Missile Tornado
Team Battle day six!
The seven-day Team Battle has officially entered its 24-hour countdown, and time is running out for the Reincarnator.
Teams with negative scores are doomed and have no choice but to fight back. Teams with positive scores have more options: they can advance or retreat. They can advance to strive for final victory and obtain more rewards from the main god, or they can stay put, avoid contact with others, and quietly wait for the countdown to end.
The first option carries greater risk but also greater reward, while the second option is relatively mediocre but more secure. It remains to be seen how the Reincarnator will choose.
Russell returned to the warehouse next to the airport. He hadn't planned to come here, fearing he'd be crushed by a falling plane engine. Later, he realized how naive he'd been; a plane engine was nothing, Death no longer bothered with such childish games!
Because from 8:30 this morning, when Death started clocking in for work, he was struck by lightning for ten minutes straight, a total of forty-nine times, averaging 4.9 times per minute. Anyone who didn't know better would think some big shot was undergoing tribulation here!
The strange phenomenon startled many people; the series of lightning bolts seemed to be telling everyone that a treasure had been born here.
There's no extraordinary treasure, but there is indeed a humanoid magical Magic Treasures...
The power of nature is beyond human resistance!
When struck by lightning, Russell relied on the resilience and self-healing abilities of his Hui Tailang Tattoo to withstand the first 10 lightning strikes. However, his Magic Power consumption couldn't keep up with the speed of the lightning damage, and he not only used up all the healing potions he had collected, but also lost the Item Card Meat Buns and Blood Bodhi.
However, this only allowed him to survive the 30th lightning bolt. The last 19 bolts were even more powerful, forcing him to use his humanoid Magic Treasures, Jason.
Russell stated that with its Adamantium frame, Jason's Lightning Rod performs reasonably well!
The result was that Russell survived the tribulation and became an immortal... which is of course impossible.
As a result, Jason took the blame and was hacked Oblivion pieces, leaving only a skeleton. Even the Great Cleaver was cleaved into molten iron.
Where can you find such a loyal, hardworking, unpaid, and quiet subordinate? Russell decisively pulled him back from hell through a contract.
Jason's Immortal Body is not related to his physical body; as long as his soul is immortal, he can be resurrected forever. Russell controls a part of his soul through a contract, which means that it is very difficult for anyone other than Russell to kill him. Even if he is beaten to the point of being destroyed, he can be summoned back by Russell because of the contract.
If Russell doesn't die, he'll never find peace in this life!
Jason: (._.)
"Work hard with Uncle Luo, and you won't be treated unfairly!" Russell patted Jason's broad shoulder, feeling very happy. He had found a good way to increase his attribute points.
After being struck by 30 lightning bolts, his 'Constitution' attribute increased by 9 points, and his 'Strength' attribute also increased by 6 points. The character's attributes on the system interface were refreshed again.
[Host: Russell]
Strength: 26 (13+13)
[Body: 31 (20+11)]
[Intelligence: 22 (17+5)]
If Jason hadn't run out of Magic Power and supplies like health potions, and if Jason hadn't survived the lightning strike, Russell could have gained even more attribute points. Even so, he was in a great mood. With two major attribute points soaring, his strength had increased dramatically, and the prospect of Supergirl begging for mercy was no longer a dream.
Of course, this is a long-term goal and cannot be achieved in the short term, so I will always keep goji berries in my thermos.
Having survived the attack of death, Russell started running again. The 49 consecutive lightning bolts were too conspicuous. In addition to the army, he also recruited several Reincarnator squads. He had basically secured victory and had no reason to waste time with them for no reward.
The airport is a key military location, with a large number of helicopters stationed there and an astonishing number of soldiers deployed, making it heavily guarded. The warehouse is within the soldiers' patrol range, making it more likely to be discovered by the military than other places; conversely, the chance of encountering Reincarnator is extremely low.
Russell found the most inconspicuous warehouse and waited patiently for the seventh day to end. Once he survived Death's final attack, his mission would be complete. He held onto the hope that Death would be stubborn and send another lightning strike to aid him.
On the sixth night of the Team Battle, the final battle between the Samsara Squads began. The all-out battle disregarded the intervention of the army and even used the army's firepower to inflict casualties on the enemy.
Those Reincarnator have survived to this day are all quite capable. The efficiency of infantry, armored vehicles, helicopters, and Tank is not as good as before. The coastal naval guns fired 12 times, but they still couldn't suppress the momentum of the Reincarnator.
The military suffered heavy casualties and withdrew its forces to the vicinity of the airport. If it was not a counterattack by the hit forces, then it was preparing to unleash a major attack, such as a nuclear bomb to wipe out the area.
When the first naval gunshot rang out, Russell dared not stay in the warehouse any longer; the deafening roar seemed to be about to strike him at any moment.
It's highly likely, after all, his name is on Death's little book, so nothing that happens is surprising!
Avoiding the patrolling soldiers, Russell walked along the desolate streets. The weather was terrible tonight, with howling winds and a large patch of dark clouds rolling in from afar.
The night sky was clearly divided into two halves, one dark and the other bathed in moonlight. But the gale intensified, and within minutes, the black half rolled in, crushing and swallowing up all the white.
The sky was dark and the moonlight was obscured by thick clouds. In addition, all the lights in the city were turned off, making it feel like walking through a ghost town.
Russell was located on the edge of the city and did not intend to go too far in. The towering buildings were silent and lifeless, which made people's scalp tingle just by looking at them.
However, with Jason leading the way, there's no need to worry about encountering ghosts. Jason is one of the ghosts, so we should at least give him some respect. If all else fails, we can sit down and talk. Although Russell's job doesn't pay a salary and the benefits are average, it's a lifetime contract, so there's no need to fear unemployment.
The wind picked up, the clouds in the sky thickened and gradually pressed down towards the ground, and the rolling thunder made Russell's face light up.
Thunder is a good sign; it's a sure way to get struck by lightning!
"Death is indeed stubborn, but that suits me just fine..." Russell told Jason to stand aside and not get in the way, then stood quietly on the street, arms outstretched, waiting for the lightning to strike. As if afraid that Death's petty gesture wouldn't be fierce enough, he deliberately gave him a friendly middle finger greeting.
Rumble!!!
Silver streaks of lightning darted through the dark clouds, like Thor cleaving the night sky with lightning, illuminating the ground as if it were daytime.
Russell's expected lightning didn't come; instead, a torrential downpour began, with large raindrops pelting his body and directly covering his face.
There was no lightning, but a storm came uninvited, Russell, dressed in a black robe, stood under a large tree to take shelter from the rain.
Standing under a tree on a rainy day—yes, he's doing it to get struck by lightning!
The black robe was waterproof, so Russell didn't have to worry about getting soaked like Jason even after standing there all night. However, the increasingly fierce wind gave him a bad feeling.
Rumble!!!
A silver streak flashed through the dark clouds once more, and the wind shifted. Suddenly, a vortex swirled and twisted within the rolling black clouds in the distance. The surrounding clouds were stirred by the vortex, and black vapors began to descend to the ground. Accompanied by rolling lightning, a black tornado that stretched across the sky slowly took shape.
The tornado's size increased at a visible rate, growing from its initial formation to its enormous, unstoppable size in just a few tens of seconds.
"Heh, another one of those America have so few people' stories. The climate in this country is really terrible." Russell commented indifferently. Anyway, he didn't live in the America, so tornadoes and volcanic eruptions were none of his business.
Three seconds later, Russell changed his mind, because the tornado was rapidly moving in his direction.
Russell: "..."
Rumble rumble rumble ————
The power of natural disasters is immeasurable. Where tornadoes pass, sand and stones fly, and the immense tearing force uproots everything around them. Whether it's trees or low-lying buildings, anything that is even slightly touched is swept up.
Whoosh!
A rock the size of a fist was lifted into the sky, centrifugal force propelling it towards Russell. He easily dodged it, and the rock struck a large tree with a loud thud, creating a dent.
The large tree behind us was being blown about, and as far as the eye could see, trees larger than this one looked like matchsticks in the face of the tornado, so fragile that they would break at the slightest touch. The broken trunks disintegrated in the air, being thrown in all directions, creating large craters in the ground.
Russell licked his lips. A wise man avoids dangerous places. The wind was getting strong, and the stones and branches being thrown out were almost at the speed of sound. He needed to find a sturdy building to take shelter.
The suburbs have their advantages. There's a three-story reinforced concrete factory building right next to it, which is sturdy and pressure-resistant, and more reliable than residential buildings.
Russell and Jason ran together, their teamwork seamless. Russell was in front and Jason was behind, and Jason used his broad shoulders to shield them from any flying rocks and branches.
Once inside the factory building, Russell felt a sense of calm. He raised his hand to the sky and gave the middle finger. "Are you stupid? Even the strongest wind can't blow this building away! If you know what's good for you, hurry up and let lightning strike me instead!"
By the time Russell ran into the factory, the tornado had grown several times larger, its diameter comparable to a skyscraper, towering into the clouds and tearing a path through them.
The wind intensified, making the factory ceiling rattle, but Russell remained unperturbed. He believed that this wind wouldn't overturn the factory unless each falling stone was ten meters in diameter.
But how could that be!
Whoosh!
A slender black shadow was swept up by the gale and shot rapidly toward the factory. Russell, with his sharp eyes, could tell that it was neither a rock nor a broken tree trunk, but... a missile!
Russell: Σ(っ°Д°;)っ
Jason: (°_°)
What's going on? With such strong winds, who the hell is firing missiles for no reason?
Rumble!!!
Half of the factory building collapsed, and the rising flames were blown away by the hurricane. Russell and Jason fled in a sorry state, with the whistling sound of wind breaking behind them.
Looking back, he saw ten missiles chasing after him. Only then did he realize that the place where the tornado formed seemed to be the airport.
"Damn it, who led the troops?"