"Where did you get this light sign? It’s pretty high-end," White Horse Tombstone asked curiously. The sign was filled with oily liquid, completely subrging the bulbs to make the light as soft as possible, and it was coated with a soft light film on the outside, looking indistinguishable from a Player ID.
"Made it myself." Li Cheng removed the Floating Engine fragnt from the back of the light sign, storing it in the Three-dinsional Warehouse, and said naturally, "After all, before I beca a Player, I often did so small business to support myself, like making support light signs to sell to fans of idol groups.
Like BTS, Ti Teenage Group, Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove, Eight Great Writers of Tang and Song."
?? The first two are understandable, but are there really fans who customize light signs for Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove and Eight Great Writers of Tang and Song?
Like Sima Zhao?
The little Bloodline Claudia twitched at the corner of her eyes and teased, "Aren’t you worried? Level 40 Transcendents are almost like gods, and gods have divine consciousness. They can sense when their na is recited, even from a thousand miles away."
Li Cheng justified himself confidently, "That’s why I didn’t chant it; the sign is hung up, and if soone else chants the na and gets smitten by divine punishnt from afar, that’s their problem."
You really are quite the genius.
Claudia pursed her lips, choosing not to comnt, internally thinking, "As expected, like the guild database says, this Pifu likes to disguise his true intentions with madness and idiocy, similar to a poker face."
In the early stages of the killing field’s descent, real-world, black-gold behaviors between Players and Players, guilds and Players, were very common,
To prevent their information from leaking in tasks, so Transcendents would remove all body hair, burn off fingerprints, wear colored contact lenses and dental braces, and mimic professional poker players, injecting botox to paralyze facial muscles.
No matter what teammates said or asked, they wouldn’t show any expression.
At first glance, it seems professional, but soon these precautions were replaced by cheaper thods - just wear a hood. Any choice from Pleasant Goat to Ultraman.
Reyes from the Jalisco Cri Group didn’t participate in the discussion but looked around.
Endless wasteland stretched out, scattered with towering stone pillars in the distance.
These pillars, reaching over a thousand ters high, connected the ground to a do of giant tal pipelines. So pipes were old and damaged, with blue glowing crystals seeping from cracks, illuminating the wasteland.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Suddenly, a dull sound rang from a high pipeline, rapidly closing the distance, eventually stopping above the four of them.
A massive tal sphere, about fifty ters in diater, violently shook the pipe outlet, dropping out.
In swift action, the four Players retreated simultaneously: Reyes flashed over 800 ters, Claudia transford into a small bat to ascend 700 ters high, White Horse Tombstone flashed over a kiloter.
Faced with an ergency, the instinctive movent distance roughly represented the Transcendents’ strength—the tremor task is much more random than the script task, placing sudden kills directly at the spawn point isn’t impossible.
Li Cheng adjusted his Information Integration Glasses, having seen possible ways to die with the Suicide Notebook, politely, symbolically stepping back a hundred ters and releasing Gray Rain,
Under gravity, the tal sphere free-fell, and after fourteen seconds, as it was about to hit the ground, the bottom of the sphere suddenly popped out fin-like structures for heat dissipation, releasing repulsion for deceleration, then safely landed.
Shh!
The sphere opened from the middle, revealing a complex chanical structure inside, with an astronaut... wearing a spacesuit lying at its center.
What’s stranger is that above him hovered a killing field description.
[Item Na: Annihilation Device]
[Type: Tool]
[Quality: Perfect]
[Special Effect: Annihilation. Must be installed in designated killing field facilities. Cannot be stored in space items, cannot be taken out of the killing field]
And in the astronaut’s arms were five small devices like radar panels, clearly the portable radar seen before in the escort battery task.
[Item Na: Guiding Radar]
[Type: Tool]
[Quality: Ordinary]
[Special Effect: Guides the way. Generates virtual lines pointing to the destination when the button is pressed. Cannot be stored in space items, cannot be taken out of the killing field]
Annihilation Device... Why is it an astronaut?
The Players furrowed their brows in thought, as the tal sphere changed again, altering its chanical structure to form a slide, gently "delivering" the astronaut and radar to the ground.
Before the crowd could react, the tal sphere, as if having completed its task, released repulsion again, floated away, and returned to the high-altitude pipeline, sealing the pipe gate tightly with repulsion before leaving.
"..."
White Horse Tombstone and the others returned to the starting point, exchanging glances. Claudia took the lead, asking, "Is this astronaut dead or alive? From which country?"
"No toothpick when eating snails—hard to say."
Li Cheng stepped forward, the spacesuit was predominantly white, without any nationality traits, the outer protective layer made of high-strength tal fiber fabric, suspected of being coated with Teflon, carrying a multipurpose modular backpack, with the helt’s golden filter visor firmly locked and unable to open, with lightweight powered exoskeletons on arms and legs.
Swaying slightly, from the feedback of force, the inside seed filled with so kind of liquid, soaking an adult human, the total weight close to 350kg.
This was quite strange, as in the real world, US and Russian spacesuits for Three Kingdoms astronauts were over 100kg, never reaching this weight.
350kg, unless it’s a Transcendent inside, it would only be worn and moved in outer space or on low-gravity asteroids.
Li Cheng casually remarked, "Currently, the only certainty is that this astronaut marked by the system as [Annihilation Device] is protected by the system; trying forcefully won’t open any parts, including the golden filter visor. And the ’thing’ inside the spacesuit isn’t dead."
Claudia raised her eyebrows, asking, "How can you tell?"
"I have a mystical little item that can detect life and death. If I guessed correctly, this astronaut should be in a frozen or hibernation state."
The [rcy Soul Song] in Li Cheng’s hand can imbue objects with souls, and it failed to activate just now, indirectly proving the ’thing’ in the suit has its own soul.
This information didn’t need to be shared with casual teammate passersby, Li Cheng kept his expression unchanged, smoothly diverting the topic with nonsense, "A fun fact, during the six-month hibernation period, brown bears form a super large compressed, hard feces plug within the rectum to block the steel gate, preventing incontinence, only ejecting it when awakening in spring.
Considering humans don’t have such great feces condensing ability,
When human civilization explores the vast universe in the future, it may be necessary to have a big iron stick in each hibernation chamber for every crew mber."
If interstellar civilization really needs to use big iron sticks to block the gate, the dream of the sea of stars might as well die early...
Claudia and Reyes had odd expressions, but White Horse Tombstone, having experienced Pifu’s nonsense ability earlier, didn’t dwell on it. Instead, he picked up the Guiding Radar from the astronaut’s hand and pressed it.
Bzz!
The radar lit up with a blue glow, forming a translucent arrow pointing to the distant wilderness.
White Horse Tombstone pondered for a mont, then glanced at the do overhead and said, "I’ll go up and take a look at the tal pipeline to prevent the system from placing clues inside."
"Okay."
Li Cheng nodded; placing hidden clues at the Player’s initial teleportation point was one of the killing field’s usual deceptive tricks,
The classic is writing strong magic spells using invisible ink on the task briefing’s envelope.
Or having the script boss disguised as a corpse or small monster, lying dead in the grass waiting for the Player to miss it.
White Horse Tombstone leapt high, stepping on air, ascending to the height of a thousand ters, then clutching the pipe’s edge with her left hand and forcefully pushing the gate with the right, she pushed open a gap, flipped inside, and disappeared.
Thirty seconds later, moving swiftly and neatly, she reerged from the pipe, releasing the teor Fall skill with her fist, accelerating toward the ground.
Bang!
Knees touched down, creating a huge indentation in the ground, White Horse Tombstone stood up unperturbed, speaking rapidly, "I misjudged; anyone has a large vehicle, it’s ti to run."
Before finishing her words, the tal pipelines above the Players, and all over the wasteland, began emitting blue smoke synchronously from their outlets.
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