Chapter 1 The Summoner Dies

With the summoner dead, the two snipers, William and Keith, immediately felt as if they'd been stripped naked, extremely uncomfortable, as if they'd suddenly lost their cover on the battlefield, utterly devoid of any sense of security.

Some described snipers as being capable of killing ten enemies from a kilometer away, but vulnerable to being killed ten times over by a single enemy who got within ten meters. While this statement might be slightly biased, it accurately captured the sniper's predicament.

Powerful attack, fragile body.

That was the true depiction of a sniper.

In the next ten minutes, Keith truly demonstrated the formidable side of his attack. As he decisively pulled the trigger, a bullet shot out from the barrel, shattering after flying a dozen meters.

What followed were two rotating balls of electricity, only about the size of mung beans. However, with each rotation, they accelerated strangely, and the speed of these electric balls became extremely fast in an instant!

In the end, although the trajectory of these electric balls was still very clear, the terrifying and violent sound of them tearing through the air was already very sharp and increasingly loud, like red-hot knives, cutting at the fighting spirit and nerves of everyone present!! It turned their brains into a blank slate, completely paralyzed in place.

This shot was using sound as a weapon even before it hit the enemy!

More importantly, this shot was aimed at Zi,

Zi, who was still in mid-air, not yet landed!

But at this time, Zi was not paying attention to the shot aimed at her. Instead, she focused on Keith, who was still firing at her.

He was a man in a black trench coat, with a calm expression between his brows, and the sniper rifle in his hand had a metallic sheen, exuding a heavy aura of destruction.

His steps were somewhat disordered due to the recoil of the shot. At Keith's feet, the airport's rather damp lawn was imprinted with deep footprints. He stepped deeply into the slightly moist ground, and even kicked up large chunks of fresh soil as he retreated. From this, it could be inferred that he must be quite heavy, so he wouldn't be able to escape very quickly.

At this moment, the electric energy sniper bullet had already flown to Zi's face at an indescribable speed, even stirring her hair. Seeing that she was in the air, Zi had nowhere to dodge. But then, a huge golden hand gently pinched Zi's waist and pulled her away in an instant.

It was Jiao Shi's God's Hand!!

After the shot missed, Keith's bullet directly hit the steel beam of the waiting hall No. 2, and immediately, electric plasma splashed wildly, dissolving a hole with a diameter of more than one meter. The entire waiting hall lost its balance and collapsed with a roar after shaking twice. It stirred up clouds of smoke and dust. Fortunately, the waiting hall had been earthquake-proofed during design, and the collapsed and scattered building materials buried people underneath, resulting in more injuries than deaths.

After landing, Zi did not waste any time. Instead, she rolled and immediately chased after Keith, and then caught up with him a minute later, using "Shattered Ideal Country" to lock onto him.

Once Zi latched onto him, Keith's fate was predictable.

Thus, the battle came to an end. William escaped from the airport. Mr. Jackson. Clrust was lucky to survive, and the biggest gain he got came from the spoils Zi drew after dealing with the two contractors:

The Emblem of the Third Reich

Origin World: Any time span that can touch Germany around 1940

Equipment Rarity: Dark Gold

Wearing Position: Accessories

Wearing: Defense +5

Material: Iron-nickel alloy (chrome-plated surface)

Attachable Equipment: Gem Slots.

A ruby has already been inserted, giving the wearer an additional 5% fire damage on attack.

Weight: 18 grams.

Equipment Usage Requirements: Stamina not less than 30 points, Intelligence not less than 80 points.

Never Wears Out.

Wearing: Perception +5 / Intelligence +5 / Spirit +5

Passive Ability: Oath, a strong cohesion is a guarantee of strength. When there is a friendly member within ten meters of the holder, the attack power is increased by an additional 5%. For each additional friendly member, it will be increased by an additional 5%, up to 30%.

Passive Ability: My Struggle. Once the owner's attack causes a critical hit, 50% of the mp consumed by the attack will be returned to the caster, and the equipment holder's magic critical hit chance will be increased by 10% for 15 seconds.

When the magic critical hit chance is increased to 100%, this effect disappears and a sixty-second cooldown begins. During this period, the owner's mp recovery speed is increased by an additional 50%.

On the inside of the ring is engraved a line of small print: May the glory of Germany forever shine in my heart.

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This accessory was undoubtedly Zi's prize, and she was naturally very happy. To be honest, Fang Senyan had killed ten people and gained a lot of benefits, but none of them could compare with Zi's dark gold accessory, which showed that luck was a very important thing.

Next, Fang Senyan received an unexpected piece of news: Mr. Jackson. Clrust refused to cooperate with everything and showed signs of going on a hunger strike. The only request he made was to see anyone who could be in charge.

Fang Senyan sighed, the thing he feared most had happened, but he had to face it.

After thinking for a while, he opened the car door and sat next to the silent and unusually decadent Mr. Jackson. Clrust.

"I am the person you want to see." Fang Senyan said sincerely, "Mr. Jackson. Clrust, I wonder if there is anything I can help you with."

Jackson. Clrust raised his head. He looked terrible, covered in dirt, his hair as messy as a bird's nest, and his eyes were full of bloodshot:

"It's you... you... how could you be here."

"Of course, I came for you." Fang Senyan said seriously.

Jackson. Clrust opened his mouth, and then suddenly said excitedly:

"There is no job with an annual salary of $700,000, right? That's just a condition you used to coax me to the New York factory. The work I do there is worth at most $70,000 a year, and that's only if the boss is a philanthropist! What is your purpose in deceiving me?"

"Calm down, Mr. Jackson. Clrust." Fang Senyan stared at him and said, "Did you get the $200,000 signing bonus? Were those dollars counterfeit? Did you get a hefty weekly salary at the mechanical manufacturing plant? You think I'm deceiving you, but I don't know how many people in the world would be willing to be deceived by me like this once, so please tell me, what have I deceived you out of?"

Mr. Jackson. Clrust was immediately speechless. Fang Senyan continued sternly:

"And you, Mr. Jackson. Clrust!! You have betrayed my trust. The way you repay our attention to you is to leave without permission during work hours and steal the company's wealth!"

As he spoke, Fang Senyan placed the tickets out and stared at him:

"The current market price of a single ticket is ten million dollars, and there is a price but no market. You stole six tickets, which are worth sixty million dollars in the first place. In addition, we have to crash it and abolish the derived chain value. You calculate, what kind of severe accusations will we suffer from the board of directors because of you?"

Mr. Jackson. Clrust snorted coldly:

"What board of directors is there? The earth is about to be destroyed."

"This is not a reason for you to defend your criminal behavior!" Fang Senyan said sternly, "You are in big trouble, and so am I! Now the mainstream plan in the company is to directly let you go, stripping you of all relations with the company, including that ticket, of course."

Jackson. Clrust suddenly stared at Fang Senyan and said:

"I hope to hear a true word from you, that is, why did you recruit me into the company? Apart from being able to drive and write some nonsensical words, I don't have any special skills, and both of these abilities are of no help to your construction of airships."

Fang Senyan had already thought of his explanation and said seriously:

"The company can foresee the construction of airships to deal with the disaster. It is said that several people had the same dream. The dream was the tragic situation of 2012 coming. Because the dream was so real, these people believed that it was not a dream, but their souls personally experienced a nightmare of the future."

"And you, and some other people, were a very important part of helping them in the dream they experienced, so they felt that you might become key figures and nodes supporting the future, so they planned to save you too."

At this time, Jackson. Clrust's characteristics as a writer played a key role. His rich imagination made him quickly accept Fang Senyan's statement, and immediately begged Fang Senyan:

"Then please save my son and daughter! And my ex-wife! They are more important than my life!"

Fang Senyan sighed:

"But, we have already gone to look for them, and it shows that they have not returned from their trip abroad?"

"This, this is impossible!" Mr. Jackson. Clrust immediately took out his phone:

"Hello, hello, hello! Is that you? Where are you now? What! Just got home? Won a seven-day trip to Hawaii in the lottery, damn it, how could this happen, oh, no, I don't mean the lottery is a damn thing, I mean winning the lottery is a damn thing at this critical time... Hello, hello??"

Next, when Mr. Jackson. Clrust looked over with a pleading look, before he could even speak, Fang Senyan received a series of task prompts:

You have triggered a sudden mission: Jackson. Clrust's request.

Warning: Accepting this sudden mission will make the time of the end of the world no longer fixed, but randomly appear in a certain period of time.