Death Inquisitor

Who knew that the live broadcast had just started, he received an invitation.

In fact, Zhou Yaowen did not know that he was actually too late.

Some people even received an invitation before the live broadcast started.

Turn off the computer.

Zhou Yaowen was lying on the bed, holding a death invitation in his hand.

Just after watching the live broadcast, he has a new understanding of the ability of the death judge.

Destroy a city with a wave of hands, and resurrect thousands of people with a hand raised.

In less than seven hours, a country was completely bowed.

Faced with this existence, how can he resist?

"Ooooooo... I don't want to die." He squeezed the invitation in his hand, trembling and shaking on the bed and couldn't help crying.

Outside the window, moonlight waved in, shining on this young man who had gone astray.

But it was too late.

Because of his phone call, how many people have been ruined, how many people have committed suicide in despair, and how many wives have been separated.

In a flash, it was already the third day, which was Saturday morning.

The live room lights up.

Many people followed the audience in this live broadcast room with software, received the news as soon as possible, and then turned on their computer phones and entered them.

Since it is Saturday, there are naturally too many people.

Office workers and students have surpassed tens of millions of viewers in an instant, and are still increasing.

As the audience enters, the names and crimes of the criminal to be tried are scrolled on the screen.

There are thousands of people, and it is a short period of time to broadcast a little bit.

After ten minutes, the picture changed.

The audience was stunned for a while, because it turned out to be in an ancient military camp.

It is the kind of TV series that is often found, square and square, surrounded by a wooden fence, and inside it is a kind of camp.

The panicked figures were sent out and stood in a row.

They are the ones to be tried this time.

"What did the boss want to do this time? How did this barracks come out?"

"Is it impossible for them to fight?"

"It is possible that the last time I played was mainly intelligence. If I failed this time, it was force."

"Poof! I saw a plug-in dog! Lying trough, I am tired of looking at this face. Will this guy survive this fourth round of trial?"

"Hu Dali... if it's by force, this guy probably has a lot of hope. I looked at him and felt dazed."

"Eh, there are foreigners? The boss caught foreigners again?"

The people in the live room are curious.

In the barracks, the criminals who were sent over were afraid.

Surrounded by a military camp full of ancient atmosphere, the air is filled with a smell of smoky smoke.

But anyone with a little brain knows that this trial is about war.

Zhou Yaowen was among them, and even he stood beside Hu Dali.

Two, legs trembling and shaking.

"Fighting, fighting...Isn't it playing intellectual games." Zhou Yaowen with a pair of black-framed glasses was a weak young man at first glance.

If it is a war, his ending can be imagined.

At this moment, the icy voice suddenly sounded from the sky.

"This time the trial staff consisted of 1,300 people, divided into two camps, each with 750 camps. The two camps attacked each other, and the side that took the lead in cutting down the big flag in the other camp counted as a win and a loser. Whether there are survivors or not, all will be wiped out!"

As soon as Ye Chen's voice came out, all the talents understood why this time it was not too long since the last time people watched, it turned out to be divided into two camps.

At the same time, Hu Dali and Zhou Yaowen all looked at the banner behind them, one person thick and seven or eight meters tall! The black flag above fluttered in the wind!

"I really want to fight." Zhou Yaowen's complexion instantly turned white.

Not only him, but many people's faces changed.

They all belong to the kind of relatively weak body.

On the contrary, a strong man like Hu Dali is rejoicing.

They prefer trial methods that can rely on their own power than intellectual games, so that they have a greater chance of surviving.

"Now choose your own weapons." Ye Chen's voice rang again.

A light screen appeared in front of everyone, with options for armor, soft armor, weapons and so on.

Faced with such a sci-fi scene, many people were stunned.

But it was quickly selected.

Soon, a messy army was born.

Some wear soft armor and iron helmets, others wear armor and leather caps.

After all, each human body has different strengths. Although the defensive power of the greedy armor can only be done within our abilities.

As for some people who are not self-restrained, this meeting has already been inaccessible.

Most of the weapons are guns, but a few are choppers. No one is so stupid to choose the iron sword above.

On the battlefield, guns are stronger than swords, and swords are stronger than swords. Choosing a sword, assassinating is not as good as a gun, and hacking is not as good as a big knife, it is almost the act of finding death.

At this time, the high-definition and filming instrument suddenly flew, and slowly turned into a panorama.

The audience in the live broadcast room only discovered that there was a barracks 200 meters away.

The two barracks are facing each other, and there are also people with the same size.

"The countdown started, and the battle was not completed within an hour, all the members wiped out!" Ye Chen's cold voice sounded.

In the camp where Hu Dali was, people were in a panic.

Because they have no idea what to do.

It wasn't until someone left the camp in front that he ran out.

The mess is like a crowd of people.

But the opposite is not much better, the same formation is chaotic, there is no discipline at all.

"What should I do, I'm afraid, oooo... don't, don't pass, let's go back."

In the team, a young girl finally cried.

She couldn't accept this atmosphere, and she felt the same as rushing to death.

But when more than 700 people acted, the footsteps were enough to cover her voice.

So the team did not stop!

At a distance of two hundred meters, each side walks one hundred meters.

But just two minutes of things.

Soon, the two teams met.

At a distance of more than ten meters, hesitated.

No one dared to take the lead. ..

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