Chapter 123 Sub-Godlike Weapons

Critical hit?

Tang Xuan glanced at the name notes again.

Note 3: This name has a certain probability of triggering a critical hit, and the critical hit multiplier is randomly between 1 and 9999. The larger the critical hit multiplier, the lower the corresponding probability.

Speaking of luck

Tang Xuan's luck has always been bad. From childhood to adulthood, he has never guessed a multiple-choice question correctly, whether it is multiple choice or single choice, or simply right or wrong judgment.

If a person's luck is conserved, then his luck must have been consumed in some other unknown place.

As long as you guess, you will definitely make mistakes.

So until today, he has a shadow and resistance to making choices, and tries to avoid making choices.

Choose! Choose! Choose!

What is there to choose? Can't we take all of them?

This time, the critical hit of the No. 1 auxiliary character caused tons of damage to the unprepared [Aili]. The darkness in the funeral home quickly faded, and Tang Xuan's field of vision expanded to more than ten meters around.

"Look!"

Tang Xuan heard Wu Liang's surprised shout.

He turned his head and found that the darkness outside the door had also become thinner, and he could vaguely see the scene outside the funeral home. The No. 1 assistant character severely damaged [Aili], so that the dark kingdom shrouding the funeral home began to derail from the funeral home.

This is undoubtedly good news.

Tang Xuan asked Lu Qiqi: "Can I go out?"

"No."

"Still can't get in!"

Two gods wearing black dragon battle suits stood outside the funeral home surrounded by darkness and observed the data displayed on the screen in front of them.

There were two curves on the screen, one blue and one green. The two curves were quite close at this time, but they still did not overlap, which meant that they could not break in with their physical bodies.

One of the two gods was tall and burly, and the other was slender and graceful. They were obviously a man and a woman.

From the outside, the main body of the funeral home had turned into a solemn black and white, and there were many traces of artillery bombardment near it.

Craters, charred and pungent smell of gunpowder

This funeral home originally had eight steps, but now, except for the top four steps that turned black and white, the other four steps have turned into dust.

There are not only two gods here, but also tens of thousands of soldiers who surrounded this place according to the plan. They are spread across the sky and land, surrounded this place in three layers inside and outside, and opened the safety of various types of weapons and equipment, ready to attack at any time.

"People can't get in. Their internal organs are too fragile to withstand the tearing effect when passing through the space layer." The woman thought for a few seconds and said, "High-density materials may be able to do it. We will concentrate the energy together and send Wu Liang's sub-god weapon in. I hope he is still alive."

"Okay, this is the only way."

Her companion agreed.

The officer standing beside them asked: "You two, have you thought of a solution?"

The woman nodded gently: "The secondary space and the main space are superimposed to form a gap space. The equipment that maintains the secondary space may be damaged, so the space wall of the gap space has become much weaker. We can send a weapon in. If our companion is still alive, he should be able to break this gap space."

The officer nodded: "Then I'll leave it to you two! All firepower is in place. As long as the enemy leaves the funeral home, we can launch an offensive."

The woman nodded, without comment.

To be honest, she had some doubts about the combat effectiveness of ordinary people's army, but now was not the time to talk about this. Anyway, whether it was a mule or a horse, we would know it after pulling it out.

She bent down and picked up a simple black briefcase, and walked side by side with another God-favored person to the funeral home. Everyone in the field of vision looked at them nervously, fearing that they would encounter some danger.

At the signal of the chief, several snipers aimed their scopes in their direction, ready to provide fire support.

When the handsome back of the black dragon suit appeared in the scope, the snipers suddenly felt that the sniper rifles in their hands were not so good.

"Has the technology of the Federation's individual combat suit matured?"

"I wonder if we have a share?"

They were envious.

At this time, the two gods had walked step by step to the door of the funeral home. There was no danger in the middle.

The wreckage of the door fell to the ground.

When the door was cut open, they saw it, but they didn't know why.

The two looked inside, and there was darkness on the other side of the door frame, and they couldn't see anything.

They were in a superior-subordinate relationship.

The woman said without question: "You assist me."

The man whispered: "Yes! Lin Wan, special!"

Lin Wan!

That's right, this woman was Lin Wan who came to Ziwei Star to find Tang Xuan after receiving the news of the spacecraft crash.

After the successful crusade of [Magma], in order to promote newcomers and deepen cooperation with the Lin family, Lin Wan was promoted to the new special executive officer, and had the qualifications to lead and train newcomers.

Wu Liang and the other person were her recruited subordinates.

Lin Wan stood at the junction of the edge space of the funeral home and the normal world with a black briefcase in her hand. The black briefcase in her hand was the sub-godhood weapon she just mentioned.

In the crusade against [Magma], the [Magma] kingdom collapsed, and Lu Qiqi thought she was doomed, so she gave the pseudo-godhood unique to their association of 27 people to An Bei. An Bei did not keep it for himself, but handed it over afterwards.

Because the federal leader supported it, there were no twists and turns in the middle, and the pseudo-godhood went directly to Lin's hands.

Lin used his accumulated technology over the years to crack some of the knowledge contained in the pseudo-godhood, and initially learned how to use faith, and used this to create a low-profile version of the pseudo-godhood - the sub-godhood crystal.

The sub-godhood crystal is weaker than the pseudo-godhood in terms of its ability to absorb free faith and its limit faith capacity, but it is similar to the pseudo-godhood in terms of its efficiency in driving faith. After adding faith to it, it can exert a very powerful force.

Due to material problems, the sub-godhood crystal cannot be recognized by blood, so it can only be used indirectly. Combining special materials to create weapons is a form of using sub-godhood crystals.

The production capacity of sub-godhood weapons is low, and only three have been produced so far. Lin Wan's team was the first to equip them. Needless to say, the reason is natural.

Lin Wan said in a deep voice: "Give me all your energy."

The man put his hand on Lin Wan's shoulder to build a simple "bridge" structure, and the energy flowed from his battle suit to Lin Wan's battle suit.

Lin Wan raised the black briefcase.

The endless light blue energy wrapped around the black briefcase. The black briefcase was stimulated and released a faint golden glow to fight against the energy released by Lin Wan. When the concentration of the light blue energy and the brightness of the golden glow reached the peak at the same time, Lin Wan threw the briefcase into the door frame of the funeral home.

Buzz!

The briefcase stopped at the junction for a moment, and then a golden light flashed and disappeared from their sight.

Lin Wan's subordinates were delighted: "Success!"

They were not sure that they could send the sub-god weapon into the gap space, so he was very happy to see the sub-god weapon successfully pass through.

However, Lin Wan, who threw the black briefcase, was stunned on the spot.

"Lin Wan, wait, what's wrong with you?"

Lin Wan's subordinates asked with concern.

Lin Wan came back to her senses: "Nothing."

Her breath was a little disordered and she was a little excited because she saw the scene inside for a moment when the briefcase entered the gap space.

Although she hadn't seen it for a while, she still recognized the face she had been thinking about day and night in an instant.

Tang Xuan!

How could he be in such a dangerous place?

Although she had been in contact with Tang Xuan these days, she didn't know what he was doing.

If she knew that Tang Xuan came to fight the ancient god, she would never buy a fake identity for Tang Xuan and help him sneak out of Lin's research institute.

Lin Wan couldn't help looking into the funeral home, even though she couldn't see anything.

She suddenly felt that Tang Xuan's connection with the ancient god seemed a little too close. Tang Xuan first quietly cracked 800 ancient god characters, and this time he was directly locked up with the ancient god.

There are so many planets in the universe that he didn't go to, but he came to Ziwei Star, and the ancient god of Ziwei Star was revived. Is this just a coincidence?

Sweet love made Lin Wan's IQ drop, but it didn't turn her into a fool.

She still remembered that she and Tang Xuan met an old man playing erhu in Shang'anmen Square before. Tang Xuan sent her away and went up to talk to that person alone, and she recorded a language that was not included.

Later, I took it to a professional language research institute, but the professionals couldn't figure out what language it was.

Lin Wan's eyes were a little worried.

Tang Xuan, Tang Xuan, what secrets are you hiding? It must not be what I thought.

Otherwise,

I, Lin Wan, will be the enemy of the world.