The world was quiet for a few seconds.

It seemed as if even the ultimate level was caught off guard by these guys who rushed in and needed to ease.

The consultant room was even more suffocating silence. Except for 9/10, every pair of eyes looked at 8/10 indescribable, as if asking - are you sure your level is called the fast kill, not the fast level?!

He was still sitting firmly on 9/10. Judging from his back, the battle situation on 8/10 did not seem to have any impact on him.

But it's just about the back.

If anyone comes to the bar at this time, he will find that the 9/10, which has always been silent, has frowned so that no matter how low the knitted hat is, it cannot be covered, which makes him look deep and melancholy.

9/10 Today I came here to see the holy battlefield and arrived at the consultant room half an hour in advance. It was purely a habit - he liked to leave more time for himself in everything so that he could control the rhythm more calmly.

But since I came, I also scanned the entire process of 8/10.

Then now, his mood was as good as his brows, full of knotted confusion.

Most passers-by who have the ability to enter the holy battlefield have a certain unique temperament, otherwise it would not be possible to stand out through layers of screening. I am used to this 9/10 understanding.

But the reason why such people are special is that they are rare, and packing twenty-two at one time is too confusing.

How much effort does it take to dig out so many guys with incredible temperament and incredible directions from the vast passers-by to get together?

The probability of success is lower than that of all employees passing 8/10, right??

"Welcome to the 9/10 holy battlefield~"

The unique mechanical sound of the owl system sounded over the arena, bringing back the attention in front of the projection screen, and also causing the partners in the battlefield to look up subconsciously.

In fact, there was nothing on it, just a light blue sky washed like water.

"The strongest passerby is qualified to step into this place, so I want to give you a reward..."

The little owl's voice sounded more hilarious, cheerful, and more worthy of beating than ever.

"This reward is - there is no 10/10. Congratulations on you've reached the last level, the ultimate level!"

All twenty-two partners were stunned.

Although they got information from Shi Fangze, they never thought that the owl system would provide "official certification". They had their trump card before they could pass the level. What is this operation?

"Are you very surprised? Are you very excited? You can go home after passing this level~~So——" The mechanical voice was long and suddenly exerted force, "Get the war with all your might!"

Inspiring encouragement resounded over the holy battlefield, and the little owl successfully retreated.

The friends are already as bright as a mirror. Surprise? Exciting? This is the last moment when they have to use the bait to "go home" to incite another wave to stimulate their greatest combat power and enhance entertainment for the guests in the arena.

"bite--"

The level rules are almost stacked with the tail sound of the little owl.

: In the arena, your opponent is waiting. Rush in and kill him and you will get the final victory!

The friends only glanced at their arms, too lazy to look closely, so they looked up coldly and looked around the arena.

Sure enough, four temples can be vaguely seen a little far behind the arena.

The two are obliquely behind the left and the two are obliquely behind the right. If there are indeed seven temples as Shi Fangze said, it is estimated that they should be surrounded by a semi-arc behind the arena, so the three temples in the middle are blocked by the arena.

Huo Xu was not responsible for the temple, and he did not need to observe the terrain. After reading the rule information in his mind, he was the first to leave the column and head to the arena.

He didn't hesitate or say a word, like a silent but fearless little beast, with a rebellious and lonely back.

Suddenly someone called his name from behind.

Huo Xu, who was left with only the arena in his eyes, was upset by the sound of disturbance. What he needed now was to move forward rather than look back.

But he stopped and turned around with some discomfort: "I know, you can't kill people impulsively, and passion is forbidden..."

The word "guan" is drowned in a warm embrace.

Tang Lin took action first, and then Zheng Luozhu followed, and the fatter heavier heavier heavier heavier.

"be safe."

"Don't die!"

"The tactics are dead and the people are alive. If you really can't beat them, run to the temple. You know--"

Huo Xu was almost tortured by these three people and couldn't tell who said it. He finally broke free from the collective embrace of the too intimate group, and was quickly rubbed by the singer Nan's hair.

Then Mr. Fan nodded slightly and settled: "Go."

Huo Xu: "..."

Before the war started, he was killed by these guys first!

No, more than half!

He turned back to his body with anger, and Huo Xu was no longer nostalgic and moved forward at a rapid speed.

Senior Xi murmured quietly: "I seem to see him laughing."

The skeleton bride next to her immediately "shush": "Leave some face to the child."

The people guarding the gate before the screen projection were still thinking that the noble guest.999 in the arena, no matter how strong his personal ability is, he will be insulted by many stationery trees. It is even likely that there will be many misfortunes. After all, no one knows what kind of mixed tricks these guys have.

It is not scary to take a different sword. What is scary is that all the twenty-two swords are taking a different sword, and none of them are serious.

However, the next battlefield direction shocked everyone in the consultant room, including 9/10.

Among the group of passers-by, Huo Xu entered the arena, and the remaining twenty-one went around behind the arena, and quickly divided into seven teams, and plunged into the seven temples without hesitation, leaving only Shi Fangze and Nange in place - backing on the main battlefield, looking at the Seven Temples.

"What kind of tactic is this?" Pann scratched his head in confusion. "I'm afraid the team will be destroyed, so I sent someone to explore the strength first?"

Vader felt that it was wrong: "If you really want to explore the bottom of the arena, the others can just wait outside, why should you go around the back?"

Paine obviously heard Vader's voiceover and was stunned: "Can it be..."

He didn't say the following words, and Sobeck was even more confused by them: "Is it 'what'? Is there anything special in these temples?"

Everyone looked at each other and was silent for a moment.

This is actually not a secret. Many people in the trial area know that it is not just them. But the above has been low-key in the face of this, and almost no one mentioned this on the surface. Moreover, Porias is still here. If you really want to talk, he, the 9/10 official, should reveal that it is not appropriate for others to talk too much.

Seeing that everyone was not talking, Sobeck was a little over the story, hesitantly glanced at the back of 9/10, but he didn't dare to disturb this colleague who was difficult to get along with at first sight.

Unexpectedly, on 9/10, he took the initiative to speak: "The recycling room is in the temple."

Sobeck blinked in ignorance: "What's the recycling room...?"

9/10 finally turned around and his unhappy eyes shot straight at him: "You are a gatekeeper, don't even know about the recycling room?"

Although it was a question, it was clearly harsh criticism.

Sobeck felt wronged. He didn't take the initiative to ask him, but he insisted on answering, but he blamed him for not understanding it if he didn't answer comprehensively.

After looking at him for a while on 9/10, he suddenly asked, "Which level did you guard?"

Sobeck quickly replied: "4/10."

9/10 reviewed the only few encounters between me and the 4/10 guardian, and confirmed that they were incompatible with the one in front of me: "A new one?"

Sobeck: "It's been more than half a year."

9/10: “Where was it before?”

Sobeck: "Logistics Operations Department."

9/10: "Responsible for management?"

Sobeck: “Responsible for baking.”

9/10: “…”

Very well, his new colleague is a baker.

Keep your mood stable, 9/10 brief explanation: "The recycling room is the place where the bodies of the dead passers-by will be recycled here for concentrated repair and then become an energy petri dish. Do you understand?"

Sobeck stared at him blankly, and he understood, but it took time to digest it.

He thought that the passerby would die, because even if he used the K-star energy to repair and resurrect these people, he would not be able to awaken the stationery tree of these people again. But Sobek did not expect that these people would be used to extract the final value in this way.

This is a favorable thing for K-star. From the standpoint of the K-star people, they should agree with each other.

Can……

Sobeck looked at the screen projection in a daze, looking at the faces on the battlefield that had been familiar with by watching. When he thought that these people might also become "living corpses" whose energy was continuously extracted, he felt a little depressed for no reason.

"They can't know about the recycling room." After answering Sobeck, he turned his eyes to his screen on 9/10, leaving the guards with a cold back of "you think too much".

Paine and Vader exchanged glances, then looked at other colleagues together, their eyes flashing - do you think we were thinking too much?

Shiv, Demos, Charon, 5/10, 6/10, 7/10, 8/10, shaking his head slowly, shaking neatly and firmly.

Normally, it is absolutely impossible for a passerby to know such a secret.

But now, none of the twenty-two in 9/10 looks normal.

Gladiator arena.

The moment Huo Xu stepped in, he seemed to hear the shouts of mountains and tsunamis in his ears, like a high stand surrounding the circling was filled with audiences, and they were waiting excitedly for the gladiators below to start fighting.

However, a gust of wind passed and the sound dissipated again.
To be continued...