Chapter 435： The gods go crazy

"Uh, something?"

Bellok looked at the several sheriffs outside the door in a daze, his heart hung directly.

"Belloc? Citizen number mantissa 7854?"

Asked a slightly chubby, kind-looking middle-aged man, saying that he was also opening the Internet and scanning to identify Belloc's identity.

"Yes, yes." Bellok nodded nervously.

Although he has immigrated to Kerviel for less than three months, he also knows that the Sheriff of the Kerviel must not be underestimated.

Maybe they seem to be just ordinary people in a uniform, but once they disobey the order, they can summon a terrible and powerful support at any time.

From the magical puppets that rushed straight in five minutes, to the magic warriors equipped with the hammer of dawn, and even the high-level magicians who see the dragons without seeing the end... only you can't think of it, without the power that they can't move.

Rumors trigger the highest-level alarms and even attract the attention of gods.

All in all, in one sentence, no matter who you are in Kerviel, you must honestly abide by the rules.

If the sheriff violates the law and enforces the law, don't panic. The Internet provides you with multiple complaint channels, which absolutely guarantees everyone's legal rights.

"Wow, you are the first runner-up of the Zerg Contest, Belok, the wretched hound?" The stocky sheriff confirmed with an incredulous expression.

"Yes it is."

Bellok nodded with a stiff expression, a flash of pain flashed in his eyes.

This record once brought him endless glory and wealth, but this glory and wealth also brought him endless disasters.

The life of violent wealth made him quickly fall into a drunkard, and when he suddenly came back to his senses, his huge wealth had already been squandered.

If it weren't for him to think of his runner-up status, he could emigrate to Kerviel through the special talent introduction program.

At this time, I am afraid he has become a street tramp.

Even so, after immigrating, his life is not very easy. After experiencing the richness, it is difficult for him to return to work. He can only rely on live broadcasts and consume the title of runner-up, who is gradually exhausted, and barely make a living.

"Mr. Belloc, don't be nervous, you haven't violated any of Kevill's laws. We are here this time to seek cooperation."

A thin man walked over the short and fat sheriff and said in a deep voice.

"Cooperation?" Bellok was stunned.

"Don't you ask us to go in?" The thin man pointed to the low-rent house behind Bellok that looked like a doghouse.

"Okay, please come in."

Bellok stepped away in a hurry.

Ten minutes later, the thin man left surrounded by a group of sheriffs, leaving Belloc with a dazed look, and neighbors who pointed and looked wary in the corridor.

Belloc didn't care about the neighbors' gazes, closed the door with a "clam", and couldn't help rubbing his face, only feeling dizzy for a while.

This group of people signed a very strict confidentiality contract with him.

The contract stipulates that after five days, Party B will forcibly summon his consciousness and participate in a large-scale game simulation. Regardless of the result, he will receive 2 million interconnected coins.

If he can dominate the game and win, the prize money will be doubled.

Although he once had a wealth of 24 million, it is in the past tense after all. Even because he once had wealth, the attraction of this 2 million to him is even greater than that of 24 million.

I don't know how long it took, Belloc recovered slowly, he took a deep breath, and suddenly clenched his fists.

For higher bonuses, he fights!

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Five days later, Bellok, who had finished replenishing his energy, checked the doors and windows, sat in the recliner in advance according to the agreed time, and closed his eyes.

At a certain moment, he only felt that his soul seemed to be withdrawn from his body. When he opened his eyes, the scenery in front of him made his scalp numb.

He appeared in a void.

There is an ice-like ground beneath my feet, extending into the endless chaos of nothingness.

Scenes of light and shadow emerged around him.

[Commander 563, you have ten hours to be familiar with the command system. After ten hours, you will receive a war order. Please be prepared. 】

It was like a voice coming from deep in his heart, making Belloc tremble all over.

"A new game? Or a rumored evaluation?"

"No, no, aren't these Zerg units? Also, are these maps too realistic?"

"Let me go, it is said on the Internet that the gods of the Internet will use the hands of players to command real battles by confusing the real and the false. Isn't it true?

Bellok looked at the maps, units, and face that appeared around him.

But in the end, he gritted his teeth and fumbled for this command system. At the same time, he was familiar with the types of troops and maps, and simulated it in his mind.

He didn't know that there were many "commanders" in his situation.

In the ten hours he was familiar with the system, there was even a large-scale virtual command center, which had already started to quarrel.

The atmosphere on the scene was boiling, and people who didn't know thought they were fighting.

Of course, they are discussing war.

This is a virtual command center that does not exist in any dimension of reality. There are floating virtual screens everywhere in the room, and countless strategic goals of the multiverse are displayed on the screen.

The elite consciousnesses from all major middle and high-level leaders of the Internet of God gathered here to have heated discussions and formulate strategic plans.

"My lord has said that war is the productivity, and it is meaningless to seize the city. They cannot provide us with soldiers, let alone productivity. Instead, they will share our defense forces. Therefore, our first strategic goal should be to destroy the other side. The factory, let them have no guns to use, no bullets to fight!"

"The gods are not fools. Most of their factories are under the protection of churches and magic towers. It is simply unrealistic to completely destroy them."

"Industrial production is a system. We don't need to destroy all of their factories. We only need to destroy their core factories to paralyze their entire production chain."

"We can think of this, and the enemy can certainly also think of it, quickly and comprehensively coordinate our production materials and carry out key protection."

"..."

In the command center, elites from all walks of life from the Internet of Gods are doing their jobs, racking their brains and participating fully.

The crazy development of various information tactics from the mysterious public opinion observation group;

Engineers from the industrial sector stared at their own important factories while staring at the rival factories;

The Zerg Cerebrates are around the resource output map of the multiverse, discussing where to develop, more likely to explode;

The high-ranking magicians have a headache for their own defenses, and they fought and snatched each other for the practically abundant quota of magic power and the command power of the magic airship.

The leaders of the fourth natural disaster, with bloodshot eyes, made various plans for death squads and blew up plans.

Give full play to the advantages of your own legion!

For a moment, the command center looked like a gang of demons dancing.

However, if you observe carefully, you will find that the scene is chaotic and orderly, and the internal competition process is actually the process of selecting the best individuals and solutions.

Therefore, the battle plans flowed out quickly, waiting for the decision makers to make a decision.

Although the participants in the push, they all know that this is virtual and fake.

But everyone is trying their best, because no one is sure whether this push is preparing for war.

Most importantly, this is their closest to God.

The great Internet gods are watching them. This is a god-given opportunity for them to leap over the dragon's gate and skyrocket to ninety thousand miles.

…

…

"What is the predicted winning rate now?"

In the interconnected high-rise meeting room of the core building, Yu Sheng sat on the main seat and looked at Fobos, the **** of prophecy.

At this time, the conference table was empty, and there was a bubble floating in it, and the virtual command center appeared in the bubble.

"Five or fifty percent!"

Forbos's face was pale, as if he had received a fatal blow.

It turned out that with the outflow of various battle plans and the prophetic authority supplemented by information, the winning rate is getting higher and higher.

This directly stimulated Phobos.

He has always felt that the power of prophecy is very powerful, and the inaccurate prediction is due to the lack of quality, but the facts have impacted his three views.

"There is a saying in my hometown that a wise man must have a loss with a thousand thoughts, and a fool must have a gain with a thousand thoughts. Don't underestimate the wisdom of mortals. Give them the command of war. Maybe you can do better than us. UU看书 "

Yu Shengan smiled and stared at the virtual command center, showing wonderful sights.

Phobos opened his mouth, trying to say something, but in the end he said nothing.

"The winning rate is more than 50%, and it seems that there is room for improvement. Your Royal Highness's battle for unity seems to have to be fought?" Avernola asked in a very formal tone.

Her words made the Internet executives nervous.

"Don't rush to conclusions. The battlefield situation is changing rapidly. The predictions return to predictions. The final result will be waited for after the troops are pushed." Yu Sheng calmly said.

…

As everyone knows, the gods of the multiverse were going crazy at the moment he held the push.

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