I’ve been playing melee for four months now, and it’s all about getting beaten or on the way to being beaten.
At this moment, he finally experienced the joy of melee combat.
Alas, this is just a Small World, not his future main battlefield. He’s already inlaid the Praying Life Soul; if he stops playing midway, he’s afraid the guild brothers will block the village entrance to beat him up.
He can be invincible in the Small World, but in the village, he’s just a slightly stronger player, unable to reach the top echelon.
Being able to inlay the Praying Life Soul is due to the sacrificial power gathered by the guild brothers.
Therefore, this will be his last dance in playing the Melee Faction.
A phantom Battle Axe slowly forms in his hand, as if it has been quenched from the sun, with blazing flames burning on the axe blade, its brilliant light making him look like a God descending to the world.
As the Battle Axe sweeps, golden flame streams cut through the sky, creating arcs of light.
The group of Immortal Zombies are like ants under the axe light; their decayed bodies are burned to ashes by the scorching Gang Qi before they can even get close, with black smoke and a scorched smell permeating.
Sweeping the Battle Axe, the released golden flame stream sweeps like an angry dragon, and Mao Xuan, amid the slaughter, appears as a War God, crushing the Immortal Zombies with an unbeatable posture.
This scene completely shocked the survivors in the fortress sanctuary and overturned their worldview.
"Mommy, it turns out there really are Gods protecting us in this world."
A smile appeared on the face of a little girl, who raised the picture book in her hand, which featured illustrated fairy tales.
The mother did not speak, her gaze still fixed blankly on that invincible figure.
The battle outside continued.
After the survivors in the sanctuary realized they were safe, their intense survival desire began to diminish.
Upon discovering the decline in Wish Power, Mao Xuan accelerated the pace of harvesting the Immortal Zombies.
How to obtain sacrificial power: aside from protection, there are many ways, and surely there’s no problem earning tens of thousands of Wish Power points in this world.
Meanwhile, in the shelter hall.
Blackie, standing among the crowd, gazed with fanatical eyes at the invincible figure like a War God, and upon hearing the little girl’s exclamation, he thought of the myth story he had once heard.
This story tells of a God existing in a post-apocalyptic world, who brings hope and salvation to survivors in distress.
But, as he grew older, he knew it was just a fairy tale made by the older generation.
The older generation knew that despair would utterly destroy all survivors, so they invented this story to bring a bit of comfort to those in dire straits.
Let them believe that even when trapped in difficulties, there is still a chance of being saved, and they should persist.
But now, the God from the story truly appeared.
He was just as described in the story; no matter how many Immortal Zombies there are, they cannot harm even a hair of him.
"Xiao Jin, the myth has become reality."
Noticing no response from his side, Blackie abruptly turned his head and saw that Xiao Jin, who had been standing next to him, was missing.
Scanning the surroundings, he saw Xiao Jin in the corner, face ashen.
Pushing through the crowd, he came before Xiao Jin and found that a splash of blood from an Immortal Zombie had stained Xiao Jin’s left cheek.
Realizing Blackie wanted to touch him, Xiao Jin, clenching his teeth and already somewhat disoriented, roared.
Blackie’s body trembled uncontrollably. He knelt before Xiao Jin, eyes reddening.
This was his brother from childhood, more dear than blood brothers. They always explored together.
"Blackie...give me a quick one, let me go painlessly, I can’t bear it, it hurts so much."
Xiao Jin gritted his teeth and spoke, his voice already slurred, as if squeezed out of his throat, cold sweat constantly forming on his forehead, eyes filled with both a desire to live and a fear of death.
At this moment, Blackie raised his gun, aiming it at Xiao Jin’s head.
Breathing heavily, he inhaled deeply, trying to muster the courage to pull the trigger, but no matter what, he couldn’t find the strength to do so.
"Blackie, I beg you, hurry."
Xiao Jin’s eyes had turned gray, a sign of immortality; the Immortal Virus was rampaging within him.
Seeing the pain on his brother’s face, Blackie finally made up his mind, gritting his teeth as he pressed the trigger.
At that critical moment, an arm suddenly grabbed the barrel and lifted it.
Blackie looked up to see that the bullet hit the God, cloaked in red light, in the gut, leaving no trace.
"Do you want to save him?"
"Yes." Blackie nodded without hesitation, and a touch of yearning appeared in his eyes.
He believed this God surely had the ability to save his brother.
"How much do you want it?"
"I am willing to trade my life for his."
Upon hearing this, the man who was as powerful as a God smiled, then looked down at the agonizingly struggling Xiao Jin:
"And you, how strong is your desire to continue living?"