Chapter 34: "Congratulations to the Human Player Kerr Cowell, for achieving the top spot on the Kill Rankings."

"Next second——"

The gun turret mounted on the off-road vehicle, as if intuitively, flashed.

"Boom!!!"

However, just after firing a single shot, the two heard a massive, muffled sound ringing by their ears!

The off-road vehicle was turned over directly by the recoil of the gun turret, which also immediately ceased firing. The staggering cannon shell that was shot fell on the ground more than a hundred meters away from the two of them.

It didn't cause any casualties.

On the contrary, the explosion of that cannon shell attracted quite a few people's attention.

Both of them could vaguely see that quite a few mechanical people were coming out of the warehouse and abandoned buildings, carrying firearms, hundreds of meters away.

"Cough!"

With a somewhat awkward expression on his face, Kerr Cowell coughed lightly. He hurriedly removed the turret from the vehicle using the space bracelet and placed it on the ground again, aiming the muzzle towards City 18.

He somewhat forgot that the weight of this off-road vehicle was slightly insufficient to withstand the recoil of this gun turret.

Scar Dog, on the other hand, had this elusive look in his eyes as if he hadn't seen any of this, quite aptly easing Kerr Cowell's embarrassment.

After resetting the aim of the muzzle.

Kerr Cowell looked at the group of mechanical people who had walked out of the abandoned warehouse and buildings carrying guns. He took out another cigarette but didn't light it, taking it between his lips.

Resting his hands on the hand cannon, he looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, his gaze deeply filled with stories.

His white shirt stained with blood and dust, the messy collar, and the unkempt hair, under the midday sun, made him seem like an adventurer who was coming back to the light and feeling slightly uncomfortable.

"May God bless you."

His voice, which was slightly hoarse and calming like a spring breeze, slowly echoed between them.

Scar Dog, leaning on the toppled off-road vehicle with his arms crossed, gazed at the sky above Kerr Cowell's head with a somber expression, a dog tail grass in his mouth.

The blotched blood on his face made him look like a resilient and unwavering dead tree in the wilderness.

At this point——

The turret, as if not willing to miss out on this rare opportunity for grandstanding, lit up its barrel once again.

"Boom!"

The red patterns on the cannon appeared to light up instantly as if they were charged. As the unidentified flowing substance inside the bullet shell started to circulate quickly, beams of red light were firing towards City 18 at a pace too quick to catch.

"Boom, boom, boom!!"

"Boom, boom, boom!!"

Each shell fell on the factory building, fell on the middle of the abandoned building.

Being poor makes for precise targeting, being rich results in coverage by firepower.

Under Kerr Cowell's setup, the turret wasn't holding back its firing speed at all, it fired at full speed!

Within a firing range of 2500 meters.

This turret with a firing speed of 2900 shots per minute was relentlessly smashing shells towards City 18!!!

"Boom, boom!!"

Huge explosions and flames were seen within City 18!

The brightness of the flames, more luminous than the sun, introduced the residents of City 18 to the charm of firepower!

After continuously bombing for five minutes.

An energy dome suddenly lit up over City 18, covering the entire city.

The shells fired from the turret would explode upon hitting the energy dome, and the shockwave would be absorbed by the energy dome.

Only when three or four shells fell in the same place would this tear a small opening in the energy dome, but this opening would quickly be repaired by the entire gigantic energy dome.

"Heh."

Seeing that City 18 had quickly become prepared, Kerr Cowell smiled slyly, clapped his hands together, "In that case, this is where today's greeting stops."

"We will continue tomorrow."

"Let you guys also get a good experience of how it feels to be killed by the mechanical race when we descended on this world."

And the prompt by his ears kept ringing.

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'Ding, Congratulations, player Kerr Cowell, you have successfully killed 78 mechanical people.'

'Because the Human Race and the Mechanical Race are in war, you have been awarded 78 merit points.'

'..'

'Ding, Congratulations player Kerr Cowell, you have successfully killed 120 mechanical people.'

'Because the Human Race and the Mechanical Race are in a state of war, therefore you have been awarded 120 merit points.'

'...'

'Ding, Congratulations, player Kerr Cowell, you have successfully killed 32 mechanical people.'

"Because the Human Race and the Mechanical Race declare war, a reward of 32 Merit Values is awarded."

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"Ding, congratulations player, Kerr Cowell. Today you successfully killed 1234 players of the Alien Races."

"You are, kill ranking number one."

"Heh."

As Kerr Cowell picks up the Steel Sword Self-Controlled Turret, jumps into his car, and driving away, ready to temporarily avoid City 18's retaliation, he looks at the information in front of him with some surprise, "I actually ranked first. The first one yesterday killed nearly two thousand of the Alien Race."

"Kill Rankings."

"Ranking One, Human Race, Kerr Cowell."

"Alien Race Player Kills: 1234."

"Top 2, Mechanical Race, Joyce Cooper."

"Alien Race Player Kills: 428."

"Top 3, Mechanical Race, Martin Dovlin."

"Alien Race Player Kills: 334."

"Compared to yesterday, it has shrunk quite a bit."

"Could it be that it's still noon now, and they are still putting in a lot of effort? Or did they just find a place with a lot of Alien Race people yesterday and couldn't find it today?"

After pondering for a while, Kerr Cowell decided to disregard this matter for now.

This is just the second day of the Kill Rankings' debut. Just wait few more days and then enhance again, the Ranking One of the Kill Rankings will only be his name, Kerr Cowell.

Seeing a human player top the list.

For human players, it should also be a significant motivator, right?

Strangely though, in theory, there should have been quite a few human players who volunteer to become slaves in the place that had just been bombarded. But he didn't receive any notifications of killing human players.

He quickly understood the situation.

It should be that these slaves were forced to join the Mechanical Race.

Speaking of which, what is the racial talent of the Mechanical Race?

And it seems like the people of the Mechanical Race do not have a Random Talent like the human race, Do they?

Not thinking too much about it, Kerr Cowell leaned his left hand against the side of the car window, with one hand on the steering wheel, turned his head and smiled at Scar Dog, "So, did you capture that?"

"Of course."

Scar Dog grinned, pulling out a camera from his bosom, attached to it was a photo revealing half of its tail.

This was a prop they had kept.

Not of much use, only capable of photography and immediate photo development.

But the two of them still kept this prop and did not use it to enhance, after all... in this world where death could come at any moment, being able to use photos to record significant moments in life.

This adds a touch of novelty to the tense atmosphere.

Scar Dog handed the photo to Kerr Cowell.

The screen in the photo clearly captured them posing ceremoniously just now.

Kerr Cowell is seen standing with a hand cannon, wearing a dusty and blood-stained white shirt, a straight pair of suit pants, and his eyes deeply gazing into the sky.

Scar Dog, on the other hand, was leaning against the overturned off-road vehicle with his arms crossed, one foot on the vehicle, standing to the side of Kerr Cowell, gazing diagonally towards the sky above Kerr Cowell's head.

And that turret, with its high-gloss red pattern, was sandwiched between the two, ferociously sending cannon shells into the distance.

The background was City 18 enveloped in smoke and flame.

The composition, perfectly portraying a scene of poetic chaos. The combination of movement and peace gave the photo an appealing charm.

"Not bad."

With the photo in Kerr Cowell's hand, he admired it for a moment before inserting it into a small slot on the dashboard, and said with a smile,

"If we can survive to get married and have children, our child would definitely think his father was pretty cool after seeing this photo."

"Absolutely!"

Scar Dog patted his slender chest as if it were a bamboo pole, gave a thumbs up, and laughed loudly.

"Heh!"

Kerr Cowell couldn't help but shake his head and smile, taking his eyes off the photo, he stepped on the accelerator, "Hold on tight!"

The sound waves surged violently.

The off-road vehicle dashed forward at an almost wild speed, across the unobstructed wilderness!

As the camera zooms out.

All you could see was a dust-laden off-road vehicle, howling and rushing forward.

Faint laughter could be heard, carefree and arrogant, and yet possessing a hint of fatigue, carried along by the wind.