Death Game: Starting as a fraudster, pretending to be a god.

Chapter 1076 The Strongest "Writer"

Lin Yu doesn't like war.

If Lin Yu were to speak for himself, he would hope that there would be no war in the world if possible.

War, like plague and famine, is a disaster that will claim large numbers of lives and cause serious damage. The Book of Revelation in the Bible depicts four horsemen symbolizing the end of the world, one of whom is war. (*There are two widely circulated versions of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, the difference being whether the white horse symbolizes "plague" or "conquest," but the remaining three are the same in both versions: "war.")

But unlike plague and famine, war is entirely caused by the desires of intelligent life. If a war breaks out, although the party that provokes the war is not necessarily unjust, greed and ambition are definitely behind the war.

But although war is a completely "man-made" natural disaster, it is still a "natural disaster" - like plague and famine, it is also like heavenly fire, floods, and cold waves, and has the attribute of "unstoppable".

It is not the greed and ambition of one individual, but the general trend of intelligent life that causes war to continue to occur.

This is especially true in a violent world like Black Marsh.

and so……

When Lin Yu knew that he would be involved in a war in this [copy], he had already given up his mercy.

At this moment, in the fog in the mirror, he had already used the fog's vision obstruction and the buff effect of [Shrimp Soldiers and Crab Generals] to get close to the team that had been circling.

At this moment, he could already see the vague outline of the team through the fog.

With the help of vision and mental perception, he could grasp the location of these people more clearly.

Lin Yu looked at Qian Huan who was not far behind him. The other party was holding a poker card and was obviously ready.

Lin Yu raised his right hand, and the mist in front of him became a little thinner.

Then...

"Shh!"

The mist surrounding the fifteen people instantly solidified, blocking their mouths, noses, and eyes.

Lin Yu once used this move to kill nobles in the City That Never Sleeps - generally speaking, this move can only be used to kill people, and it can only be used to bully those nobles who are powerless.

In the barbaric and crazy world of Black Swamp, young and middle-aged men of any race have the ability to hold their breath for more than 10 minutes at will, and the well-trained Xia Jin soldiers will not be easily killed by this method.

but……

Lin Yu didn't expect to kill them with this trick.

Just a moment of panic, stagnation, obstructed vision, just a little bit of slow movement is enough!

"Do it!"

Lin Yu shouted, and the mist around him dissipated instantly, forming an area with a wide and clear view.

but……

Most of the people in this area, namely the fifteen Xia Jin soldiers, had their vision blocked by Lin Yu.

The only person who could still move freely within this area without any obstruction to his vision, besides Lin Yu, was...

Thousand illusions!

Looking at the fifteen targets exposed in front of him, Qian Huan did not hesitate. The playing cards in his hand flew and the silver light turned and pounced on the fifteen targets.

"Bah—!"

There was a subtle sound of skin cracking, but because dozens of cracking sounds overlapped at the same time, the sound was unusually clear.

It's like the sound of tearing silk!

Blood spurted out from the joints of the soldiers' hands and feet, and they collapsed to the ground.

Lin Yu looked at Qian Huan.

Qian Huan did not cut these people's throats or pierce their internal organs, but chose to cut the tendons of everyone's hands and feet, depriving them of their ability to move.

This move required him to make three more strokes per person to achieve it.

"Didn't you kill them? That's just the capriciousness of the strong." Lin Yu didn't mind it much. "But these fifteen people didn't resist... That's strange."

Qian Huan also reached out and took back the playing cards: "There are no witches here... Even among these fifteen soldiers, there are no 'elite' ones. It seems that they are just bait."

As Qian Huan finished speaking, a reply sounded.

"Of course, it's nothing but bait."

However, the one who answered this question was not Qian Huan, but...

A soldier lying on the ground.

He raised his head, and the ghost mask on his face was pointed at Lin Yu and Qian Huan, and his voice was low.

"You are still too kind, Qian Huan."

The other party called out Qian Huan's name—and it wasn't even "Magician"!

Before joining the "Free Alliance", his code name was "Qianhuan", so anyone who can be called by this name... must be very close to him.

Qian Huan also realized this and looked at the soldier on the ground with a serious expression.

"who are you?"

It is true that the soldiers on the ground are natives, but there are "players" who are communicating directly with Qian Huan through them.

Lin Yu raised his eyebrows: "Your friend? From the Free Alliance?"

He knew it probably wasn't the case. After all, Lin Yu had a basic understanding of the guys in the "Free Alliance". Except for Xiaoyun who had many abilities and the three "fourth-level" ones whose specific abilities Lin Yu was not sure about, the rest of the people probably didn't have the ability to manipulate others.

But Lin Yu would still ask.

Qian Huan shook his head: "He shouldn't be from the Free Alliance... Take off his mask and see."

Lin Yu nodded, and used a stream of water to lift the opponent's metal mask.

What was revealed was the face of a Xiajin person - strong and square, with well-developed masseter muscles, seemingly very good teeth, and sharp eyes.

At the same time, there were black ink marks on his face, like war makeup.

But Lin Yu and Qian Huan both knew...

The soldiers of the Xia and Jin dynasties did not wear war makeup on their faces.

That is the custom of the barbarians and the Xue Luo.

Moreover, after Lin Yu concentrated, he found that these ink marks looked like lines of fine text.

"It looks like someone wrote something on my face..."

As Lin Yu spoke, Qian Huan was stunned for a moment.

"Character?"

Then he reacted.

"No...we have to retreat!"

Qian Huan said, took Lin Yu's hand, threw out the cardboard box and crawled in, then covered the cardboard box with the [Magic Handkerchief] again.

Lin Yu knew that Qian Huan recognized the other party.

"Who is it? Is it so difficult?"

“It’s very, very difficult.”

Qian Huan sighed.

Lin Yu was surprised: "Is he your enemy?"

"No, not really—she could even be considered a friend," Qian Huan manipulated the [Magic Handkerchief] to move quickly towards the mirror exit, "but... she's the type of person I wouldn't hold back against even if they were my friends if I met her in the [Instance]!"

"In fact, our friendship might even be the reason for her to go all out."

"We can just delay it here. Next, we need to stay as far away as possible and leave the mirror and the mist here. If she's here, we'll have to call in more help."

Lin Yu was even more surprised when he heard this.

"Is she very strong?"

"Honestly, they're probably two levels stronger than me in head-on combat," Qian Huan said seriously. "And if they join forces in a 'war' scenario...then their terror is exponentially multiplied."

"Oh, that sounds like it should be quite famous... Which organization is it from, and what's its code name?"

Qian Huan hesitated for a moment, then finally responded to Lin Yu: "'Pen name', no organization, just 'writer'."

"Among the current 'players'... the strongest 'writer'."