Chapter 1987 U Transcendence Event (Seventy-Eight).

Chapter 1961 U Beyond Event (Seventy-eight)

In the ruins of the city, the once prosperous urban scene has been ruthlessly destroyed, and the desolate scene comes into view.

The towering skyscrapers have become wreckage, and the collapsed concrete and steel blocks are scattered on the streets. The shops and office buildings on both sides of the street have long been reduced to ashes, leaving only a piece of ruins, witnessing the prosperous past when people hurriedly rushed for life.

The traffic light had fallen in the last storm, but the power was not completely cut off. The error signal caused the red and green to overlap and flash, like a monster peeking from the depths of the fog.

Two figures appeared under the traffic light.

Stark raised his head and looked around the surrounding scene, then turned his head to look to the side. Schiller stood there and turned to look at the huge traffic light that had fallen behind him.

"What's wrong?" Stark also walked forward and asked.

"Nothing, it just reminded me of a place with a serious traffic jam." Schiller shook his head and said.

But Stark walked to the broken part of the signal light and looked at it and said: "The general structure is still the product of human civilization, but the materials are different from what we use. Maybe it is in the future."

"I didn't think you would choose unity." Schiller also walked up to take a look. The dense lines at the broken part of the signal light were exposed, going straight down into the ground, and it was unclear where they led.

"I haven't participated in the unity game, but I think this may be the most difficult type of game." Stark looked up from where the signal light fell and said: "Whether it is a superhero or a super criminal, they all have their own strengths, and if they need to unite to pass the level, it will probably be difficult."

"Do you think it will be all the contestants who unite?"

Stark raised his eyebrows and asked back: "Don't you think so?"

"Didn't you find that this organizer likes to play word games very much?"

"Like you?"

Schiller smiled and shook his head and said: "I don't play this kind of trick, I All are clearly marked with prices, and are absolutely worth the money. "

"I wonder if the owner of the bus thinks so."

"Let's talk business." Schiller interrupted Stark's complaints and said, "There are many definitions of unity. It may not be that all contestants unite together. That's not interesting enough."

"Since they are divided into different teams, it is very likely that the members of the teams will unite to fight against other teams, right?"

Stark frowned slightly, but did not raise any objections. The possibility Schiller mentioned does exist, but if that is the case, they may suffer a loss.

If it is a confrontational game, Stark's combat power without armor is not strong, and it will be very stressful for Schiller to fight one against two.

But Stark soon thought that when he proposed to choose a unity game, Schiller did not refute it. If he had anticipated such a situation, he could have made suggestions before participating in the game.

"I just think it will be fun." Schiller smiled and said, "Are you worried that you will be a drag?"

"Stark never worries so much." Stark sighed and said, "I should have thought of it earlier. Nothing can stop you from having fun."

"Just you know."

Just as Stark was about to speak, the organizer's prompt sound finally came.

"The game - 'Mist City Lost Life' is about to begin.

The rules of this game are special, please listen carefully.

Two duelists from the same team will land at the same place and automatically form a team. Each team is the smallest combat unit and is considered the same contestant.

There are six teams in this competition. The six contestants are numbered with Roman numerals 1 to 6. The contestant numbers will be printed on the skin on their backs as a mark of this competition.

One of the two people in the team is a hunter and the other is a priest. The hunter will get a random cold weapon that only the hunter can use, and the priest will get part of the map of this game that only the priest can see.

The hunter can attack everyone, and the priest cannot attack anyone. If the hunter is killed, the priest can continue the game. If the priest is killed, the whole team is eliminated, and the map owned by the priest is automatically obtained by the priest of the killer team.

There are totem pole fragments in the corner of the map. Collect three Totem pole fragments, priests can curse any hunter, totem pole fragments can be held by anyone in the team, and will automatically drop upon death.

Special reminder, the thick fog in the city is lurking with great danger, please explore with caution, this competition does not restrict any ability or action of the contestants, but violators will be immediately executed and eliminated. "

A red light flashed in the depths of the thick fog, but it was not a chaotic signal light. As the red light gradually went out, Lord Superman turned his head and looked at Bruce next to him and said, "My superpowers can be used, but it seems that they can't play a complete effect. This fog is very strange."

"Can you fly?"

Lord Superman looked up and took a look. He was about to take off and try, but Bruce pulled him and said, "Don't fly so high. There are dangers lurking in the depths of the thick fog, and the fog is thicker at high altitudes."

Lord Superman restrained his movements, just floated up gently, floated to a height of about two floors, and landed again.

The air above was very sticky. Lord Superman raised his head and frowned and said, "We can continue to fly up, but I'm not sure what's up there. That gives me a bad feeling."

"Then don't fly." Bruce said immediately: "I'm afraid this game can't be solved by a simple battle."

At this time, the prompt sounded again.

"Please each team decide on the hunter and priest roles."

"Can you choose for yourself?!"

A slightly surprised voice came from the depths of the fog. Clark turned his head to look at Batman beside him and said, "I thought it would be decided by the organizer."

"It's good news for us." Batman still had no expression on his face, but looking at Clark's clear eyes, he still sighed.

At that time, Clark immediately contacted the organizer to send medicine to Bruce, but Batman didn't want to go back so soon, so he suggested that they go to a game together to get to know each other better and hone their fighting skills.

Clark really agreed, so the two of them went straight into the game.

"So who of us is the hunter and who is the priest?" Clark asked.

Batman seemed to be a little surprised that Clark would ask this question. The Superman he knew was always overconfident in this kind of thing and always liked to volunteer.

"I'll be the hunter." Batman said, "But you have to pretend to attack them, disguised as a hunter, and I'll be disguised as a priest."

Clark raised his eyebrows, he looked at Batman, and said, "Indeed, you look more like a priest, at least more than me."

"You are very smart." Batman left only one sentence.

The new screening room was very bright. Owen stood in the center of the stage again, raised his hands and shouted, "Let's warmly welcome this time's guests!!!"

The lights kept shining, and the spotlights above cast bright light, illuminating the figures in the audience.

There were a lot of spectators this time. There were seven people in total. Owen was obviously very happy with this number, and kept operating the lights to flash back and forth.

The figure in the center frowned impatiently. When the light stopped shaking, a black and blue uniform and two short sticks on the back appeared.

Nightwing in the main universe originally had a rough life, but the biggest trouble he encountered recently was that Thomas, who stayed in Gotham in the main universe, insisted that he go to Metropolis to study in college.

Next came his good friend, a young man wearing a jacket and a red hood. He hugged his arms and coughed twice in a low voice, shaking his head at Nightwing.

Red Hood in the main universe originally had a rough life, but the biggest trouble he encountered recently was that Thomas, who stayed in Gotham in the main universe, asked him to go back to high school again.

To the left was naturally their other good friend, a young man wearing a colorful Robin uniform, or more like a teenager.

Red Robin in the main universe, his life was not so rough, but the biggest trouble he encountered recently was that Martha, who stayed in the main universe, contacted his aunt, and the two of them persuaded his father to let him take over the business of the Drake family.

To the right of Nightwing was a young man in a white coat, who looked like he had just come out of the institute, but was very young and even a little immature.

That was Peter Parker. He obviously recognized Dr. Schiller on the screen. He put his hand to his mouth and smiled, obviously thinking of something interesting.

To Peter's right was a figure in a truck driver's uniform, with messy green hair hanging down the side of his face, and a long black hair at the root, which looked like it hadn't been permed or dyed for a long time.

Jack also recognized Bruce, of course, but he just sneered, rolled his eyes, and said nothing.

But he soon got into trouble, because the person sitting on his right was another Batman.

His bat suit was much more sci-fi than most Batmans, with matte metal chest armor and shoulder armor, a golden belt, thick and powerful hand armor and a long cape.

Batman from the most famous fan game in history, "Arkham Knight", also embodies the stereotype of Batman. He can solve many problems by opening his mouth, but he just doesn't open his mouth.

At this time, he was staring at Jack with a cold and deep look. Jack leaned crookedly on the chair and sneered at him.

Sitting at the edge was an old man wearing a bull horn crown with two long horns sticking out. He placed his hands flat on his legs, holding a book in his hands and a staff beside him. He sat there silently. No one paid attention to him, and he ignored others.

Loki, a very special Loki.

As the thick fog on the screen dissipated, the contestant who appeared in the center of the screen was an ordinary man, and there was only him.

Just when several Robins wanted to ask what was going on, the man on the screen didn't move his mouth, but another rougher and hoarse voice suddenly sounded.

"I really can't figure it out. How can this damn organizer count us as two people? He knows nothing about symbiotes, and nothing about me. He is a damn idiot..."

"Okay, Venom, you've complained hundreds of times. Shouldn't I be the one to worry about now? If the priest's move is against the rules, then we must move together. What should we do now?"

"That's why I said that was a damn idiot." Venom was even more crazy: "How could he count us as two people? We are obviously one, damn it, damn it."

The face of the man who appeared on the screen was Eddie Brock.

But unfortunately, he and the symbiote Venom were counted as two contestants, and his duelist team happened to be the team with the minimum number of people, that is, two people, just him and Venom.

Venom was very dissatisfied with this matter. He was angry for as long as he had been here. Eddie had not coaxed him down yet, and now he encountered such a situation again.

Before the onlookers could figure out what was going on, a slightly familiar face appeared on the screen. It was Tony Stark again, and he was also alone, and there was no sound around him.

Ignoring the doubts of the onlookers, the screen finally cut to the last team of contestants.

One of them was a blond strong man wearing a gorgeously decorated armor and a crown, and the other was a black-haired young man, also wearing a complicated robe and holding a staff.

Thor and Loki, the King of Gods and the Prince seemed to be attending the celebration before they came, and they were whispering something at this time.

All teams were discussing the allocation of hunters and priests, and Schiller and Stark were no exception. Stark spread his hands and said, "It seems that we only have one choice now."

"Yes." Schiller nodded and said, "So you are the hunter and I am the priest."

Stark's eyes widened.

Looking at the cold weapon axe falling from the sky, Schiller smiled and said, "Remember what I said? Sometimes, words are more powerful than fists."

I'm so sleepy