Lord of Plenty

That afternoon, what was played in the spirit shelter was no longer a declaration of friendship, but scenes of players fighting bravely against the zombies.

In this game that excessively pursues realism, monsters do not explode gold coins, and even the materials have to be identified and stripped by the players themselves, let alone explosive equipment.

If you want equipment, you have to either scavenge or buy it from NPC shops. The cost is quite high, and it is often difficult to buy the weapons you like.

Therefore, under the temptation of an arsenal of advanced equipment, the players burst out with 200% enthusiasm.

Seeing those weird zombie clans made me even more enthusiastic than seeing my own game couple.

Many players have already fought over a lone zombie clan.

Even Lang Bai, who was driving his armor around in the sky to reap harvests, couldn't help but sigh. If these game geeks could devote half of their enthusiasm for fighting monsters to finding a girlfriend, how many singles would there be in the world? .

The melodious and charming Siren's song fills the blood-red filthy land. Whenever the zombies are gathered to a certain number, the bombs buried underneath will explode.

The magic conches in the system mall have been wiped out by players. This magic prop must be purchased to attract the wandering zombies.

Simply recording the sound and playing it back has no effect.

Fortunately, such small props are not expensive, and ordinary players can buy a few, and bombs are provided by the shelter.

Just the experience gained from killing those zombie clans is enough for players to get their money back.

This is a good way to level up, and smart players will not miss it.

Swish, brush, brush~

A stream of pale pink light shuttled through the zombies affected by the explosion. Many zombies with residual blood fell in pieces like wheat harvested by a scythe, unable to fight back.

Finally, the pink stream of light flew back to the owner's shoulder. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a pale pink mantis no bigger than a fist.

The head has strange horny protrusions like a flower, the pale pink body has a pair of folded membranous wings, and the specialized sickle limbs glow with a metallic luster, making them look like predatory weapons.

Despite its small head and body, it is a jungle death god as famous as the Shadow Spider.

Unlike the evil monsters like the Shadow Spider, which likes to eat the bones of its victims, the victims often have their souls returned to the underworld before they even realize the existence of the Flower-faced Therago.

The only thing the two have in common is the extremely low survival rate after an encounter.

She was promoted to half a level just by gaining experience, and the queen couldn't help but be speechless:

"It would be great to have a high-level magic pet baby.

Without even having to take any action myself, the experience has skyrocketed, which is more than what my liver can gain in one day.

When I have money in the future, I will buy one too. No, buy two! "

"If you return two, I'll take the money from that black shop. No matter how many gold coins you have in your hand, it won't be enough to fill the prize pool."

"Lao Xu is not short of money. He has money both in and out of games."

"Don't be so bitter. If you can complete the hidden mission and earn so many abundance points, you can also earn so much money from Team Xiatu.

Without Lao Xu and the others, it is still unknown whether this Third Pure Land could be established as a capital. "

"Did I say anything? I just sighed."

"In other words, ordinary high-level magic pets are not so powerful, right? They haven't reached adulthood yet."

"It seems that the strength of dragon species is a small level higher than that of ordinary monsters. Some of them can even defeat higher monsters with lower levels. Therefore, high-level dragon species are rarer and more valuable than ordinary high-level monsters."

"Xiao Bai is so lucky, tsk tsk.

Maybe all the big prizes in the egg betting shop have been drawn out. "

"What's your name, Xiaobai? I'll give you some face, right? Call me Sister Bai.

No, it should be called Mr. Bai! "

Jiang Xiaobai, who was still a little proud at first, became closer to the color of the bottom of the pot the more he listened.

After being the red carp player and the reshaper of heavenly principles, she now has another nickname, the mastermind of the spirit world.

Please don't call me boss. I haven't been a big sister for many years.

What a mess, throw it down!

"Crow~"

The Purple Dark Raven flapped its brilliant dark purple wings that were difficult to distinguish with human eyes, and made a warning call in the air.

Under the hard training of the master, the big player, Ziming Raven has reached adulthood and has grown to the level of a second-level monster.

It is two meters tall, and its wingspan is one and a half times its body length. The big player is sitting on it as if he is flying a small glider.

However, even if the mid-level monsters were surrounded by hundreds of zombies, they would not get much benefit, and the big players did not go out to harvest the zombies like Jiang Xiaobai's Flower-faced Therasaurus.

[Big Player] said seriously:

"Stop making trouble, a big fish is coming."

[Xu Niangniang] joked:

"There are green carp, red carp and donkey here. I wonder which big fish you are talking about?"

"It's not that salted fish in the sky anyway. Come to work quickly."

The largest zombie tribe within a kilometer around the Spirit Man Sanctuary, the Scorpion-tailed Mandrill.

This is a kind of terrifying corpse race with infinite strength and poisonous nature. It is half beast and half insect, with strong defense and agile movements.

Low-level zombies usually wander alone in the wilderness, and only food can bring them together.

Instead, high-level zombie clans will appear in "families" as a unit, and will be led and commanded by the third-level peak "parent" or the fourth-level quasi-zombie king "big head".

This kind of high-level zombie tribe is often the main force responsible for the fall of spirit shelters.

Thousands of them would appear together at any time, and a large number of low-level zombies would be used as cannon fodder, causing a bloody disaster.

If the Holy Mountain of Flesh and Blood moves out, the red poisonous fog will completely cover the sky, and the Corpse King, whose strength is close to the semi-god level, will personally lead the charge.

Dozens of patriarchs and their high-level Corpse Clan families will attack together, and the gathered Corpse Tide will be enough to crush all enemies standing in front of the Holy Mountain of Flesh and Blood.

The Spiritual Civilization, which is so powerful that it is almost impossible to self-destruct from within, fell under such a bloody disaster.

The technology of the Spiritual People is very powerful, but they have no way to deal with the natural enemies they have cultivated with their own hands.

It can also be said that the Spiritual People have ruined themselves.

You can survive if you are punished by heaven, but you cannot survive if you are punished by yourself.

That's right, the Corpse Clan is the natural enemy of the Spiritual People, and almost all of their abilities are the opposite of the Spiritual People, or are specifically designed to restrain the Spiritual People.

The highly spiritualized body of the Holy Corpse allows the Corpse Clan to ignore the Spiritual Technology that the Spiritual People are most proud of. The extremely deadly spiritualization to the Spiritual People will instead promote the evolution of the Corpse Clan.

What can't kill me will only make me stronger and stronger.

The spirits are in this dilemma where no matter which choice they make, it is wrong.

Other weapons, conventional thermal weapons are useful against low-level corpses, but not so effective against high-level corpses.

And the spirit armor, a powerful weapon that almost gathers all the most advanced technologies of the spirits, is theoretically enough to threaten the high-level corpses at the level of the head of the family.

However, what is even more embarrassing is that the spirits can make the spirit armor, but the spirits themselves cannot use it.

The reason is that the spirits are too fragile.

Even those spirit warriors who have been strengthened by genetic drugs have only reached the average level of low-level corpses in terms of physical strength.

Even if they are protected in the cockpit, the strong vibration aftermath caused by the entanglement with the high-level corpses is enough to stun or even kill the armor driver.

This does not count the strange bloodline abilities mastered by the corpses.

If you are entangled by four or five high-level corpses, the final result can only be that the spirit armor is like a tin can that is difficult to open, but sooner or later the corpses will tear it apart and take out the "meat worms" inside.

If it is a melee, the corpses' attacks will have additional damage to the spirits, which can be simply described as a critical hit.

Wherever the Holy Mountain passes, the soil is corrupted, the water source is polluted, and the air is poisonous, and these are all specialized toxins for the spirits and even all the native species in this world.

If you don't wear a full set of purification isolation suits, even a spirit warrior can't survive in such a terrible environment for an hour.

There is no way, who let the spirits feed the flesh trees with their own flesh and blood for hundreds of years.

The originally omnivorous flesh trees are almost fed into carnivorous plants that only consume the flesh and blood of the spirits.

If not against you, who?

Even the corpses hatched after evolving into the Holy Blood Giant Tree think that the flesh and blood of the spirits are more delicious.

The reward for catching and sacrificing it to the Holy Mountain will be better than sacrificing other creatures.

Kun had previously felt outside the starry sky that the Gaia will of this planet was collapsing, and another more twisted and extreme will was gradually rising.

When the last spirit in this world also perishes, this world will no longer be a spirit world, but a world of the Holy Corpse Clan.

The demise of the spirit world is basically a foregone conclusion, and no one can change it, because the environment has changed.

This world has been transformed and is no longer suitable for the survival of spirits.

Originally, the normal evolution of this world would be seven holy mountains on seven continents competing for the position of the Lord of the World.

The Holy Blood Giant Tree is very exclusive, and will not let go even of its own kind. It is their instinct to eat all the creatures they can see.

When all the lives in this world are eaten up, the only ones left to eat are those powerful same kind.

At that time, the Holy Blood Giant Tree that wins in the end will be upgraded to the World Tree, the only God.

All life evolution is my evolution, and all the flow of the world is my flow.

The world is me, and I am the world!

Until a certain great wizard who was causing trouble quietly planted the eighth Holy Blood Giant Tree in this world, and the eighth Holy Mountain was born.

The direction of the world became confusing, and even the spirits had a glimmer of hope.

Although it is still difficult to save the world, at least they can continue to exist in this world.

This is enough for the spirits who are in danger of losing their lives.

The scorpion-tailed Xiao corpse tribe is led by a third-level peak "parent". It is a high-level corpse tribe hatched by the native Holy Blood Giant Tree of Beihong Continent. It is cruel and cunning.

Unlike the Holy Blood Giant Tree of Xilan Continent, which prefers to hatch corpse tribes with spirits as the main sample, this one in Beihong Continent prefers a combination of beasts and insects.

Scorpion-tailed Xiao, cloth-armored pig, green cockroach soul owl, thousand-legged rattlesnake...

The high-level corpse tribe is inferior in wisdom, but its vitality is more tenacious and more difficult to kill.