I Am on the Battlefield of All Races, and One Billion People Help Me Become a God

Traveling through the battlefield of the lords of all races, Lin Feng fell into the poisonous miasma of the abyss and was on the verge of death at the beginning. The novice's protective shield is about to be broken, and the system forces him to give up his soul and become an undead wanderer. Others awaken mythical units and unparalleled combat power at the beginning, and kill everyone on the battlefield. The only talent he awakened was actually a [Chronic Mailbox] that can only open micro wormholes three times a day? On his deathbed, he wrote a tearful letter. Together with the high-dimensional energy core that he desperately picked up, he sent it to Blue Star's sister. While others were still fighting for their lives against the Zerg with wooden spears, he set up a six-barreled Gatling, and the metal storm instantly crushed the insect swarm into pulp; while others were fighting for half a piece of moldy wild fruit, he monopolized the entire server market and harvested massive crystal cores; when the alien gods came with an army of millions, they regarded humans as ants to be slaughtered. All races are trembling under the gunfire!