After quenching his cigarette addiction, he sighed comfortably. When he turned around and saw Sheyan, he stood up and walked towards Sheyan without even putting on his oxygen mask.
Previously, when he removed his oxygen mask, Sheyan could already see that this guy was a baldy with a ferocious appearance. A dark red scar extended from his left forehead to his left lip. Although the scar had already healed, the rough and protruding skin and flesh could still be seen. One could imagine the viciousness of that slash in the past.
Naturally, under that vicious slash, his left eye was definitely not preserved. His eyeball had definitely been slashed by the saber, as black, white and red fluid flowed out. But at present, his left eye was glowing brilliantly, obviously it had undergone the restoration of the nightmare realm. The scarred bald man glanced at Sheyan, sizing him up. His tone was amiable, without any arrogance.
"Hey brother, what's the matter? This north exit has already been booked by our Illume-union. "
"Illume-union … … …!!!" These three words rapidly flashed through Sheyan's mind, he immediately recalled the information Reef provided.
"… … .that was the second time my party had clashed with the Illume-union!"
"Damn it, doesn't that mean that Bowen who was killed by me in the Pirates of the Caribbean is one of these people?"
"One of them even said that he wanted to keep my skull as a collector's item."
"The core of this party, seems to be a woman named Zi! She specializes in controlling the Force of Star Wars! "
"This party is obviously similar to the Banks Syndicate. They have a relatively unified organization, and a strict system. Even their actions are decided through a joint conference … …"
This series of information rapidly flowed through Sheyan's mind. One must understand, this world was a free world. Although killing people would earn him killing points, it could also grant him benefits. If this group of people were to discover his identity as no.1018, then they would definitely be more than happy to annihilate him into nothingness.
To the current Sheyan, he was still far from reaching the realm of 1 vs 10. Therefore, based on the current situation, it was best for him to flee quickly. However, his current perceptive sense was as high as 28 points, it would be difficult for others to suppress his perceptive sense.
In addition, the "Lasso Pulse Jammer" on his helmet could also interfere with the enemy's detection, and it had priority! Therefore, unless one encountered a Reserve-duty Growth-Hunter, the chances of being identified as contestant no.1018 was very small. Even if one encountered a Reserve-duty Growth-Hunter, but considering that the world had just begun, there shouldn't be anyone who would be crazy enough to use such a big move. One must know, this big move could only be used four times before it had to be challenged.
Many thoughts flashed through Sheyan's mind, but in the eyes of others, he was only stunned. It was a normal reaction to meeting a stranger, so it wasn't strange at all. Faced with the bald scarred man's question, he immediately smiled in a manner that was neither servile nor overbearing.
"I'm Seaman, how are you? Let me guess, your group needs some extra help, for example a free and powerful buff?"
The bald scarred man suddenly laughed heartily. He turned his head and spoke to a thin man with a pale complexion, wearing a black mage robe and holding a magic staff.
"Ah ha, my dear Maude, and my adorable Fria, someone is here to snatch your business."
The Illume-union was a complete and formidable group, naturally they would nurture their own support class. Dead souls user Maude was one of them. His right hand under his mage robe would forever have a rotten flesh scar. The ability he learned was called 'Rotten Curse'. When unleashed on an enemy, it would reduce their physical or magical defence by 10%, and simultaneously inflict a continuous stinging injury.
But when he unleashed the curse on himself, it would cause his MP to explode, absorbing the dead souls energy from the ground and dissipating it into the surroundings. Every attack of his allies would be imbued with the power of darkness, and the damage would be 6% -10%. Because the power of darkness was actually elemental damage, only certain creatures would have resistance to darkness. Therefore, the damage he dealt to his allies would be at least 12% -13%.
Fria was a sniper, he and Sheyan were both different methods to achieve the same result. Strictly speaking, in terms of attack power, Fria was inferior to the previous Qiaoer by a large margin. However, he had met with the favour of the god of luck, and obtained a rank 4 innate skill tree ability, which had been upgraded to rank 3.
This innate skill tree ability was called 'Accuracy'. To Fria, in combat state, every 2 seconds of aiming time on the same target would increase his accuracy by 3% and explosive strike rate by 2%. Under stacking, explosive strike rate would not exceed 20%.
As for Fria's allies, every successful attack of Fria's would result in an area of effect shockwave. His allies would have their accuracy increased by 1% and explosive strike rate increased by 1%. Currently, it was unable to be stacked.
These two contestants could be considered as both combatants and supports. Furthermore, they would be rather outstanding in the future. Currently speaking, the Symbiosis sect was rather satisfactory to them.
But why would the bald scarred man suddenly speak of 'snatching business'? That was because of the rules of the realm – Sheyan wasn't a member of their party. Therefore, if a member of the Symbiosis sect received Sheyan's blessing, then the realm would automatically allocate the additional battle contribution points to him. As for Morda and Fria, they naturally wouldn't be able to receive any.
Bluntly speaking, benefits could coexist, but only one party could reap the benefits.
In reality, this was a form of protection set up by the realm. Compared to an individual, the party would naturally be the stronger party. The purpose of this was to protect the interests of the weaker party. Secondly, it was to encourage the party to take the initiative to recruit support type talents.
Morda and Fria were both prideful individuals. After hearing the bald scar-faced brute's words, they didn't even bother replying. One of them didn't even shift his gaze away from the scope, as though completely ignoring Sheyan's existence. The other had a gloomy expression as he scrutinized his own staff, as though it wasn't a staff but a naked beauty. His disdain towards Sheyan was obvious.
Instead, a burly man with disheveled hair and strangely long arms snorted from his nostrils, waving his hand and saying.
"Archeaphill, you're always so long-winded. Hurry up and get him to scram. In the previous world, I met an idiot who bragged about his own support abilities. In the end, he actually took out a trash item that only had a + 3% HP recovery speed to embarrass himself! Our party has nurtured our own valiant support members, there's no share for you. " “
Sheyan raised his eyelids, his heart stirred. This brat's voice sounded familiar, it sounded like that brat who solemnly vowed to collect his skull as a souvenir. At present, this brat was casually sitting on a grassy slope, beside him was a gigantic saber with black rays revolving around it. The surface of the gigantic saber was dull and lusterless, but it was like a boiling pot, occasionally emitting black fumes.
"Sable, I really should've let that viperwolf rip apart your damned mouth!" That bald scarred man Archeaphill scolded with a smile. Following that, he turned his head and shrugged his shoulders at Sheyan.
"I'm sorry brother, looks like you have to find a new place to work."
Sheyan noticed that this Archeaphill should be the MT of the Symbiosis sect. Ever since he started smoking, he didn't wear an oxygen mask. Until now, it had been at least 2 minutes, yet he was still brimming with vitality. Not only that, the others weren't surprised at all.
This was enough to show that this brat's resistance towards abnormal conditions had already reached a terrifying level. Either he had his own 'Monstrous fighting spirit', or his innate talent was extremely valiant! If a contestant who specialized in magic attacks were to face him, then it would definitely be a headache!
Hearing Archeaphill's eviction order, Sheyan couldn't wait to hear those words for a long time. He was a person with a guilty conscience, and immediately turned to leave. But at this moment, his pupils contracted. A formidable threat shockingly transmitted over from the skies. His perceptive sense that far exceeded the others, had already started warning him by a few tenths of a second!
Sheyan raised his head, only to see 7-8 tiny dots charging out from the funnel shaped white clouds in the sky. Even the cotton wadding of the clouds dispersed. In just 5-6 seconds, they carried with them a violent gale and an indescribable terrifying roar, as they pounced towards the ground!
At first glance, these uninvited guests looked somewhat similar to the pterosaurs on Earth, but their skin was patterned like that of a lizard. Their wide and flat wings were covered with translucent membranes, and they relied on the membranes covering their bones to fly. They looked like a fat and sturdy bat, but also like a fish swimming leisurely in the ocean. The most eye-catching feature was their mouths. Their lower jaws protruded at least 7-8 cm, and their mouths were filled with razor-sharp teeth.
These flying beasts were of different sizes. As they flew closer, they could see that an adult wingspan had a wingspan of 12 metres! Even the smallest wingspan was 7-8 metres. This was the Mountain Banshee Pterosaur (also known as the Western Banshee Pterosaur) of planet Pandora. Their name originated from their signature roar, similar to the tragic wail of banshee – the banshee of Ireland legends. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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