Chapter 81

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The Death God Space is a world that Hong Qingsong is very familiar with. For someone as intellectually superior as him and Dugu Fu, there's no place they wouldn't like to go. A single invitation letter costs tens of thousands of dollars, and it's both tense and exciting, with a great sense of achievement if you win.

It's precisely because of his familiarity that he found it incredible.

The group he hired was a well-known organization in the Death God Space. They had a conflict before, and he lost, losing quite badly. Of course, at the time, he had fewer people, and the other side had more. Moreover, he didn't use those cheating methods...

So he knew the strength of those people. Besides, he had obtained the system key through the military. In his view, his arrangements were flawless.

He never thought that Dugu Fu could escape the organization's pursuit, and even that the organization didn't realize he had escaped. He appeared here, destroying his fleet in one move! Compared to surviving in the Death God Space, this was what puzzled him the most.

Since he was familiar with the Death God Space, he naturally had a good understanding of the Death God Phone, a specialty of the Death God Space. What conditions are needed for the Death God Phone to carry out a death design?

Name, portrait, and a unique identity code.

Three thousand system army troops, and over a hundred players tied to the deck. So many names, portraits, and identity codes, all entered into the phone. Only in this situation would such a miraculous chain explosion occur.

But how did Dugu Fu know and input them into the phone? Even if he had informants among the players, who could know the names of the players, how did the names of the three thousand system army troops leak?

It's worthless to talk about it.

Dugu Fu, of course, asked the players for their names. After getting the names, he could easily find their portraits and identity information on the forum and personal homepages with his hacking skills.

As for the information of the three thousand system army troops? Don't forget, what did Dugu Fu do before being exiled to this world? As the captain of a prestigious data special forces unit, some of the highest-level secrets of the federation were kept from him, but the information of the system army in this low-tech world, would it be difficult for him to find?

It was simply a piece of cake. What Hong Qingsong thought was the hardest part was actually the easiest.

However, Dugu Fu had no interest in answering his questions.

Hong Qingsong and himself, in the end, had no deep-seated grudges. He just ruined Hong Qingsong's plans, and Hong Qingsong pursued him relentlessly. To protect himself, he had to eliminate this threat. Therefore, there was no need to waste words making him feel inferior, angry, or humiliated...

After performing the craniotomy, he temporarily left Hong Qingsong alone and began operating the already red Death God Phone with a flurry of movements.

Red?

Yes, the hatred of the players killed by the Death God Phone's death design does not fall on the operator. This is another special feature of the Death God Phone. However, the Death God Phone cannot break the system's limitations—when entering the ordinary world, the number of people killed per day cannot exceed the limit.

A single item, of course, won't be banned. But with one move, killing over three thousand system army troops and players... Dugu Fu's Death God Phone's death design function was completely destroyed and could never be restored.

However, at least the other functions were still working, such as making calls and accessing the internet.

Dugu Fu's fingers flew over the phone, and in a few seconds, he completed the operation and put down the phone.

Throughout the process, the head-wounded and bloodied Hong Qingsong was screaming and struggling wildly. No, his madness was even more intense.

Because he discovered something even more terrifying—his connection to the outside world was cut off!

Semi-immortals, whose consciousness is completely parasitic in the network, are seen by NPCs as beings who will permanently disappear when hit by the God-Killing Spell. But compared to ordinary players, they have another significant difference... from now on, they can only have one body and one character.

Their system interface, like Dugu Fu's after becoming an NPC, has no logout option. Their consciousness must rely on the character in the game to survive.

If they want to enter other worlds, they need a Death God Space invitation letter, or other inter-world travel items and abilities, or, like Dugu Fu's plan, they can try to rush into the temporal chaos.

Their way of contacting the outside world is like Dugu Fu operating the Death God Phone. It is achieved through special means, as they do not have a physical body in the real world like other players.

Now, his connection to the real world... while he was cursing and trying to get the people outside to contact the Death God Space's mercenaries to ask how they let Dugu Fu escape, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, with no response.

As for in-game communication? Private messages, whispers, chat channels?

Now everyone's chat boxes were exploding with questions, confusion, surprise, and shock. Because of the grand fireworks display just now, and because they mysteriously appeared at a resurrection point dozens of kilometers away...

Why did they appear dozens of kilometers away? Not in Lingling City? Because the resurrection point in Lingling City was occupied by NPCs.

To be precise, Hong Qingsong voluntarily abandoned it. It would take several days to kill tens of thousands of people trapped in the city one by one.

The Heavenly Pavilion, located in the bustling area, though magnificent, could not withstand the frenzied attack of tens of thousands of desperate rioters, so it was abandoned from the beginning. He never thought that thousands of system army troops, plus five warships, would be obliterated in the blink of an eye.

In his view, such a number of system army troops, facing unarmed NPCs, could suppress the rebellion without any problem, even with the limit on the number of people killed.

But...

In short, the frenzied information was like a flood, and even if he said something, it would be drowned out in an instant. Moreover, some channels had lost contact due to the distance.

If his words were useful, the troops guarding the East Gate would have received the order to come and save him long ago.

"Who are you? Who are you?" Hong Qingsong kept repeating, hysterically. The same lines, but with a completely different mood.

Just now, he was just shocked, but now, he was beginning to feel a faint sense of despair. Regret, like a venomous snake, was devouring his heart. If only he had known, if only he had known how troublesome this guy was, he... would have come better prepared!

But what good was regret? Would Dugu Fu give him a chance to turn the tables?

Slowly tying the surgical knife to Hong Qingsong's tightly bound fat hand, Dugu Fu ignored him. Holding his hand, touching his bloody forehead, he explained to the dying people on the ship, "This is the commander of the Heavenly Army, the mastermind behind everything tonight, a semi-immortal."

"Semi-immortals, if they kill more than ten people a day, will be punished by the gods and disappear forever. You understand why I need to borrow your lives, right?"

"Ha ha ha... So that's it, so that's it!" Jiaozipi laughed, "No wonder you said you could avenge us!"

"Great! Great! A few worthless lives to take down an immortal, it's worth dying for! I'll go first!"

Dugu Fu shook his head and chose the one who was almost at the end. Holding Hong Qingsong's hand, he stabbed a dying person who was barely breathing with a "pfft."

PK value +1.

"Spare me! Spare me! Please spare me! I surrender! I admit my mistake! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!" Hong Qingsong finally broke down, tears streaming down his face, sobbing uncontrollably.

I was wrong! I was really wrong! How could I have provoked such a perverted guy! It's not a matter of being well-prepared or not; I shouldn't have come here from the beginning.