Traveling to another world, I made a two-dimensional girl into a card

It’s like when the hero and heroine are about to kiss and a phone call comes in. Once interrupted, the atmosphere is lost.

As Carl's footsteps approached, Viola decisively stood in front of Fang Qingyun, holding Prometheus with her regenerated arm. Fang Qingyun was now more fragile than her, and Fang Qingyun only had one life. Now was not the time to show off.

Evelyn stood next to Viola, straightened her posture, and folded her hands on her abdomen. She instantly changed from a dirty little cat to an elegant maid. The dirty and messy environment did not affect her ease and elegant temperament. In this situation, she looked more like a young lady than Viola.

Chapter 45, War and Peace

"Hey, I mean no harm." Carl hid behind the wreckage and threw out his rifle to show that he meant no harm. Viola didn't care about that and swung a diagonal knife. The flames from the blade burned the rifle into two pieces. Carl patted his chest. If it was him who just went out, he would have been buried in a box by now.

"What do you want to say?" Fang Qingyun waved his hand, asking Viola to calm down, although his heart was also burning with anger. This was the case when he met a stupid teammate. He was angry at the other party for not helping him and shooting him in the back. When he thought of this, Fang Qingyun felt his fists harden again.

But now the overall situation is more important. Although he was furious, he had to negotiate with Karl. He walked out from behind Viola: "Why don't you come out and talk?"

Carl raised his hand and emphasized, "I have no weapon," and slowly walked out from behind the wreckage. It was the first time that Fang Qingyun saw the protagonist of this zombie army. At least he was the protagonist of the Zombie Army trilogy. He also thwarted the shampooer's three conspiracies, and this time, it was Fang Qingyun who brought his men to kick the shampooer's ass.

Karl was also observing Fang Qingyun. There was a bit of panic and surprise on his face. Fang Qingyun noticed this and decided to take the initiative to gain the upper hand in the conversation: "Let me guess, you think I look familiar?"

Is he an "exception"? Karl suppressed his fear and nodded: "I always feel..."

"Yes, you have seen me. We met at the resistance camp in Milan." Fang Qingyun told the truth, and added with a bit of resentment: "At that time, I wanted to join you with a big wrench, but you shot me in the head."

Carl panicked. It was the first time that Fang Qingyun saw emotions on the protagonist's face that a sniper shouldn't have. After hearing Carl's sincere apology, Fang Qingyun sighed and forgave him generously. After all, the 3000 memory fragments that came from his mind could not be false. If he could get 3000 by accepting the apology, he even wanted Carl to say a few more words.

"I am the only one who still has a life, otherwise you would have killed me, but thank you too." Fang Qingyun looked at Viola next to him. Viola smiled sweetly: "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be able to see Viola."

"Who is this……"

"My name is Viola, but there is another name you may know better, that is: General"

Carl became serious. The general was naturally famous, but among humans, she was basically infamous. She cunningly commanded her troops, deceived humans, betrayed the covenant at a critical moment, and caused heavy casualties to humans. Now it seems that she has defected? At least Carl saw her figure when he was fighting against the shampooer.

"The general was transferred to logistics for two years because of the alliance. If anything happened in these two years, it was not the general's behavior." Evelyn, who was standing next to them like a sculpture, interrupted. If this misunderstanding was not resolved at this time, there would be no way to continue the conversation. And the brother-in-law and the troublesome Lady Viola... the chances of remembering to talk about this matter are slim.

"You guys didn't do that?" Carl was surprised. "The general didn't do that tragedy? The shampoo guy did it? Can you guarantee that?"

Evelyn had a blank expression on her face: "I am the general's adjutant. Of course I know about this. At that time, the general's troops, including me, were under the command of the shampooer. As zombies of a lower level than the shampooer, I could not resist at all." She told a small lie. In fact, she could have resisted at that time, but she was not mature at all. She followed the shampooer without any thoughts, maintaining her so-called loyalty.

Now the blame is put on that shampooer. Anyway, he can't come back to life and say anything, so what's wrong with him taking the blame?

"The evidence is very simple," Evelyn said decisively, stabbing the heart of the shampooer next to her: "The general wanted to plan a strategy. At that time, there were 50,000 zombie troops, all of whom were elite soldiers who could shoot and obey orders. If those troops were under her command, there would be no need to suffer so many casualties if they wanted to kill all the humans."

"Let's put this matter aside for now." Carl actually believed it 80%. The general's command strategy and tactical thinking had changed greatly. Before, the general attacked and penetrated the enemy with large groups, and had a good impression of humans. Later, he only knew how to push forward and waste his troops without scruples. If you put it this way, it really seemed like he was being remotely controlled by the shampooer.

"I came here to ask, where are you going?" Carl asked in a roundabout way, like an old friend. Although he looked relaxed, his limbs were still restless and he seemed to be on alert. He actually wanted to find out what Fang Qingyun and the others were going to do next: "The zombies are gone, and it will take some time for the next commander of Hell to appear. As aliens in Hell, what are you going to do?"

These words seem to be an attempt to pry into the internal affairs of Hell, and the implicit message is that if they still want to continue fighting, then humans will definitely accompany them to the end.

Fang Qingyun pondered for a while, and spoke out his prepared speech: "This world must have a Lich King." He first said something that Carl couldn't understand, but Carl could still understand the general meaning: "Viola will probably go back to reorganize Hell. Now that the holy weapon is in her hands, we will replace the shampooer to exercise dictatorship over Hell and kill the next Nazi."

Fang Qingyun looked down at the time on his arm. The Codex of Destiny reminded him that the main quest had been completed and there were only a few minutes left before the automatic transmission. He had to end this conversation quickly. He concluded bluntly: "We will close the portal between Hell and the human world. We will watch over Hell and you take care of the human world. That's it. Maybe there will be opportunities for cooperation after the situation eases. Anyway, let's deal with it this way for now."

Carl seemed to agree as much as he could. The ecstasy hidden in his heart could not be concealed at all. The psychological doubt and ecstasy made Carl purse his lips tightly to ensure that he would not laugh out loud.

After all, this was actually the ultimate purpose of his coming to negotiate, but he never expected that the other party would directly put forward this condition, and even intended to increase the price. How could he not be happy?

Fang Qingyun quickly ended the conversation. If he didn't end it, the countdown on his wrist would end. This was not a battle. If he was teleported away while talking, he would be stiff. It was better not to expose his golden finger to others. Fang Qingyun decisively chose to use hell as a transit station and was teleported back to hell in a burst of orange light.

Viola glanced at Carl. This battle-hardened general stared at Carl and made him unable to move. His majestic aura made Carl's palms sweat: "...Don't let me catch you next time."

Carl knew that this was actually a score-settling. He had shot and killed Fang Qingyun, the man who might become the ruler of hell in the future and who had good intentions. This diplomatic issue was enough to be the reason for another war. Fortunately, Viola did not mean that.

Viola said this coldly, turned around and stepped into the orange portal. Evelyn next to her fixed her knee, got up from the ground, lifted Karl's skirt, and then gracefully retreated back into the portal.

Carl, who was feeling as if he was facing a great enemy, breathed a sigh of relief. He sat directly in the stench of blackness without caring about his image, and totally ignoring the feeling of the cold and sticky solid soaking through his pants. For the first time, as a non-smoking sniper, he wanted to have a cigarette to relax.

This protracted war is over, and the body that was like a taut rope can finally take a break. Carl looked up at the sky. Because of the influence of the Hell Tower, the sky has been orange since the war that year. But now, as hell fades away and the power supply of the Hell Tower fails, the sky reveals its true color for the first time. The blue sky is cloudless. Carl looks at this sunny sky that he hasn't seen for a long time, as if he met an old friend, and he almost cries.

He turned and looked at the resistance fighters celebrating behind him. Some of the young faces among them looked at the sky with hope for their future lives. Their bodies might be covered with scars, but they would eventually become the future of mankind.

Boris walked to Karl's side, sat down and lit a cigarette without paying attention to the blood on the ground. He was obviously a man who hated evil and had a clean attitude towards the existence of zombies, so he didn't quite understand Karl's compromising look, but he didn't get angry with Karl for this. It was not easy to strive for peace.

But Karl was a smart man. He knew exactly what Boris wanted to ask, so he took the initiative to ask Boris another question: "Boris, have you heard of 'exceptions'?"

Boris looked at Karl in confusion, shook his head to indicate that he didn't know, and then stuffed the lit cigarette into his bearded mouth.

"The first time I came into contact with the 'Exception' was in another resistance camp," Carl began to recount his experience: "I call him an 'Exception' because he... or rather, He is not a party in the conventional sense, but more like a passerby."

Carl recalled the scene when he first met "Exception": "He took the initiative to introduce himself, saying his name was 'Prell', and he was a very sunny and cheerful young man... But soon, we found something wrong with him."

"What's wrong?" Boris sneered at this kind of weird stuff, but still expressed his curiosity.

"He possesses skills and strength beyond that of humans." Carl's eyes revealed fear. "He has a very strong regenerative ability. Any injury that doesn't kill him in one go will allow him to recover again. It only takes one second to go from being scarred to being flawless."

"?" Boris raised his eyebrows: "You're drunk, Karl"

Karl didn't pay attention to Boris's complaints, but continued to talk about the past with a fearful tone: "He can hold a machine gun with his bare hands. Even if it is an MG1200 with a rate of fire of 42 rounds per minute, He can still hit twenty enemies who are alone and in random positions within one second, and that's with only twenty bullets."

Chapter 45.5, can’t you give me a medal for being an anti-fascist fighter?

Boris seemed to have caught the loophole in Carl's words. He laughed disdainfully and said, "How is this possible? Even if it's a single burst, each pull of the trigger will fire three to five rounds in a short burst. How is it possible to kill one enemy with one bullet?"

"Do you think I'm kidding?" Carl was not angry because he was questioned. Instead, he showed a bitter smile that said, "When he shoots, his whole body spins like a top, and every shot is accurate. He can even use an unmodified rifle to fire a mortar shell with the power of a mortar, and he can carry a thousand rounds of rifle ammunition, submachine gun ammunition, and pistol ammunition and walk briskly."

"...Okay, even if we don't mention the feasibility of this ghost story, why would He make you become like this? Isn't He your teammate?" Boris did not continue to pester her, but asked the next question.

“Yes, He was at the beginning.” Carl’s face gradually turned into fear. This was the first time Boris saw such undisguised fear on the sniper’s face. “But sometimes His body would be out of control. He would stand still against the wall and say some inexplicable words like ‘mastery’ and ‘network stuck’. The last time we saw Him, He shot and blew up a half-full oil barrel and killed himself.”

"What's there to be afraid of when someone is dead..." Boris took a puff of his cigarette, "It's just a pity to lose such a good zombie killer. I wish there were more 'exceptions' like this."

"...The key is..." Karl took a cigarette from Boris's cigarette box, lit it but did not put it in his mouth, but watched the cigarette burn out quietly: "He is back..."

"He is still the same as before, lively and cheerful, introducing himself as 'Prell', communicating with us just like before." Carl stared at the half-burned cigarette, as if that was Prell's face: "Then He died again, lived again, and died again... Every time we see Him come back, it's always the same face, the same name..."

At this point in the story, even a tough guy like Boris felt his scalp tingling: "Then you..."

"Then that thing just happened so naturally." Carl took a deep breath, his breath trembling. "The shampooer resurrected the corpse of 'Exception' and turned Him into the power of hell... 'Exception' died so many times that the resurrected corpses could form a platoon... and the wound on my head was left when I attacked Him. He shot me in the backhand and almost blew my head open, and the shot I made with all my strength only killed one of His units."

"...Could this be the origin of the 'Black Legion'?" Boris thought of the shampooer's terrifying army that made people shudder with fear, leaving no grass growing wherever they went.

"Remember the last time we retreated and got on the train?" Carl suddenly talked about the so-called "accidental shooting" incident and recounted the original scene: "The reason why I fired that shot at that time was because this person gave me a feeling very similar to 'Exception'... Fortunately, there was only one person, and I could still deal with it. If there were two, we would be dead, and the entire Milan camp would be reduced to a sea of ​​blood and corpses, and there would be no survivors."

"Is the 'Black Legion' real?" Boris already believed what Carl said. He had heard the Black Legion's great name countless times. It was a consensus among all the rebels that five Black Legion infantrymen could capture a camp without any harm. When seeing multiple Black Legion infantrymen on the battlefield, all the rebels would give up resistance, start writing a suicide note, and watch the Black Legion smash those unbelieving infantrymen into pieces in a few seconds.

Theoretically, it only takes one direct hit from a tank shell to kill a Black Legion infantryman, but how can you use a tank gun with clumsy steering to hit a single soldier who can run at high speed with 3,000 rounds of ammunition on his back, recover from all injuries in one second, and shoot like a reaper? Not to mention that the resistance army has no tanks and can only rely on individual weapons to barely support themselves in the tide of zombies.

"The Black Legion..." Carl shook his head. "I don't know. Some say they were destroyed by an explosion. Some say they died from the full coverage of the camp's artillery fire. Some say they are still living ghosts hiding in the shadows. So I dare not bet. If there is such an army in hell... If I go too far, humans will have no choice but to wait for death."

Flowers bloom at both ends, each showing its own beauty. When Karl used the truth to scare Boris, the time on Fang Qingyun's wrist also returned to zero. The next second, he was no longer in a combat state and naturally could not stay in hell. He was forcibly pulled back to the gray mist. The Destiny Grimoire fell from the air, floated in front of his eyes, and turned over, showing a different page from before.

【Zombie Army 4 Death War】

The Book of Destiny showed this line of words, along with an ink-and-wash painting of Fang Qingyun being bitten while fighting a shampooer zombie, and then a stamp of "Perfectly Completed" was printed on the page.

By the way, the Book of Fate also set off two small fireworks in the gray foggy space. Judging from the fact that the fireworks were less than two people's height, their miniature size, and the barely-there colors they produced, Fang Qingyun felt that it was a bit perfunctory.

The next second, a large treasure chest symbolizing the reward fell from the sky, creating ripples in the space. The treasure chest bounced like jelly, twisted left and right, and then opened with a snap.

Three things popped out of the treasure chest: lava-like armor, a gold-plated card with "Evelyn" on it, and a document.

There is nothing much to say about the card "Evelyn". The gold-plated card can be summoned in reality without any loss and does not require the summoner's own magic. It is very useful for someone like Fang Qingyun who knows nothing about magic. Viola was like this before. Otherwise, with Viola's cost as high as 8 mana, it would require sixty-four units of magic, which requires Fang Qingyun to reach at least the fourth level to summon her.

And that day, Viola was able to freely choose to manifest herself in the world because of the gilded light, and now, there is one more person who can freely manifest herself in the world.

[Maid of the Dead - Evelynn (Orange Quality), 6-5-5]

[Minion Card - Undead - Zombie/Maid]

[Taunt, Divine Shield]

[Battlecry: If Viola is in your hand or has been played, upgrade her hero power. If not, draw her up.]

Fang Qingyun focused his attention on the upgrade, and the Grimoire of Fate cooperated to show the effect of the upgrade: [When Viola uses a hero skill, the fusion target will gain an additional +1/+1]

The effect feels strong, but not particularly strong. I don't know how it works, but at least it's a directional draw card that can quickly get started with Viola, and the two affixes can effectively protect Fang Qingyun, so that he won't be left with a blank slate after the fight, losing the rhythm and the initiative.

The remaining piece of armor was Fang Qingyun's own reward. The lava-like curse on his body was removed after he passed the level and transformed into his strength.

[To be honest, for those who clear the level with one life, the effect of removing the curse is the strongest, and the effect of the birth equipment is tied with not losing a life. Many people, out of greed, overestimate themselves, and choose to take risks before completing the level with one life. As a result, accidents happen when trying to clear the level with the last life, and they kill themselves.]

"What is the effect of this thing? Is it used in reality?"

[Yes, this thing has a very good effect. If we use card terms, it means: give a follower +3 health and heavy armor 3, and make its attack power equal to its health]

"Tell me something I can understand. Also, what does Heavy Armor 3 mean?"

[You will understand when I show you its attributes. Heavy Armor 3 means that when you face damage from a follower, the damage caused by the opponent will be reduced by 3 points. If it is less than 3 points, no damage will be caused. Unfortunately, Heavy Armor has no resistance to damage caused by spell cards.]

[The effect of this armor is also very simple. It turns you, an ordinary person, into a tough guy who can arm wrestle with Wesker. Even Tyson would have to get slapped. It also has extremely strong defense and force-dissipating capabilities, although it is ineffective against spells.]

[Hell Lava Armor (Orange Quality)]

[In reality, your physical fitness is improved. If you are regarded as a follower card, you will gain +3 health and heavy armor 3, and your attack power will be equal to your health.]

[No effect in the game]

"Then can I imitate the old man in KFC and tear off my shirt to fight him?"

[Indeed, but be careful. This thing will not only increase your health, but it will also increase your attack power, that is, your muscles. Don't kill someone with a single punch.]

"Let's not talk about these for now. Where is my armor?" Fang Qingyun rubbed his hands.

[It will automatically integrate into your body, so you don’t need to wear it to enjoy the bonus directly]

"Can you give me some reference for damage less than three points? I'm really unsure when you say that."

[As for sharp weapons... ordinary swords will only cut your muscles. You won't know what advanced swords are even if I tell you. You don't know much about Tarkov, so I can't explain it to you in detail. You just think that you are a heavy-armored fearless warrior. Except for a very small number of submachine gun bullets, some rifle bullets and ammunition with higher lethality, other bullets can't penetrate the armor and absorb kinetic energy. Those ammunition can only produce sparks on your body, but if you use advanced ammunition, they will penetrate it.]

“It sounds pretty crisp.”

[Don't look down on modern weapons. One shot from this thing can knock someone down. If you get hit by a car, a 1.5-ton sedan hitting you at 50 kilometers per hour will not cause any harm to you.]

"Then can I stand here, stretch out my legs, and make a mark on the front of the car?" Fang Qingyun imagined that when the time comes, he would stand in front of the car, just like Jason wearing a hockey mask, and if any car dared to hit him, he would destroy it.

[Forget it, this thing only guarantees your defense, not increases your own weight. You will be hit as far as you are supposed to be hit, but you won't be hurt. Don't be stupid and go head-to-head with the entrance to the second dimension. You will die anyway if it falls on you.]

"Have I really left that world now? The kind that I can never go back to?" Fang Qingyun asked. He didn't hold out much hope of being able to go back, but if he could come and go freely, he would have to be a little more careful... maybe someone would sneak in by then.

【You will find out if you continue reading】

Chapter 46, I am invincible, you can do whatever you want, who will be Ya Zongyi in the next world?

"Okay then, by the way...what are my current attributes when converted into followers?"

[4-4 body, with a super meat shield of heavy armor 3. Except for spell attacks, melee is basically invincible at the same level]

"So my initial body type was 1-1? Is it that shabby?"

[What do you think? Normal people have a 1-1 combat power. If they encounter a 2-2 follower summoned in the real world, they will be killed violently. Unless you have trained your body to be able to kill a dragon with one hand, don't expect to fight most followers head-on.]

Well, anyway, this equipment still enhances Fang Qingyun's survivability. He doesn't have to worry about being quietly assassinated or strangled to death in his bed. He can now twist the assassin's head off with his bare hands the moment he tries to strangle him. Even the assassin's rope may not be effective against him, because strangling him will automatically be judged as an attack, thus triggering the armor's defensive function, making it impossible to strangle his neck.

"Then how do I wear this armor?"

[You have put it on. It has replaced your curse. Now the lava blocks on your body have disappeared. When you want it to appear, it will automatically emerge. Even if it does not appear at other times, it still has defensive and strengthening abilities.]

"Then what's the point of manifesting? Anyway, even if I don't manifest, I still have the ability to defend and strengthen."

[Maybe it's to help you avoid attracting attention. Being low-key is always a good thing. Or maybe it's to let you show off your patterns? Anyway, when you leave this space, your body will be transformed when you return. You will know when you try it yourself.]

After finishing the discussion on the use of armor, Fang Qingyun looked through the final reward. It must be said that after reading it, Fang Qingyun found that this document was the most useful, at least he thought so.

That document is actually a certificate of ownership, which marks the property rights of hell. In other words, the entire hell is now under the control of Fang Qingyun. He can freely allocate the resources and arrange the manpower inside, including the huge portal that can connect to other times. If you want to pass through this huge portal, you need the consent of the master of hell, Fang Qingyun himself.

Now Fang Qingyun has his own force, which is equivalent to having a portable space with hell inside. When he wants to mobilize people, he just needs to communicate and troops will come out through the hell portal. The magic power is generated by the portal itself, and the magic power of the portal is drawn from the holy weapon. After rounding it off, it is equivalent to Fang Qingyun getting an army for free.

That’s not all. The free allocation of resources means that Fang Qingyun can research and develop and produce those forbidden mixtures on his own. When those synthetic zombies are no longer enemies, their reliable advantages are revealed: there are a large number of them, they are produced quickly, and after being beaten into a pile of rotten meat, they can even be recycled... This is too environmentally friendly. They are the best soldiers and bodyguards.

When your infantry can be wholesaled and measured by price, it means that they are excellent consumables.

On the other hand, creating more zombies also means more cards, at least allowing your cards to cooperate with each other.

Although all of his follower cards now basically have the "zombie" race, there is no coordination between the follower cards, and it all depends on the quality of the follower cards themselves. Now that he has this "license", Fang Qingyun can shoot arrows and draw targets, and create new zombies according to the cards he needs.

For example, if Fang Qingyun needs a zombie card that can draw cards, he can create a zombie carrying a large amount of supplies through hell and name it, so that he can get a card face. Then he can fine-tune the attributes and effects according to the card face. This is equivalent to giving Fang Qingyun the ability to DIY his own cards. Although he needs to take an indirect path, he has also gotten rid of the dilemma of relying on luck at the beginning.

[Clear Zombie Army 4 Death War +30000]

[Kill the shampooer zombie X20+2000]

[Defeat the Hell Machine +8000]

【From Carl +3000】