I Became a God in a Horror Game: 258, Ice Age
Bai Liu and the others left Taishan Station and came to the place where they had been resettled before, and found that Fang Xiaoxiao, who they had dug out from the ice crevasse, had indeed disappeared.
"Fang Xiaoxiao also took away other team members." Tang Erda looked stern.
Mu Sicheng looked at Bai Liu: "So are we going to find them next? Where will they go?"
"I probably know why Edmund left and where they will go." Bai Liu exhaled a breath of white air. marginal.
Bai Liu showed a relaxed, slightly joking smile: "——It seems that another player has put a little pressure on this end boss, Professor Edmund, and let him get it temporarily Abandon the experiment on us, and leave to target this player."
Liu Jiayi is always the one who responds quickly, she turned to look at Bai Liu: "Is it spades? What did he do?"
"To carry out the main task of the game." Bai Liu looked back at her flatly, "—to make the world warm."
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Beside the pure white Ross Ice Shelf.
In the waters near Victoria Land, the seawater contains a lot of salt, which can lower the freezing point of the water to below freezing point.
Before the arrival of the polar night, it is the time when the Antarctic is cold and warm and the sea water is cold. If a person falls into it for fifteen minutes, he will die due to hypothermia.
And in such sea water, it is obviously a very eye-catching thing to see a human being who fluctuates smoothly like a whale, stops and sinks.
A tent-like warehouse built of snow blocks is randomly piled up on the shore, which contains canned food, jackets, a pair of socks neatly arranged, and a sleigh.
A drying rack is supported on the sleigh cart, and a pair of oversized boxer briefs are neatly hung on it, and they are being dried on two burning solid-state alcohol lamps.
It seems that he is unwilling to wear other people's underwear found in the observation station, and chooses to dry his own body for reuse.
A small red flag was planted on the top of the snow block "tent", which swayed violently in the sea breeze. The material on it emitted a strange fluorescent light in the coming night, which was quite conspicuous.
The people in the sea floated and sank twice, and their swimming speed was abnormally fast, even faster than the nearby seals and killer whales, which began to eat a lot for the arrival of winter and stored fat.
At least when the two creatures were tentatively hunting the man, he just swiped, turned easily in the water, and passed the mouths of the two top Antarctic predators in the blink of an eye.
Bubbles overflowed from his lips—only from this point can one realize that this guy is a strange human being, not a cold humanoid monster born in the cold sea of the ice field.
Even the seal trying to hunt him may be wondering in his heart why this prey can feel even a little heat radiation.
As cold as ice, or even colder than ice.
Before they struggled to come up with an answer, this cunning "prey" flitted past their ferocious fangs like a cloud and water again, swinging their feet, opening their eyes slightly, looking further to see the light dived into the deep sea.
A few minutes later, Spades surfaced, dragging a tide gauge weighing several hundred kilograms in his hand.
He stepped on the ice barefoot and walked forward, dragging the huge orange-yellow framed instrument with his left hand and drawing a long trail on the snow, the water on his eyelashes and hair froze before dripping It turned into ice, and he stretched out his right hand and crushed it.
This approach is very dangerous, it is easy to hurt the eyes and skin, and it is easy to cause severe frostbite and contusion.
This kind of injury does not seem to be harmful to Spades.
This kind of temperature, which is fatal to normal human beings, is so worth mentioning on him, it is not even worth the second time he reaches out to take care of the hair caught between his eyelashes and forehead. crushed ice.
The finely crushed ice is like small diamonds that have not been easily polished. It hangs loosely and fragmentarily on the firm and smooth body of Spades. It will be refracted at certain angles, and the amazing light falls on it shiningly. on his cold skin.
He is not overly strong, but he looks thin when the shoulder blades are tensed. The proportion of the skeleton from the shoulders to the waist and abdomen to the ankles is really good. The muscles are thin and tough from the back of the neck. Covering the instep, it seems that every bone and every joint attached to the muscle content has been carefully calculated and pondered to create such a strong and well-proportioned shell.
The skin does not turn blue after being soaked in sea water, but emits a kind of enamel light after marble is polished, a kind of translucent white of a loved one.
It is like an art product that is still unsatisfactory after being carved 700 million times. Most of the sculptors in the world must be driven crazy to carve such a half-naked sculpture.
The only pity is that half of the sculpture's face is covered by hair, and only a jaw that fits well with this artwork-like body can be seen.
Spades seemed to feel these cold, shining boulders, dragging a heavy load forward at a constant speed, and finally melted them with the surface temperature of their eyeballs.
As a result, this bright light also disappeared in the whistling huge snowstorm, and no one could notice that this cold monster that had dived into the deep sea had such a bright scene.
Spades casually threw the instrument weighing several hundred kilograms aside with one hand, knelt on top of the instrument, bent close to find out the inner liner of the instrument, and then pulled out the whip without any hesitation. He grasped the handle of the whip with his backhand like a dagger, and stabbed in.
After stabbing, he realized what he had done in a timely manner, and slowly opened his mouth, "Ah".
【This is a whip, not a dagger! ! It's a long knife! ! It is not an awl or a crutch! Can only dump! ! Can poke, trample, slaughter and hack! 】
Spades reflexively recalled the new teammate who had just transferred over, the appearance of the god-defying judge screaming in his ear:
【Give me a good use of the whip! Put all the methods of using strange weapons on the whip! Give me a little respect for the weapon form I use! ! Do you know how many points the guild spent last year maintaining your weapon! 】
The man blamed him bitterly:
【Take the handle of the whip and poke it around without any hesitation, will your conscience hurt when you use it? Do you know how expensive the material is inlaid on it! 】
Spades really doesn't know this, he is only responsible for winning the game, and never cares about everything other than winning or losing the game.
He recalled how he answered the new team member who had just returned to the killer sequence:
——【It is enough to win. 】
He seems to be very good at attacking in various weapon forms, and he doesn't know why the final weapon form of his personal skills is a whip.
Spades really like to use a whip. He makes a dagger or an awl more convenient, and he can do it with a whip.
Because although he is using a whip, he can also forcibly use the whip to use other weapons' attack methods, exerting quite a strong attack power.
So in the end, he can often achieve his core purpose-to win the game.
So he didn't care much about this at all, but his teammates in the league team this time, the judge against the gods are very concerned about this.
No matter how many times the judge against God warned him with tears in despair, Spade would still go his own way and use the whip in his own way.
Then the judge activated his skills. He predicted the future of Spades and threatened him evilly, saying, Spades, if you don't practice how to use the whip well, you will lose to a player in the league. You are also proficient in the hand of the player who uses the whip!
Spades cared about winning or losing, so he listened a little bit this time.
From entering the game to the present, Spades has been throwing the whip in a well-regulated manner. Although it is not very smooth, it is not impossible to use it.
It was easy just now, and the inner tank of the tide gauge was directly poked open with the handle of the whip.
Because of that annoying new player, he didn't see this tragic scene, so Spade just paused for a moment, then continued to pry open the steel cover of the instrument with his whip as if nothing had happened, and dug out the inside A thermometer wrapped in layers of waterproof plastic sheeting.
Spades tore open the tarpaulin, and inside was a small vibrating metal box.
This is a very peculiar small box. It is making frequent and regular movements in all directions, and it always makes a very sharp high-frequency vibration sound in Spade's hand. Human bones were shaken to pieces.
Spades gathered five fingers together, leaving a clearly visible fingerprint on the metal box.
He directly squeezed the box, then pressed his thumb on the side and clasped his fingers inwardly, poking a hole in the box.
Pressing the hole poked out by his fingertips, Spade turned around and brought the small box back to the snow tent.
A lot of dust-like things could be felt on the fingertips, and his fingernails were congested with blood.
It should be quite painful, but it's a pity how he can't feel it.
Spades bent down and hooked off the dried boxer underwear, then bent down and rummaged through the tent with one hand for a while, found a bottle of strong acid in a plastic bottle, and then directly held the box and roasted it on the alcohol lamp.
His eyes were fixed on the flame of the alcohol lamp, his breathing was very light, the dancing candle flame cast a warm beam of light in his eyes, and his cold skin was gradually baked by the alcohol lamp. Warming
At the same time, the metal box that was held in the palm of the hand by Spades also became warmer.
The metal box was heated to an unbelievable temperature, and the skin was faintly red. Spade's hand holding the box was scalded by the box and made the sound of the ice shell evaporating. It didn't feel hot at all, and still held it tightly indifferently.
The dust inside the box vibrated faster and faster under high temperature heating, and Spade's entire arm was trembling crazily.
After being roasted for an unknown amount of time, Spade's arm slowly stopped vibrating, as if the particles inside had been roasted by the constant heat until they lost their vitality. He opened the hole on the box that was pressed by his fingertips, and poured the strong acid in the bottle into it without hesitation.
The strong acid made a violent reaction sound, and there was a constant stream of gas overflowing from the opening of the box, and even a layer of oxide film did not appear on the surface of the box.
Spades looked down at the box, and he heard his own system announcement:
[System prompt: Congratulations to player Spade for destroying the particle meteorological reaction device (521/600)]
[The game is coming to an end, please keep up the good work! 】