Half a minute later, there were a few more footsteps beside him, all of them were combat psykers in elaborate attire. The leading man among them squatted down, stretched out his hand and pressed on the "ghost", and sighed:

"Half of the bones in his body were shortened by the shock. He can't hold on any longer. We have to call for backup."

 Everyone looked at each other, a little frustrated.

 A woman wearing goggles nodded.

According to the rules of the God of War Festival, if there are players in the team who cannot persist, they can of course withdraw directly. However, this will deduct the team points. In addition, if the direct reason for forcing them to withdraw from the game is the attacks of other players, the opponent will also

Will increase the "kill" score.

As soon as he heard this, the "ghost" suddenly became anxious and said loudly: "No, no, madam, sir, don't let me quit, just leave me. It doesn't matter to me, but I can never give it."

That guy adds points!"

The two people he called "Sir" and "Madam" both looked hesitant, but he added: "By the way, I just saw that he has entered the Hongling No. 4 Canyon over there. This is

That's the only chance we have left."

 “Opportunity?” The woman was a little confused.

But before the other party could answer, the seriously injured teammate suddenly picked up his dagger and stabbed himself in the heart. His teammates were all shocked and just wanted to stop him, but it was too late.

Immediately afterwards, at this moment, violent explosions suddenly erupted in the canyon behind him. It was as if his death had detonated something.

 “Brother, what is this?” The woman looked at the leading man, her face gloomy.
Chapter completed!