star lord returns

Lesser was helping him bandage his wound.

That completely symmetrical face seems to have a great soothing power, Ressel looked at the injured with a calm gaze, and said: "If you give up now, someone will come and take you away within 10 minutes." .”

"I give up, I give up!"

The injured cried and yelled, not at all as energetic as when he first entered the restricted area.

Ressel helped him press the distress signal on the terminal, fastened the bandage firmly, and said, "You need to go to the hospital for a complete physical examination. I don't guarantee whether you will survive."

The injured person was trembling all over, and the other good hand immediately grasped Ressel's arm tightly, and asked in a trembling voice, "What, what does God mean? Why am I, me, why am I still dead?"

Like a patient healer, Ressel did not push away the hand of the injured, but calmly explained: "Because I don't guarantee whether the saliva of that creature contains toxins, and I don't know how long the incubation period of those toxins is." .”

The injured patient suffered a serious blow, and the whole person seemed to be in a dream, stunned on the spot.

Nan Jing squatted on the ground, looking at the body fragments of the spherical creature up close.

This fragment has turned black faintly, and it smells foul and foul.

According to common sense, Nan Jing can almost conclude that the spherical creature itself already has a certain amount of toxin.

If he still has three drops of blood from the Yaohuang Patriarch's blood in his body, it might be able to help the wounded detoxify.

But when Heisein was born, he had passed three drops of blood through the umbilical cord to his child——

Nan Jing closed his eyes, stood up from the ground, and turned to meet the eyes of Han Yue Xian Ruo Han Xing.

Han Yue slightly shook her head towards Nan Jing.

In just a few tens of seconds, the injured person fell to the ground and began to convulse violently. At the same time, his face turned from pale to black and blue, and he stopped breathing very quickly.

Hopeless.

There was neither sadness nor joy in Ressel's calm eyes, it seemed that life and death in front of him had already become the norm.

He took away the hand that was tightly grasped on his arm and put it back on the chest of the deceased, then knelt on the ground and prayed, speaking a language that Nan Jing could not understand.

Prayer is only ten seconds long.

Rescue personnel from the organizer arrived soon.

They have already seen what happened here from the surveillance, but they never expected to die so quickly.

The means of transport for the rescuers was an airship. After getting off the airship, a middle-aged man with a serious face stepped down first, and said to Nan Jing and others, "Are you giving up the game?"

Nan Jing looked at him, shook his head and said, "Continue to compete."

He has a reason to continue, and to be honest, although the sphere creature is very lethal and deadly, for him, it is not life-threatening.

It can only be said that the overall level of the team is not enough to enter this area.

The man did not express any attitude towards this, but said: "There are many situations in the game that we cannot predict in advance, and the rescue team cannot arrive in time. You must be responsible for your own lives."

The people who got off the airship quietly and quickly put the four corpses lying on the ground into body bags and transported them to the airship, and also collected the fragments of those weird creatures.

The surviving ancient martial artist seemed to have just reacted from the blow, and suddenly shouted: "This is not an S-level competition at all! This is hell! How can you use this place as a competition venue!"

As he spoke, he rushed up to grab the collar of the man's chest, but was overthrown by the man as soon as he raised his hand.

"Because the mech contest is organized by the military."

The middle-aged man was full of the dignity of a soldier, straightened his clothes indifferently, and looked at the man as if he was looking at garbage.

Nan Jing took a step forward, stood in front of that person, and said, "Don't do that, he just slipped."

The middle-aged man glanced at Nan Jing, and said coldly: "Your ability is not bad, but you can't help everyone to the end.

Nan Jing blinked and said, "I don't need you to worry about that. After all, we didn't pray for a rescue team to come down from the sky and act as a savior when the crisis came."

Frankly speaking, Nanjing is quite dissatisfied with the cruelty of the National Mecha Contest.

It's just a competition, but it makes people lose their lives alone. He can't understand this alone.

What made him even more incomprehensible was that those contestants clearly knew that this was a death game, but they still participated in it desperately.

The middle-aged man heard the irony in Nan Jing's tone, and after staring at him for a while, he turned and boarded the airship.

"Wait for me!"

The surviving ancient martial artist screamed quickly, and climbed onto the airship along the lifting board of the airship with hands and feet.

"I'm complete, I'm opting out of the game!"

"You are very clever, young man."

The middle-aged man stretched out his hand expressionlessly and grabbed the ancient martial artist by the neck, pulling him down into the airship.

The airship left the land.

Nan Jing and his team were speechless for a moment.

Originally, he was just planning to defeat his opponent, but unexpectedly encountered such a bad situation.

This raid was like a blow to the horse, and the morale that was originally high was hit to only half.

"What the hell is that?" Nan Jing couldn't help asking.

His biology is definitely failing, let alone such a strange creature, even if a normal animal appears, he may not be able to name it.

"I've never seen one."

Ressel replied, cutting a piece of a living creature's corpse and putting it in a sterile test tube, as if he was going to take it back for research.

Any kind of rare organism may become the raw material of the biological mecha.

Ressel quite doubts that the purpose of God's Realm Alliance is to come to this area to find the original carrier of biological mechs.

Han Yue also shook her head.

He has seen a lot, but it is impossible to cover everything, otherwise he would not be so gentle in the initial blow, so as to give that kind of creature a chance to survive.

Small scrupulously abided by his duties as a shadow guard, and habitually did not join everyone's discussions, acting as a boring gourd by the side.

As for Toto, he is a person with a very low sense of presence, and he looks a little shy. He has hardly spoken along the way, and everything is under the command of Ressel and Nanjing.

In the battle just now, Nan Jing discovered that Toto's ancient martial arts were absolutely top-notch. His weapon was a one-foot-long dagger, which looked so sharp that it could kill a spherical organism with a single blow.

After discussing to no avail, Nan Jing gave up his knowledge of this creature, looked at the time and said, "Let's move on now, the spider cave is very close to here."

I hope that along the way, we will not encounter similar situations again.

It's been pretty smooth along the way.

However, Nanjing found that the number of lights turned on by contestants on his terminal had changed from 45 to 32 in just two hours.

Nan Jing's heart kept sinking.He didn't know whether those people quit the game because of death, or quit voluntarily, or were forced to quit after being defeated by their opponents and taking points away.

He hoped it was the last one—once the score dropped below five points, a waiver signal would be sent automatically, and the game would be over.

Moreover, in the competition, it is strictly forbidden for the contestants to kill each other. Once they are discovered, they will be arrested and prosecuted for murder.

As we passed clump after clump of low shrubs, the terrain became a bit rough.

Soon, the shrubs began to slowly disappear, the trees began to rise, the altitude increased, and the temperature dropped.

Referring to the map in his hand, Nan Jing looked at an ancient tree with a special shape closest to him. After looking at it for a while, he said with a little excitement: "We have arrived."

And at this moment, in the depths of the spider's lair, two groups of people were arguing over the only spider spinner.

One of them was a team of four ancient martial arts fighters, all of whom were around 30 years old and looked quite young, and it was obvious that everyone had the same black tattoos on their arms and must have been with each other before. know.

The other group is the team of Al and Fusa.

Nine people against four people, the difference in strength can be seen at a glance.

Fusa is not the most prominent person in the nine-member team. In this team, due to the large number of mecha fighters, the core task is to be a mecha maker.

He looked only in his teens, his height only reached Fusa's chest, with a pair of crimson eyes and long brown-red hair, his face was like a delicate doll, without any flaws.

He stood at the front of the line, holding a key taken out of the spinning machine in his hand, and looked at the strong man in the opponent's line who was two heads taller than him without fear.

"Boy, we can let you go if you hand over the things now, otherwise, you will regret it."

The tattooed man was quite arrogant, baring his teeth at the mech maker.

The mecha maker said lightly: "Everything comes first, first, first. We killed the spider, and we discovered the key in the spinning machine first. Don't be too unreasonable."