At this point, unless he really gives him a treasure like the Book of Ten Thousand Jobs, other ordinary things are really difficult to be of much use.

However, the human route adjustment opportunities that were previously announced were not released together with the current version after it went online.

Pigeon?

Sumo clicked on the route, and then realized that using this opportunity required him to return to the territory to check it.

"It seems that if you want to use this opportunity, you have to teleport back for free."

Although he has half a year to prepare for the next gambling battle, Somo doesn't have much clue at the moment.

Training?

Modern humans rely mainly on weapons and tactical coordination, and the quality of soldiers is secondary.

And when it comes to the battlefield, what is even more tested is the intelligence gathering capabilities of both sides.

If you need to fight face to face with bayonets, there is nothing you can do about it.

Under normal circumstances, Su Deben, the first-generation commander-in-chief, was given the responsibility, which made Su Mo feel relieved.

And now the game is probably notifying the alien gods waiting outside the territory that this will be the last chance to play.

Presumably there will be a big shock within the alien race until the first game scene is deduced.

Only then can we think of ways to gather information and prepare in advance.

"I still have to go to Connie's place. Fortunately, I asked for the coordinates last time. It will be easy to teleport there later."

It’s time to wake up a dark seed that has been buried for a long time.

After browsing the last version of the update, Sumo went to the World Channel again before closing the game panel.

That's a lot of fun.

When I was charging before, I didn't see a single comment for a few minutes at night, all were exchanged in secret words.

Now that it is free, even though there is only a limit of ten messages per day, the number of speakers has almost returned to the time when everyone first came to the wasteland.

Including the familiar speech blocking is also online again, blocking out some useless exclamations and abuses.

On the way down the mountain.

The villagers who got up early and waited for the version update were extremely excited at this moment.

If the free return of the chat channel is to make the humans in the wasteland no longer lonely.

Then the opening of the trading secret realm is to build a bridge between the island-like territories.

Furthermore.

There is also crucial storage space.

Even if the initial space is only 0.5 cubic meters and can only be opened twice a day, it is still a huge help.

"The restoration of this function makes it difficult to sell the storage modules produced by the module mother bed."

Sumo smiled. Although most of the time the storage module is much more reliable and convenient than the space provided by the game, the cost of the storage module is destined to be beyond the reach of ordinary survivors.

Now that the storage space has returned, it is also a great reinforcement for mankind, and it is a situation that he is happy to see.

It is better to choose a day than to hit it.

That evening.

Sumo immediately used the teleportation included with the game, traveled thousands of kilometers back to the underground city, and secretly summoned Qiao Yuansheng, Su Deben, Feng Tianmin, Chen Shen and other high-ranking officials in the territory.

Just like in the future ruins, he disappeared for half a year, and the territory began to panic and look for traces of him.

This time, in just half a month, these people in the territory have never been worried once.

Presumably in their opinion, if there is danger in the wasteland and Soma can be eliminated, then the earth players should probably leave.

"Thirty-two games, thirty-two civilizations, thousands of trillions of human players have come one after another. There is always a shortage of people with amazing talents and great ambitions. But even so, not a single civilization can pass.

The test of the game.”

"Now, we finally have the opportunity to end all this."

Sumo sat at the head of the table and looked around at the team he had built.

It's not luxurious, and it doesn't have any decisive talent.

Everyone was tanned and looked similar to the miners who had just come out of the mine.

Especially Chen Shen, who is more than ten years older than when Su Mo first met.

Now, if he says he is 40-50 years old, some people may believe him.

Not to mention that these people are not comparable to the civilizations that have participated in the game thirty-two times in the past, even compared to the Yusanjia territory in terms of talent, Tianyuan is not as good as it is.

However, does this matter?

If a group of geniuses come together, they can solve the problems presented by the game.

Then there would not have been the first thirty-two times, and there would have been no human beings on earth to participate in this cruel game.

"Although I haven't been able to see the fall of every previous civilization, our civilization"

Su Deben sighed solemnly: "This moment has finally come, much earlier than I thought!"

It's not just too early.

When they were dug out by Somo, even if the group made the most optimistic estimate, they could only come up with a minimum guarantee of ten years.

In their view, it will be ten years before humanity on earth has any chance of reaching this stage.

However, time and destiny dictated that this day only took a little over a year.

It's almost time for Su Deben to train a tiger and wolf army, and the battle to determine the outcome is about to begin!
Chapter completed!