To ordinary people, Ansorenne was a nightmare that they would never wake up from.
No matter where they went, the demonic mist would always be above their heads. Everything they saw was the same darkness and the unknown. If they were slightly distracted, they wouldn't even know which direction they came from.
Lost? It should be that there was no path at all.
Of course, there were also methods of moving around the demonic mist. The most common method was the floating battleship above the demonic mist. However, the cost of building a ship in Ansorenne and the amount of technology required was definitely not something that the New God Church could afford.
Every new descender, unless they were a superstar from a super faction, would have to suffer both psychological and physical torment in the wilderness.
They lacked supplies, faced endless darkness, didn't know where they would be tomorrow, and didn't even know where they were right now. They didn't even know if there were dangerous hunters eyeing them.
The worst part was the feeling of loneliness when one's companions were dozens of meters away, but it was as if they were in another world.
You would always be alone and could only save yourself when faced with an attack. However, Ansorenne was a hell filled with danger. This feeling of loneliness and helplessness would accompany you forever. Psychological flaws would ultimately lead to the destruction of the weak.
There was always a limit to manpower. Nobody could do everything smoothly. Once they encountered a setback, the demonic mist would obstruct the senses of the Gods and companions. They could only survive independently in the wilderness. Going missing didn't necessarily mean death. More than half of the veterans had experienced wandering outside for more than half a year before finding their way home.
Even for those descenders who had passed the psychological test, they had all sorts of psychological problems during the long training. Many freaks and perverts had appeared.
Some people liked to play pranks and tell jokes. They would take advantage of any time they had with their companions to play all sorts of pranks and jokes. They were as crazy as clowns.
Some people liked to read. It was very common for them to bring entertainment into the demonic armor. It seemed like a waste of time, but only the descenders themselves knew how harmless the so-called Armored Dwellers were compared to other people.
The most common, and also the most disgusting, was that they used slaughter to vent their stress.
However, one had to admit that this method of venting one's uneasiness and misfortune on others was indeed very effective in reducing stress.
However, the ones who degenerated into homicidal maniacs and self-destructed were usually this group of people.
A bastard who didn't take other people's lives and happiness seriously was bound to have someone who didn't take his life and happiness seriously.
Some people seemed normal and didn't change at all from Aishi, as if they didn't care about the pressure at all … But to the veterans, such people were dangerous. They put the pressure into a bag, but didn't let it out.
When the bag finally exploded one day, there would be no stopping it.
Some people were addicted to pay-to-win mobile games and drawing chests. They used endless drawing chests to vent their stress … At least, that was what she said. Hmm, what a reasonable reason to be addicted.
However, slapping was the most dangerous way to vent! You'll go bankrupt, you bastard!
Aishi's experts might not necessarily be experts in Ansorenne. Countless "geniuses" and "heroes" who were thought highly of were crippled here with strong talents and abilities. Thirty percent of the reason was external and seventy percent of the reason was internal.
As for the experts who had been polished by Ansorenne, if they did not lose their conscience, their future would be limitless no matter which world they were in.
Of course, the prerequisite was that they had to survive half a year as a newbie. Those who didn't survive would have no human rights.
Losing one's way was often at their weakest. Even if they had personal bodyguards, their survival rate would still be less than fifty percent. During this process, other people wouldn't be able to help them much.
Most churches' veteran descenders wouldn't have too much contact with newbies, so as to avoid being sad for nothing.
But perhaps for the Game Church, which also belonged to the New God's Church, the situation would change.
Perhaps from today onwards, newbies would have a much higher survival rate, and veteran descenders would feel much more at ease. They wouldn't have to worry about the distortion caused by too much pressure.
"How is it? Is the signal stable? "
"It's stable! It's about the same as in the divine realm. I can use my faith system, and I can even use Divine Grace. How about I draw one right now for you to see? "
"… It's fine as long as it's stable. Forget about drawing one; we all believe in you. You've long since run out of money, so we won't lend it to you. "
In his magical armor, Rorschach ended his conversation with Isabella, but he was also moved by these people's wonderful ideas.
The four-person expedition plan was a tactical plan developed based on Rorschach's natural talent ability.
Under normal circumstances, when a descender completed a mission, the magical mist would cut off all communication with the outside world. However, Rorschach's natural talent ability allowed him to communicate with the divine realm and True Gods at any time.
This was a fact that had already been verified. Without those veteran descenders' "online video guidance", Rorschach wouldn't have been able to complete his thousand-mile pursuit.
However, someone suggested that perhaps this wasn't Rorschach's natural talent ability's limit.
"If Rorschach is a satellite antenna that can ignore interference, then the signal he receives can be shared with other users around him. Perhaps we can communicate with each other online as a team."
The principle was quite simple. Rorschach's ability to ignore the magical mist allowed him to establish communication with the descenders around him, as well as with the divine realm.
With him as a bridge, the other descenders could also communicate with the divine realm and receive direct support.
In the past, the descenders liked to fight alone, not only because they were short of manpower, but also because even if they formed a team, they would be separated from each other if they were slightly separated. There was no need to talk about teamwork, so it was quite possible for them to accidentally injure each other.
A descender with the divine realm and Main God's support was completely different from being a lone wolf.
When the descenders could ignore the magical mist and cooperate as a team, it would be like a group of armed men beating up a blind man. Just thinking about it was terrifying.
"Even if Rorschach can't learn magic in his lifetime, as long as he can retain this ability, it's worth it. For such a strategic ability, sacrificing an individual's combat strength is too worthwhile. "
Not long ago, the experts had given such an opinion and mercilessly rejected Rorschach's request for help.
This was the truth behind the four-person expedition plan that was mentioned at that time.
The four-person team was also the most optimal configuration that the tactical experts had come up with. There were too many reasons involved, so it wouldn't be discussed for the time being.
Due to the lack of manpower, the descenders would always be incomplete, and everyone would have to be present at the same time to fine-tune the connection to the faith system. This had always been stuck in the plan.
The most troublesome part was that "hunters" had recently appeared around the divine realm. It was obvious who their targets were.
Lori had always been afraid to let Rorschach go too far away. Due to many factors, this combat plan had always been stuck in practice.
Now that there was a real combat plan, there were too many people, and the conditions were perfect. Naturally, she would bring out her backup ace to try it out.
"… The maximum distance is about 370 meters, but the best distance should be within 200 meters. Alright, this will work. "
Even Su Nanna, who had always been cold, was now sounding excited.
In the faith system, all the small windows lit up. There were suppressed laughter, cheers, applause, and popping of champagne bottles … This last one was truly too much.
Suddenly, all the small windows went blank. The furthest ones even disappeared.
"What's going on? Is the signal unstable? That can't be right. I'm standing right next to you. "
Su Nanna was rather astonished. Meanwhile, Rorschach checked the system and started cursing.
"… Isabella, give me some bandwidth to try playing the game again!?"
"Bastard! You should understand the situation. "
"Idiot Shire, can't you take care of your sister? She's already gone to heaven. "
[For intentionally slacking off at work, Isabella will deduct 300 yuan of your monthly allowance for next month. If you do it again, I'll deduct 1000 yuan.]
Why was she deducting next month's allowance? Alright then, everyone understood.
Isabella was still being unreliable. She finally angered everyone. However, she also seemed to have received a tremendous amount of resentment as she angrily roared.
"Don't accuse me. I didn't log into the game. I still have common sense. I was just downloading a new anime from the divine realm headquarters …"
This is your common sense? Everyone's angry glares forced her to swallow her explanation.
"… I was just helping you test your limit. Yep, limit."
Rorschach directly cut off Isabella's connection. All the windows instantly returned to normal.
Meanwhile, Rorschach glanced at the figure on his magical armor's shoulder.
Ever since he came out, he hadn't stopped being vigilant, even though there was such a trustworthy senior around him.
In a way, he really needed to thank Rorschach for coming here.
If it weren't for Rorschach drawing the descending human form, the Game Church probably wouldn't have given him another slot so quickly.
And if it weren't for the special situation this time, in order to protect "strategic logistics" Rorschach's safety, the Game Church probably wouldn't have given the new slot originally reserved for logistics to a pure combat member.
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