Qin Wu's roar, which was a mixture of despair and broken sound, spread through the Main God network like an electric current, instantly spreading through the minds of all those who came.
However, this final warning from the captain was already too late.
For the vast majority of Reincarnators, their fate has been decided the moment they set foot on this land.
At the same time, Great Shang Capital City, Chaoge.
South City Gate.
A Reincarnators team codenamed [Phantom] is using high-tech optical camouflage to perfectly blend into the background.
They are the top Assassin, best at creating chaos and Slaughter in bustling cities.
"Captain, we have entered the city. The natives here are defenseless and are like a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered."
"Very good. Look for the local power center, such as Royal Palace or the priest Temple, 'Origin Temple' is likely to be there."
The captain gave the order, and the four members of the team, like ghosts, silently merged into the crowd.
They walked on the wide street paved with Cyan Stone, looking at the vendors and pedestrians around them who were dressed in coarse linen clothes and had simple smiles. Their eyes were filled with the superiority of predators.
A team member was attracted by a roadside stall selling roasted sweet potatoes.
The stall owner was a middle-aged uncle who looked very honest. He did not use charcoal fire, but just stretched out a finger, and on the fingertip, a small, warm orange-red flame danced.
The sweet potatoes exude an alluring sweet aroma when licked by the flames.
"What a backward way to use energy."
The team member made a disdainful comment in his mind and prepared to go around the stall.
At this moment, a Formation Wind blew by, and the small flame jumped.
A wisp of sparks, thinner than a hair, fell from the flames and landed gently on the Assassin player who turned on "Quantum Phantom Shield".
The shield didn't even cause A Trace waves.
The team member didn't notice anything either.
He continued to walk forward.
One step.
Two steps.
Three steps.
Then, in the astonished eyes of the passers-by around him, his entire body, together with all the high-tech equipment on his body, silently, inch by inch, turned into the most delicate... fly ash.
A Formation Wind blew by and disappeared without a trace.
"... Number three?"
The captain called out in shock on the team channel.
No response.
He turned around suddenly, only to see that the place where No. 3 was originally standing was empty.
It's as if that person never existed.
"What's going on?!"
The uncle selling roasted sweet potatoes just glanced at the flying ash and scratched his head in embarrassment.
"Oh, the wind is a bit noisy today."
The shore of the East Sea, in front of Dragon King Temple.
A [Sanctuary] team composed of Western Religion paladins and priests descended here.
"What a rich and bright aura!"
The leader, Holy Knight, felt the vast energy in the air, with ecstasy on his face.
"No! This is not the breath of light, this is...Power of Faith! The purest Power of Faith!"
He saw the Dragon King Temple, which was full of incense, and saw countless fishermen kneeling down to worship devoutly.
"Found it! This is the Faith core of this world! That 'Origin Temple' must be under this temple!"
Holy Knight raised the holy sword high and his voice was solemn and loud.
"In the name of Main God! The heretic in front of Purification, take back the Divine Kingdom that belongs to my lord!"
"Purification!"
Dozens of team members shouted in unison, and Holy Light rose into the sky, preparing to wipe this small Dragon King Temple from the map, along with the surrounding fishermen.
Just then.
A white-haired old man who was fishing with an ordinary bamboo pole at the beach seemed to have been blinded by their Holy Light.
The old man clicked his tongue in displeasure.
He raised his head and glanced at the "birdmen" wearing golden armor and shining wings on their backs. A Trace irritability flashed through his cloudy eyes.
"It's so noisy."
He casually swung the fishing line in his hand in the direction of the [Sanctuary] team.
The fishing line made of unknown material grows in mid-air when facing the wind!
In an instant, it turned into a Shrouding the Heavens golden Great Net that covered the sun!
On the Internet, every thread is composed of pure Karma Law!
[Sanctuary] Everyone in the team, including the captain whose strength was comparable to that of a god, was covered over the head by the Karma Great Net before they could react!
All Holy Light and all magical arts burst like bubbles the moment they came into contact with Great Net.
"What is this?!"
"No! My Holy Light power is imprisoned!"
Great Net suddenly closed it.
Dozens of Reincarnators, like a school of fish caught by a fisherman, none of them landed, they were all caught together in the net, unable to move.
The white-haired old man flicked his wrist and took back Great Net.
Looking at the "fish" in the net that were struggling but unable to move Karma Law in the slightest, the old man curled his lips.
"It's weird and not enough to fit between your teeth."
He casually threw the net, along with dozens of Reincarnators inside, into a half-dead fish basket at his feet.
In the fish basket, there was a dying... real dragon that was also locked by Karma Law. He opened his eyes with difficulty, glanced at the new "neighbor", and then closed his eyes in despair.
Shouyang Mountain, the top of the mountain.
Two old men with white beards and hair, and fairy-like appearance Dao Bones, were sitting under a green pine tree, playing chess.
Chessboard is natural Cyan Stone.
Chess Piece is a black and white stone picked up randomly.
Suddenly, the space behind them distorted, and a Reincarnators team codenamed [Red Demon] was randomly teleported here.
The leader of the one-horned warrior looked at the two "mortal" old men with no energy fluctuations in front of him, with bloodthirsty greed in his eyes.
"I'm lucky. I met two sacrifices when I first arrived. I will accept your souls without any courtesy!"
He pulled out the demon sword from his waist and was ready to take action.
An old man who was playing chess seemed to be worried about a move. He was holding a white piece and was hesitant about making a move.
Seeing this, another old man smiled and urged, "Senior Brother, hurry up and make your move. If you don't make your move, it will be dark."
The old man named Senior Brother sighed after hearing this.
"That's fine."
He casually threw the white stone that troubled him toward Chessboard.
"This son is invalid."
That small, ordinary, white stone drew a beautiful parabola in the air.
Impartially, it hit the [Red Demon] team leader, the one-horned samurai... on the forehead.
"Pfft."
A soft sound.
The body of the one-horned warrior froze.
The ferocious smile on his face was still hanging on his face.
But on his forehead, there was a small hole that was transparent from front to back.
Immediately afterwards, his body, together with the demon sword in his hand, and all the team members behind him, like weathered sand sculptures, silently, inch by inch, turned into ashes all over the sky.
The white stone, after "smashing" the elite team to death, continued its momentum, bouncing on the rocks a few more times, and finally rolled into Mountain Stream with a "snap" sound.
From the beginning to the end, the two old men playing chess did not look back at them.
Scenes of similar but different "tragedies" were staged simultaneously in every corner of Primordial World.
Some tried to sneak into the large Shang Army camp, but were shouted "Ha" by the soldiers who were practicing, and the Divine Soul was crushed to pieces.
Some came to the North Sea and were swallowed up by a passing Kun, along with the space of billions of miles in radius.
Some people wanted to "geologically transform" a mountain peak, but it turned out that the mountain was Wuzhuang Temple of Zhen Yuanzi, and was directly crushed into a two-dimensional picture by the pressure of Earth Book.
Qin Wu's warning was, after all, too late.
In other words, even if they received warning in advance, it would be meaningless.
When they stepped into this land, the ending was already written.
Main God Space, central core.
The cold mechanical beeps are ringing crazily at an unprecedented frequency.
[Warning: [Phantom] All members of the team were killed.]
[Warning: [Sanctuary] All members of the team have lost contact and are judged to have been killed in action.]
[Warning: [Red Demon] All members of the team were killed.]
[Warning: [Thunder God's Hammer] All members of the team were killed.]
[Warning...]
It's short, less than a stick of incense.
Three hundred and twenty-seven light points representing the Reincarnators team were extinguished.
Only [Apocalypse] Team was left. Because it was the closest, Qin Wu's warning was captured immediately by Main God and thus survived.
But at this moment, they are just lambs to be slaughtered.
Main God Core In the light sphere, the unimaginably huge data flow appeared for the first time... stuck.
Chaos.
Contradiction.
No Principles of the Dao solution.
The logical model that it was proud of, which was sufficient to deduce the operating rules of Myriad Worlds, was completely destroyed at this moment by a large number of absurd death reports that were completely inconsistent with Karma.
[... Logical link crash...]
[...Karma Law database...130 million paradoxes appear...]
[... restarting advanced deduction module... restart failed...]
Finally, after consuming nearly one percent of the core Origin, Main God finally came to a conclusion that made it feel "terrified".
It marked a brand new, never-before-seen label behind the target "Fallen Divine Kingdom" with the highest authority.
[Threat Level:???]
[World code: Logic Black Hole.]