My Doomsday Simulator Game.

Chapter 119 118. Battle Royale
Su Hong fell into deep thought. There was no such thing as a success rate when refining and upgrading disaster items. Even if it was a fusion of talents, it was only a matter of compatibility.

If the compatibility is low, the quality of the fused talent will not change much.

And the success rate of upgrading this equipment actually depends on the forging skill.

It seems that after returning to reality, I have to urge Philip to practice his forging skills well.

Philip, who was on guard at the side, suddenly seemed to sense something. He turned around and looked at Su Hong with a puzzled expression.

Just now, it felt a chilling malice from Su Hong's direction.

"Is it an illusion?"

Unable to figure it out, it could only leave the surroundings and patrol somewhere farther away.

Su Hong continued to stay where he was, hesitating for a moment when looking at the 32% success rate.

“Forget it, there’s no need to hesitate. Even if the upgrade fails, the soul ring in reality is still fine.”

After silently saying yes, the soul ring on his hand was thrown into the virtual blacksmith shop to be melted and reforged.

After anxiously waiting for a few minutes, the interface disappeared and his heart finally died.

"Upgrade failed."

After the light faded, only two charred remains remained in his palm, and the original appearance of the ring could not be seen at all.

"The proficiency of forging skills is still too low." Su Hong shook his head helplessly.

If the craftsman-level farm tool forging skills can be improved to a higher level, perhaps the success rate of soul ring upgrades can be greatly improved.

Pity.

Throwing away the wreckage, Su Hong began to think about the next plan of action.

"Yes, continue forward and head towards Dawn City."

"Let's go back and follow the direction the rebels left. Find them and find out what happened in Dawn City."

The outline of Dawn City is in the distance, and you can reach it by just keeping moving forward.

Moreover, the location of the spider's nest is also on the route in this direction, so you can go and check what is happening in the spider's nest.

However, the whereabouts of the rebels were elusive, so he followed the rebels' route. In the vast snow, searching for the rebels was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

From this point of view, it seems more appropriate to go to Dawn City.

But what Han Feng said before he died made him very concerned.

If the Dawn Cultists really surrounded this area, then wouldn't he be walking into a trap if he went to Dawn City now?

Of course, it is also possible that Han Feng deceived him in order to disrupt his thoughts.

But this possibility is very small, and he is more inclined to believe that Han Feng is telling the truth.

No matter how much the Dawn Cultists underestimated the enemy, they would not send only three people to look for the rebels.

The roles of Han Feng and his two companions were probably similar to those of scouts, and a larger and more powerful force might be blocking the road to Dawn City.

"Could it be that the Holy Envoy that Han Feng mentioned is the master of this troop?"

Su Hong's eyes were stern. Even Han Feng had to use a respectful title for him. His strength couldn't be that low. He couldn't resist him.

There is an obstacle ahead, and moving forward is not a wise choice. The right solution is to look for the rebels.

Maybe he can lead the rebels back and kill the so-called Holy Envoy.

He had just made up his mind and was about to retreat when a loud eagle cry suddenly came from the sky.

"eagle?"

Su Hong looked up, and the Eye of the Holy Candle penetrated the wind, snow and darkness, and saw the giant corpse eagle hovering above his head.

The giant eagle's internal organs had been hollowed out, leaving only feathers and a skeleton on its body, but it was able to control the power of disaster and soar into the sky.

It seems that the giant eagle has set its sights on him.

"Wait, could this be someone sent by the Dawn Cult to lock on to the target?"

Was my action of killing Han Feng discovered?
Su Hong's expression suddenly became solemn. He hurriedly called Philip back, waved his right hand, and rode the cold wind to fly in the direction where the rebels left.

In the sky, the giant eagle was chasing closely, the snow and Su Hong's figures were reflected in its gray eyes.

…The firewood crackled. In a warm and bright tent, a sexy woman wearing purple gauze and with a charming look was sitting on the carpet.

She opened her amber eyes, and what was reflected in her eyes was not the firelight, but Su Hong's figure.

"Interesting, I haven't seen such a clean undead in a long time."

The woman licked her rosy lips with her long tongue.

If Su Hong were here, he would be able to discover that this woman spoke with strange syllables and the language she used was more like the Sun Country language.

"Anna."

The woman glanced aside with an indifferent look.

Next to the fire pit, a thin girl in coarse linen clothes was lowering her head, wiping the vase in her hand over and over again. She looked lifeless like the other dead objects in the tent.

After hearing the woman's call, she stopped what she was doing, raised her head, and asked softly, "Master, what do you want me to do?"

The girl had a gaunt face, her movements were slow, and she looked lifeless, but the light of the fire rippled slightly in her dark eyes, like a moist highlight in her eyes, which seemed to bring her back to life.

She seemed not as calm inside as she appeared on the outside.

"Go fill my bathtub with hot water and sprinkle it with the freshest rose petals shipped from the greenhouse in Dawn City."

"I want to entertain my guests well."

"Yes, Master."

Anna carefully put the vase away, stood up and left the tent, disappearing in the wind and snow.

The woman stretched out on the carpet and said, "All Dawn followers, go and bring him back to me."

At the same time, in the ice and snow, the image of Su Hong controlling the strong wind flashed in the eyes of the Dawn Cultists who were searching for traces of the resistance.

"As you command, Lord Holy Envoy."

They knelt down devoutly in the same direction and then headed towards Sheng City.

More than ten minutes later, Su Hong rode the strong wind all the way north and escaped from Sheng City.

However, the giant eagle above his head was still following him, with no sign of being thrown off.

"Trouble." Su Hong frowned.

As long as the giant eagle kept circling above his head, he would not be able to escape from the enemy's surveillance.

Unless he can kill the giant eagle.

But the problem is that this beast is smarter than he thought.

Whenever he tried to attack, the giant eagle would predict his intention and fly higher.

Even if Philip could fly, he couldn't reach such a high place.

Su Hong estimated that the giant eagle was most likely ten thousand meters in the sky.

"Is there any way to get rid of it?"

He thought about it for a moment, and then an idea came to his mind.

"This guy is so far away from me, it's unlikely that he can identify me by sensing the aura of disaster. He should be using traditional visual perception."

"If that's all, that would be a good idea."

The strong wind stopped, and Su Hong fell to the ground. His shadow entangled into the shape of a drill, which was then ignited by the fire of the heart, easily melting the ice surface and drilling in.

Then Su Hong disappeared into the pit and no one knew where he went.

When the giant eagle saw this scene, it screamed in confusion.

In the warm light tent, the woman's long eyelashes trembled and she opened her beautiful amber eyes again.

"You can't run away, you cunning little mouse."

The woman stood up, opened the tent and walked out.

This time, she would do it herself.

(End of this chapter)