sbdcsierra Chapter 228 Eiffel Tower
Chapter 228 Eiffel Tower
Five days later.
Song Chen arrived at the Paris base city and stood at the city gate for a while.
The city wall is old, and the roadbed of the ring road has been transformed into defensive fortifications. The concrete is inlaid with steel bars and psionic array patterns. It is less than fifty meters high, which cannot compare with the eighty-meter-high steel behemoth wall in the capital, but it is sufficient.
On either side of the city gate crouched a European Union-standard psionic cannon, half of its paint peeled off, revealing a dark gray alloy shell underneath, with the muzzles pointing towards the wilderness across the Seine.
When the guards checked his identification, he handed over an electronic seal from the Great Xia Council.
The guard was a middle-aged man in his forties with a full beard. He scanned the signature three times with the scanner, then suddenly looked up at him, opened his mouth, and said in French, "A congressman? You're the one from the Arctic..."
Song Chen nodded, and the guard immediately threw the scanner on the table, stood up, gave a less-than-perfect salute, and said in heavily accented Bachian, "Welcome to Paris, Mr. Congressman."
He pulled the hood of his cloak down and went inside.
Over the past five days, Song Chen continued westward, traversing the dense forests of Transylvania, crossing the road network swallowed by wild grass on the Hungarian plains, and following the old course of the Danube River all the way to Vienna.
The city was completely gone, leaving only a few concrete skeletons trampled by the monsters.
He killed for five days, from Eastern Europe to Central Europe, and the strange beasts that chased him changed seven or eight times.
Mutant wolf packs in the Carpathian Mountains, giant bison on the Hungarian plains, two-headed bears in the Austrian forests, and mutated deer herds in the Black Forest of Germany…
The further west you go, the more diverse the types of strange beasts become, their shapes become more varied, and their fighting styles become more unfamiliar.
The numbers on the system panel changed to 50,000 health and 30,000 spirit.
Kill Points Balance: Five Million.
My blood and energy increased by more than 10,000, and my spirit increased by 20,000.
The efficiency of acquiring kill points is still very high, but Song Chen has already felt it is declining, and it no longer has the efficiency of tens of millions a day at the beginning.
At first, wherever he went, strange beasts would follow. The Sirius King's death order turned all the strange beasts on the land into his automatic food delivery service.
However, his efficiency has dropped significantly in the last two days. When he was in the Black Forest of Germany, a group of mutated deer sensed his presence from afar and actually turned and ran away.
The Sirius King's death order is losing its effectiveness, either because the kill order is slowly becoming ineffective, or because the beasts have already realized the cost of pursuing him.
Song Chen only hoped that the beast's frantic pursuit would last a little longer.
He shook his head, trying to stop thinking about it.
I then found a hotel, took a shower, and changed into clean clothes.
The Beiming Battle Armor had been worn for many days without being taken off, and the gaps between the armor plates were filled with the blood and bits of flesh from various strange beasts. The cleaning array had been operating at overload for so long that it had barely managed to decompose the outermost layer of blood shell clean.
Then he sat on the bed in the hotel room, opened the system panel, and stared at the upgrade prompt next to the kill points balance.
Kill count required for system main program upgrade: 100 million.
Even after all this time, this number still makes him feel somewhat dazed.
A kill count of 100 million is unlikely in the short term.
Moreover, such a large amount of killing points is enough to push one's Qi and Blood to the Grandmaster level, the sixth rank, with over 100,000 Qi and Blood, which is another level altogether.
System upgrades are a good thing, but what functions will be added after the upgrade, whether they can directly improve combat power, and whether it's worth saving 100 million for them are all unknowns.
Why not exchange the existing kill points for real health points first?
After reaching the Grandmaster level, you can accumulate more resources. The efficiency of a sixth-tier player fighting a fifth-tier player doubles, and accumulating 100 million resources is actually faster.
"Don't upgrade yet. Save up after you reach Tier 6. Saving up 100 million will definitely be much faster than now."
He said something to the air.
After lying down for a while, Song Chen picked up the Tianjun Blade and went out.
The hotel owner was an elderly woman in her sixties, wearing reading glasses, who asked him in French where he was going.
He replied with the Eiffel Tower in French, which he had learned on the road over the past few days.
The old lady grinned, revealing a gold-plated molar, and handed him a paper map: "Young man, you're the fifth person today to ask how to get to the Eiffel Tower. Everyone wants to see it. Go ahead, turn three streets and you'll see the spire."
Song Chen took the map and went out.
The streets of Paris are always narrow, and the buildings on both sides are mostly five or six-story Haussmann-style old buildings with beige exterior walls and gray-blue roofs. A few of the wrought iron balcony railings were bent by the aftershocks of the psionic cannon, but the overall structure was still intact.
The stone slabs on the road have been repeatedly repaired, with old slabs and new concrete interspersed, like an old garment with patches.
The pedestrians on the street were a mix of black and white skin. After the cataclysm, the borders of Europe were ravaged by monsters. Survivors of all nationalities crowded into a few base cities, with Paris being the largest of them.
Black children squat by the roadside playing chess with pebbles, an elderly white woman comes out of the market carrying a shopping basket, and several young soldiers in EU uniforms lean against the entrance of a coffee shop drinking espresso with submachine guns at their feet.
Recruitment posters are visible everywhere on the walls: "The Sirius King is dead, the final battle."
The image of Sirius on the poster is depicted as extremely ferocious, but he is already dead.
He walked through three streets, and the Eiffel Tower came into view at the edge of his field of vision.
It's a miracle that this iron tower is still standing.
The Eiffel Tower, over 300 meters high, stands on the banks of the Seine. Its gray-brown rust has been cleaned and a new layer of anti-rust paint has been applied, giving it a dull metallic sheen in the afternoon sun.
The plaza surrounding the tower has been transformed into a public rest area, with rows of wooden benches on the stone pavement. Some people sit on the benches eating bread, while others take photos of the tower with their phones.
A blue European Union flag with stars fluttered in the wind atop the tower.
There was a queue of about 20 or 30 people at the foot of the Eiffel Tower, waiting to take the elevator up to visit the tower.
A ticket seller in a yellow vest was calling out in French, "Last batch today, ten minutes left!"
Song Chen walked to the queue and stood there for a while. He looked at his knife, then at the couple in front of him who were hugging each other, and decided not to go.
Carrying a knife up the iron tower is a bit of an eyesore.
He sat down on a bench next to the Eiffel Tower, and the sounds around him flowed in like a river.
A fifth-tier ability user's mental strength far surpasses that of ordinary people; learning a new language is just a matter of listening for a few hours.
He listened to French radio broadcasts the whole way from Eastern Europe to Paris, and now he can hear every word clearly.
A middle-aged man in a plaid shirt sat on the bench next to him and said to his companion, "Have you heard? Sirius King is definitely dead. The news from Great Xia is that he was surrounded and killed by more than a dozen sixth-level beings."
His companion was a bald black man wearing the blue overalls of a sanitation worker in Paris, holding a half-eaten baguette.
The bald man grunted and mumbled through his noodles, "They said it was that councilor from Daxia who killed him, his name was Song something, he was only eighteen. When I was eighteen, I was still cleaning cannon barrels."
The plaid-clad man immediately corrected him: "His name is Song Chen, but he didn't kill him. He destroyed the Sirius King's logistics base. The Sirius King lost his son and was lured into the nuclear bomb trap by him, where a dozen or so Tier 6 beings surrounded and attacked him."
"Anyway, he deserves the most credit, and the European Union news even reported it."