Chapter 1241 The Tatalo Tribe

The bet begins!

Choosing a target among so many players and letting the opponent become the ultimate champion is a test of vision.

In about ten minutes, Fudge chose his target, which was a race that looked like a ball of black mud called the Duni.

The biggest characteristic of this race is that it is difficult for them to die. Even if only a small part of their body is left, they can still survive tenaciously.

Fudge chose this Dhoni because of this.

After waiting for a while, Fauci realized that Rice still had not chosen a target. He chuckled: "Are you going to wait until the options finally become less and then make a choice?"

"There is no need, so I will choose it!"

Following where Les pointed, Fudge saw the target Les had chosen, which was... a Tatar clan.

What is a Tartarus?

This race looks like a dog, except that it has one shorter horn than a dog. Among all the vassal races of the Gods, this race has always been at the bottom.

If it weren't for the Protoss' rule that vassal races were not allowed to fight within each other, the Tataros might have ceased to exist.

In the language of the gods, Tatalo means weak.

Fauci couldn't understand what Rice meant. This was because he gave up on his own, but he just couldn't say it to his face to give himself a step up?

After thinking about it, he shook his head. Les was not such a kind-hearted god.

He had read the information about this Tartar clan, and there was nothing special about it. Everything was so ordinary that he didn't even bother to take another look.

Of course, Rice knew that Fudge would find it strange, but he would not be surprised at all, because this Tartarus is the spy No. 1 in disguise!

This was something Rice and Spy No. 1 had planned for a long time. Killing Fauci directly would not be a good thing for Rice.

What he needs is an honest method to take away the position of God Lord. Only in this way can he be justified. When the time comes to take over the God Clan, he can get everything he wants.

But directly betting on the position of God Lord, he was worried that Fudge would not agree, so he did so.

The rules were deliberately changed before just for the current situation.

In this important festival, no one will care if there is a missing god. Spy No. 1 has no problem disguising himself.

When he takes control of the Protoss, there will be no need for Spy No. 1 to continue pretending.

"No. 1, you can go ahead and do it." Rice's voice rang in the ears of spy No. 1.

Spy No. 1 knows that next is the time for him to show off his skills.

With his strength, he could easily kill all the contestants present, but under Fauci's surveillance, he felt that he needed to restrain himself.

The Tataros have a theoretically strong, but actually very weak, ability, which is substance synthesis.

As long as something is touched by the horn on the head of the Tartarus tribe, it can be fused with other completely unrelated things and become a completely new thing, randomly.

Theoretically, all substances can be fused!

It's a pity that the Tataros themselves are so useless. The most powerful of the Tataros can only fuse some not-so-rare substances. What will become after the fusion is unknown to them. Control has become a useless ability.

But in the hands of Spy No. 1, this ability can be used in many ways.

During Fudge's observation, the Tataros touched a tree with their horns, and then touched the stone next to it, and he suddenly smiled.

"Even if these two most common things are fused, they will only become the most common things and have no use in combat." Fudge laughed.

"Really?" Les raised the corner of his mouth.

The next second, Fudge's eyes widened, because he saw that after the two things merged, they turned into a... landmine?

The Gods are also developing technology, so they naturally know about landmines. He also saw that this mine was very unusual and powerful enough to kill ordinary small galaxy-level experts.

"It's impossible. How could two ordinary substances turn into such a powerful landmine? Is it just luck?" Fudge frowned tightly.

Of course he wouldn't know that Spy No. 1 used his own space to absorb trees and rocks, creating the illusion of fusion, and then took out the powerful mines unique to the Red Alert Empire from the space.

Weapons such as landmines have been researched and developed by combat laboratory scientists and have long been able to participate in the starry sky battlefield.

It uses space technology to hide, and will automatically detonate as long as the enemy is close. It is very powerful, and the strongest one is enough to kill a large galaxy-level powerhouse.

Spy No. 1 used this "fused" mine to quietly kill a player and take away the opponent's sign.

This sign is very special and cannot be destroyed with their strength. Every time a sign is taken away, the two signs will merge into one to form a new sign, which will also display the number of signs taken away.

Of course, there are many restrictions. If you want to hide the sign, this is not possible. You must carry it with you.

As time goes by, there are fewer and fewer contestants, and some give up because they feel that they will definitely not reach the end.

There are also those killed by other players, and the number is decreasing sharply.

For the time being, the target chosen by Fauci and Rice still exists, which makes Fauci very unhappy.

In his opinion, races like the Tartaros should be the first to be finished.

He always felt that there was something wrong with the Tartar clan, so he asked people to go down and check its information carefully. Rice didn't care. No matter how much he checked, it was impossible to know that the Tartar clan had been replaced a long time ago.

While waiting for the results of the day of becoming a god, the Wing Clan on the other side suddenly launched a full-scale attack against the Human Alliance, which surprised the Human Alliance.

In the past, the Human Alliance suppressed the Wing Clan and was suddenly attacked by the Wing Clan. They were caught off guard. However, with the help of their powerful psychic technology and robotic technology, they were able to repulse the Wing Clan.

But they knew very well that the Wing Clan would not give up just like that.

In the conference room of the Human Alliance, a large number of parliamentarians gathered here to discuss measures against the Wing Clan.

"Senior Councilor, the Wing Clan seems to have decided to destroy us this time. All the places ahead that are bordering the Wing Clan's star field are traced by the Wing Clan. Five fronts have been established so far. If this continues, we will be dragged down. It's us." A member of parliament said.

The number of people in the Human Alliance is not very large, even after several years of development. It is better to say that the number of robots exceeds the number of humans.

They have never experienced robot betrayal, nor have there been any movies or novels about robot betrayal. They have great trust in robots, and no one cares even if the number of robots exceeds them.

What they care more about is whether robots can supplement their combat effectiveness.