Jacques Simon is an all-star among Chaos Demon players. He has entered seven worlds and led the final destruction of three of them.
But in the previous world, he rushed into the lower plane alone in an attempt to contact something called the will of the abyss. Before the world was on the verge of destruction, the despair of countless dead creatures forced Gaia to transform into a collective consciousness.
For players, generally at this stage, players have begun to withdraw from the world to prevent their consciousness from being eroded. At the same time, the three major committees also prohibit players from contacting this kind of thing.
But Jacques Simon single-handedly led the destruction of the entire world. Of course, he was not satisfied with this. He wanted to personally feel the things that he had destroyed.
What could possibly excite a Destroyer more?
Of course, it is destruction itself, killing an individual, exterminating a group, or even destroying a civilization. These are the things that Chaos Demon players are most interested in.
When Jacquin entered this world, he only smelled the air of this world with his nose, and knew that the pioneers of this world were hiding something fishy, otherwise the company and the three major committees would never allow players like him to enter this world in advance.
But he doesn't care, he even plans to take the initiative to explore the little secrets hidden in this world.
Killing is his stepping stone, and destruction is his stepping stone. No matter what is hidden behind this world, as long as he doesn't want to watch himself cannibalizing the world bit by bit, he must take the initiative to stand up and stop himself.
So why hide it? Why be cautious? This is just their first meeting. There are still many opportunities for them to interact. Wouldn't it be good to leave a deep impression on each other and then look forward to the next reunion?
What he likes most is watching those pretentious world guardians, seeing himself appear again and again, and finally collapse in despair.
Therefore, after Jacquin killed all the living creatures near the landing point, he randomly picked a direction and caused death and extinction along the way.
From the first impression, this world is a very interesting one. They have a relatively advanced level of technology but maintain a very primitive way of life.
What's more, there are still superhuman things in this world. Jacquin has seen them twice on his own journey, but in the end they only brought a little extra fun to the journey itself.
These natives are still very immature and have no idea what their abilities can do and what effects they can have. Jacquin doesn't care about playing the role of teacher and teaching them a lesson.
It's a pity that those two students didn't have the chance to do their homework.
His ability is to control the wind. The only regret is that he cannot create the wind himself. He can only use the naturally formed wind to release his power.
But Jacquin soon found a more convenient way to use his power. He could use his own power in the wind to continuously expand the wind force, and eventually formed a strong enough wind force to increase his destructive power.
The current storm is his masterpiece. As a superhuman who relies on the power of wind, he has a natural sensitivity to wind, a natural climate.
He has been chasing this storm, and finally threw himself into it, becoming the eye of the storm, making the storm itself more violent.
As the air flow rose, the wind gradually accelerated. Jacquin felt like an omnipotent god. He held up the air flow with his hands and felt the pleasure of the air brushing his fingers.
Jacquin feels that the supernatural abilities in this world are so magical. When he possesses this ability, it is like instinct. He inherently knows how to use it.
He rotated with the direction of the storm, feeling the centrifugal force tearing at his limbs, as if they were going to tear him apart. Perhaps the only thing limiting him was his own physical strength.
But he knew that he was far from reaching his limit. This body could bear more, and he could make this storm even more magnificent. This sense of accomplishment was like raising a child with a blood connection.
Jacquin felt the information fed back by the storm, as if he had transformed into this natural disaster that destroyed everything and came to dominate the world.
He waved his hand excitedly and threw forward a wind blade that was tens of meters long. The wind blade screamed, cut the air, penetrated the storm, and finally left a deep mark on the land.
However, just when Jacquin was most excited, a very slow bullet 'floated' in front of him.
Jacquin dismissed the bullet contemptuously, and then he saw the shooters, two black figures standing in the storm.
They seemed to have been almost submerged by the storm, but Jacquin did not underestimate the enemy. He danced wildly with his hands and threw out one wind blade after another, covering the two figures.
However, this did not cause any damage. The wind blade hit the ground and stirred up wind and sand, which instantly obscured Jacquin's field of vision, and the two figures just disappeared.
The next second, Jacquin suddenly felt something suddenly appear behind him in the storm!
Being extremely sensitive to changes in air currents, he instantly shifted his position along the direction of the cyclone and allowed the storm to take him to a higher place.
Tang Ji missed a hit, turned around and disappeared into the void again.
In the last battle against Greed, he learned the new ability [Air Stomping], and the sky is no longer a restricted area for his hunting.
But at this time, he was still more accustomed to using phase transition to approach the target. The impact of the storm was too great. Even if he could not resist the hurricane with his own weight, he could not offset the power of the storm itself, and phase transition could
He was temporarily sheltered from the edge of the storm.
Kreps behaved a little more brutally. He had no ability to fly, so he jumped directly into the storm.
The souls of the ancestors protect this land. Since the enemy will not go down to the ground, he will go up. As for when to meet, it is all decided by God.
On the contrary, Jacquin performed like a fish in the storm. He slid around in the storm like a migratory bird, teasing his enemies. From time to time, he threw out two wind blades to test Tang Ji's position. As for the other one,
He doesn't care at all.
Tang Ji doesn't intend to waste too much time with Jacquin here. For him, this is just one of many goals.
And it is still not that important. It is difficult for only one person to spread fear. Tang Ji does not intend to give the target too many opportunities to perform.
So Don directly activated [Death Fight Invitation], and invisible chains connected him and Jacquin. The sudden restraint destroyed Jacquin's balance.
Then, like a real god, Tang Ji allowed the flames of hatred to spread along the storm, gradually turning the entire storm into a gray-white fire storm.
Jacquin's abilities were shattered in an instant like a soap bubble. From an arrogant god, he became a bird without wings, a fish out of water, tossed around by invisible chains in the storm.
Kreps also encountered the same problem, but fortunately, Tang Ji easily picked up the big cat, which had lost its animal form, and threw it down when it was less than five meters above the ground.
In his other hand, he held the target he wanted to hunt, Jacques Simon.
In Tang Ji's eyes, Jacquin is no more special than other Chaos Demon type players, and in the past few days of hunting operations, these people all said the same words, and he has heard enough.
So he didn't give the other party a chance to talk nonsense, and directly crushed the other party's throat with his fingers.
Jacques Simon died with a smile. From his eyes, Tang Ji seemed to hear him saying: We will meet again!
But the fact is that he can't come back. The poor little player didn't realize until his death that the greatest danger in the world has come to his door.
Normally, Tang Ji would be happy to show his cruelty to the other party, but now they were in a storm, with sand and lightning everywhere, and he just wanted to leave this ghost place as soon as possible.
So, consider him lucky.
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"Mr. Markarian, we have noticed that there have been a large number of unexpected deaths among the Chaos Demon type players that were previously delivered to you. I think you need to explain to us." An ordinary-looking player was sitting on a horse.
Opposite Karian.
He is an inquirer from the company's planning department who just arrived here today.
In the past few days, more than 20 players have died, and all of them were Chaos Demon type players.
Of course the company is aware of Tangji's special nature, but such a high density of deaths of players of the same type, all of them high-level players, makes the company have to wonder whether Markarian is deliberately consuming this type of players.
Because of the behavior of Chaos Demon-type players, most players and even pioneers are prejudiced against them and often have conflicts. However, to the company, they are valuable commodities just like other types of players, each with its own merits.
use.
"I'm afraid I can only tell you with regret that the will of Gaia in this world has a thug with a bad temper and a very strong ability." Markarian did not appear too nervous. His status in the company
It's very special. More often than not, he acts as a communication bridge between the company and the Supreme Being.
"Maybe it's because you put Chaos Demon type players into this world too early, isn't it?" The inquirer frowned: "I hope you can use the high-level players we give you carefully, they are
The most important asset of the company, even the Most High, would not be happy to see us unable to meet the needs of the Most High.”
"What I am executing is a direct order from the Supreme Being." Markarian raised his head and looked at the other party: "I can tell you that in the next period of time, many players will die, and these deaths are
By permission of the Most High.”
"Very good, Markarian, I will convey your words to the company's senior management intact." The inquirer smiled, closed his eyes, and was already offline.
Permission dogs from the top of the company always have many privileges, such as being able to go offline quickly. Obviously in this world, this ability is particularly important.
And the energy consumed by the other party for one round trip is enough for Markarian to fill the world with 300 more players.
"Tangji...Tangji...what should I do with you?" Markarian said with a headache: "Can't you just accept your fate honestly?"
"Let Karcalf return again, we need him to deliver some news." Markarian picked up an old-fashioned red telephone with a rotary dial and said to the person on the other side of the phone.
That was a key prop that the Trail Blazers could deploy after completing the second node mission. This phone could directly communicate with Markarian's home world. On the other side of the phone was the company's communication room in another world...
As a latent player, Karcalf had previously leaked a lot of information about the home world to the indigenous people, which was a serious crime in their world.
So Karcalf's memory has been rewritten, and this time it will be decided by the company what kind of person he is and what kind of life he has had.
According to Markarian's setting, the returning Karcalf will be an undercover agent who endures humiliation and pretends to cooperate with the natives of this world for the sake of effect.
He will be sent out to try to regain the trust of Tangji and the others. As for whether Karkarf will be discovered, Markarian doesn't care at all.
He has already lost enough players in this world, it doesn't matter if he adds another Karcalf, it is just using waste anyway.
...
"Where am I...?" Karkarf, who had a splitting headache, opened his eyes in pain and stroked his bald head, as if he was still not used to this new hairstyle.
"Welcome back Karcalf, you were seriously injured before, and we had to recycle it and repair it at low temperature." A pioneer in a white coat said to Karcalf with a smile.
"I was attacked before? I don't remember anything. It seems that there was a long period of memory blank." Karkarf said sadly. He could feel the regret and annoyance coming from the bottom of his heart, but he could not find the source.
"Ah, I'm sorry, Karcalf, in order to make you look more real when you were arrested and to deceive the aborigines, one of our teams raided your home." The smile on the pioneer's face remained unchanged: "You
You know, in order to act more realistically, we took a cruel approach, and judging from the effect, I think they didn't realize that you had been lying to them."
"Especially your feelings about family, they are so perfect, Kacalf, we were almost deceived." The pioneer kindly stretched out his hand to Kacalf and handed him a set of clothes: "They
When you died, the expression on your face was amazing. They would have never imagined that you had planned all of this in advance."
"Huh? Really? That's good..." Karkarf agreed and smiled. It would take some time for the scattered memories in his mind to return to their correct positions. At this time, he only felt sick and wanted to vomit.
"Don't worry, you haven't been back for a while. The arrival process this time is a bit sudden. You need a little more time to adapt." The pioneer handed another wallet to Kacalf: "I said I have some change. Take these.
Go out and relax, find a place to have a drink, and don’t think about work first.”
"Thank you." Kacalf retched, but still breathed heavily and replied.
"You're welcome, I'm glad you can come back." The Blazer responded. Karkarf did not look back, otherwise he would have seen that there was no smile on the other person's face, only cold eyes.