"A minor mission? He’s sothing else, having the energy for this at a ti like this."
Zhou An twitched the corner of his mouth, unable to resist complaining.
The flying sword he controlled slew the monsters along the way.
These monsters weren’t particularly dense, but encountered occasionally, and had a certain level of aggressiveness, with strength around Tier Nine.
So of them didn’t seem like alien creatures, already adapted to living here.
In the sky, so birds completely rged with the black fog, extrely difficult to distinguish, and they typically wouldn’t attack living beings, instead scavenging rotting corpses at night.
While other monsters appeared very abrupt.
There was a kind of four-legged animal emitting a golden glow, visible from afar, they were extrely aggressive, for ordinary people, encountering one would an certain death.
Su Changxing observed Zhou An’s flying sword for a mont and couldn’t help but exclaim:
"Your power has grown significantly compared to before, most Tier Eight opponents are likely no match for you, and if you strike first in a surprise attack, you could kill your opponent in most situations."
Zhou An thought for a mont and said: "This position is quite powerful, but I’m completely clueless on how to advance."
Most people, including Su Changxing, held non-positioning system roles, while Zhou An’s belonged to the positioning system.
The positioning system roles have a fixed path, with each tier corresponding one-to-one. In other words, Zhou An’s Tier Seven position is essentially fixed.
Su Changxing pondered and said: "Given the current situation, the power you wield is similar to that of a Cultivator, yet there’s a difference. You might need to find the corresponding position to advance, which is a bit of a hassle."
"I translated the Guiyuan Technique you brought over, try practicing it over the next few days, but don’t force it, it might not work, the Extraordinary power system is definitely different from Cultivation."
Speaking, he duplicated another Guiyuan Technique in the Pocket Galaxy, with simplified characters on it.
Doing such things in the Pocket Galaxy is extrely easy, but translating the words on the Guiyuan Technique requires ti.
Zhou An shrugged, indifferent: "No rush, take it slow, I’m far from advancing, there’ll be a way by then, can’t be stuck here forever."
Su Changxing stroked his chin, contemplative: "If they were Cultivators, being stuck seems normal, don’t they have long lifespans?"
"······" Zhou An paused, falling into brief silence.
As they neared Anxi Town, a slender robot rushed up to him, its voice slightly chanical and magnetic, said:
"Sir, long ti no see."
This was the voice of Dwarf T3.
"How is the current situation?" Su Changxing asked.
Dwarf T3 reported: "Due to the lack of a core and ongoing combat, we suffered so losses, the maximum number of robots reduced to 324."
"This ti we brought 72 combat units, currently conducting a thorough sweep clearing nearby dangerous units."
Su Changxing thought and said: "Still no materials found to make the core?"
Dwarf T3 answered: "No, we’ve been exploring and searching but haven’t found anything, likely similar substances don’t exist on this planet."
Ink Stone is a core material of their technology, missing it greatly hampers their developnt.
It’s like electricity for modern civilization, without it, modern civilization can’t develop.
After listening, Su Changxing said:
"Continue searching, if there’s no way, we’ll have to find other abandoned robots to increase your numbers."
This is a more rustic thod.
Near the highway close to Donglin City, robots erged from the black fog, elsewhere they seed to not have been found.
Upon entering Anxi Town, Zhang Sheng already forcibly took over the settlent, conducting personnel checks.
As for the checks, naturally, it’s to filter out Doomsday Cult mbers.
This is a bloody reckoning, they discovered many Doomsday Cult mbers within the settlent.
Initially, only one or two were found, later they started pointing at each other, there’s no trust among these Doomsday Cult mbers.
Doomsday Cult mbers are divided into two types, one is core mbers, the other is peripheral mbers.
Among the peripheral mbers, most are ordinary people yearning to beco extraordinary, unable to find a way, they risk joining the Doomsday Cult.
For peripheral mbers, they are recorded and temporarily detained, strictly ordered to sever ties with the Doomsday Cult.
While the core mbers are often players, even extraordinary.
Zhang Shun led people to track down several core mbers, remaining inconspicuous in the settlent, their hands blood-stained, secretly killing many.
The Doomsday Cult’s mission system guides them along the path of anti-humanity.
"Just kill them, they’re not of much use kept alive."
Ye Yongqiang coldly suggested, kicking one bound Doomsday Cult mber insultingly.
At this point, the Security Bureau’s struggle with the Doomsday Cult reached extremity, employing various ans to crush the opposition.
Chang Yi licked his lips with his tongue, casually said:
"The group leader sent a ssage saying to behead them publicly, drag them to the square over there and execute them."
"?" Ye Yongqiang chuckled.
Chang Yi nodded, said: "You’re good at this."
Ye Yongqiang assessed these terrified people, said: "With a knife?"
Chang Yi rolled his eyes, irritated: "A gun will do, no need for excessive bloodshed·····put a bag over their heads.
After so deliberation, Su Changxing and his team made a relatively extre decision. To behead these cultists publicly, warning others not to join the Doomsday Cult.
······
In a not-so-big room, incense burning in the corner, a candle on the table, light slightly dim.
"Surely there are more, but it’s unrealistic to clear them all, killing too many is pointless."
Su Changxing sat alone in a chair, reviewing task reward settlents.
This mission’s rewards are extrely generous, easier than expected, but without Zhu Wenwu, incapable of killing the White Mask.
Rewards include three special enhancents and one promotion chance, no high-tier mysterious items.
Because he didn’t personally kill the White Mask, rewards reduced.
[Special Enhancent, Spiritual Power 1]
[Special Enhancent, Spiritual Power 1]
[Special Enhancent, Spiritual Power 1]
[Spiritual Power: 39]
Just after enhancent, he felt a throbbing pain in his head, heavy, as if a weight pressing in his brain.
"Reaching the limit soon."
He frowned, realizing attribute values also have limits, impossible to strengthen indefinitely this way.
Also, it’s not very scientific.
Like ordinary people, max six tis enhancent, exceeding would cause death.
He thought it’s likely a type of shackle, the shackle of life, forcing water into a bottle bursting it, yet might break through by so thod.
[Proceed with promotion, please select a relatively quiet and safe place]
Upon promotion, a dazzling silver flashed between his eyes.
His body quickly changed, slightly enhanced, life level gradually rising, so cells shimring like stars in deep space.
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