Chapter 699: The Place of the Anomaly

Xikesi

How are those Japanese people doing?

Inside a classroom in the school building that resembled a chorus room, an Awakened One wearing gloves casually asked another teammate.

He frowned, looking at the dense bloody handprints on the wall.

Palm-sized, like a child's...

Moreover, it's very fresh.

Here, there seems to be some problem.

Carrying a huge single-handed sword, the questioned Hicks chuckled lightly, his tone frivolous:

"What else can we do?"

"That bunch of trash, besides agreeing to our plan, do they have any other ideas?"

"I dare say, in the entire Power Trial, only we Awakened Ones possess a dual system of power and will."

"A bunch of muscle‑brained wastes, what can they use to oppose us?"

Hicks looked arrogant.

He never imagined that his auxiliary mental‑type skill would work so well in such a place.

Although his ability was severely weakened, it was still far stronger than observing the surroundings with the naked eye.

After the alarm sounds, the dissipated mist will once again envelop the entire area.

His gaze moved from the wall, and the questioning single‑sword Awakened One's brows slightly relaxed.

"Very good."

"Too many Awakened Ones from the Huaxia War Zone have entered this time."

"No matter what, we must eliminate some of them, otherwise our pressure will be great in the final death battle."

"That bunch of people... has a problem..."

Recalling when the Huaxia War Zone entered the Power Trial, there were over 170 Awakened Ones.

He couldn't help but silently curse.

You know, the American War Zone has such superior geographical conditions, and after the apocalypse its foundation is quite decent.

But even so, we couldn't muster that many Awakened Ones.

I really don't know how that population‑exploding country managed to withstand the first wave of zombie mutations.

"This bunch of yellow‑skinned monkeys shouldn't even be able to survive against tens of billions of zombies, should they?"

The sword‑bearing Awakened One, as if thinking of something, added curiously:

"Hicks, did you accept our conditions?"

"The Japanese War Zone, they didn't use dirty bombs on their homeland just to complete the war‑zone mission, did they?"

"I'm curious what reward they got..."

Hicks nodded, his expression arrogant.

"No need to ask so much."

"I've not only contacted them, but also the Korean War Zone."

"That bunch of Koreans suffered heavy losses in the recent transfer."

"The only thing they can rely on is us."

As he spoke, a flicker of contempt and killing intent flashed in his eyes:

"Let them take the vanguard."

"While doing our best to avoid the monsters, find a way to wipe out the Huaxia War Zone team here."

"Once they're mostly dead, maybe..."

The two high‑level officials exchanged a glance, understanding each other's intentions.

He licked his lips.

Hicks' face was full of smiles, his tone somewhat exaggerated as he looked toward the outside of the classroom, at the angel statue situated in the courtyard.

"Thank God~"

"This trial is actually a hunt for Awakened Ones."

"I really look forward to seeing the expression of those yellow‑skinned monkeys after they slaughter each other, when we reap them."

He dismissed it with contempt.

Throughout history, the people of Asia have often been fond of internal strife.

As he spoke, he slowly walked toward the courtyard.

There, the statue's back faced the crowd; the marble‑cast statue was entirely dark‑black, appearing somewhat eerie.

"Perhaps after luring them into a firefight, we still have hope of completing the lower‑level task."

"Preserving our strength, I think the hope is great."

He reached out to touch the statue.

Hicks did not detect anything abnormal.

However, the face that looked like an angel's had eyeballs deep in the sockets that were deeply sunken.

This place is truly weird enough.

He instinctively slipped his finger into the sunken eye socket of the statue, feeling inside:

"Oh, right."

"Isn't there still a person named Lin An in the Huaxia War Zone?"

"Try to find him."

I heard this person is indeed a fat sheep.

After searching to no avail, Hicks shook their head and turned to leave.

Their expression was excited.

According to our intelligence, Lin An defrauded them of much equipment.

Being able to kill him here, I am really looking forward to it.

A group of people heard the sound and laughed; a short-built Awakened One dressed like a martial artist tilted their head:

I am also looking forward to it.

That guy, he stole the reward for us establishing the First Safe Zone!

I just don't know whether that guy died at the hands of the first wave of monsters....

Within just a few minutes.

After the second air-raid alarm was sounded, all Awakened Ones in every war zone realized what they should do.

Except for a minority still hesitating whether to hunt Awakened Ones.

All other war zones promptly contacted each other, attempting to join forces to slaughter others.

If one were to look down from high above at this moment.

Through the mist, it seemed as if the small town within was endless.

Thousands of trial participants were frantically fleeing, evading the Arbiter.

Everyone was waiting, as if they were hunters awaiting prey.

The Awakened Ones who fought to the death to kill monsters were now seen by everyone as the most foolish idiots.

Brahma War Zone.

Skin dark.

Only twenty-three Awakened Ones remained in the team, their faces grim as they fled desperately.

These damned bastards! Not a single one would join forces with us!

The Awakened One running at the rear, their expression furious.

After being sent into the Trial Tower, of the original forty power-type Awakened Ones brought from the Brahma War Zone, only a few of them remain alive now.

Fortunately, after the first air-raid alarm, that brief safe period gave them a chance to catch their breath.

The Triangle Head Monster seemingly lacks the ability to detect Awakened Ones.

As long as they hide in buildings, they can escape pursuit.

Everywhere they look, enemies.

Looking at the mist obstructing vision around them, everyone felt a sense of fear.

It seemed that not only monsters lurked in the fog.

There were also humans who wanted to hunt them.

While fleeing, they personally heard the death cries and curses of the Awakened Ones from the Middle East War Zone.

The attacker turned out to be from the adjacent war zone.

After the system announced the rules, each survivor became a moving point.

What should we do...

Hiding in a street-facing shop, several people anxiously asked the captain of this trial.

Amir tightly gripped the curved blade at his waist, his face showing a grim smile.

What can we do...

Our strongest fighter has only 27 points of raw strength.

Facing the Arbiter, trying to earn points by killing monsters is nearly impossible.

Even if we managed, many members would have to die.

Their expression was sorrowful and gloomy.

As the second most populous country, the situation of the Brahma War Zone can be said to be the worst in the world.

Lacking grassroots infrastructure, the city is flooded with vast slums.

Thus, when the Apocalypse broke out, the devastation far exceeded what other war zones imagined.

That nightmare-like sight made all Brahma people tremble with fear.

Moreover, numerous meme incidents and cults ran rampant.

The military lacked the ability to control other survivors, leading them to establish their own safe zone only two months ago.

Precisely for this reason, other somewhat stronger war zones tacitly regarded them as prey! Numerous, easy to kill, and even in reality, the Brahma War Zone is a decent piece of meat.

Thinking of their own nation, their own ethnicity, even after the Apocalypse they are like livestock awaiting slaughter.

Amir thus felt deep despair.

He took a deep breath, resolutely looking at the teammates behind him: "We must possess our own Third Rank!"

"Otherwise, we truly have no hope!"

Having said that, he gazed at the youngest Awakened One in the team, as if making a firm decision.

"Sulanji... if we truly reach a dead end, no longer receiving Brahma's blessing..."

"Please kill me..."

Wearing a white headscarf, his whole body dark-skinned, obviously a low-caste boy silently lifted his head, then gave a slight nod.

He understood the man's meaning.

Rather than let the whole squad die at others' hands, it's better to die at our own hands.

The points earned by twenty-seven Awakened Ones are enough to meet the conditions for Third Rank Awakening.

Inside the house, it was quiet; many Awakened Ones exchanged a sorrowful glance, silently accepting the Captain's words.

Su Lanji, perhaps they are their only hope.

Outside the street, a corpse crawling in the fog suddenly began to dissolve.

If the Survivors of the Northern Europe War Zone were still here, they would be shocked to discover that this is the first Awakened One killed by humans.

The same scene occurred in every corner.

The mutation hidden in the fog went unnoticed.