The physical fitness scan actually involves entering strength, physique, and agility data, but Nie Weiyang did not cooperate with the scan. Instead, he filled out his own budget, checked the dozen-page safety compensation and liability exemption agreement, and chose to enter the data manually.

While vampires' anatomy is highly similar to humans, they can digest the energy in blood and convert it into vitality, even rapidly recovering from severe injuries. Naturally, their fundamental internal parameters are completely different. He didn't dare to scan the system even though it dared to make a request. It's a trap. Anyone who scans it will reveal their non-human ancestry, and the least they can do is for the city to stop providing services to them.

Nie Weiyang entered the customized operation interface.

In the New World, players receive substantial rewards for every boss challenge, with rewards doubled during a Blood Moon. Besides basic survival resources and fuel, Nie Weiyang now possesses seven Commendation Badges, 7 Ascension Crystals, and over 145 Silver Rings, the New World currency—a truly enormous sum.

Among them, commendation badges can be exchanged for limited-edition high-level weapons and equipment, and can even be exchanged for some randomly refreshed rare items. Sublimation crystals are used to obtain the right to purchase certain items, such as this vehicle customization. Silver rings are the currency required to redeem most goods and can be used to purchase supplies and props at vending machines. If combined with the other two currencies, vending machines can even be exchanged for some unexpected items, such as airplanes, shield machines, and even buildings that can stand up and attack people. However, those are astronomical figures, and 300,000 is not even a drop in the bucket compared to such figures.

Rather than exchanging everything, New World encourages people to research crafts and technologies on their own.

Nie Weiyang stared at the vehicle customization interface, thoughtful.

Cylinders, clutches, gearboxes... all components are named with codes consisting of letters and numbers, just like the city.

Nie Weiyang actually didn’t understand these things, but what is scary is never not understanding, but not learning if you don’t understand.

For the next few hours, he read the specifications, functional descriptions, and application examples of these components while testing them on motorcycles with different configurations in the custom system's built-in simulation test field, repeatedly simulating on-the-spot reactions in dangerous situations to see which configuration best suited his combat style. He even modified and upgraded the off-road bike, intending to return it to the two children when he returned to Lang City.

It was a child's thing, so he could just borrow it. He didn't want to keep it for himself, because the child cherished it so much that he would hug it when faced with a sudden change. Moreover, his battle intensity was too high and the places he had to go were too complicated. The bicycle was simply not suitable to be added to his list of spare mounts.

As the sun reached its zenith, a brand new motorcycle appeared in the custom workshop.

The bike was a low-key silver-black, heavily armored, with the thickest section of armor on the front even covered in cross-shaped spikes. It was much larger than a typical motorcycle, and when standing upright, its highest point exceeded the average height of an average person. Nie Weiyang was a full 1.91 meters tall, but when he stepped onto it, his feet barely touched the ground.

This is a steel behemoth that combines strength, speed and flexibility. It has reserved space for adding other components and modification and upgrading, and is also equipped with a large number of unnecessary functions.

Moreover, while ensuring safety as much as possible, its explosive acceleration and impact performance have been specially enhanced.

Nie Weiyang circled the motorcycle twice, then squatted down and stared at the muzzle-shaped dent in the middle of the bumper, which emitted a brilliant blue light. He smiled with satisfaction. He gently stroked the front of the motorcycle, like a knight stroking a horse or a hunter stroking his hound.

Now he can fully understand why there are so many people on earth who love motorcycles as much as they love their own lives.

A car that is made entirely for you, with almost no space left for others. It is your vehicle, your weapon, your shield, your closest comrade-in-arms... It goes through wind and rain with you, crosses long roads under the sunshine, takes you away from life, and carries you to pursue your dreams and unwilling fate... How can you not love this?

"From now on, we'll be dependent on each other." Nie Weiyang patted the front of the car. Even though this steel behemoth had no life, intelligence, or self, he bent down and introduced himself to it earnestly: "I'm Nie Weiyang, your knight."

Nie Weiyang climbed into the vehicle. On the vehicle name customization screen, he pondered for a moment, then suddenly revealed a wicked smile and typed three words into the name field: [Lucky Sign].

New world, buddy, here to give out lucky lottery tickets.

Look who is so lucky to get the close contact benefit!

……

Near dusk, the believers of the Return Sect arrived at the gate of City Voice.

"This is it."

The senior believer who led the team breathed a sigh of relief. This was also his first time to carry out such a mission, so he was not very confident.

"As long as we place the Lord's Blessing Beacon on the top floor of the signal tower, our mission will be accomplished." He quickened his pace and said, "Hurry up, we must leave 'City Voice' before dark."

The Return Sect was well prepared for the new world, and they naturally knew that pre-civilized cities were dangerous at two different levels during the day and at night. Although the changes that occurred with the alternation of day and night varied from city to city, C3510 was clearly one of the most dangerous.

"Messenger, is there any new news from the Bone Temple?" asked a senior believer.

Next to him, a believer who looked no different from any other ordinary believer raised his head. This person's mask was completely closed, and even his eyes were closed as if he was crying.

This is a 'Spirit Messenger', a profession that can transmit information through spiritual induction. Although it is not a special profession, the job requirements are quite special: the Spirit Messenger must be twins or male and female twins with similar personalities and mental states, and their hearts are also connected, so that they can exchange information with each other even when they are thousands of miles apart.

Moreover, the fact that the spirit messenger needs to be in a "similar mental state" means that if one party suffers a great shock or life-threatening situation, this resonant information transmission will be almost abolished, leaving only the individual's combat capability.

Therefore, while this profession wasn't unique and its combat effectiveness wasn't low, its numbers were extremely low. In the entire Return Sect, there were only three pairs of Spirit Messenger Masters—if there weren't special circumstances, normal twins would have preferred other professions, at least without these many restrictions.

The team leader himself did not expect that this mission would involve a spirit messenger, but this just shows the importance of this mission.

The higher-ups have entrusted him with such an important task...his future is bright!

Information raced through the team leader's mind, and the Spirit Messenger spoke, a soft female voice. "The Bone Sacrifice Court has informed us that we have arrived at the location of Mission 3510, while Target has not yet left C. We should remain vigilant, cautious, and prioritize Mission ."

"Sir, after entering the City Sound, my perception has been blocked..."

The leader nodded. "Relax, messenger of the gods. The filthy, unblessed creatures of the previous civilization are trying to control this space, but it doesn't matter. Once the great Lord's blessing arrives, this tower, blessed by the gods, will become one of our greatest aids."

Their mission is to place a blessing beacon to allow the Lord to gain control of the city voice of C3510, and by the way kill the second target, the strongest person in the new world named by the Lord, a motorcycle knight - Nie Weiyang.

Among the eighteen people present, he himself was a [Divine Gifter], accompanied by a [Spirit Control Messenger], and the others could all be considered [Spirit Shapers]...

They are using a series of deadly moves targeting the mind and soul, and are preparing to compete with the so-called strongest person in the new world!

The team leader pressed the elevator door several times, his face gradually darkening amidst the humming prayers: "Why won't this elevator open? Is it broken?"

"Or... should we take the stairs?" the Spirit Messenger said weakly.

The leader snorted a little, but turned around and walked up the stairs obediently.

Among ten thousand ways to die, how can being close to a lucky number not be considered good luck?

-

I consulted a lot with my motorcycle enthusiast friends to write this book. I'm very grateful to Mr. Huo for all his suggestions, which helped me realize my romantic dream (what kind of dream!!) of a paladin riding a motorcycle to kill enemies...

Everyone has something that they particularly like and want to see!

For example, I really want to see the Paladin driving a motorcycle through the darkness to separate the enemy and the friend, and let the front of the motorcycle make close contact with the enemy's face!

(I’ve stopped pretending at this point!)

Chapter 78 Come on, Mr. Nie!

The followers of the Reversion Cult were indeed a force that ordinary people could not contend with. However, as a group of spellcasters, asking them to hike an unknown distance and then climb twenty or so floors was probably a bit too much for them.

"This... one floor... why is it so high..."

Some believers stopped praying and chanting, climbing up panting and groaning. The leader, supported by several gray spirits, with most of his weight resting on them, floated lightly upward. He glanced at the believer indifferently, frightening him into silence.

"This is a test from the gods," he said. "You know what you have to do."

"Yes." The believer had regained his composure, at least on the surface. Even though he was still exhausted, he murmured softly, "Honor the Lord's Word. All suffering in the world is refining fire, and all hatred in the world is the journey of the heart. Pain is the source of life. Only by accepting and enjoying pain can it be reduced. Believers help each other, and through these thorns, we can return to our true selves..."

He recited this weird thing disguised as normal with real emotion, and the others also listened with real emotion and lowered their heads to recite it.

The same is true for the team leader. His faith is much more devout than these people. After all, these people have only witnessed the divine power predicted by the Lord, while he has truly received the Lord's blessing.

Long before arriving in the New World, their Promised Land, he had felt the baptism of that vast and beautiful divine power. However, Earth was too dull to allow this great power to surge. Only after arriving in the New World did this power gradually awaken...

Now, he is getting closer to that great realm every day.

All the prices paid were worth it.

he thinks.

What did the so-called parents and children mean? Only self-improvement and merging into a truly great power was his destined path.

"Life is one long litany." He sighed softly, feeling his heart overflow with happiness. "In the end, we will return to the embrace of the gods..."

“Life is one long litany,” they whispered, feeling their hearts overflow with happiness. “Eventually, we will return to the embrace of the gods.”

Top floor, here we are.

The door to the observation deck was open, and the wind blew their black and red robes, causing the chains to clink. That sense of magnanimity also reached the leader, who briefly lost his composure, arms outstretched, and took a deep breath, gazing at the setting sun as it moved toward the horizon.

"What a wonderful new world..." His voice was filled with incomparable happiness. "This great new world, and the wind without any noise!"

He laughed and took out a box as big as a human head from his backpack. When he opened it, he found a skull inside.

"This is your final mission, baby." He caressed the skull lovingly, as if stroking a child's hair. "You finally got a perfect score on the test. This is a gift from the gods.

"Now……"

He held up the skull with both hands, and naturally other believers took the box down—

"...begin the beacon ceremony," he said.

Under the believers' longing and reverent gazes, a terrifying roar of an engine broke through the air, and a giant steel beast broke through the air and swept across the ground!

'boom--! ! ! ’

Bones were broken, flesh and blood splattered, and their bodies smashed through the glass partitions and the glass fences of the observation deck. The cultists flew out of the top floor of City Voice like flowers scattered by fairies.

Injured and falling due to weightlessness, the team leader panicked for a moment, screaming and waving his limbs in the air. Two seconds later, he remembered the skill, but the strong wind prevented him from calling out the name of the skill. He could only try his best to silently release several spirits, struggling to reduce the falling speed for himself, the spirit messenger and the three believers who were nearby.

He didn't even see who the attacker was or where he came from!

Who... who on earth set a trap for them? !

The other thirteen people slammed to the ground, shattered into a pulpy mess. The leader and four others landed together, the heavy impact still causing them to vomit blood, and they were unable to get up for a while. The huge drop made him howl in despair, his face briefly stretched like a wolf, a sign of the purified werewolf bloodline.

"Where's my daughter... Where's my daughter!!" He yelled and fumbled around, and the gray spirit scattered in search.

The skull was gone! It wasn't in his hand! His daughter! The daughter he had placed in the pool of blood!

"Baby? Baby!"

The leader shouted, and the spirit-controlling messenger next to him rushed over and held his hand: "Sir, we must first see who the enemy is!"

Enemy... yes, enemy.

The team leader took a deep breath and managed to regain his composure. He sat down on the ground with difficulty, took out a telescope from his backpack, and looked up at the sky above the tower.

It was getting dark, and darkness was invading from behind him. The lights of the city lights illuminated the half of the sky that was lit. Even under that light, broken glass pieces were still falling like rain in the sky.

A figure landed on the edge of the observation deck.

He was a tall young man with a shield on his left arm and a sword on his left waist. He was wearing silver light armor, his black windbreaker fluttered in the wind, and his short black and white hair moved slightly.

A pair of sunglasses concealed the man's expression, but the leader could see that the guy's right fingers gently supported a pale skull, and...

...and gave him a harmless smile.

……

"I'm going to kill him!!!!!" the leader roared.

His appearance completely transformed into that of a werewolf, and his limbs also began to change. The canine lower limbs hidden under his robes allowed him to stride forward.

"Sir!!!" the Spirit Messenger yelled, "It's getting dark, we have to leave!"

"No, we can't!" the leader roared, "That's the only beacon. If we can't get it back, our mission will fail!"

Mission failed...

The Spirit Messenger shuddered at the thought of this word. Not only because of the punishment for mission failure, but also because failure would disappoint the gods and the leader.

No, no, this won't work!