“…”

The handsome man in the suit slowly raised his head, staring directly at Daheitian, and said calmly, "I told you, it wasn't me."

From the Ant King's suit cuffs, several ants of different shapes slowly crawled out, obediently lying in the palm of his hand.

Daheitian wanted to ask again, but was interrupted by the Yu She (Feathered Serpent) beside him, "Alright, you and I both know that those creatures can't be related to the Ant King."

"Who knows..."

Daheitian squinted his eyes and said gloomily, "Among the top fifty players, there are only a few who specialize in the summoning system.

Maybe he's been hiding his trump cards, and only now, during the door-grabbing war, has he officially revealed them, wanting to pull off a trick..."

"If those bugs were under my control, do you think you could still be standing here?"

The Ant King glanced at him indifferently and said calmly.

Daheitian's expression changed slightly, he snorted coldly, and said nothing more.

The three of them had no intention of rescuing the European Heavy Industries Group player who had sent a distress message using the communicator.

Although they belonged to the same European Heavy Industries Group camp, their "colleague's" life was not as precious as their own.

They had finally escaped the pursuit of the insect nest, so how could they possibly turn back.

The three were silent for a moment, recovered a little strength, and stood up to continue on their way.

The communication device provided by the European Heavy Industries Group had a communication range of up to three thousand meters, and the insect swarm was likely nearby.

In order to detect and avoid the insect swarm units as early as possible,

Daheitian and Yu She (Feathered Serpent) controlled drones to patrol the surroundings, while the Ant King released hundreds of palm-sized flying ants to search for the passage to the next level.

The three players sneaked forward, when suddenly, the Ant King's expression changed drastically. The flying ants he had released to scout the road ahead were dying at an extremely fast rate.

"I could smell the scent of your ants from hundreds of meters away."

A deep male voice sounded from the corner ahead, getting closer and closer.

"Arakawa..."

Daheitian squinted his eyes, looked at the plain-looking middle-aged man who appeared in front of him, gritted his teeth, and spat out the name of the person.

Ranked thirty-eighth on the leaderboard, Tanhua Guild, Arakawa.

"You all don't seem to be in very good shape."

Arakawa glanced indifferently at the somewhat embarrassed trio of Daheitian, reached out and lifted the several blood-stained belts on his shoulder, "Why don't you just hand over the belts on your bodies and stop competing here?

I can save the time and energy of fighting,

And you won't have to bear the risk of accidental death because fists and feet have no eyes."

"...Heh."

Daheitian calculated the remaining spiritual power in his body, his heart sank all the way, but his face still had a calm appearance, and he said indifferently: "One against three, I don't know where you got the confidence to say such a thing."

"How lively."

A soft voice came from the tunnel on the left. [Hypochondria], holding a sharp dagger in her hand and wearing a white blood-stained dress, hopped closer, with a gentle smile on her face, "Ant King, right?

I heard that your subordinate, 13mArk, and my brother, Hei Shengzi, died in the same script mission.

Do you mind if I open your brain and take a look at the information inside?"

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Lost World, 36th floor.

A large, millstone-sized cleaning robot quickly swept through the air, carrying the three figures of the Witch, the owner of the cleaning robot, and Balalaika and the North Wind God, who were holding her hostage.

Driving the cleaning robot, the Witch felt the gust of wind blowing and couldn't help but roll her eyes, and asked: "We've been wandering back and forth here for half an hour,

What exactly are you looking for?"

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask."

Balalaika took a puff of cigarette and said lightly, reporting the location, and let the Witch drive the cleaning robot, winding around in the complex terrain.

"Left, up, left, right... Stop!"

Balalaika's voice suddenly turned cold. The Witch was startled and quickly manipulated the cleaning robot to stop suddenly and slowly land on the ground, "What's wrong?"

The Witch was secretly accumulating power. As long as the other party made any unusual movements, she would release a forbidden spell and directly withdraw from the competition.

Balalaika did not explain. She waved her hand, signaling the North Wind God to continue guarding the Witch, while she extinguished the cigarette butt, took off her coat, and put it into the backpack bar.

The whole person merged with the darkness, quietly sneaking forward along the wall.

Ahead were the faint auras of [White Poplar] and [Torch], who also belonged to the GRU Parapsychology Department...

A sharp speaking voice sounded from the front,

Balalaika held her breath, hid behind a metal wreck, and looked forward.

I saw a small fox with dark golden hair all over its body, holding a needle-thin rapier in its hand, squinting its eyes, standing on the wreckage on the edge of the deep pit, reprimanding several monsters in an alien language.

Balalaika's pupils shrank. The deep pit was full of scorched marks, and some places were still flashing with orange-red, originless, hot flames, unaffected by the wind, burning on their own.

The aftermath of [Torch]'s power...

Balalaika's mood gradually sank, especially after feeling the needle-like pressure unconsciously exuded from the fox.

Even at a distance of more than a hundred meters, there was still this level of pressure...

Balalaika quietly took out a consumable skill scroll of [Understanding Languages], tore it to pieces, and understood what the other party was saying.

"Using the only token to summon me for this level of enemy? Hmm?"

The fox said sharply: "Are you the generals, or am I the general?"

"Lord Qingqiu, I..."

A rhino-shaped bipedal creature wearing armor awkwardly arched its hands. Just as it was about to say something, it was interrupted by the little fox, "Forget it, give me those three humans."

"Yes."

The rhino nodded quickly, gave the frost wolf next to it a look, and the latter dragged three huge bone cages out of the ruins behind it.

The surface of the cage was hollow, and you could vaguely see a human figure sitting in each cage with their hands and feet bound by golden ropes, unconscious.

Balalaika focused her attention. The people sitting in the cages were not [White Poplar] or [Torch], but players from other guilds.

What exactly is going on?

The little fox glanced at the three bone cages and said indifferently: "How many Futiān ropes did Liweishan give you?"

The rhino replied: "There are two left."

"Okay, take the prisoners down to the 10th floor yourself after using them up."

The little fox said coldly: "I'll take these three away first.

Remember, kill strong alien players,

Capture the weak ones alive."

"Yes!"

The rhino nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

The fox named Qingqiu ignored its trembling subordinates, lightly stepped on the ground, leaped up, and the rapier in its hand pierced through the rings above the three bone cages.

Then the outline of the fox's figure lit up with a circle of arc, and the next second, the fox and the bone cages all disappeared.

"..."

The bipedal rhino didn't dare to breathe loudly in place. After a few seconds, after confirming that the little fox had completely left, it breathed a sigh of relief and exchanged glances with its companions.

"Let's go."

The rhino sighed and walked towards the left side of the tunnel, but saw a figure flashing out from behind a piece of metal wreckage in front of him.

"Hello."

A tall woman wearing a maroon suit with large burn scars on the right half of her face walked out of the metal wreckage,

The muzzle of the Stechkin Aps automatic pistol in her hand was pointed at the monster, "I want to ask, what were you discussing just now?"

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Escape!

Run!

In the eleventh floor of the Lost World, Ge Qianluo Xing was running rapidly in the complex environment.

He climbed over the rugged and towering ruins hills, drilled into narrow pipes full of dust and dirt, twisted and turned, rabbit rising and falcon falling, traveling through the narrow gaps of the eleventh floor.

Boom!

The sound of metal being crushed and broken continuously came from behind.

The red and black giant snake, whose body was comparable to a train carriage, completely ignored the obstacles along the way, and crawled towards Ge Qianluo Xing in a snake-like manner with a speed that seemed slow but was actually fast.

The giant snake named [Evil Flood Dragon] has an extremely tough body.

The blades of the machine beasts buried on the ground can easily cut open steel, but they cannot damage the scales of the giant snake at all. At most, they can only leave a faint white mark on it.

After a few seconds, it can be restored to its original state.

"Run, scream, and then die."

Evil Flood Dragon leisurely chased after Ge Qianluo Xing, making a sharp roar, the sharp horns on its head blooming with flashes, silently obliterating all obstacles along the way.

Whether it was the walls and pipes of the Lost World, or the flood of machine beasts that came upon hearing the news, they were all turned into dust in front of the flash.

Evil Flood Dragon crawled forward unhurriedly, the red snake letter spitting out from time to time, collecting the scent of fear from the opponent's sweat floating in the air.

No matter how many times, the pre-death fear of intelligent creatures, especially advanced intelligent creatures, still made Evil Flood Dragon feel a sense of excitement and pleasure from the soul.

"..."

Ge Qianluo Xing did not respond. He listened to the loud crawling sound gradually approaching from behind, and silently ran in the complex area of the Lost World, constantly recalling the previous scenes in his mind.

The dome of the tenth floor shattered, and tons of rubble crashed down, followed by the giant snake named [Evil Flood Dragon] and its subordinates.

The four of Jin Ge Tie Ma made a desperate resistance, but the opponent's power was far beyond their imagination.

The black Trojan horse was pierced through the chest by the snake's tail, and the whole person disappeared, not knowing whether he was dead, or surrendered and withdrew from the competition at the last moment, and returned to the real world.

Luori Rongjin directly used the perfect-level consumable equipment given by Whale Song Shangji to delay the opponent for a while—and that was all.

Tie Ding Nengying, wearing a mosquito headgear, tried to use the mosquito headgear's stealth effect to attack Evil Flood Dragon, but was detected by the opponent's biological instinct, and turned around and bit him.

Tie Ding Nengying's entire body was instantly filled with venom, his skin was scorched and swollen, and he chose to withdraw from the competition before being poisoned to death alive.

Of the four of Jin Ge Tie Ma, only Ge Qianluo Xing was still persevering.

Leave here! Tell others the news of the alien players...

Ge Qianluo Xing nimbly drilled through a narrow gap. Not far ahead was the passage from the 11th floor to the 12th floor. He could hold on for a while...

As he ran, he no longer heard the sound of the giant snake crushing metal ruins behind him.

Ge Qianluo Xing didn't dare to look back, stepped on the ground, his figure fluttered up, and jumped to the inner wall of the tunnel hanging down from the building.

The whole person hung on the inside of the tunnel, his heart pounding, almost bursting.

Didn't chase after...

Ge Qianluo Xing pressed his heart, trying to calm his heartbeat as much as possible,

The trembling palm took out the communication device from the backpack bar—the other end of the communication device was the miniature recorder he had just attached to the wall of the eleventh floor.

He pressed back and forth on the communication device, and soon found the channel of the miniature recorder, and the Evil Flood Dragon and another low, hoarse voice came out from it.

Evil Flood Dragon said in a low voice: "Is the number of people almost enough?"

"Yes."

Another voice said respectfully: "Lord Qingqiu brought back three more prisoners, and now we have collected 40 people.

And he is still traveling through the floors, receiving prisoners from other companions and bringing them to the lower floors.

The members of the Cult have also cracked the access control on the 10th floor and are actively triggering the collapse of the Lost World."

Evil Flood Dragon snorted coldly, "After the collapse, directly bury the alien players on the upper floors and reduce the number of people to the point where the door-grabbing war can be triggered..."

"My lord?"

Another voice hesitated: "Let's go, Lord Huangshi summoned you..."

"Wait a minute, let me solve the last one first..."

Evil Flood Dragon's voice lowered, and Ge Qianluo Xing felt his scalp tingle. The next moment, a shining beam swept towards the tunnel.

"..."

Evil Flood Dragon looked at the dome that had been annihilated into a hemispherical crater a hundred meters away, then turned its snake body and said lightly: "Let's go."