I save the world in the doomsday word game

Chapter 167 The Source of Doom, ‘Dry Quicksand’, in Utopia (page 12)

After Lin Xun checked the trophies, the next step was... hunting time!

He teamed up with the Valkyrie and used kite flying tactics to eliminate the remaining four trolls one by one.

Collect all the divine items dropped from the corpses of nearly ten giant monsters.

After synthesizing the divine props, he now has four complete epic-level divine props in his inventory, plus two rare +-level divine props.

"It's a pity that two giant monsters didn't explode with divine items. Otherwise, if they were combined again, there would be five items..."

At this time, he was still in the depths of the fog, and naturally could not find his way back to the transplant clinic.

Lin Xun thought for a moment, then switched to the body of the Discipline Knight, wandered around in the fog for a while, and soon became lost in it.

As always, the underworld game gives the option of "grab the land with your head, kill yourself to thank the world".

[You stumble and stumble, but you still can't get out of the fog. 】

[Knowing that you can no longer explore, do you want to commit suicide and return to the starting point of your journey? 】

[You lie on the ground and hit the ground hard with your head. 】

[With a loud bang...]

【You are dead! 】

【…】

[Ordinary wandering souls are reborn in transplant clinics...]

Lin Xun raised his head and glanced at the clock on the wall. It was almost midnight.

He teleported back to the Polyvision Association and asked Bennett to make some preparations.

Teleport to the library again and buy a piece of equipment.

Seeing that everything was ready, he took a deep breath, opened the door and left the rental house.

The late night streets were less busy with traffic during the day, and his back gradually disappeared into the vast night...

……

Sheriff's Department Special Office.

Armed Group Third Floor, Conference Room.

In front of the long table in the conference room, a beautiful girl in a white dress was operating PPT slides while telling everyone in front of the table.

"In the first half of this year, our armed group took over the case detection rate of other departments. Compared with the first half of last year, the case detection rate has been greatly improved. Among them, the proportion of illegal apostles captured accounted for 34%, and the number of illegal apostles killed on the spot accounted for..."

"This is a very gratifying result. Such an outstanding detection rate is inseparable from the efforts of all colleagues..."

Lu Weidong was a little drowsy. If the person explaining on the stage had been the group leader Wang Zongwang with bull's eyes next to the regiment's pet Lu Caiyi.

He might have fallen asleep long ago.

I don’t know why Team Leader Wang is so angry today. He has to ask a group of senior men from the armed group to work overtime for a meeting.

As a criminal security officer, he had arrested many criminals before becoming an apostle. Of course, as an ordinary person at that time, he naturally arrested ordinary people.

To be honest, Lu Weidong considered himself an "old-timer" and looked down upon many of his colleagues sitting in the conference room at first.

How can a supernatural apostle who has become a monk on the way compare to a police officer who has received professional training?

Whether it is the skills required for actual combat such as fighting, shooting, and physical fitness, or the theoretical knowledge in books, he is far behind his colleagues who were ordinary people before becoming apostles.

But reality often goes against people's expectations.

After Lu Weidong obtained the real name prop and manifested his body once in reality, he knew... that he should put away his contempt.

After the body is manifested, it is often manifested together with the combat experience of the body.

How could those bodies that had been fighting for survival in the apocalyptic world for a long time lose to him who had only practiced fighting and grappling for a few years?

Moreover, after the body breaks through the limits of the human body, certain fighting skills lose their original effect.

What's more, with the blessing of the strange soul talents of those colleagues, the strength exerted by the body was beyond his ability to understand.

Lu Weidong smacked his lips unconsciously as he thought about it.

Without him, I'm addicted to cigarettes.

He rubbed his hands, eager to leave the conference room and smoke a cigarette in the corridor.

But the meeting was not over yet, so he had to press himself on his seat and wait silently.

With nothing to do, he carefully observed the micro-expressions of Lu Caiyi and Wang Zong. This was an occupational disease left over from years of work.

Perhaps because of occupational diseases, the soul talents he awakened are called 'spectators'.

After observing for a while, he frowned.

Team Leader Wang was sitting upright, his palms pressed against his thighs, and his blinking frequency was significantly higher than before.

This is a sign of anxiety!

Looking at Lu Caiyi, her micro-expressions also convey tension and depressed emotions.

"what happened?"

Lu Weidong first ruled out the suspicion that the meeting lasted too long and he had to hold his urine for a long time.

The apostle's physique is so strong that it is far superior to ordinary people. Even if he can hold it in for a whole day and a night, there will be no problem.

What's more, their thighs are not tightly closed...

Lu Weidong suddenly found a way to suppress his craving for cigarettes. He stared blankly out of the conference room window and began to focus all his energy on thinking about this matter.

"Huh? What is that?"

Lu Weidong's pupils shrank suddenly.

Just now, a petite figure seemed to float past the window of the conference room...a green figure.

"Did I see it wrong?"

He rubbed his eyes. Everything was normal in the night sky outside the window, as if he had just had a hallucination.

Lu Weidong recalled carefully.

"No! That figure flew over. There seemed to be transparent wings behind his back, and he was holding a... staff?"

He frowned.

"Ordinary apostles don't have this kind of body. Is it some kind of summoned creature?"

He firmly believed that what he just saw was not an illusion.

With the soul talent of a 'spectator', it is impossible to see hallucinations!

He smiled coldly, where is this place?

This is the Public Security Department, an armed group, and the safest place in the city. How dare wild folk apostles come here to run wild.

It’s simply asking for death!

He stood up suddenly, making a lot of movement, which attracted the attention of colleagues in the conference room.

Lu Weidong was about to report what he had just seen to Wang Zong.

Suddenly, the situation outside the window changed!

The wind howled, and the sky was filled with yellow sand. The city night sky, which was originally filled with neon lights, instantly became dim and misty.

The howling hurricane was wrapped in gravel and hit the glass windows with a squeaking sound.

Everyone in the conference room was attracted by the sudden vision.

"We Wencheng is not Yunjing, so why did a sandstorm suddenly blow up?"

"That's right! The last typhoon just left...it brought a few fish and I can't tell you where the sand came from..."

Lu Weidong's face was as gloomy as water, and he squeezed out four words from between his teeth: "The source of the doomsday!"

Many colleagues in the conference room were confused when they saw the sandstorm.

Although they have received training on the 'source of doomsday', they have never experienced the hell-like tragic scene in the contaminated area.

But Lu Weidong was different. He had joined the Wencheng armed group very early and had seen the pollution effect of the 'Source of Doom'.

Although the source of pollution this time is different from before, the only thing that can cause such anomalies is the 'source of doomsday'!