Surprise! The Supposed Talent Show Was Actually–?!

Round three knockout, at the end of the corridor.

Footsteps echoed in an empty corridor, and Witch Jane stopped at the first door and bent over to pick up the envelope.

The leads of the faux parchment pattern envelope was sealed with a fire paint, and after it was removed, there was only one line of small words ——

“Trade your cards for fate. ”

There was a conversation from three teammates inside the communication device. The message you picked up was exactly the same, obviously a unified clue that the crew released to each player.

Witch Jane lowered her head slightly and her mind turned quickly.

In the competition, the player's “fate” is determined by copy difficulty, material, opponent. Of the three elements, only “material” has the same unique attributes as cards.

That is, the cards are most likely to be exchanged for goods.

At the beginning of the game, the picking mechanism put the players in an unfair state, and as the game progresses, the balance will inevitably gradually tilt from “luck in picking cards” to powerful players-

According to the clue instructions, it is the cards, not the players, that trigger the "exchange”.

In other words, cards can be robbed.

The sound of the organ spinning suddenly sounded, and Witch Jane quickly raised her eyes.

Behind the first door in front, there seemed to be metal impact, gear buckling, gradual convergence from the beginning piecemeal echoes, eventually the whole door was squeaking and shaking, the closed door fan gradually penetrated the gap, strong light penetrated from the room-

Alerts that the first copy is about to open.

In the squad communication, everyone noticed something different in front of them.

Witch Jane's heartbeat is accelerating, she can't tell if she's nervous or excited more. He glanced slightly, trying to distinguish between the tiny and void clues in the running of the rampant machines--

“I can hear the horn -- and the top of my head, as if a rock was rolling.” Witch Jane reports quickly: “Light penetrates from the right side of the corridor. ”

Immediately followed by Wenlin: “There are stones rolling, you can't hear the trumpet. The light is on the right. ”

Zoe and Caesar could also hear the sound of the stones, neither of them mentioned the trumpet, but Zoe heard the choir singing.

Witch Jane turned her head slightly.

It is highly unlikely that four people will be divided into one copy, and the only way to converge is to follow through on the map. Exchange of information, however, provides another important clue--

Above this Gothic altar, there are stones rolling, or some sort of running organ making similar noises.

In front of the witch Jane, the roar gradually stopped and the first door finally opened.

Before entering the copy, Witch Jane finally communicated with her teammates: "Protect the card and try to grab another card if you can. ”

Opposite the comm, Zoe tapped slightly to say she knew, then gave the final command: "Keep the channel open and fight with caution. Now —— Guan Mai. ”

Witch Jane took a deep breath and stepped carefully into the copy.

Even when fully prepared, as soon as he saw the light source, the witch Jin was still heartbeating and the lights were burning to the bright eye, he couldn't help but lift his gaze and look at the almost eerie spectacle in front of him -

Copies are several times bigger than he thought.

Wide and bright under the dome.

Light is the ultimate pure white, indoors from spikes and flower windows, like the gift of a god, illuminating a sculpture about six people high.

It's a blonde angel with a trumpet.

It has nearly red wings, and the statue is suspended in the middle of the sky by invisible silk threads, with white light striking its marble-shaped face, making it look extraordinarily solemn. That's how the horn sounded.

In this near-holy picture - the second half of the incision is particularly bizarre. A dozen open coffins are empty and scattered across the ground, far from each other.

Witch Jane instantly recognized this image.

Seventy-eight Tarot cards, he had been carrying them for two weeks, and each pattern was extremely familiar.

Angels, trumpets, coffins, all put together is the penultimate card in Greater Akana - the trial.

In my mind, the sign language of the judgment board reappeared.

“The angel blows the trumpet and the dead rises from the coffin. Let the dead hear the trumpet be redeemed, let the trumpet evoke the rotten flesh, evoke the disappearing emotions. Even sinners who repent have hope of reaching heaven. The order of the native world has been disrupted, and all evil has been tried - the dead will be reborn. ”

It's just that the scene in front of you is one vital element less than the real face of the card.

There are angels and trumpets and coffins - but there are none but the dead in coffins awaiting salvation.

At this moment, behind the witch Jane, the gate closed with a bang.

Violent sounds echoed in closed copies, while more than two dozen doors were closed. Originally hidden in the entrances of the copies due to the loud sounds being exposed in turn.

Old seasoned players, including Witch Jane, have long been quick to hide when entering the door. At this time, countless sights follow the sound source, some of the doors are empty, others are shadowy ——

A few rifles/rifles have been a quick opportunity to target unfortunately exposed players without mercy.

The stray bomb flew, hiding behind the shelter for a long time, in a much more difficult situation than he thought.

His luck never seemed better in the knockout.

The copies are about 100 meters long and more than two dozen entrances are distributed on all sides, high and low. From the sound just now, every door is at least a dozen meters apart from its own --

His closest brother, the entrance was less than ten meters away from him.

There's only one wall nearby that can barely be called a bunker, and they can't see each other, and there's only one possibility ——

The first opponents to enter each other after the match are lurking on the other side of the wall.

Witch Jane bowed down slightly and stuck her back silently against the wall. Quickly pulling down the safety, checking the loading, across the wall, he could even hear the fierce heartbeat across the street.

Short walls, light, ambush.

Memories roll over and everything coincides with the Dark Blue Underground Kills.

The teenager in the lens paused slightly, his eyes obscured by soft curly hair, his pupils reflexed cold as he raised his head, his initially assigned old rifle/gun caught between his arms precisely, the seat against the collarbone, and he didn't hesitate to walk towards the other end of the short wall - then stopped for a second before the war triggered him.

Clawson Show Studio.

The CCTV editor suddenly made a gesture. Blood Pigeon just finished explaining the violent clearing of Qin Jinbao. He was surprised when the camera switched to Witch Jane.

In the live broadcast room, the barrage was suddenly excited--

“Little Witch Mahjong is back!! Mama came to kindergarten to watch little witches and children play!!! Since when have you been secretly handsome? ”

“Wait - hit, hit? Ask for a God's perspective. Ah, reject the athlete's perspective. The elderly look at the heart badly! ”

Program PD: “Come on, come on, let the advertisement of our elderly health care sponsor--”

“…” Blood Pigeon silently opened the ad to continue explaining the lens.

During the live broadcast, the teenager stood against the wall in an apathetic sniping position, standing tall but not aligned with the wall.

Standing aiming is the most difficult of all shooting postures, the center of gravity is almost unhelpful, you need to restrain your whole body from shaking, and the aim is extremely demanding. Even the blood dove didn't think that Witch Jane could control the station so steadily.

The butt rests on his shoulder and doesn't even affect the ups and downs of his breath.

The audience watching this scene even had the strange illusion that the witch Jane's consciousness was not in her mind, but was completely immersed in the cold metal elements of the gun.

”At Xiangxiang's behest,

“Shadow.” Blood pigeon explains: “Very nice prediction. If you go any further, you will expose the shadow to each other. ”

At this point, the image on the screen is suddenly turning!

In the blazing white light, the shadow flashes away. Both sides simultaneously, aiming simultaneously, and shooting simultaneously, stepped on the limit reaction time almost every frame.

The bullets rubbed past each other.

The moment I saw Jane, I was stunned. He had guessed that opposite the short wall was a thin fire transmission, and Zoe had guessed that it was white moonlight, and he was stunned that he had not guessed that it was a dynamic target with only seven rings of witches.

How is that possible?

Witch Jane recognised each other with a relative gaze. Jing Yi Entertainment Class A Practitioner Ming Yao.

Witch Jane is slightly shorter than the other party, but she is no less powerful, or even higher. He didn't hesitate to take another shot.

The opponent avoided it with precision, but completely gave way to the short wall.

“Clear the field!” After Xiangxiang spoke out and hosted several Clawson shows, her eyes were pretty old: “Front guns, the two should be much alike - but the little witches are getting excited. ”

One step ahead, one step ahead.

Upon Xiangxiang's sudden discovery, it was difficult to pick out an adjective to describe the present witchcraft. Just two weeks of kung fu, he seemed completely different from the last knockout.

Initially armed with only 40 rounds, it does not look like a single rifle/gun in Witch Jane's hand, but rather like a compact/shot/machine/gun pressed against the frequency. The teenager still leaned in his starting position, on the one hand at the edge of the copy and on the other at the shelter, as if he were a harsh beast guarded within narrow boundaries, raw and devouring each other's territory.

The blood dove ignored: "Give him a main viewing position. ”

The lens suddenly shifted to Witch Jane's perspective.

The image kept shaking, and Witch Jane's attention kept shifting in three places. The forcibly retreated wells entertain Mingyao, Angel sculptures with horns in their hands, and the other edge of the short wall.

The audience suddenly screamed - if anyone else had suspected that Witch Jane's clearance was pointless, it would have been a good time to shout. On the other side of the short wall, an exposed trainer fled in a stray bullet.

Witch Jane's waiting for the rabbit!

The young man who grabbed the shelter had a dim eye, his shoulders slightly fluctuated as a result of the earlier outbreak, and his gun arm was steady. In the copy, a little darker than just now falls apart from the head of the angel's sculpture, casting a heavy shadow behind the short wall, like heaven and hell.

Half-step paradise, and I am hell - the witch Jane is always lurking in the shadow of the bunker.

His dangerous barrel locked the trajectory of the prey, pre-sighted, adjusted, re-sighted - thin protective clothing that was wet by sweat on the shoulders of his core.

Single shot □ □ No sign to buckle the trigger!

The panicked prey had no idea that Witch Jane would hide behind the short wall, but the two were too close to retreat.

Silver and white lifebays pop up suddenly.

“No. 300012 Witch Jane, Kill: 1. ”

A chapter card drops as the compartment pops up. Almost everyone noticed this way, and Witch Jane's tight muscles burst out of nowhere, stepping out of the shadows ——

The holy, flighty light in the altar finally embraces the witchcraft, and the outline of the teenager is gently depicted in the gap of light, far opposite the Angel of the Horn suspended in the middle of the sky.

Clawson, the director of the show was stunned: "Seats, seats! ”

Countless bullets suddenly hit Witch Jane, and the teenager picked up the cards and did not read the battle, turning over to hide behind the shelter. One tick on the left foot already snatched the eliminated player's rifle/gun, quickly unloaded the magazine and threw it into the backpack, followed by a blind sniper in a concealed posture -

The barrage boils again.

“Witch, are you an angel?! Yeah, that's it! ”

“Is this a dynamic target seven ring? Witch, don't lie to me!!! Little Witch Ahhhhh...”

“Got the cards, got the bullets - but why am I suffocating! Naoko said that the lens was a little handsome just now...”

Blood pigeon automatically filters the screen, sweeping towards the dynamic target seven rings mentioned by the audience: “Two and a half months, I have to say, Witchcraft has made great progress," he said sideways: “What should the teacher think? ”

Xiangxiang smiled: “The road is very wild - although it is not obvious yet, I think that if we give him time, he will become a very personal fighter. Look, he's using his momentum to drive the camera. ”

If Witch Jane was in the studio at the moment, she would have noticed that.

Two months ago, after the lens performance course, the first thing Wesley taught him was to use himself to drive the lens, not to be constrained by it.

At Xiangxiang's encouragement: "I think the little witch can strike the champion again. ”

Blood pigeon smiled. After more than five minutes of carding, his guide made a gesture and turned the camera back to the well for entertainment.

Clawson Show Stadium, “Trial” card copy.

Behind the bunker, Witch Jane quickly looked at the card in her hand.

Two little Akanas, one for the Grail 6, and one for the Sword A, which I just grabbed.

In the Tarot system, little Akana is divided into four colors - the Holy Grail symbolizes moderation and love, the sword is valor and conflict, the scepter represents energy, opportunity, and the star coin is matter and money.

The two cards have a smooth face and are identical to the teaching aids of two weeks ago. Witchcraft still doesn't see the opportunity to “trade destiny” for cards.

He didn't spend much time speculating, turning around and hiding the cards in the battle suit lining. The most important thing in front of him, as opposed to the rules of cluelessness, the long hints of witchcraft singing, and the creepy Gothic altar, was the clearance of the first copy.

Witch Jane raised her head from behind the bunker and suddenly took a pause.

The intense movement just now forced out a thin layer of sweat, and the wind dried out and cooled slightly - not knowing if it was his illusion, the temperature in the copy had dropped considerably from just now, as if it had suddenly fallen from summer into autumn.

Even the original hot light is darker than it was, and the air smells wet and rotten, like expressing a certain state ——

Death.

Witch Jane's eyes changed dramatically.

Something's wrong with the copy environment.

Halfway through the air, the angel with the hand-held horn looked cold and sombre, and the player stopped making noises after entering the door. At the top of its head, the light is almost extinguished at visible speeds, and only two minutes of kung fu vision is dim. The “cold” air, which can only be counted, is close to the bones, and the smell is thickening.

The copy cools sharply and no one can support it for 10 minutes in an environment where the temperature drops sharply to 20 degrees below zero!

This was described in the Grand Akana Judgment Board: "When the angel blows the trumpet, the dead will be redeemed and reborn. ”

But if an angel chooses to remain silent, the trumpet does not sound...

There will be no rebirth, only death.

Witch Jane's heart raced.

At this point, the light had dimmed to the extreme, witches subconsciously embraced the gun chamber, the fog quickly evaporated as they exhaled, his arms even developed goose bumps due to the sudden cooling, and his body gradually stiffened in the cold.

Obviously, the same thing happened to players hiding on the field, and the sound of gunfire, originally attributed to silence, rang again, dramatically accelerating the rate of bullet depletion, unlike the orderly point aim a minute ago.

If the cooling doesn't go away, the only way to crack the copy is to eliminate all the other players--

A moment before the outbreak of the Mixed Wars, close to the center of the pitch-black copy, twenty lights burst on!

The lights are narrow and huge and stand still on the ground.

A moment of silence followed by a full reaction from the players. It's not a lamp, it's an otherwise neglected coffin, glowing in the glow!

Witch Jane's eyes suddenly lit up.

The face of the "trial” is constantly echoing in my mind, and all the drawing elements are finally snapped together.

“The angel blows the trumpet and the dead rises from the coffin. All evil is tried - the dead are reborn. ”

Death, corresponding to the indiscriminate attack of extreme cooling in the copy;

The trumpet is salvation - when the trumpet sounds again and the indiscriminate attack ends, the player is rejuvenated and “resurrected” from the coffin;

And when the horn stops, the temperature drops again, the light dims, and repeats the previous turn - until the next horn sounds.

So there's only one safe haven from indiscriminate attacks...

Limited number of "coffins” in the field to accommodate the "deceased”.

Inside the cold bones, Witch Jane ran fast and his gaze looked at the closest coffin to himself.

As soon as she approached her target, the warm heat poured in, finally relieving herself.

He's betting right.

Witch Jane flipped in and thawed him almost instantly at 28 degrees Celsius inside the coffin. At the same time, a squeaking noise was heard 20 meters from the right side.

Apparently, he's not the only one who took the lead.

Witch Jane couldn't help herself and quickly started/fired the gun outwards.

In the dark, the teenager's eyes squeezed sharply.

If the lens were cut on him at this time, Xiangxiang would definitely think again of what happened during the witch ambush. One step at a time, one step at a time, his physical ability, his marksmanship are not the best of the trainees, but he is an absolute opportunist.

With just three seconds more to warm up than the rest of the players, Witch Jane is already rapidly spreading fire. No one dared approach the two surrounding coffins representing the security zone.

Silver flashes and a safety pod pops up inside the copy.

Then the second, the third...

Witch Jane's face changed dramatically.

Six people were eliminated in the mixed war, only one of them was hit by him and the rest were targeted by the owner of the coffin, 20 metres away.

Likewise, the fire zone between the two men has been dragged from the beginning to a wide discrepancy, and Witchcraft can almost conclude that the other side is not on the same order of magnitude as him.

The opposite firearm level is at least above Zoe, possibly even Wei Yan--

At this moment, the trumpet is finally ringing.

Dark as the tide recedes, the copies warm up quickly and the temperature rises to within acceptable limits.

One by one, the athlete climbed out of the coffin and subconsciously looked at the sculpture suspended in the middle of the sky, the light pouring down from the dome ——

The scene in the copy finally coincides perfectly with the "trial” card.

Horn, redemption, freshman.

At the same time, Witch Jane's vision suddenly became obsessed with brightness, but her instincts reacted earlier before she could see the other side - the biggest enemy in the copy was not cold, not indiscriminate attacks, but dangerous elements 20 meters away from him.

Witch Jane didn't hesitate to shoot, she shot in the direction of her memory!

Twenty meters out, Wesley took a slight meal and turned around.

In the headphones, seven or eight copies of red hair are still whimpering and arguing: “Brother Wei, can I aim for this silver coil? The man called me Clawson Two Fool and said my brother was a fool. I sneak a sneak peek and never get caught on the camera-- hey, Wei, why aren't you talking? Is Brother Vega here? Hello? Hello?”

Turn off the headset at will and lift your eyelids slightly.

He dropped the projectile loaded, aiming at the little bastard with a hard wing who dared to hit himself with a rifle, and the metal parts made a crisp impact.

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[Note] Tarot Card - Trial

In the judgment cards, angels play the trumpet at the final judgment, and people stand up from their graves to celebrate. A white flag with a Red Cross graphic flying on it. Every man, woman and child looks up in spirit, because this is their way back to God or to the Creator's homeland.

It can be seen that this is the idea of Judgment Day in the Bible. The world's original procedures are completely destroyed, and the angel rings his trumpet, and the dead are reborn from the ground. It is important to understand that this card of judgment is self-acceptance of the original criticism of error before there is a new chance of life.

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