"Boss, don't kill me! I'm human! A human from Quetel Star!"
"We're the same race! We can't kill each other!"
"I didn't mean to ambush you earlier. I was just confused and mistook you for one of those Mechanical God Race players!"
"I can cooperate with you, Boss! No, I can be your most loyal servant!"
"Please..."
A sharp blade flashed across his neck, and an intact head flew high into the air.
The headless corpse continued charging forward for some distance on inertia before finally crashing into a boulder.
The blood gushing from its neck dyed a large portion of the boulder bright red.
Just as the corpse was destroyed, an emotionless yet exceptionally mournful announcement rang out from the sky.
"All players, please note: Human player number 016 has died. There are currently 397 players remaining on the battlefield."
"There are fewer than four hundred players left."
Carrying the Jiuli Blade, Lin Zhiluo walked toward the corpse by the rocks, sighing as he went.
When the Zero Godname Battlefield had begun, it had contained a full thousand gifted individuals from races across the universe!
Every one of those players had been an influential figure on their own planet, or even within their own race.
Yet in just a few short days, the number of these geniuses had not merely been halved—it had already fallen below four hundred.
This terrifying casualty rate was on an entirely different level from ordinary Godname Battles, where at most thirty or forty players died at a time.
Lin Zhiluo quickly reached the corpse and skillfully stripped away all of its equipment.
Since he had deliberately avoided damaging the equipment, the fellow had yielded two slightly damaged Legend Grade pieces of equipment and a pile of Epic Grade equipment.
That was undoubtedly a pretty