assistirfilmes Chapter 173 The War Is Over.
Chapter 173 The War Is Over.
The half-meter tall Rainbow Portal, sat quietly in his space backpack's grid, constantly rotating. At this moment, he was curious about one thing—that the portal itself was a prop.
The Prop Effect was that 100,000 Star Coins could be spent to create 1 million zombies within seven days, and if the zombies died too quickly, it could even be 10 million zombies.
Could this inherent prop effect still be used?
If it could be used,
in some ways, this prop was also like a weakened version of an Insect Tribe Priest.
At least it was much cheaper than summoning by an Insect Tribe Priest, which started at 1 Star Coin each. Even summoning 10 million of the lowest-level Insect Clan Creatures would cost at least 10 million Star Coins.
He was getting a bargain.
All he needed was 100,000 Star Coins.
Although each zombie was quite weak and couldn't even beat some of the more ferocious Lifestyle Professions, their advantage lay in their numbers, and they were cheap enough. The main reason it was considered a weakened version of an Insect Tribe Priest was because there was a limit to how many could be summoned.
Even if he had more money, he could only summon up to 10 million at most.
After seven days, the prop could be used a second time, and the first batch of summoned zombies would turn to dust and disperse into the universe. There was a limit to the number.
Unlike the Insect Tribe Priest—although summoning them was expensive, as long as one had enough money, there was no limit to the number of creatures one could summon. If you were powerful enough to rival a country, you might wave your hand and directly muster a 3 billion strong Insect Clan army to break through any obstacle in front of you—it wasn't an impossibility.
However, without conducting experiments, he didn't know if the prop could be used normally.
After all, this prop was different from all the others he had before.
He didn't have 100,000 Star Coins in his pocket. Not that he didn't have them, even if he did, he wouldn't do this experiment now, wasting money for nothing. Pure folly.
Of course, even if the prop could be used, it was highly likely he wouldn't need it. 100,000 Star Coins was enough to buy him too many bullets. Using them to create zombies was too wasteful.
...
The war was over.
Countless news stations scrambled to send congratulatory messages to various cities. Support troops also began to withdraw one after another, and the blockade on Broken Pot City was lifted. The remaining city reconstruction work was left to the Broken Pot City government team.
It wasn't something these support troops could meddle with anymore.
By the time they withdrew, night had fallen again.
The people from Fengtian City sat in the long convoy of vehicles. Under the dim lights, they slowly drove on the winding roads towards Fengtian City. They too were sitting inside a truck, having not slept for a long time.
"Cultivation would be better than this..."
Seeing that Miao ignored him and the others were also nodding off with unconsciously bobbing heads, Hungry Monkey lowered his own head and muttered: "If I could cultivate, give me the bloodline of the Everlasting Ones, with my own bloodline effect, I'd be invincible in just a few million years."
"Isn't that what a true supernatural is?"
In the carriage, only Hungry Monkey's murmurs could be heard, like a demon's whisper, making the atmosphere even more fatigued and inducing continual sleepiness.
...
The truck convoy continued on its quiet and smooth journey toward Fengtian City, everyone had safely retreated. Chen Miao, who had been dozing off inside the truck, was suddenly awakened by a violent shake.
Glancing outside the window, his expression turned somewhat peculiar.
There was no sign of anything out of the ordinary, the convoy was still moving forward, and it appeared as though they had just run over a small pebble.
But perhaps the two consecutive fixed events had left some psychological shadow on him. What if, when he opened his eyes again, he would find himself swept up into another "Hell Truck" fixed event? That really would be messed up.
The next second—
"Quick, quick, wake up, Miao, we've hit a fixed event!"
Following that, the entire convoy came to a halt.
Chen Miao's heart skipped a beat and then a wave of powerlessness surged inside him. Weren't fixed events supposed to be once in a hundred years? An event rarer than encountering a Taboo Item, yet why did it feel like he was running into fixed events every day?
He was extremely tired.
Just as they were about to get home, couldn't they have a peaceful journey so that he could lie down comfortably in his coffin and have a good night's sleep?
He was really very tired.
He let out a light sigh, grabbed his Thompson Submachine Gun, and stepped down from the truck, dragging along Hungry Monkey, who was completely knocked out beside him. If he couldn't sleep, then Hungry Monkey shouldn't be sleeping here either.
If not sleeping then no one sleeps.
Just as he got off the truck, he witnessed an incredibly shocking scene!
On the wild plains under the starry sky.
They could clearly see a deep blue train speeding across the wilderness, like a comet slicing through the cosmos, so dazzling and splendid.
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