Time passed, and it was close to evening.

After almost a full day of screening again, there are fewer and fewer players left, and compared to the number of people at the beginning of the game, there is no one in a hundred. To be exact, it's only 1 in 10,000 at most, because the match system has clearly indicated how many players are still alive on the match map.

There are only 25,476 players alive at the moment!

Horrific cuts, nearly 99.9% of players died in just one day!

Those who survived were pretty much wiped out of luck, as the environment on the entire tournament map had become hostile after noon today.

The desert is home to terrifying sandstorms with terrifying earth and wind forces that can easily crush players caught in them. The forest area is even more powerful and powerful monsters are rampant, clearing all outsiders in the forest. The barren Gobi map is also ravaged by all kinds of terrible tornadoes, and the force of violent winds covers almost the entire Gobi region.

In short, the map of each terrain shows different disasters. Even if an S-level player is deeply involved in it, he may die directly on the spot, and I am afraid that except for those guys at the powerful SS class or SSS level, they can only escape when they see those disasters.

Most of these ordinary players are ordinary players who died in these disasters, and the ordinary players who were involved in them did not survive.

The only thing that is fortunate is that the existence of these natural disasters and other dangers is temporarily absent in the area with a radius of fifty kilometers in the center of the entire map.

In other words, as long as players dodge those disasters and make their way to the center of the tournament map as quickly as possible, they will be able to keep themselves safe for the time being.

At the same time, it means that they will encounter the powerful players who have survived until now in a much smaller map. Those who have survived until now and rushed to the center are not to be ignored even by ordinary professions.

But come to think of it, there are not many ordinary players who have survived until now.

"Cut! The rules of the bullshit game, Lao Tzu entered the game location overseas, and it was suddenly stated at noon today that he was going to rush to the center of the map, and MD was simply hot! Thunderstorm scolded and muttered to himself.

He had just broken through a storm-torn area, and now he looked a little embarrassed, and the armor on his body was somewhat damaged. It wasn't that the storm-ravaged area was strong, but that there were so many disaster areas he had traversed.

Since he entered the game location overseas, he didn't have the idea of rushing to the center of the game map, it was too far. He didn't have the ability to teleport, so he chose to kill players at the edge of the map, get resources and earn points, and he was still hanging around the edge of the map at noon today.

However, the sudden hints of the race and various disasters forced him to make a hurried long journey, and he could not remember how many dangerous areas he had traversed during the process.

Anyway, it's very unlucky and angry.

"Huh? Someone? That's just right! Thunderstorm smiled viciously.

He sensed that someone was not far ahead, as if he was still fighting, and he was just able to vent his stomach.

"Boom...... Rumble...... Boom ......"

At that moment, there was a faint tremor on the ground, as if a huge creature was approaching this way. And the body size should not be the average big one, the tremor of the ground, the thunderstorm is conservatively estimated to be a big guy as high as about fifty meters.

And it was from the storm zone when he came, it seems that the routes are all about the same, choose the relatively safe route in the storm zone.

"Looks like you can spare the lives of those guys in front, and there's a more interesting guy in the back." Thunderstorm grinned.

He had already guessed who it was.

After a while, a huge black shadow appeared in the storm. However, there is a slight difference from the estimate that this big guy is only about thirty meters tall, but his weight is definitely not lighter than those fifty-meter-tall demon beasts.

Because......

"Qiang ——! Qiang ——! Qiang ——! ”

Each step, accompanied by the shaking of the ground, was accompanied by the sound of mechanical collision. This is a large mecha, a huge mecha made entirely of metal, and its weight is definitely comparable to that of a fifty-meter-level demon beast, and it is not surprising that Thunderstorm was wrong in the first place.

"Qiang ——!"

The huge mecha covered with various small scars passed through the storm area and appeared in front of Thunderstorm. Thunderstorm also held his hands on his chest, and the war spear was obliquely hugged to the side of his chest, looking at the huge mecha with a smile on his face.

"Yo, look at how lucky I am, who did I meet? Isn't this the number one person in our mercenary world, the Lord of Mercenaries? Thunderbolt said with a grin.

"Thunderstorm, my luck seems to be good." Inside the huge mecha, a strong voice came from the sound, which gave people the feeling that this was a strong man.

At the same time, it seems to be very calm and secure, a voice that is not so much like a steady middle-aged man's voice, but more like the voice of a reliable big brother.

"What? I've been hiding in the game for so long, and I'm finally willing to come up with activities in this game? Thunderstorm said.

"Because of 'Feather'."

This person, who was called the master of mercenaries by Thunderstorm, said bluntly.

The Lord of Mercenaries is the most powerful solo mercenary on the wasteland globe!

Although Lan Feng used to be considered a mercenary, and was also known as the king of the strongest mercenaries in the crown feather, he was technically a member of the group, because he belonged to the Sword of Hope, the most powerful mercenary group in the past.

However, the Mercenary Master is different, he has always acted alone, and will never act in a team with other mercenaries or mercenary groups, except for some necessary or special tasks. It is a completely powerful, independent, and terrifying being.

It's just that he has been low-key for a long time, and there are no terrible, too bloody and terrifying killings, and he is not very famous in the eyes of ordinary people.

But in the eyes of Thunderstorm and the major forces, this is a man who cannot be ignored, and it is also one of the few existences in the eyes of those forces that are considered to be able to compete with the powerful "Feather" of Lan Feng in terms of individual combat!

It's just that this recognition was wiped out after the great event that shocked the world three years ago. The topic of someone who can match the existence of "Yu" in individual combat has never been mentioned again.

Even so, no one has ever questioned the strength of the Mercenary Lord!

Because this is a man who has stood at the top of the mercenary world for more than ten years, and is recognized as the most powerful mercenary before the rise of "Yu" - the master of mercenaries!

"Because of 'Yu'?" Thunderstorm was a little confused,

But then, he quickly reacted again.

"Hey, I said you, you don't know the true identity of 'Yu', right?" Thunderstorm asked with some surprise.

"You got it?" The Lord of the Mercenaries asked rhetorically.

", he came and made a bet with me a few months ago, can I not know?" Thunderstorm said speechlessly.

"yes, then you lost?" Master of Mercenaries.

"Hey, you're such an unpleasant guy." Thunderstorm was obviously a little dissatisfied with the mercenary lord's direct statement of the result.

"Then according to what you said, I probably know who 'Yu' is, and I'll confirm it when the time comes. As a thank you, do you want to take a ride, I see that you are quite consumed. The Lord of Mercenaries said.

"Aren't you afraid that the system will determine that teaming up will cut your points?" Thunderstorm laughed.

"It doesn't matter, I don't think the system will cut my points because of this." The Lord of Mercenaries didn't care.

"Then you're welcome."

Scold!

Thunderstorm jumped and landed firmly on the shoulders of the huge mecha of the mercenary master, and now the two of them looked like partners who trusted each other.

"Qiang ——!"

The huge mecha strode forward with its feet raised, not caring at all that its movements would attract other enemies or something, without any hint of concealment. Indeed, in terms of his own strength and professional intensity, he has nothing to fear.

He is the last hidden professional player of the four clans, the inheritor of the Doomsday Machine Emperor Mick Brown, and it is also because of his older age and low-key personality that he is called a guy who is not an apprentice by Mick Brown.

"Do you want to just go to the center and wait, or just rest for the night on the edge?" The Lord of Mercenaries asked.

"It doesn't matter, but I still want to find a place to sleep first, you have to know how tired I am when I enter the game and am an unlucky guy overseas." Thunderstorm yawned and said, and very unceremoniously lay down directly on the shoulder of the giant mecha of the mercenary master.

"So, no wonder you look like you're being beaten in turn." The Lord of the Mercenaries teased a little.

"Almost, being rounded by all kinds of disasters in the map, what a fuck boy!" Thunderstorm still feels angry when he thinks about it, and he really wants to kill people after passing through all kinds of dangerous areas.

"Seeing you so unlucky, I suddenly thought of someone." The Lord of the Mercenaries instead chatted with Thunderstorm.

"Who? Don't tell me it's the bastard of the Emperor. Thunderbolt said, leaning on his arm and turning his head.

"That's him, don't you know him so well?" The Lord of Mercenaries said with a slight smile.

It seems that the mercenary lord is not an indifferent guy, at least he can still talk and laugh like ordinary people.

"He? I guess he's in the center of the map from the start, and I'm willing to bet he's got a lot of good stuff as well. That bastard has always been like this, and he's been so lucky in every way, and it's rare to see him unlucky, shit! Thunderstorm scolded and said,

Especially thinking of what happened to me today, I couldn't help but curse at the end.

"He hasn't had much luck lately." Master of Mercenaries.

"Hmph, how many of you will be lucky when you encounter 'Yu' making trouble?" Thunderstorm also knew what he said: "Don't mention this, find a good place to rest, I'm really tired today." ”

Thunderstorm yawned again.

"Hmm."

The mercenary lord didn't talk anymore, and silently controlled the huge machine and walked forward.