"You..." The little man was stunned.
Compared with the remaining five transfer stations, the situation in Haihe is indeed much more dangerous. Mad Angel relied on its huge size to occupy the central white tower and the mall first, and cut off everyone's supply of props. A-level props are not common cabbage, and more than 85% of players are still using them. With the support of one-time B-level props and the loss of control of the mall, they all became empty-handed blank slates with nothing but attributes.
In this case, the dk and the Inquisition stationed there could only adopt a strategy of fighting while retreating, trying their best to move the defenseless players out. The search team sent was also composed of six people in three columns, so that they could barely escape from the attack. The ferocious ghost's men retrieved several players.
For example, today, they finally discovered He Qin's lone figure near the edge of the wasteland, and had to break through with difficulty because they accidentally attracted the attention of a monster dormant in the mist.
… Now that he’s talking like this, why shouldn’t we come to rescue him
He was just stunned for a blink of an eye. The man in front of him, who had a tall figure but a frivolous tone, had already jumped into the air, like a wild leopard killing an antelope. The light of his sword penetrated the sky and the earth, and thunder and blizzards rained down from the plains. ! Wherever the sharp edge went, the ferocious evil ghost that surged up like a tide was slashed into the ground with a knife, and then burst out with a wail of broken spirits, blasting out nearly a hundred miles of cracked earth!
The nearby heavy fog, which seemed to have lasted for thousands of years, was instantly diluted to only a faint ethereal white color, lingering weakly on the silent battlefield.
Everyone stood still, staring blankly at the scene in front of them.
The wind blew gently, and the fog squirmed. The evil ghost army that was watching eagerly died cleanly, not even a scum was left. The piercing screams, battlefield artillery fire, and the hoarse roars of his companions only lasted for an instant, and the deathly silence like a cemetery only lasted for an instant. In the extreme silence, they even felt like they were still in a dream.
One second it was life and death, and the next second nothing happened. These eighteen people were still loading ammunition, deploying barriers, and holding medicine bottles in their mouths. Some people didn't even realize what was happening. They were ready to fight hard. The object is already dead.
The big-eyed girl opened her mouth and grabbed a handful of silver bullets in her hand. After a long stalemate, one of them couldn't hold up, so she slowly squeezed it out from between her sweaty fingers, finally creating a sudden There was a gap, and then it bounced crisply on the gravel floor, making all eighteen people tremble.
He Qin lowered the tip of the knife casually, narrowed his golden eyes, looked into the depths of the mist that diluted most of it, and roughly estimated the distance.
"Why are you still standing there?" He withdrew his gaze and said casually, "Go back quickly. The fog will gather again until the mad angel dies."
As he spoke, he held the knife and raised his legs to leave.
"...Wait...!" The little man woke up from a dream, and finally howled, rolling and crawling out of the team's circle formation, "...Wait, stay, wait, ちょっとって! Warriors, don't leave! !”
He Qin stopped, turned his head, and looked carelessly, as if he was overlooking everything below him. The little man didn't dare to lean any further. He coughed and anxiously prepared his words.
He Qin said: "Crazy Angel has been killed by you several times. The six-hour cooling time is not enough for you to supply props and evacuate the players?"
The implication of these words made the little man choke. He rubbed his hands, knowing that he must hug the thick thigh in front of him, hug him tightly! However, I have no way of knowing his identity, so naturally I can't... wait.
He thought he had guessed who the hidden man in front of him was.
"Please help us." He took a deep breath and said sincerely, his spine tired and slightly arched in humility. At the same time, other players also collected their equipment one after another, and slowly gathered around with the smell of gunpowder smoke all over their bodies.
He Qin glanced across their faces and said nothing.
"The Mad Angel occupies the central white tower. Its size is several times larger than in the game, and even if it is killed, it will not receive system rewards. Every day, we have to spend a lot of manpower and material resources, and the inventory resources are spent like burning... "The little man said with difficulty, "If DK can't hold on, the heresy trial will be even more difficult. The mechanical legion is almost exhausted, but there are more and more players trapped here..."
He Qin laughed: "You still have some strength, why don't you run away first?"
The girl with big eyes looked at him, her eyes widened to cover up the redness, and she said honestly: "Because too many people died! Too many people! They died!"
He Qin sheathed his sword and didn't speak for a while.
"In any case, the Uncanny Valley still follows the operating principles of Nova City," he said. "Dead players, their data remnants will enter the other world..."
This is not actually the case. The spirits of those who died here have been truly wiped out, and there will be no way to recover them.
But since these people have the courage to face death and redeem others with themselves, it doesn't matter if they tell a harmless lie.
"... No way," a man wearing glasses said softly. The battle and the splashing smoke made the color of the lenses smeared into a ball, making it almost impossible to tell whether they were lenses or sunglasses. "They can't enter the other world. ”
"Why?" He Qin asked.
"Because their corpses," the girl on the other side, whose face and fingers were dirty, pulled down her scarf, "will never turn into white light again."
He Qin's eyebrows jumped.
… The inner world was closed by the Holy Nun, or in other words, artificially occupied.
—Muspelheim.
He turned around completely, spread his fingers as slender as bamboo bones, and pulled the left and right sides of his cheeks. With a slight force, he took off the dark mask, revealing a deep and handsome face that looked like a god or a devil.
"So, let me introduce you again," his thumb rubbed the handle of the knife constantly, with a smile on his lips, "No one sleeps, He Qin. Now, take me to see Hua Ying."
"The third column of attackers, attack from the right wing now! Attack! I will lead the people to kill from the left wing!"
"Captain, what are you doing, Commander!"
"It's too dangerous, come back quickly!!"
There was an earth-shattering thunder, and the Mad Angel's body was huge. He grabbed the white tower that went straight into the sky, and let out a crazy roar!
There were dense explosions of sparks in the sky and on the ground. Thousands of unmanned mechanical birds flew around Mad Angel. The tail ends of small missiles erupted with vicious white smoke, bombarding the boss's millions of eyeballs that erupted with lasers. ; A team of dog-shaped mechanical scouts charged quickly from under the hooves of the black goat. The gliders on their backs reorganized and ejected the nano-bombs that flashed red light. They used a suicide attack route to decisively hit the target and exploded wildly. The angel staggered to the side and roared furiously, causing the ground to tremble!
Huaying was covered in flowing soft armor, and a pair of smooth metal wings spread out from his back. When flapping, he made a whistling sound. He led a row of hundreds of mechanical birds and flew towards the left wing of Mad Angel, which was unprepared. Guan Zhiyu and Qiu Boyi looked anxious as they followed him up from the ground and jumped into the sky.
"It's too dangerous, stop!"
"You don't want your life! It can slap you out in one blow, come back quickly!!"
Two people, one on the left and one on the right, rushed to Hua Ying's side and loudly dissuaded him. Hua Ying gritted his teeth and shouted back, unwilling to be outdone: "The mechanical army has been exhausted. Today is the deadline. You must get the refresh time to enter the mall. supply!!"
"Is supplies more important, or is your life more important?!" Qiu Boyi roared, "Come down quickly, don't be impulsive!"
Hua Ying shouted: "Don't worry! This level is not enough to break my soul!"
"..." Guan Zhiyu collapsed: "Now is not the time to show off with silver quotes, stop it quickly, leader!!"
In the command center on the ground, Richardson Gary looked cold and solemn, and the red hair hanging down the side of his face was like a slowly burning gloomy flame.
In Fire of the World, Zheng Youge's identity is very conspicuous, because he is one of the rare necromancers with top rankings in strength, but in DK, his existence has become commonplace and disappears from everyone.
—Because DK is an exclusive guild for mysterious players. It brings together almost all the most sophisticated necromancers, necromancers, corpse exorcists, Gu masters, ghost cultivators, shamans... and more unknown professions. It is precisely because of this that they can only rely on mere A team of one hundred people supports the main battlefield of the entire fourth transfer station.
In front of Richardson, a strange crystal ball floated gently.
Its outer wall is extremely brittle, and if the wind blows even slightly, its outer skin will tremble with ripples, like a huge soap bubble. The red-haired German stared at it intently, ignoring the roar of artillery fire in the fierce battle around him. His thin lips moved slightly and he spoke a brief syllable.
Mixed with soil and blood, the remains of the mechanical scout that was blown to pieces suddenly bounced up, regrouped and condensed in mid-air. The claws were ferocious, blood and rust were mottled, and the body was covered with twisted and sharp jagged fragments, like a strange product returned from hell. —They are both man-made machines and resurrected products. This is the highest state that black magic can currently achieve: even destroyed inanimate substances can be resurrected!
But this is not Richardson's exclusive weapon, the Crystal Skull, after all. It is just a temporary prop that he remade in the Uncanny Valley. Even if these mechanical scouts are summoned back to the outside world, they can only be used once.
At the back of the battlefield, more than a hundred players of mysterious professions stood scattered. Facing another wave of vicious ghosts released by the Mad Angel, each showed their magical powers. The Eight Immortals crossed the sea and all raised up a giant array that covered the sky and the sun. His color changed, and the sound of wind and thunder could not be heard. One of the players made a move, and the magic circle gradually compressed and became smaller, condensing into the shape of a shadowy flag. Tens of ghosts cried in unison, and blood spurted out, instantly dyeing half of the battlefield into a misery like a dark purgatory. situation!
"What the hell?" A woman with silver bracelets and hairpins and blood-stained red lips turned her head dissatisfied, her silver jewelry jingled, and a glistening scorpion quickly wormed its way from her shoulder to her cuffs, "It's ugly and ugly. Quarrel!"
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The player who was fighting with his hands chuckled: "Last time it was your Ten Thousand Poison Cauldron, and the last time it was his Bone Dragon Black Cavalry, this time it can't be my turn to use the Falling Soul Banner? Gah, Ten Thousand Poison Cauldron is not noisy. When it comes to biting one’s own family members, that’s not ambiguous!”
"You!" The woman was about to have a fit when the hooded player next to her said, "Stop arguing! As long as we can solve the problem, we can't just let the people from the Inquisition contribute, right?"
The woman was angrily and patient. The player who had previously quarreled with her had put away his careless expression, his eyes were stern, and he shouted: "Go!"
The Soul-Destroying Banner formed by gathering the strength of hundreds of people shines brightly. In the gloomy wind and mist, the Yin soldier ghosts wearing broken armors ride on skeleton war horses, waving broken flags and swords, roaring out like a torrent, and the opposite side breaks through the mechanical corps. The army of evil spirits collided in one place!
One side flashed with red and black light, and the other side was enveloped in white mist. The man sneered and said: "We are all dead, so why not get up and serve me together!"
The black and red light was like a rapidly infected and multiplied fungus, instantly eating away a large area of white. The engulfed Li Gui stood up again, mixed with the Yin soldiers' camp, and turned towards the direction of the mad angel to kill them.
Hua Ying was flying in mid-air. Qiu Boyi and Guan Zhiyu had no choice but to capture the formation for him. The hundreds of mechanical birds soared past the huge palm struck by the mad angel, and a dozen of them failed to escape, turning into a burst of sparks between its indestructible fingers.
"Support me!" Huaying yelled, carrying a plasma rapid-fire cannon on his shoulder and flying towards the boss's childlike face, "Look, I'll blind it with one shot!!"
Qiu Boyi released dozens of miniature mechanical birds in the shape of paper cranes, and quickly arranged them into a pulse protective shield in front of him and Guan Zhiyu. Guan Zhiyu held a lightsaber in his hand. The two of them had a tacit understanding. Before the buffer time passed, one took one with him, The Crazy Angel slashed his sword from behind. The sword was so powerful that it exploded all over the dense eyeballs on its back, and black blood spurted out!
The mad angel roared loudly and slapped his arm hard. The two people could not avoid it. They were about to be whipped into a shooting star in the sky. Suddenly, two figures came out of the diagonal stab, like flying swifts, carrying them lightly and quickly. They flew high into the sky and barely missed this fatal blow.
"Xiao Shu?!" Guan Zhiyu looked back and saw twelve identical Xue Wenshu flapping their yellow wings, like angels of judgment descending from the clouds, looking down at them.
"I'm here to help you." Xue Wenshu said.
Qiu Boyi flapped his wings, adjusted his body in the air, and said in surprise: "But your body has not recovered yet..."
"It's just about dividing it into twelve," another Xue Wenshu said, "I can do it, no problem."
Further away at the foot of the mountain, He Qin stood with a knife in his hand, squinting at the battle situation.
Support from players is continuously gathering here, like a blood transfusion, supporting the broken heart of this capital. The little man rubbed his palms together, anxiously waiting for the answer from the number one in the world.
"...No." He Qin said, "I don't need to take action this time."
One meal for eighteen people.
"Although this game is about to end, you can still go and help your president and relieve him of some pressure." He Qin said, "I'll forget it. Stealing people's heads is too rude."
The author has something to say: There was a small bug in the previous chapter, which has been corrected.
And, there is one more thing... I didn’t want to talk about it here at first, but now, I feel I have to say it: writing a long novel is a very labor-intensive thing, and I have locked and revised the article in the past two months. , which consumes too much of my energy.
In addition to updating, the reversal of the extra story drags me down; I have to change it over and over again, and I have to worry every day about whether I can pass the chapters that have been locked for two months; as well as my studies for the postgraduate entrance examination; the change of residence, moving back and forth... A friend asked me why I didn't The daily update is coming, and you ask me when I will be able to update the extras. What should I say? That I have entered a period of exhaustion and burnout, that I am out of breath every day, and that my eyelids are fighting every time I write a paragraph, and my waist and back are aching
I don’t know when I will be able to recover, I don’t know.