast, and there is no shortage of materials; There are joint scientific research centers, and there is no shortage of technology; Not to mention the armed forces, there are now so many necromantic empires that there are guardian heroes in the Dusk Empire; There are more heroes than all of their peers combined. The only thing that is not is money, because Qingyi lost the trade war because of a wrong decision, resulting in a large debt owed to Schrodbray. "I guess it's trade?"

"No, what you need is to be strong."

"Huh?" Qingyi was dumbfounded, how did the topic turn to a place that was out of touch?

"You said that our time has not come, at least the number of great gods should be as large as the living beings, then you will be the first." The reappearance of the past pointed to the shadow at Qingyi's feet: "You can't be led by your nose by your parasite anymore." You have to get stronger, so strong that you don't have to rely on it. ”

Xue Duo was unhappy, and stretched out his shadow hand to reappear in the past: "What do you know about miscellaneous hair, Uncle Ben has mastered the laws and domains, and he is so strong that he is a mess, with my cooperation, the host can be invincible!" If it weren't for me, the host in the Fuji continent would have died in the first place! ”

Qingyi shrugged: "Although I don't want to admit it, Xue Duo is telling the truth." ”

"Trust me, give it up, you have more to gain than you have to lose. Have you been to several continents, but you can't get rid of [parasitism]? ”

"Nope." Qingyi replied without thinking.

"Interesting. Do you remember when I mentioned that Leibniz hated the 'sick man' the most, right? ”

Qingyi nodded, indeed a little impressed.

"With his ingenuity, it was not without consideration to devise a machine that could forcibly separate the parasite from the host, but the 'seriously ill' refused to do so. This infuriated Leibniz, who did not stop doing it, and put the 'seriously ill' ...... The title of the Iron and Blood Führer is not for nothing. The old days reappeared and said regretfully: "Since there is no need to invent machines, the military factory can't get you rid of [parasitism], sorry." ”

Xue Duo breathed an exaggerated sigh of relief.

"Let's go out, the guests will be here soon." Qingyi took the lead towards the passage.

"Interestingly, you're just as ...... as other 'seriously ill' people," said the old reappearance in a voice that only he could hear.

Outside the soot city.

Like the rest of the Snowpiercer Continent, this is a vast expanse of snow, but hundreds of broken machines stand out abruptly, and countless metal fragments hide beneath the snow. Once upon a time, when the old days were restored, Snow Country players frantically attacked Soot City, fighting for months and destroying the armor and weapons that paved the field.

Black-clad robots carrying exaggeratedly large two-handed swords are running, moving like a human being. It's obviously a product of science fiction works.,It's more or less out of harmony in "Qiankun" with the theme of swords and magic.,In a sense, it's simply destroying the balance of the game.,After all, both swordsmanship and magic require long-term training.,But a robot is like a high-level thermal weapon.,Anyone who gets their hands on it can use it.。 Fortunately, only one player in the whole game can drive the robot, which is not enough to ruin the gameplay experience of other players.

This person is a heavy aircraft pilot, a punk engine, and his nickname is "AK47". The AK47 is arguably the most famous and representative firearm in Russia, and even non-military fans should have heard of this model, and it is definitely a compliment to be given such a nickname by Russian players.

In front of the robot is a thaumaturgist, moaning without disease. He smiled bitterly: "I said I just came to see ~~~ to see the situation in June!" I don't mean anything, have you listened to it! ”

Click, the hatch lid of the robot's cockpit is locked

Die, running at an undiminished pace.

Diseaseless moaned and covered his face: "Hey, don't you want to talk to me at all......"

The top hat shook in his hand and turned into a painter's hat, and his hair was tied up in a ponytail at the back of his head. The cloak floated up and circled to the front, transforming into a paint-stained white apron in the blink of an eye. His cane shrunk into a paintbrush, while his left hand had an extra palette full of brilliant jewel-colored patches.

Show time, artist.

Two or three small pieces can create infinite patterns in a kaleidoscope......

So, should the flowers that bloom from the [Jewel Roulette], which gathers thousands of skills, be called "thousands of infinity"? No, no, no, this problem has risen to the level of infinite sets, and the player is not a mathematician, so he is not in the mood or need to think about it. All they need to know is this: when the thousands of skills in the Diseaseless Moaning [Jewel Wheel] are unleashed, they are invincible.

Thousands of skills are used in one go, giving the enemy no respite. The combination of skills seems to be chaotic, but it is orderly in chaos, and all skills lead the opponent to the abyss of insanity in an extremely staggered form, which is the unique combat skill "Confusion" that moans without disease!

The artist added "confusion", he frantically flicked the brush, painting everything in front of him with his own color! The paint builds up its magical structure as soon as it leaves the brush! Flame Red, Lightning Gold, Frost White...... Every smear is a high-level magic! Colors overlap with colors to create more complex and magnificent colors! Under the tide of color, the robot retreated again and again, and kept hanging colors, and it was not yet agile enough to dodge all the magic. It's still ten meters away from being able to moan without disease, but the robot just can't move forward! If there is enough ammunition, at least there are countermeasures, and it will never be so embarrassing!

[Fire Meteor]!

A flash of fire accurately broke the robot's left leg, forcing it to kneel on one knee, and if it hadn't been supported by its hands in time, it would have fallen a few times. Disease-free moaning, quick eyes, manipulating the fire to melt the metal broken leg, and said with a smile: "Now you are always ~~~ It's time to calm down and communicate with me, right?" ”

The cockpit briefly lit up with a glossy white light. Fragments of metal scattered on the ground flew to the broken leg, and with a harsh grinding sound, they assembled into a new leg of poor workmanship. So the robot got up again and continued to run.

Disease-free moaning and almost crying: "Oh no......"

[Electromagnetic control]!

The punk engine doesn't need to start show time because it's never interrupted! Iron Man, who uses electromagnetic force to absorb metal, assembles it into armor and drives it with electricity, no matter how many times he is beaten, he can get up and continue fighting, anyway, the broken parts of the armor can be repaired with new parts at any time! In other words, this "robot" is just a temporary tool made of iron man, with no independent energy system and drive system, and as long as it is out of the control of the punk engine, it will become a pile of scrap metal! The robot is not the god of the gods, on the contrary, the gods are the engine of the machine!

In the process of running, the two-handed sword large enough to cut off the tanker disintegrates, and the fragments are glued into a shield, and it seems that the robot wants to rush hard.

"Then I don't need to show mercy."

Moaning and putting away their smiles, raising their brushes, squinting their eyes, grasping the proportions of their subjects, and preparing to seriously injure the punk engine, someone shouted above them, "Stop!" If you look closely, it is a gray pigeon only carrying a "adjustable frequency walkie-talkie", and the voice is coming from the walkie-talkie. The robot squatted and braked urgently, but it really stopped.

The other end of the walkie-talkie said: "Punk engine, let go of the disease-free moan." ”

"Who are you?" The disease-free moaning relieved the artist, and since he could pass without fighting, he was naturally happy to do it.

"I am a reappearance of the Snow Federation's past."

"You really came in time, almost ~~~ Your bodyguard is about to be killed by me."

Leave without illness moaning and triumphant.

A sneer sneered over the intercom: "You should be glad that if I hadn't stopped it, the punk engine would have used UFO." Punk engine, there was a little accident on my side, ammunition will be delivered as soon as possible. With that, the pigeon flew away.

The robot's hatch slid behind it again, and cigar smoke curled up from the cockpit.