Reincarnation Paradise

Judging from the current situation, it is difficult to judge the outcome of the battle between the two parties.

Although the contractors of Samsara Paradise are extremely ruthless, facing the cruel living environment of Samsara Paradise, the contractors either work alone or form an adventure group, and cannot form a super large organization at all.

Moreover, the number of people in most adventure groups is not large. Small adventure groups may only have a few or a dozen people, and even large adventure groups rarely have more than 300 people.

This is related to the character of the contractors in Samsara Paradise. Here the strong live and the weak die. Although powerful contractors appear one after another, the number of casualties is also high. In this kind of survival situation, conflicts arise between the contractors. The possibility of forming a large group is greater, and the possibility of forming a large group is even smaller.

In the reincarnation paradise, the punishment of forced execution is just a daily routine, and the penalty of attribute deduction is even more common. If you can survive in this environment, even if you are not abnormally strong, your willpower will not be weak. After all, there is always the danger of warping, and your psychological quality Not so good, they were eliminated early in the first few derivative worlds.

However, while cultivating strong men, some contractors with ordinary qualifications died early in the battle.

Just like now, 725 contractors from the Samsara Paradise side are still alive, while 985 contractors from the Apocalypse Paradise side are alive.

It's not that the contractors in Samsara Paradise are not strong, but that they are too scattered, and most of the dead are lone rangers, while in Apocalypse Paradise, all of them are members of the same organization, which is why there are so many survivors.

Of course, there is no advantage in having more people. If it is a 1V1 situation, with the same attributes and abilities, the contractors of Apocalypse Paradise may not be the opponents of the contractors of Samsara Paradise, because the way of cultivating contractors in Apocalypse Paradise is relatively gentle, at least not Will easily use forced execution punishment.

Among the 725 people who survived in the Samsara Paradise, there were a total of 8 adventure groups, including 7 medium-sized adventure groups, 1 large-scale adventure group, and the rest were independent individuals.

No one in Samsara Paradise can integrate these contractors, not even the fire master. He can at most take the lead.

Apocalypse Paradise is different. They are a group, and Xi is their leader.

Looking at it this way, Samsara Paradise is no match for Apocalypse Paradise, but is this really the case? This will only be known after the fight.

However, at least one of the ten contractors on the Samsara Paradise side is not mentally normal. The other nine are actually not much better, just relatively normal.

This is a team composed of a group of madmen + neurotics + madman reserves + ruthless "normal people". What crazy things these people will do, not to mention the ordinary contractors in Apocalypse Paradise, not even Xi can completely guess.

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One of the three war zones, Adler Fortress.

When, when, when...

The sound of hammer hammering came from the stone house on the fortress. A contractor from Samsara Paradise was sitting on the east edge of the fortress. Below was a cliff several hundred meters away, but this contractor didn't care.

"Potato, is that thing ready?"

"Soon."

Some impatient voices came from inside the stone house.

"Potato, just throw that thing to the tribe's base camp. It will definitely kill a lot of people."

The contractor sitting by the cliff raised his head, not knowing what he was looking at.

"You're crazy...have your brain been corroded by demi-human cells?"

The contractor named Tudou smiled and swung the hammer harder in his hand.

"What a crazy person, I'm normal."

The contractor sitting by the cliff shook his head. He stared at the cliff below, and suddenly, he had an idea.

"Tudou, what do you think will happen if I jump?"

"ah?"

Tudou stopped what he was doing.

"He should die, probably."

"Death is terrible."

As soon as he finished speaking, the contractor jumped down from the fortress. A moment later, there was a muffled sound from the bottom of the cliff.

"Are the tribal troops calling again?"

A contractor wearing a cowboy hat rushed over.

"No, Black Blood jumped off the cliff."

"Fuck, that guy is getting more and more abnormal. I told him not to over-exploit his demi-human bloodline. Now he's acting like a Taliban player."

Snap, snap.

One hand rested on the edge of the fortress wall.

"Sure enough, I can't die, but...it hurts so much."

Black Blood climbed up to the fortress. He is a young man with black hair and red eyes. He has a fair face and looks like a young boy. Don't be deceived by his appearance. His favorite thing is to hug his enemies and explode himself.

"Black Blood, have you come into contact with the contractors of Apocalypse Paradise before? How strong are those people?"

Tudou put down the hammer in his hand. He was a little curious about Apocalypse Paradise.

Black Blood climbed up the fortress, blocked one nostril with his fingers, and breathed out forcefully. Blood and snot spurted out from the other nostril.

"The equipment is good, and the skill level is not low, but they feel weird."

Black blood lay on the ground with a plop.

"Weird?"

Tudou obviously didn't understand Heixue's words.

"How to describe it? Well, this is more appropriate. It's like they are completing a high-risk job. Yes, that's what it feels like."

Heixue lay on the ground and fell asleep within a few seconds.

…

Hill Grand Canyon, a gathering place for Apocalypse Paradise contractors, in a tent.

Brushes and pulls, sharp tools pierce the flesh.

Tick, tick, the blood dripped, gradually seeping into the soil, and the smell of blood permeated the tent.

"How many of you are there, what is the war mission, and who is in the hands of the core of the world now."

A skinny man wearing a butcher suit stood in the tent. The butcher suit on his body was splattered with blood. In the center of the tent, a female contractor was hung upside down and swayed from side to side. The female contractor was naked and covered with blood. There were at least hundreds of wounds up and down, and blood was flowing down her fair skin.

"Your... techniques... aren't that good. I'm going to... die."

The female contractor who was hanging upside down spoke. She squinted her dead fish eyes and looked at the skinny man who tortured her to confess.

"If...I say so, can you let me go?"

There was some despair in the female contractor's eyes, as if she could no longer endure this torture.

"Can."

The executioner nodded.

"Our shared... mission is..."

The female contractor was very weak due to heavy blood loss and was unable to speak.

"What?"

The executioner put his ear close to the female contract's mouth.

Bang!

The sound of teeth clashing was heard, and the executioner barely managed to avoid the bite from the female contractor.

"Hahaha, let me go? Are you coaxing a child? I knew I was dead when I was captured. Just wait, my man will come to you, he will definitely, he will kill you one by one, I am in hell I’ll wait for you.”

After the female contractor finished speaking, there was a chewing sound from her mouth, and blood and minced meat flowed from the corners of her mouth.

"..."

The executioner's eyes were cold, but he had no other solution. This female contractor had mental abilities, and hypnosis or telepathy had no effect on her.

"Bah~"

The female contractor spit out her chewed tongue. It wasn't that she didn't want to live, but that she was stalling for time. This was the only possibility for her to survive. Confession would only make her die faster.

"It seems that Xi is right, you bastards are not mentally healthy."

The executioner used a scalpel to slit the female contractor's throat, and a large stream of blood spurted out.

Blood flowed down the face of the female contractor. She did not struggle, which was meaningless. She just stared at the executioner, staring hard.