Summoner of Miracles

At this moment, poetry has only one thought in its heart.

“So strong...”

Watching Luo Zhen continue to sweep in the tunnel below, obviously without any cover, but giving all the incoming bullets an incredibly precise hiding, among which there are even ambushes around, there was no sniper's first sniper who could shoot one step earlier than Shi, there was no ballistic predictor line at all, and as easily as you can see the trajectory of each bullet, Luo Zhen avoided, then slowly harvested the life of a player with a rifle in his hand, poetry couldn't help but boil the blood.

This is undoubtedly the most absurd scene ever seen in poetry and the most incredible battle it has ever seen.

Because of the ballistic prediction line, avoiding bullets in the GGO is not really surprising. You can think of avoiding bullets in such a rain of guns and forest. You have not been hit by the fire of thousands of bullets, and even the first sniper of a sniper gun can easily escape. This kind of thing, poetry is unheard of.

Poetry is certainly the strongest player I've ever seen since entering the GGO, the one who killed wildly in the canyon that people call the place of death.

The opponent did not see the terrain's disadvantage at all, did not care about death at all, harvested the life of the player, and kept dodging the bullet rain in an astonishing way, which was frightening.

A lot of players have really been scared, hiding between the surrounding rocks and the cliffs and fleeing.

The same is true of the snipers who were ambushed, as well as of the members of the same squadron who came with Poetry.

“Shit! Shit, shit, shit! ”

Dine's face disappeared as he rushed out with his assault rifle in his arms, tears streaming and running back without regard for his image.

“How could this be...!? ”

“What kind of monster is that?!? ”

“Evade all the bullets of such a dense fire...!? ”

“They're sniping at us! ”

“How is that possible? How is that possible? ”

“Stop screaming! Run! Otherwise we're all going to die! ”

“Ahhh...! ”

The rest of the players also seemed to see evil ghosts, and escaping was called a mess.

Of these, there are naturally four players who are in the same squadron as Poetry.

At this point, the four players hid behind the rock and yelled at Dain.

“It's all your fault! Captain!”

“Didn't I say this time it's a sure thing...!? ”

“What do you call it? ”

“You've ruined us all! ”

Four crew members yelled at Dain in panic and fear.

“How did I know that monster was so horrible...? ”

Dyne hid beside him with a love gun that was seen as one of the threats by poetry, and scolded him regardless of his image.

“Let's get out of here! Bastard!”

Indeed, that's what a lot of people think now.

Seeing this tragic result, the players completely lost the courage to confront Rojin, and many others chose to escape, except for some who were still shooting, and against Rojin.

However, in the face of these escaped players, Ro really didn't let go at all.

A lot of players were killed instantly when they turned around and tried to escape, or in the process of escape, directly through the back of their heads by rifle bullets.

How can this keep Dayne and others from falling apart? How can you still care about your image?

Especially because of this greedy, fearful death guy, his old face is completely twisted into a bunch, his eyes are full of horror, like he's really going to die here, not just the character death back to the city, if it's as bad as it gets, it's as bad as it gets.

That's what Dayne even called it.

“Listen up! If you want to live, don't just bury your head and run! That would have been sniped off by the monster! Once you turn around, you can't even see the ballistic predictor line! So if you want to run, you have to follow the shield! Or use another player as a shield! Run amongst the crowd! Don't fall behind! ”

Dyne's speech was not half heartless in exchange for a crazy nod from four teammates.

But they were really scared.

Poetry feels like the time has come for me to part ways with them.

So Poetry got up quickly, carried away the black katie, and was ready to rush out.

“What do you... what do you want? Poetry!”

When he saw this scene, Dayne glared at him.

“I'm going to keep fighting. ”

Poetry doesn't turn back, it's just a phrase.

Now, the spirit of poetry is unprecedented in heights and exhilarations.

As long as we can beat him...

If you can hit him, then you must be the strongest person in GGO and, in reality, the strongest.

In this way, you must be able to overcome that weakness.

Overcoming that abominable, hateful, pathetic weakness.

“Are you crazy...? ”

Without knowing that poetry was the idea in his heart, Dayne cried out.

“You still want to fight that monster? Are you okay with that? ”

It's just a game, but it'll kill you for nothing. Who wants to fight?

Not to mention the death penalty, which is equally unacceptable to all GGO players.

“If your black Katie gets blown up, you're fucked!” Dyne was a little conscientious and persuaded to make a sound, "I just saw, even the 13th place wind in the last BoB competition has run away, your ranking is lower than mine, and your first sniper has failed, even if you switch positions, the chances of a successful sniper are very low, that monster not only avoids your first sniper, even the first sniper of another squadron has been avoided by him, you have no chance of winning, run with us! ”

As soon as Dayne's words came out, the teammates immediately agreed.

“We've lost, there's no way we can take that monster down again! ”

“Didn't you see so many people killed? ”

“After all, he is the one who came back from the death game, and he is the strongest player in the game, even the game is cleared by him, we are not opponents at all! ”

“You're just going to die! Run with us! ”

The voices of the people were loud in succession.

But poetry doesn't go back from beginning to end.

'Cause...

“As you also said, he was the one who didn't even fear the death game, climbed the strongest throne all the way, and eventually gave the game to the clearance. ”

Poetry is a cold voice.

“In that case, if I feared death even in a game like this where I wouldn't really die, what right would it be to pull the trigger on him? ”

So poetry doesn't escape.

Neither can poetry escape for its own ends, nor to give respect to the unbelievably strong in sight.

“I'm going to beat him! ”

Poetry is determined.

“He's strong, and it's up to me and Black Cuddy to crush him! ”

Speaking, the poem stopped talking, carried the black katie, and went straight out.

“Wait...! ”

Dyne tried to stop it, but was not able to do so in time, but watched the poetry flush out.

“What an idiot! ”

Dayne scolded in darkness.

“I... what are we going to do? ”

“Running away? ”

The rest of the team is also in chaos.

In retrospect, Dyne recalled what the poem had just said, with a clear face.

Finally, Dyne bites his teeth with hatred.

“Spell it!” Dyne screamed out loud: “As Poetry says, even the man who dares to fight the game of true death is across the street, and now we're just dying in the game of no real death, what's to be afraid of...!? ”

Saying, Dayne stood up.

“Let's go together! ”

Dyne's out.

Watching this scene, a group of team members looked at each other, and eventually, they all got rough.

Let's go! ” ” ” ”

The roar, right here, echoes.

So Dayne and his crew rushed out.

To fight the strongest enemies, they marched forward and stopped fleeing.