"The world battlefield has begun... Powerful people from all the major guilds, prove the power of your guild to the world!"
When Mo Shigui led the Leaping Nuclear Group into the First Hospital area, a dark purple prompt with a burning flame special effect appeared in front of him.
This line of prompts also came with a silhouette of a giant dragon breathing fire. At the same time, two new windows popped up in Mo Shigui's sight.
"World Battlefield Guild Output Contribution Value
1. Gray Eye Club: 94611
2. Abyss Temple: 71231
3. Howling South Wind: 61432
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Is this a world-class dungeon? Mo Shigui looked at the monster, the End Dragon, which occupied the entire first area from afar.
Its size is 1.5 times larger than that of the Cinder Dragon, and it is impossible for players to hit its head.
Mo Shigui could only see the players from various guilds rolling around frantically in its belly and under its sharp claws, chopping its dragon tail with weapons, or frantically giving the End Dragon a pedicure and massaging its belly.
After trying it for a while, the End Dragon said that the effect was great, so it roared and used a dragon breath to send it to the holy spirits who were giving it a pedicure.
Below this window is also a personal output contribution value for the world battlefield, and the highest one at present is Zanxin.
"I'm sorry, Lao Song! You came to play this time! This is our territory."
Zanxin and his Abyss Temple Guild have occupied the best output point of the End Dragon, and the areas around the End Dragon have basically been located by other guilds.
However, before Canxin could finish his words, the four shield warriors in the front row of their guild died because they could not withstand the abyss corrosion from the Doom Dragon.
"Join forces?" Mo Shigui did not give Canxin any space to answer when he asked him.
He raised the black iron shield in his hand, switched to defensive mode, and rushed straight towards the End Dragon.
"Fuck! I really want to beat you up together and put you in the chat room!"
Canxin looked at the members of Leaping Nuclear who ran past him. The players of Leaping Nuclear were worthy of being the number one guild in the Holy Spirit. When the shield warriors of the Abyss Temple were killed, Mo Shigui led the five shield warriors of his own guild to fight back.
"Hurry! This Doomsday Dragon has a damage stacking BUFF!"
The moment Mo Shigui approached the Dragon of the End, a negative BUFF instantly appeared on his body.
"Abyssal Corrosion: A layer of Abyssal Blood is added every second. For every layer of Abyssal Blood, flesh and blood tissue grows on the surface of the equipment, and the damage taken from the End Dragon increases by 2%."
This BUFF did not surprise Mo Shigui. Most powerful monsters in the game have skills specifically targeting tanks, and this skill of the Doom Dragon is relatively easy to deal with.
All it would take is one tank rotation, but the problem is... they're behind the Claw of the End Dragon.
A large number of spiked tentacles grow on the body of the End Dragon. These tentacles will bind players who want to escape and tear them into the body of the End Dragon.
"Zanxin, how many tanks do you have?" The moment Mo Shigui stabbed the heel of the End Dragon with his sword, he realized that this world-class monster was not like the lord monsters on Brand Island.
A single guild would never be able to defeat it! It would take at least two or even four guilds working together to kill this world-class monster.
"Why should I listen to you? Seven main tanks, 130,000 HP, 3,200 defense, and four sub-tanks! I've sent their IDs!"
When Zanshin saw the tentacles growing from the End Dragon's body suddenly grab McDonald's coffee, who was poking the End Dragon's heel with a small spear, he realized that now was not the time to fight.
"Oh my god! The McCafé boss is dead again!"
"Fuck... He was eaten by the dragon's body. This BOSS is so pitiful."
"It didn't eat it all. The dragon spit out the tombstone of the McCafé boss."
"You pig-headed nannies, hurry up and pull me!"
"The first echelon tanks are swapping! Weicui, Anemia, and Xiami will take my place!"
Mo Shigui silently counted the layers of Abyss Corrosion on his body. When the damage caused by the End Dragon to him increased by 50%, the main tanks of the Abyss Temple replaced them under his command.
While Mo Shigui was retreating, the spiked tentacles extending from the End Dragon's body tried to grab him, but they were all cut off by his sword... However, one shield warrior was still entangled by the spiked tentacles and was pulled towards the End Dragon's twisted body.
A gunner in the guild fired a laser cannon to cut off the spiked tentacles, but a player from the Temple of the Abyss was not able to escape as he was caught by the spiked tentacles of the Doom Dragon and dragged into its body.
In less than five seconds, the player turned into a tombstone and was spit out by the body of the Doom Dragon.
What Mo Shigui found most difficult was that... after the End Dragon ate the player, the flesh and blood tissue under its abdomen rotted and dripped a pool of sticky mucus made of flesh and blood. This mass of mucus gradually took the shape of a human.
"Abyssal Creature, Level: 51, Ordinary Creature, HP: 14241/14241."
With only 10,000 HP, it is very easy to deal with, but the problem is... these monsters will increase in number as more players die.
"Save the large-scale destructive skills! Wait for my command to release them!" Mo Shigui looked at the tail part of the Doomsday Dragon on the other side. That was the area that Coke Mania was in charge of. He could see a large number of abyss creatures gathering there from a distance.
Mo Shigui could only pray that those passers-by players would not mess around in this world-class lord conquest war, but at this moment, the End Dragon suddenly waved its forelimbs and slammed down to the ground.
Its powerful forelimbs directly smashed the ground and buried its sharp claws into the ground, and then... the ground suddenly began to shake.
"Watch your step!" Mo Shigui shouted to all the guild members.
A large number of thorny tentacles suddenly emerged from the ground. Their damage was not high, but they destroyed the formations originally prepared by the major guilds.
Among them, the one who suffered the most tragically in this attack by the spiky tentacles was the Chenmeng Marriage Urging Committee, or the Black Wind Village.
"Are you okay, Boss?"
The swordsman of the strange sword was following Chen Meng and Coke Mania to chop off the dragon's tail of the End Dragon.
Black Wind Village is made up of a group of water friends. Organization and discipline do not exist in this guild.
"I'm fine... but don't you think this monster is disgusting? It makes me feel sick."
Chen Meng swung the sword in his hand and released a Soul-Eating Demon-Sealing Slash to cut off all the tentacles in front of him.
But when she looked at the Doomsday Dragon in the distance... the Doomsday Dragon's gradually twisted and rotten body made Chen Meng... feel a little sick.
"Really? Brother Meng, you played so many heavy VR games live before and you were so happy. This dragon is just child's play."
"Our Brother Meng is scared! Fans, play a war song to cheer up the big boss!"
Chen Meng listened to the booing of the netizens around her, and she could only smile bitterly, because Chen Meng was selling the persona of a tough big sister in the live broadcast.
Normally, if you say something like "I'm really sleepy, this thing is terrible, I can't stand it" etc., the viewers will treat it as a joke.
But this time, Chen Meng really felt a little nauseous. This feeling of nausea came not only from the heavy-tasting appearance of the End Dragon, but also from... 3D vertigo.
She was an elderly person, and just now she was accidentally hit by the spikes released by the End Dragon and flew into the sky and fell down.
The feeling gave her a severe case of 3D vertigo.
(End of this chapter)