Chapter 36: "Mechanical Race player has used Sky Eye Pursuit Order on you."

"Armor-piercing Bullet?"

Scar Dog paused for a moment and couldn't help but grin: "What luck! This will come in handy."

"I'm really curious if that eggshell in City 18 can withstand this."

"But where are we going to find the other four."

"There's no explanation. Are we supposed to search aimlessly in the wilderness like headless flies?"

"Well, it's not that it's impossible..."

Scar Dog glanced at the horizon with a slight headache: "But there are no prominent landmarks in the wilderness, and without GPS, it would be difficult for us to return to our original direction by just relying on the recognition of the sun."

It's true that you can determine the general direction by observing celestial phenomena

But exact positioning is not possible by just observing celestial phenomena, it's nonsense.

Kerr Cowell narrowed his eyes and put the fragment in his arms, looking at the place where the light column was.

Even though this fragment is indeed powerful, they picked up other items in the wilderness that were also not much different. Those items didn't have any yellow light column to guide them.

Having one item guided by a yellow light column couldn't be just a useless fragment, right?

Sure enough.

He saw a token corner buried in the soil under the yellow light column.

It was hard to spot the earth-yellow token in the surrounding yellow soil and sand.

It must have been buried there due to frequent sandstorms in the wilderness.

"This is the real deal!"

Kerr Cowell's mouth curled slightly, and he immediately pulled out the token, held it in his hand and started weighing it.

A common token design.

The front side has the word 'war' written on it, and the back is blank.

As the token was pulled out, the yellow light column disappeared.

It seemed that the token was the true object directed by the yellow light column, and the Armor-piercing Bullet fragment happened to be on top of it.

They had just bombarded this area with artillery.

However, besides the surrounding craters, there were no signs of being bombed at the place covered by the light column, not even a trace of dust being blown away.

At this moment—

The introduction of this token also popped up in front of him.

"Item Name": War Participation Token.

"Item Level": Ungraded.

"Item Introduction": This is a small-scale battle token for a race competition.

During the event, all races holding this token can participate in the competition.

Each race is limited to two participants.

The participants will enter a vast wilderness filled with numerous Mutated Beasts.

Participation time: five minutes.

The participant who kills the most Mutated Beasts in five minutes will bring victory to their race and receive additional rewards for the entire race.

The top ten will receive different rewards.

"Item Time Limit": 38 hours before the event starts.

"Item Introduction": Of course, you can also give this token to a same-race player you trust more to fight for your race's glory instead of yourself.

"War Participation Token?"

Kerr Cowell frowned slightly, weighing the token in his hand thoughtfully without speaking.

On the other hand, Scar Dog couldn't help but grin again: "Isn't this called a triple blessing? Or even more?"

"Who can beat us with our current firepower?"

"That's a bit idealistic."

Kerr Cowell shook his head: "It's not just us who have firepower civilizations, but also the Mechanical Race."

"There are only two ways to obtain items in the wilderness."

"One is to kill Mutated Beasts, and the other is the Mechanical Race."

"The Mechanical Race... can make their own items, although I don't know if this is a racial talent or something else."

"But the Mechanical Race, being able to survive from the last Battle of All Races, is enough to prove everything. In terms of firepower, they should be even stronger."

"So I've always felt that the kill count of the Mechanical Race on the Racial Kill Rankings should be somewhat inflated."

"Because, as the only race to retain a civilized system for the competition, if I were a member of the Mechanical Race, I would activate all weapons of mass destruction the moment other races descended."

"With a surprise bombardment, 80% of the surviving forces of other races might be wiped out, even total extinction is not impossible!"

"But the Mechanical Race... didn't do that."

"When humans arrived, they only sent a large number of soldiers, armored vehicles and tanks to slaughter the Human Race, not even using missiles, which is obviously unreasonable."

"Um... maybe they limited the Mechanical Race's technology tree for the sake of fairness?"

"It's possible, but I'm not sure."

Kerr Cowell shook his head, pondered for a moment, and then put the token in his arms, "I'm definitely going to participate in this event."

"But I need to prepare a bit."

Then he looked at his Merit Value.

1234 Merit Value.

Killing one Alien Race gamer earns one merit value.

And he killed 1234 Alien Race gamers, having 1234 merit values.

Just as he was about to open the merit value store to see what this amount of merit value could buy, he suddenly heard a hoarse mechanical prompt sound in his ear.

"Ding."

"Mechanical Race gamer Glenn Fleming has used a second-grade item, Sky Eye Pursuit Order on you."

"In six hours, your current location will be synchronized on the opponent's panel in real-time."

"Lasting 24 hours."

"But if you don't die within these 24 hours, Mechanical Race gamer Glenn Fleming will die."

"Run for your life!"

"Enjoy the thrilling tension brought by the surging adrenaline at the edge of life!"

Upon hearing this prompt sound, Kerr Cowell's face darkened instantly.

"What's wrong, Mr. Jacob?"

Scar Dog, who found out what had happened, was first stunned and then frowned, "Is it the Mechanical Race of City 18? How would they know we bombed them?"

"We didn't leave any information."

"Racial Kill Rankings."

Kerr Cowell said calmly.

Scar Dog immediately understood, and couldn't help but curse, "It could be like that?"

No wonder, it hardly required any guessing for the Mechanical Race.

The moment City 18 was bombed, the next second, Human Player Carl Jacob topped the list, even a fool could see it.

"So, should we run?"

"As long as we can escape for 24 hours, the player who used the Pursuit Order will die."

"Running isn't a solution."

Cowell turned to look at the wilderness, "Since they can get our location in real-time, they might not send a team to hunt us down. The greater possibility is that they will directly use a large-scale weapon like a missile to bombard our locations in real-time."

"The Mechanical Race hasn't used missiles, perhaps not because they can't, but the restrictions are too great."

"Assuming the worst case, if the opponent can and decides to use missiles, then no matter how far we run, there's no escape."

"Get fully prepared within six hours and strike them when City 18 hasn't reacted yet."

"Especially finding out where the possible missile silos are, and eliminate all worst-case possibilities."

"Time is running out, we need to hurry."