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Pipimei was tongue-tied: "This, what kind of ability is this?"

Nanako flipped through the information. .1kanshu In fact, paperless work has been implemented for a long time these days. It is more impressive to type things on paper and turn them over. "Jason Tanson's ability is to create flames out of thin air, and to control the flames he creates. The ability to show it before our eyes is something he didn't have before! Has Jason Tanson's ability evolved again?!"

"If that's the case, that's so surprising! Blessed are the audience friends who bet on him!" Pipimei shouted, "But is this really possible? There are no ordinary prisoners who walked out of the corridor. Can I be selected as a target to kill?"

"Uh... there is no clear statement in the competition rules that this is not allowed." Nanako stretched out her finger and poked her face, making a cute thinking gesture, but the powder on her face fell like snow, "Since it's not If it’s prohibited, then that’s feasible.”

On the field, the narrow corridor has become a hell.

The heating point chosen by Jason Tansen is only one and a half meters wide, but covers the floor, inner walls and ceiling of the corridor, which is equivalent to putting an electromagnetic heating circle on the corridor. The unfortunate people in the middle of this circle have been roasted into mummies, and the heat transfer has also made the people nearby miserable.

People at the exit of the corridor squeezed desperately toward the entrance, where a huge hammer blocked everyone's escape.

Crowds of people came and squeezed past, and people fell down from time to time.

"Help!"

Brother Chicken yelled. He tripped over a foot that came out of nowhere—it might have been an arm or a neck—and fell into the surging crowd.

A hand passed through several people and grabbed him.

"Stand still!"

Song Fang yelled.

As long as you are swallowed up by the crowd, don't even think about getting up again!

"God, save us..."

The sad lament came from nowhere.

No one answered, only the sound of weak breathing.

Song Fang tried his best to raise his head.

This was 100,000 meters above the ground. The clouds were beneath their feet and the sky was as clear as water.

But one head after another and one arm after another were dangling above his head. Densely packed, covering the sky.

The crowd had been compressed to the limit. Many people had lost consciousness, but they were pushed by the people around them and passed out just standing there.

Even if he wasn't dragging Brother Ji, Song Fang would have been unable to maintain a defensive posture with his arms folded across his chest to maintain breathing space. He was only supported by his body enhanced by the Sentinel Factor. Warnings that the navigator's life was in danger kept popping up in his field of vision, some of which were superimposed on the TV program images in his right eye, giving him a strange sense of irony.

Originally, before getting off the spacecraft, Song Fang thought about keeping a low profile and not letting others discover that he had a system, and then treat him as a monster and take him to the laboratory for biopsy.

Now he just wants to use a laser annihilation cannon to blast this broken arena, these broken spaceships, and his two idiot hosts into rubbish.

There is no end!

From the moment the first player killed the first person, the system kept trying to frustrate Song Fang.

In fact, the same is true for the defensive function. The energy shield can never be deployed, which means the warning function is still useful. If you want to use the system energy, you must use Song Fang himself as the medium.

In other words, the system can power Song's existing capabilities, but the system's own defense and attack methods are ineffective.

Being able to survive until now is thanks to him taking a precaution and injecting the Sentinel Factor on the spacecraft. As for why Catherine didn't clearly tell him what he would face after getting off the spaceship, only Catherine herself knew.

Oh, and Caesar.

As for God?

Sorry, this is not in God’s service area.

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"Ah, look!"

Pipimei suddenly shouted.

Then the camera pulled in and gave a close-up of the exit of the corridor.

Some ordinary prisoners finally couldn't bear it anymore and even rushed through the "electromagnetic heating circle" imposed by Jason and rushed out of the corridor's exit.

Although the high temperature ignited their thin clothes and their hair the moment they passed through the "heating circle", at least the place outside was larger and the temperature could be cooler.

——Bullshit.

What was waiting for them was the flames spurting out from Jason's fingers.

From the beginning of the three-minute clock, Jason Tansen's two feet have not moved anywhere. After selecting the heating point, the next step is to spray fire on whoever comes out. It can be said that it saves energy very much.

One by one, moving torches appeared on the circular arena. They squirmed, screamed, and soon fell.

But even though the tragic example is right in front of us, there are still people who continue to pass through the "heating circle" and rush out of the corridor exit.

"In order to get rid of the pain of being burned, I can only throw myself into the fire. What a sad fate!"

Nanako praised loudly in an aria-like tone, "It's really great! Please remember, Jason Tansen, brought us an audio-visual feast!"

During the show, the audio barrage was accompanied by thunderous applause.

The sound of laughter filled Song Fang's ear canal through the microphone under his skin.

But at the same moment, the misery on the field hit his nerves almost from zero distance.

Song Fang felt like he was going to have a schizophrenia.

"Our staff is counting the head count of Jason players in real time."

"The number of kills of player Jason does not increase as frequently as other players, but it can increase a lot every time."

"Does the one who was squeezed to death also count?"

Are they discussing human life?

The record of each seeded player was listed in the corner of the screen behind the two hosts, and only two of them had double-digit kills.

Then this human life is not as important as the life of an ant. Don't forget that if you break the ant workshop, you will be sentenced to death.

There seemed to be not many people left in front of Song Fang.

Even if you survive the current three minutes and the next three minutes, there is still no guarantee that you will survive.

There is also a battle royale that the audience is waiting to see.

Is this the future of mankind?

For some reason, Song Fang suddenly felt hungry.

After not eating for ten days, he should be hungry.

Before time travel, his biggest worry was that he was too homely and useless, which made him unable to find a job and make food for himself.

He traveled to a thousand years later in the main universe. In other words, if you do nothing and wait a thousand years, there will be a group of people who enjoy watching the tragic death of their compatriots.

If this is the future of mankind, it is better to let the helium flash swallow the earth before mankind rushes out of the earth.