War is not a joke, especially this large-scale battlefield like a meat grinder, which is far more dangerous than ordinary battles.

The number and uncertain factors of enemies are completely unpredictable on the battlefield, and the role of personal power will be infinitely reduced throughout the entire battle.

Whether or not you can survive in such a battlefield for three hours is a big test for ordinary players.

When ordinary players were trembling and thinking about how to survive for three hours in such a fierce battlefield, the high-playing cancer patient Riel thought about: How to make the three hours in this small copy as interesting as possible.

The roosters often peck at each other and I get extremely fierce, while the fight between masters is often just a momentary matter.

Unlike all the soldiers of all races who roared loudly on the battlefield and had exaggerated appearance, this man with a rough face is different from his appearance and is meticulous and calm.

He always waved the chainsaw sword silently and cut at the enemy's neck efficiently and coldly.

All kinds of fierce enemies were just a bunch of extra pieces of flesh that were burdened with movements, plus a neck that was about to be broken.

Every time he takes action, he can always kill with one precise and effective blow and cut off a head.

Relying on the prediction ability of [Extreme Meme] and with the excess attribute value after entering the dungeon, Riel easily completed dozens of exquisite kills.

During the repeated killings, Riel has studied the basic attack modes and action tendencies of various types of enemies.

Although these humanoid monsters generally outperform ordinary humans in basic physical and strength data, their combat skills are obviously weaker than those of well-trained warriors among humans because of their low mental attributes and limited intellectual development.

Even if Riel didn't deliberately use [Extreme Meme] to analyze and predict, in his eyes, the enemy's actions were no different from the enemy's unchanging preset actions in the game console that he had played ten thousand times. How to avoid them has almost been engraved in DNA.

Dodge the opponent's attack and then slash at the position below the head above the torso, and you can leave a headless corpse on the battlefield.

Even the most brave tauren is hard to escape the fate of killing with one blow under Riel's chainsaw sword.

Although there are constant enemies on the battlefield, the friendly forces of the imperial camp are also one after another.

The difficulty of this battlefield dungeon can be limited to [normal]. In addition to the NPC played by the player who is the elite of the Imperial Army, these powerful mechanized comrades are even more critical.

Even if a player who is not particularly good at fighting, he can spend a lot of time as long as he keeps dodging the enemy's attacks and pulls to corners with more imperial troops.

By wandering back and forth between enemies and us, Riel kept the battle at a rhythm where physical strength could be restored continuously.

After all, no matter when, physical strength is always the number one enemy that limits Riel's battle.

If this game does not have a physical strength setting, Riel is now probably able to perform chainsaws and cut grass on the battlefield...

It seems that because Riel is using an NPC template at this moment, he cannot directly gain experience from various behaviors.

From this we can see that NPC and players are completely different species.

This battle without feedback mechanism quickly made Riel bored.

This is the first difficulty he encountered in this dungeon - how to find fun outside of battle.

But this high-playing cancer patient quickly found a way to treat himself.

He began to study the physiological characteristics of various strange races on the battlefield...

After several rounds of cutting down the various species on the entire battlefield, the Taurus had the highest biological level and the strongest combat power.

But from an intellectual level, the brain power of these muscle monsters is actually the lowest among all races.

Their fighting style is often very rough, and they do not have decent moves at all. They almost just rely on their strong bodies to smash heavy weapons.

After anatomical analysis of physiology and anatomy, Riel found that the Taurus's brain was particularly small, probably the size of an apple.

Moreover, the bigger the body and the stronger the muscles, the smaller the brain.

This strange phenomenon caused Riel's speculation.

[What's going on? This growth pattern is completely incompatible with traditional physiology. Is it said that there is some mechanism that can lead to brain atrophy through the growth of physical muscles and negative feedback...]

Just as Riel had this idea, a message popped up from his mind.

【Touching the Secret of the World 【Faith Trap】

[Beware that your behavior has attracted the attention of someone else]

A faith trap?

Riel was instantly attracted by the triggered information.

[Interestingly, it actually attracted the attention of a certain existence, does it believe in it...]

With this information, Riel probably understood the intellectual problems of the Taurus, and it was probably a trick created by some thing they believed in.

This kind of thing can be understood as equivalent exchange or as a conspiracy created by an existence to control the source of faith.

Among all the races in the Eastern Wastelands, the Taurus is the most believed in the God of Nature. In return, the God of Nature has given them the strongest body and the potential for infinite breakthroughs in battle.

Those giant taurens four or five meters high are the tauren elites who break through the original biological level through countless battles.

It can be said that the Taurus is the most favored by the gods of nature among this wilderness race.

Faith is the source of their power. At the cost, they actually pay IQ tax and can only rely on pure wildness to fight.

And this wildness is exactly what the god of nature needs.

This is an era of God and faith, a version of God's followers rampant in the world.

This time, the oracle brought down by the god of nature was an oracle that was usually scattered in tribal forms in the form of a coalition forces to form an army to fight against the eastern expedition of the empire.

After all, if the Horus Neson Empire was allowed to successfully pioneer and occupy a large tract of land in the eastern wasteland, the impact on this god of nature would be immeasurable.

However, judging from the spiritual attributes of Fred's sledge to increase positive growth based on the biological level, in the current game version, the ancient existence has either long been destroyed or completely declining, and its magic power has a great influence as before.

This can be regarded as a true version of the gods. In the current version, technology has replaced the gods in the traditional sense and has ascended the throne of the gods...
Chapter completed!