Chapter 505 How Can We Gather the Demon Army?

Unlike Wang Yujie, who lives one day less and one day less, although Wang Yuan is also doing well now, he is not satisfied with these rights and desires.

Just like the topic between women is men and children, and the topic between men is harmony.

Wang Yuan's thinking is not limited to how comfortable he is in the end of the world.

In contrast, exploring the truth of this world is what Wang Yuan cares about most.

Why did humans suffer such a disaster, why did the world become like this, why did the demons and the demon world want to destroy humans.

All this... is what Wang Yuan wants to know.

Because from the moment Wang Yuan summoned Dabai and Xiaobai in the basement, Wang Yuan felt that his life was controlled by someone, and he suddenly had a sense of fate.

Maybe he was just lucky.

But fate chose him, and there was inevitability.

And the map fusion... seems to be the main clue to the end of the world.

As long as we figure out why the maps of the two worlds merged and who made them merge, then... the truth of the end of the world should be clear on paper.

"That's wrong!"

Wang Yujie couldn't understand Wang Yuan's explanation...

"This is so confusing..." Liang Fang didn't want to understand.

"Fuck! So all of us humans are actually NPCs? Are we game characters controlled by others?" Li Shizhu seemed to have gotten what Wang Yuan meant.

The God of Death touched his chin and said, "I know, the mastermind is Ma Longteng!! After all, he is the boss of a game company."

"Haha, shit! Brother Death is even more bullshitty than me." Li Shizhu couldn't help laughing when he heard it.

"..."

Wang Yuan was speechless for a while.

Ma Longteng is also an ordinary person... How could he have the ability to create the end of the world?

The boring topic ended with the nonsense of the God of Death.

Several people also came to the observation deck.

Looking up, the demon army in Jincheng did not realize that a deadly plague was about to break out.

And because of Wang Yuan's previous terrorist attack, the demon soldiers were already patrolling South Street in groups of three or five.

"Not bad!"

Looking at the demon soldiers patrolling in the city, Wang Yuan was very pleased.

The most feared thing about the plague is isolation.

If all these demons stay at home like those writers, they will not be contagious.

But if the opposite happens, once there is a track of activity, the virus will be spread to every corner by the pathogen carrier.

Now the demon soldiers have begun to patrol the city. When the time comes, those demon soldiers who are hit by the plague arrows will quickly spread the plague.

"Crack! They are dead this time!" Li Shizhu was very excited.

This is the poison he developed. If millions of demon troops in Jincheng are wiped out, he will have a part of the credit.

Li Shizhu never thought that his poison-breaking drug would have such a glorious time.

It's all our boss Wang. He casually turned the poison into a biochemical weapon. The ordinary blood-losing poison can actually exert such a terrifying power in Wang Yuan's hands.

What is meant by the strong never complain about the environment? The strong only create the environment.

"It's probably a bit risky... Jincheng is not as small as you think, and millions of demon army... that's not a small number." Death was a little pessimistic.

After all, he has been in Jincheng for so long, and he knows more about Jincheng's situation than Wang Yuan and others.

Jincheng is a first-tier city, one of the largest cities in the southwest, and the city with the most concentrated population in the southwest.

After the end of the world, Jincheng has merged cities of all sizes, and even annexed the neighboring municipality.

It is no exaggeration to say that Jincheng is the largest gathering place for human survivors in Huaxia.

Although the backflow of the sea of ​​the demon world has caused Jincheng to lose its cohesion, most of the awakened people in the small cities have escaped from Jincheng's control.

But a lean camel is bigger than a horse. At this stage, Jincheng is still a super city, covering most of Shu.

Millions of demon army entered Jincheng without any crowding, which shows how large Jincheng is.

The incubation period of Li Shizhu's virus is only 24 hours.

It is obviously impossible to spread the virus to every corner of Jincheng in such a short time.

Moreover, millions of demon armies are not just numbers, nor are they as simple as a sentence.

"You make sense!"

Hearing what the God of Death said, Wang Yuan did not refute, but nodded and said: "So we have to let them gather quickly."

"Yes, but how can we get them to gather?" The God of Death was worried.

He is not the leader of the demons, and these demons will definitely not listen to him.

And these demons have just experienced a terrorist attack.

At this time, it is already known that gathering together will be very dangerous, and they will definitely not gather for no reason.

It seems that getting them to gather together is more difficult than letting the virus spread to every corner of Jincheng.

"Haha!"

However, facing the concerns of the God of Death, Wang Yuan laughed and said: "You don't have to worry about this matter, someone will help us do it."

"Someone? Who? How did he do it?" The God of Death was confused.

"Wait."

Wang Yuan said: "You will know in a while."

Thunder Cliff, in the meeting hall.

The presidents of all the associations have already issued their declarations of freedom, and the meeting has reached the fourth item, insulting Wang Yuan.

What a wild idea, what a piece of shit that doesn't care about its own weight and so on.

Finally, someone suddenly said: "It's useless for us to curse here from dawn to dusk, we can't just sit there and wait for death."

"Fuck! I was so angry that I forgot about this! Hey, go and kill the skeleton soldiers at the door, and let's rush out together."

"Fuck, why don't you go!"

Seeing Wang Yuan and the skeletons standing there with their chins raised and looking down on everyone, the leader who was pushed out immediately said that he was not an idiot and would not be used as a gun by this bunch of trash.

"Damn, what a trash!"

The presidents all raised their middle fingers.

"You go if you are not a trash?"

"Why should I let you take advantage of me!"

"Fuck, why should I let you take advantage of me?"

A group of presidents, each with their own ulterior motives, at this time, no one wants to suffer a loss, and no one is willing to cooperate with each other.

You pushed me and shoved me, scolding and accusing each other.

"You guys are so unreliable!"

"We are unreliable, so find someone you can trust."

"A reliable person?"

"Oh! Damn! I almost forgot I have a group of reliable brothers!"

"It's like I don't have any."

"Then get some help!"

"Just get some help, don't take advantage of me."

"Laugh, I have more brothers than you, I can kill you!"

"Let's get some help together, kill that bastard Wang!"

The presidents suddenly got the idea, and started to get some help from their friends.