It's no wonder that others didn't have high hopes for Ye Zhao's ragtag army, composed of men, women, children, the elderly, the infirm, and the disabled, and which was a makeshift organization. These people had only learned how to fire a gun on the spot. Could they really defeat well-trained and well-prepared soldiers with just a surge of anger and reckless courage?
Although Cui Xiangyu had been staying at home all the time, and had stopped going to school after his legs were crippled, he had absorbed a lot of knowledge from his surroundings. He had read many books during his secluded days and knew that no matter how strong the female Player who called herself " the God of Slaughter Reincarnated " was, she could not possibly carve out a place for herself in S City.
Moreover, being too high-profile might attract concentrated attacks from the Rebel Army and the R Army.
The safest and most reliable course of action for them right now is to find a place to settle down. With their current strength, they should be able to get through the next few days without any problems.
However, the team clearly didn't plan it that way. The group continued on their way, shouting and yelling. Although Cui Xiangyu was anxious, as a disabled person who couldn't even move easily, he could only worry helplessly.
He followed the main force slowly with the other wounded. Ahead, apart from the waving flags, he couldn't even see the back of the Helmet Girl. Although he was anxious, he thought that he was just a cripple himself. Would anyone believe him? If it were his older brother standing there, things might be different.
Cui Xiangyu thought despondently, if his older brother were here, he might be able to fight alongside the Helmet Girl, while he could only hide in a dark corner, unnoticed by anyone.
His worries were not in vain. Just as the group was in high spirits and continuing their journey, a bomber flew overhead. Ye Zhao heard the familiar buzzing sound and immediately raised his megaphone to shout, "Bombers are coming! Take cover! Everyone, find somewhere to take cover!"
"Air raid! Air raid! Find cover immediately!" Nie Yun and the skinny man immediately raised their megaphones, directing everyone to find shelter quickly.
Several uniformed police officers also looked up and listened, but unfortunately, they couldn't hear anything. However, they did not question Ye Zhao's orders. The reason they were able to successfully evade air raids several times before was because her orders had never been wrong.
The civilians who had followed Ye Zhao in burning, killing, and looting were clearly experienced and immediately hid in the surrounding buildings. A few newcomers, not understanding the situation, looked up and left and right. "Where's the plane? I didn't hear it! Ah--why are you dragging me!" Before they could finish speaking, they were dragged away. Just as they were complaining, the roar of an airplane came from the sky.
The bombing arrived as expected the next instant. Several explosions rang out in succession, and the entire street was instantly engulfed in blasts. Buildings collapsed, smoke and fire billowed, and the air was thick with the stench of blood, gunpowder, and despair...
A dozen bombs rained down, turning the entire area into ruins.
Everyone panicked and fled for their lives, looking at the tall buildings around them that were now a mess, shattered by the bombing. The once tall and neat buildings were now filled with smoke, flying debris, and collapsed buildings. Even the sky was hazy and unclear.
"My house was bombed! Those damned bastards! I only spent two million on this house—"
"What does losing the house matter? My whole family was killed, and I'm the only one left. I'll risk my life to avenge them!"
"I have sworn to my ancestors that I will follow the Helmet War God for the rest of my life, slaughtering those beasts and ensuring they never return!"
"It's on fire! A huge fire! What do we do? This whole street is going to burn down..."
Those who had been hiding inside were now forced out, crying out in panic, "Help! Help! Someone please save us!"
"My house! Oh no, my house!"
"Why did this happen? Why did this happen...?"
The Player who had been hiding upstairs were now also suffering from the smoke from the fire and had to grab their backpacks and move to a new location. "Damn, we should have hidden in the basement!"
"Why don't we go and join that female God of Slaughter? She's so popular right now!" A Player held up his phone, which was playing a video of Ye Zhao calling on everyone to rebel with a megaphone. Now that war had engulfed almost every place, everyone's hatred for the Rebel Army, the R Army, and the Freedom Army had reached its peak. After this video came out, this God of Slaughter Player had become everyone's idol, and many people were clamoring to follow her and fight for the world.
"I'm not going to take that risk. You go if you want. I just want to survive these ten days."
"Me too! People always die in war, but I don't have the life to die!"
"..."
Just as the group was thinking about where to hide underground, someone suddenly looked up at the sky and exclaimed in surprise, "W-what's that?"
"What is that dark thing? It's attacking a bomber?! Are you crazy?!"
"You're so naive! That thing looks like some kind of game item. This game item is pretty awesome!"
"It's a god descending to earth! It really is a god descending to save us!" a Native shouted in the Player' ears. The shrill voice made them all touch their ears. The Native was already clapping and laughing wildly, "Kill all those beasts and send them to the eighteenth level of hell to atone for their sins!"
"Kill them! Kill them!"
For a moment, almost everyone looked up at the sky—a bomber was flying low over the city when a large black ball appeared out of nowhere and began punching and kicking it. Although the bomber was powerful, it began to sway left and right under this extreme physical attack and almost crashed.
The two pilots in the bomber were terrified, frantically calling headquarters and attempting to escape.
Unfortunately, Ye Zhao wouldn't give them that chance. You see, even in the most dangerous world, she didn't spend 3000 points to create a Level 3 Weird guardian for herself. She was unwilling to waste a single Creation Point since she could withstand the danger with her own body.
She'd spent so many Creation Point on this damn bomber; her heart was bleeding. This monstrous " God of Slaughter Reincarnated " was definitely not someone anyone could be.
She was starting to regret it. Wouldn't it have been better to find a basement to hide in and quietly accumulate Creation Point?
The Level 3 Weird created by Ye Zhao was connected to her mind, and because she was afraid of scaring others or herself, she specially dressed this Granulation Ghost in a black coat—mainly because this Granulation Ghost looked really inhuman, and she herself found it disgusting, let alone others.
She stood atop the Granulation Ghost's head, looking at the bomber in front of her.
[ Scan successful: 1 bomber can be created, 1 Creation Point required.]
Mission accomplished, she retrieved a rocket launcher from her spatial storage and aimed it at the cockpit. The two pilots inside, upon seeing what the Helmet Girl was carrying on her shoulder, paled drastically, their eyes widening in shock. Before they could even scream in terror, the next instant, fire—
"Boom!!"
The bomber wobbled a few times and then crashed to the ground!
As the bomber was about to crash into the residential building, the residents screamed in terror. But the next second, everyone saw the massive bomber suddenly shrink in mid-air until it became a small, rock-sized plane that fell to the ground without even a splash...
Everyone looked up in shock at the Helmet Girl standing in mid-air.
Cui Xiangyu lay on the ground, staring in shock at the black figure in the sky—indifferent, powerful, and ruthless, truly like God of Slaughter Reincarnated.
Ye Zhao stood on the Granulation Ghost, her face icy cold, her expression devoid of any joy of victory, only absolute calmness. She needed to stay calm!
[ Concave Lens: can shrink any inanimate object by a factor of 10; 100 uses.]
One shrunken bomber, two shrunken corpses.
It consumes 10 uses. Although each use can only shrink the bomber by a factor of 10, shrinking it multiple times is enough to turn the bomber into an inconspicuous little flame.
Keep in mind that she used up more than 3,000 Creation Point on the first day of the game, which would make anyone look bad.
Unfortunately, she had already made those harsh remarks, so she had no choice but to confront them head-on.
Sure enough, one shouldn't be too concerned about saving face. When it's time to be humble, one should be humble; when it's time to be cowardly, one should be cowardly; when it's time to bow one's head, one should bow one's head; when it's time to kneel, one should kneel. She quickly put her hands together and prayed to the heavens, hoping that the Bodhisattva would bless her with a long life and that the Lord Ghost Messenger would be sent to hell!
A reporter quickly snapped this photo. The Helmet Girl was covered in gunpowder and blood, her face was dirty, and her eyes were cold. She closed her eyes, put her hands together, and prayed to the sky, as if she was grieving for the suffering of the world.
Despite her usual cold and indifferent demeanor, she inexplicably exuded a sense of compassion at this moment.
He stared at the photo with excitement, immediately edited the news and uploaded it. Almost instantly, four words popped into his mind: God loves the world.
The reporter's news went viral, and the video sparked numerous discussions.
[!! This Living God of Slaughter is so cool!]
[This person can fly! Is this what they call a superhuman? What's that on her feet? Is it some kind of flying mount? Holy crap, how do they do that? Can they share some tips?]
[This is incredible! Is the New World just about superpowered individuals and ordinary people? I've seen people create lightning and fire out of thin air before, I want superpowers too!]
[What superpowers? I'm just an ordinary Player. You ordinary people shouldn't even dream of it; this is a privilege only we players have.]
[Haha, I found a basement in the countryside to hide in. A world of war is much better than a world of natural disasters; at least I don't have to worry about the heavens.]
[I also bought several dozen compressed biscuits and water. As long as I don't get injured or sick, it should be more than enough to last ten days.]
[Sobbing, I pray that the God of Slaughter will wipe out all those Rebel Army R Army and restore peace to our world!]
[May the God of Slaughter protect you, may the God of Slaughter protect you...]
[Are you guys mistaken? She calls herself the God of Slaughter of God of Slaughter, but isn't that her real name? Can any netizens do some research and find out what this God of Slaughter's real name is? Where is she from?]
[Whatever, I'm going to join the God of Slaughter Player! I feel like I can only beat the game smoothly if I follow her!]
[...]
Meanwhile, Cui Xuanzhou and his group, who had met up with Ye Mingyue, managed to grab a bunch of supplies and hid in the basement of a villa. Gunfire continued outside, and everyone was fleeing for their lives. Cui Xuanzhou was very worried, but they had searched the entire area and still couldn't find Cui Xiangyu.
The previous team-up items were for three people, and there were no such problems. I didn't expect that this time, with ten people, this kind of oversight would occur.
Ye Mingyue comforted him, "Mr. Cui, don't worry, Xiao Xiang will be fine. Although he is disabled, he has special abilities, his body has been enhanced, and he also has game items. He's so smart, he should be able to protect himself."
Cui Xuanzhou: "I hope so."
With Yixin safely hiding in the basement, she had plenty of time to browse the internet and keep up with the outside world. So Ye Mingyue also saw the trending topic "God loves the world" that had been pushed to the top of the search results. She even smiled. There were quite a few cases of Player using superpowers to impersonate gods or monsters. This " God of Slaughter " who was being praised to the skies was obviously a Player.
And Player like this, those who achieve good results can be counted on one hand.
It's important to understand that although this is just a game world, humanity is not suppressed. On the contrary, the evil in human nature is amplified infinitely when faced with despair.
This is a path to certain death.
However, when she saw the slightly blurry photo, the figure in the photo seemed somewhat familiar to her. However, the person was wearing Helmet, had their eyes slightly closed, and their face was dirty, making it impossible to see their appearance clearly. As a result, she did not recognize the person as Ye Zhao at first glance.
However, Ye Zhao now is very different from the disheveled state she was in when she was kicked out of the Ye Family. Even if Ye Zhao were standing right in front of her, she probably wouldn't be able to recognize Ye Zhao at first glance.
Right now, she was more concerned about what kind of item this God of Slaughter Player was standing on. Not only could it carry people through the air, but it could also actively attack bombers, and its combat power was not weak. It even seemed to understand human commands?
Ye Mingyue looked at the black sphere in mid-air and couldn't help but feel a surge of desire. She wanted it too. "This game item doesn't seem to be inanimate. It seems to be some kind of spirit pet? Like the pets in most online games?" she said to Cui Xuanzhou.
Only then did Cui Xuanzhou have the mind to look at the news about the God of God of Slaughter Player. When he saw the photo that looked somewhat like him, he couldn't help but pause for a moment. He felt that it was somewhat familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before. However, Ye Zhao was a cold-blooded and ruthless person who killed people without hesitation, while the Helmet Girl in the news photo gave him a feeling of compassion and righteousness.
It's definitely not Ye Zhao.
"I've gathered a lot of information about the Black Hole Game, but I haven't heard any Player mention anything about spirit pets." To deal with the Black Hole Game, Cui Xuanzhou, leveraging the powerful Cui family's wealth, established a studio with several thousand people. This studio was dedicated to collecting and organizing game information, analyzing game content, developing survival plans based on the game's content, and purchasing game items from Player, all in an effort to maximize his chances of completing the game, utilizing the game effectively, and becoming the true king.