"In one hour."
"If you hold the most flags in the war zone, you will get the first reward this time,"
"The person who obtains the most honor points will be awarded the first title in each department."
"Among the first awakened ones in the strength, agility, physique, and will systems, the number one in this trial will be selected based on the number of awakened ones killed, and they will be awarded the title of number one in the world!"
After the cold system prompt sounded.
A huge and simple altar suddenly appeared on each level of the Death Battle.
The altar is illusory, yet real.
It seems that the altars on each level are connected to each other.
Staying in the area on this floor, the Chinese War Zone, who has never been out, stared solemnly at the illusion of the altar.
"The decisive battle is about to begin!"
The top brass of the military region and several commanders took a deep breath and looked at the solemn soldiers behind them.
Although I don’t know why the North American theater has not attacked them, and even the neutral alliance has not appeared.
In the absence of a report, they could only guess that the two sides should give priority to the exchange of fire.
It is possible that both sides suffered heavy losses.
However, this is also in line with their strategic intentions.
Isn't it just to preserve our strength and compete for the flag in the final stage by waiting until this time?
Li Hao, who was floating in mid-air and had been on high alert for several days, nodded slightly.
However, after he glanced at the altar, he always felt that the death battles in the past few days were too weird and quiet.
I don’t know how many people are still alive now.
But you can imagine that the next hour will be a brutal fight!
All war zones will fight to the last moment for the final reward!
On the ground, Chen Yangtian returned early with his team.
He also looked at the illusion of the altar, feeling uneasy in his heart.
He had secretly looked around for places where Lin An might be hiding, and prepared to attack and kill him.
But found nothing.
He couldn't figure it out, except that he didn't go to the territory of the two alliances. He asked himself whether he had searched carefully enough.
I don’t know if Lin An was killed by others.
Thinking of Lin An's points, he couldn't help but feel a little pity.
Probably not dead.
That kid's defense and speed are abnormal. Even he needs to destroy this body before he can kill the opponent.
In the midst of random thoughts, the order was issued.
"The whole army sets off! Fight to the death!"
One level of deathmatch battlefield.
Nearly two thousand awakened people silently looked at the backs of the two figures standing at the front.
The altar is right in front of you, and the flags are randomly placed aside.
But at this time, no one dared to step forward.
Not long ago, they desperately realized that if Lin An could really kill them all by himself, everyone would have to smile bitterly and wait for death at the resurrection point.
Well, they chose to be beheaded.
At least, death is not that ugly.
Standing in front of the altar, Lin An suddenly turned his head and looked at everyone.
He is in a pretty good mood now.
Soft tone:
"I took all four spots from first to tenth."
"Who has an opinion?"
Standing next to Lin An, Xiong Hanzi held a can of canned yellow peaches with a playful smile, raised his head and swallowed it with a slurp.
"Hiccup~~"
So full.
Listening to Lin An's gentle and even considerate tone, everyone just looked away silently, and no one said anything.
Anyone who had an opinion was dead.
Among the crowd, only Tai Er looked blankly at the can in Xiong Hanzi's hand, as if thinking of something, and then looked down at the can in his own hand.
Why do these two things feel so similar?
For a long time, a question has been lingering in his mind.
Yellow peach, what does it represent?
Chapter completed!