novelsite Chapter 346 Special Promotion Competition
Chapter 346 Special Promotion Competition
Chapter 346 Special Promotion Competition
On the main seat of the sofa, sat a man in a suit with a greasy hair.His suit is highly reflective, with stripes on cut shapes at the hem.Standing on both sides of the sofa were people dressed exactly like the guards at the door. Penguin manager Kolb stood beside him with a very humble attitude.
"Hello, No. 6202596622056 Ultra-Limited Beast, we have already talked to your manager about the details. Mr. Finitz?"
The leading man in a suit glanced at Turing, and his eyes fell on Iliad.
The latter smiled wryly and looked at Turing:
"They're the ones from the 'Great Grail.'"
The "Great Holy Grail" is the central AI of the Tumi Chamber of Commerce. It is also a city center building composed of large server arrays, and the headquarters of the Tumi Chamber of Commerce.
This group of people came from the headquarters of the Tumi Chamber of Commerce.
"What's the matter..." "You don't need to speak. We have already informed your agent of everything. If there is any doubt, we are only responsible for notification, not communication."
The man's attitude was cold and tough, and the monster's body and voice didn't seem to have any deterrent effect in front of him.Turing, who was interrupted, squinted his eyes, and slowly stood behind Iliad.
"There are some changes in the event." Iliad said with a stern face, "'Great Holy Grail' conducted an algorithm review on your nine battles, and thought that your game involved fairness issues, so you changed your schedule, and It is mandatory to participate in the special promotion competition..."
Turing looked down at Iliad, who squirmed his lips and said slowly:
"You are going to participate in a ration battle..."
The information about the format of the Unlimited Colosseum came to Turing's mind.
There are not only one-on-one competitions here, but also other special events.For example, the bloody arena that Turing participated in the second game is one.
In addition to the bloody arena, there are many different competitions, one of which is [Ration Battle], which is characterized by the fact that this is a 3V8 unequal competition, and it is a competition mode that crosses competition levels, and it also excludes In addition to the factors of player popularity, the most popular event——
Three plundering-level ultra-limited fighting beasts compete to prey on eight survival-level ultra-limited fighting beasts in a synthetic scene.
The eight survival-level ultra-limited fighting beasts need to survive within the specified time and escape the predation from high-ranking fighting beasts. After the event is over, they can get a large amount of competitive points and a unique glory milestone "survivor".
This event is extremely harsh for survival-level beasts, and the survival rate is extremely low.In this event, Kejaka also participated in history, and won a high ranking in the survival position.
"We are only responsible for notification, not communication. For every ration that participates, we can get the praise of the arena master."
"They are members of the Royal Guard..." Iliad reminded Turing in a low voice.
The oil-headed suit clapped his hands, and the person next to him placed a small metal box on the table and opened it. In the interlaced light, a blue holographic figure was outlined standing in the center of the box——
It was a man with a parted head. The slightly illusory blue image made his body look a little unreal. After a burst of flickering fine-tuning, a calm and passionate male voice came from inside:
"A Chosen One."
"You got rid of the filthy identity of the past and came here to look up to the glory."
"Birth brings glory to one's body."
"Under the gaze of a powerful creature, fleeing is not shameful. The shameful thing is that you don't have the courage to face all of this. And glory has always been reserved for the strong. Those who have the courage and look at the glory are the strong."
"What is courage? It is the oppression of the strong, the crushing of the environment, and the sudden and terrifying mutation."
"Death is not the end, even if your consciousness is shattered, I will crown you in the Hall of Valor!"
After the passionate words fell, the greasy-haired man in a suit who sat down suddenly stood up, clapped his palms together with the people wearing the same uniform around him, and shouted in unison:
"it is good!"
The penguin manager on one side shot faster than them, obviously anticipating the battle.And Iliad also looked a little confused. After seeing Turing's indifference, he hesitated to make a move, but under the sign of the penguin manager, he also raised his palm in a daze and started clapping.
It's like a bunch of brainwashed people.
The hurried clapping ended after a few seconds. The man in the oily suit sat back on the sofa silently, while Turing looked at the figure still floating on the box.
"Master of the arena?"
"Scorner!"
The greasy man stood up suddenly, pointed at Turing, took out an instrument and pressed it suddenly.
A trembling and gnawing from the soul burst out from the back of the head to the whole body. Turing's monster body convulsed crazily, his fingers scratched the floor and trembled uncontrollably, and his pupils constricted.
This pain seemed to come from the depths of the soul, and it seemed to last for a whole hour before slowly disappearing.
Thick white air erupted from Turing's mouth, and his pupils, which turned abnormally bright red at some point, stared at the man. Turing slowly took a step back and closed his kiss teeth.
"Hudson, you are too hard on our warriors."
As the holographic image said, the greasy-headed man suddenly stood up and bowed: "Sorry, Mr. Witt!"
"You should apologize to it."
"Yes."
The oily man turned to Turing: "I'm sorry, Mr. Blazer."
Even the name was changed directly.
Turing relaxed slightly, and looked much better, looking at the blue figure.
"Let me introduce myself, I am the owner of the entire Unlimited Colosseum, Lorian Witt."
Project manager.
"Nine consecutive victories, a very beautiful record. For the survival class, your stage is too small."
"So, I gave you a bigger stage and a stepping stone to glory."
"I believe that this competition will take you one step closer to glory."
The voice fell, without waiting for any response from Turing, the blue shadow completely disappeared.
"The briefing is over, I wish you all a pleasant evening."
The man in the suit named Hudson got up, and the group left the room quickly. Manager Penguin glanced at Iliad and hurriedly followed.
After only Iliad and Turing were left in the room, the former breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Turing:
"The people of the Royal Court Guard of the 'Great Holy Grail'... are very scary."
"The Royal Guard? So is there something wrong with the 'Great Holy Grail'?" Turing grinned and sneered, "Fair?"
Regardless of interests, Turing will not forget this account for the time being.
"Maybe, it's the value..." Iliad was silent for a while, "Ten plundering games are not as good as the number of spectators in a ration battle... The Great Holy Grail thinks that you can provide higher worth... are you okay?"
Recalling the scene just now, a red light flashed in Turing's eyes.
Letting his subordinates get rough, standing on the stage and reprimanding him, and the domineering president's version of singing with a red face and a white face, Turing is very familiar with this set... That player named Lorian Witt is this thing.
And full of glory again, Turing seemed to understand what was going on in this place.
"What is the Master of the Arena?"
"Shh... that's Lorian Vetter." Iliad hastily gestured to lower the volume, "Lorian Vette, the actual ruler of the three arenas, he is the entire Puniska Ultra-Limited Colosseum Master! Usually there is no survival-level fighting beast that is eligible to be received by him!"
"From your point of view, it seems that I should feel honored?" Turing sneered.
The rising breath gradually calmed down, and Turing roughly figured out the problem after a little thought.
In his eyes, his battles are just gaining enough benefits, and in the Unlimited Colosseum, the benefits are exposure.
So the Great Holy Grail seems to be eyeing him... The reverse spiral blade Mazan arranged for the first time is also very likely the reason why the holographic image is a bit high-profile under the cameras of the bloody arena.
But in this kind of place, it is difficult to obtain benefits without being high-profile.
Although the master of the arena is straightforwardly understood to be the project director, but judging from the scale of the over-limit Colosseum, if this guy becomes an obstacle in the future, he will also be a very difficult existence to deal with.
Suddenly, he remembered Remington's last words before he left.
"Mr. Blazer."
"I hope you can reach the next stop smoothly."
Sure enough, someone has been paying attention to himself.An inexplicable sense of staring rose from the side of his body. It was not a real gaze, but a strong sense of insecurity.Turing thought of the tipping user numbered "14514".
Touching the back of the head, there is the location of the consciousness stack.
This thing has really caused me a little trouble now, if I don't get rid of its control ability, I will definitely be manipulated to death in this world...
"Mr. Blazer, what should we do now...?"
Iliad looked at Turing with a bitter face.
Turing was silent for a few seconds.
But right now, we still have to deal with this special promotion match that suddenly airborne...
After a brief silence, Turing grinned:
"There is no way to avoid it, so we can only go up."
"But what I'm curious about is..."
"What if, in this so-called battle for rations, one Survivor kills three Looters?"
There is a chapter that should be made up for yesterday.
(End of this chapter)