My players are so fierce

Chapter 1249 1247. If you really don’t understand the way of nature, this little girl knows a little bit about fists and kicks.

"The power of filth is spreading. The tower that seals the Black Holy Grail is moving from dreams to reality. Once it completely enters the material world, it means that the dream seal will become invalid. By then, the filth carried by the Holy Grail will no longer be suppressed. La."

On the nightmare platform of the Deadwood Tower, the Watcher's sharp blade shone like a torch and continuously cut off the filthy mud pouring in from all around. Ms. Natalie used her skillful martial arts to cut off these materialized pollutions, while being like a ball. The NPCs in the battle also shouted loudly to the surrounding players who were fighting fiercely:

"We must consume it as much as possible, if we can destroy it"

"Bang"

As soon as he finished speaking, a ball of fire burst out from the position of the rotten altar in front.

It looked like a scene where a huge amount of explosives were detonated at close range. Brigadier General Frazier, who launched the attack, flew out of the dancing fire. He rolled twice on the ground in embarrassment and jumped again. He got up and wiped the black ash from his face.

However, the Black Holy Grail on the rotten altar in front managed to survive this almost zero-range blast of burning gold without any damage. It was obvious that there was some kind of power higher than reality protecting this filthy thing.

"No, there is no way to destroy it before that protective power is removed."

The very fierce brigadier sighed and said:

"It's hard to even get close. That ghost thing seems to be directly connected to the subspace. As long as it gets close, it will disturb the mind. All my symbionts will tremble when they get close. I suspect that this thing is probably related to Dagon. related.

At least this dream is definitely related to the evil god. "

"Use this!"

Amber, who was wearing an exoskeleton, rushed over and handed the Gray Knight Holy Blade Arbiter, which had broken just before the battle started, to Fraser. She said:

"Your symbiotic creature allows you to withstand mental destruction. Only you can get close to it without being affected. Use it to stab that dangerous thing a few times, even if it causes a little more effective damage."

"No! No, the problem now is the source!"

Player Psychic Master Cheche, who has been dealing with dirty forces for a long time, also put forward constructive suggestions.

This guy is holding a high-speed rotating blood psionic aggregate in one hand, throwing it around like two groups of scarlet spiral pills. When it lands, it triggers a corrosive explosion of blood psionic energy to support the brothers in their battles everywhere.

He took the time to fly to the NPC and shouted:

"Based on the content of "Thirty-three Chapters on Chaos" compiled by Archduke Hathor, I can basically judge that the Black Holy Grail is just a relay point for some kind of supernatural symbolic power in the material world. Even if you destroy the Holy Grail, it won't change this. The fixed mapping relationship between the two may lead to the supernatural filth to erupt more violently in an uncontrolled manner.

At present, the tower has not completely entered the material world, which means that the seal in Ms. Casper's dream is still useful, and it has not reached the most desperate stage yet!

The most important thing now is to figure out what is connected to the 'opposite' side of this Black Holy Grail!

The connection between the two must be cut off immediately to avoid more extreme consequences after destroying it.”

"Damn it! Cheche, when did you know so much?"

The giant shark, which had just frantically slashed several big chaos monsters, was just about to start slashing when he heard Che Che's lofty remarks. He was stunned and he exclaimed:

"Did you take the exam for a doctorate in psychic abilities in the game behind our backs? You are so smooth-talking, you want to take the postgraduate entrance exam!"

"Bullshit, who is not making progress? Who are you looking down on?"

Cheche quickly formed seals with his hands with a look of displeasure on his face. In fact, he was using the "Secret Technique" of the Midnight Faction developed by the eldest lady to release a wider range of psychic spells.

As he formed the wind seal like speaking Braille, a stream of scarlet light rotated and gathered into a dragon-shaped monster, and then used a "deep breath" gesture to spit out spiritual energy towards the entire platform filled with filthy monsters.

From this hand alone, you can tell that the once funny Cheche is now a very qualified fort mage. However, this guy specializes in midnight evocation spells, which makes his battery life a bit poor. After using a few big moves, he He was exhausted of his spiritual energy, but fortunately Cheche was still a part-time magic swordsman. Without his spiritual energy, he simply pulled out his cool one-handed chain sword and rushed forward to kill monsters with the giant shark.

This is how he fights. He uses the vampire's blood-recovery talent to accumulate a wave of psychic energy and then unleashes a big move.

While fighting, he also shouted to the NPCs:

"Remember what I just said, first find what is on the other side! This is really important. Wait, I feel the movement of psychic energy, the space is tearing, and something is coming!

quick!

Brothers in the middle of the platform, get out of the way!

The Astral Dimension Slash is coming! "

Almost a few seconds after Cheche's warning, a flickering dark lightning suddenly tore through the sky above the filthy nightmare.

The wave of light like the dimensional slash shattered this nightmare realm and created it in an instant. Then, amid Cheche's screams of surprise, the halfling psychic master Granny Bach and several others who had met several times were heard. The human psychic master makes a strong appearance.

These serious "violent masters" used standard elemental reaction moves as soon as they started. A blizzard swept the entire place and then followed with three consecutive fire attacks. The ice was melted into water by the fire and was struck by Granny Bach's lightning storm. Under the control, an entire platform of filthy monsters will be pulled into electromagnetic paralysis.

Finally, a Songhai spellcaster wearing psionicist robes holds up the staff and praises the sun.

The next moment, the scorching purifying power spread out in all directions like the dawn, freeing players and NPCs from being surrounded by filthy things in the background of dancing ashes.

"We are here to support the battle on Glamour Island under the command of King Louis! Warriors of Transia, don't panic. Lord Sim, the leader of the Tower of Rings, has entered the depths of the dream to support your companions and rescue Casper. Miss."

Little Granny Bach said loudly:

"Everyone, hold on here! The outer positions are also supported by the psychic soldiers we brought. Today's disaster on Gramamo Island must not spread to the outside world!"

"Mother-in-law, you guys arrived just in time. Look, we've entered the second stage immediately."

Cheche licked his face and flew to Little Bach's Granny to flatter him. As a very outstanding psionic master representative among the players, Cheche always valued his personal friendship with the NPC Psychic Master. Little Bach's Granny also smiled at him. She smiled, and then gave a few instructions in a low voice, asking Cheche to temporarily serve as an assistant to assist her in casting spells to inflict more powerful enhanced states on the players present.

But just as Cheche said, perhaps sensing the escalation of power in the inner battle, the evil objects gathered from the Black Holy Grail in front of him roared upwards, causing more black mud-like filth to gather and form around him.

This time it's even more exaggerated.

Those weird black muds that can change their appearance at will like slimes shape themselves into the appearance of the Holy Son of Dagon and various crazy sea beasts. At the beginning, an even more exaggerated lightning storm sweeps towards the player, killing a group of melee fighters. The beating made me cry for father and mother.

"Mother-in-law, what is the relationship between this guy and Dagon?"

Cheche asked:

"I'm a shallow person and can't see through it. You always keep your eyes open. Isn't this the Holy Grail of Avalon that has been contaminated by the Father of Fish? Isn't this a standard NTR plot?"

"Obviously, I don't understand your alien metaphor, but it's hard to say there is any relationship between the two."

Little Granny Bach shook her head.

She swung her iconic halfling ponytail, raised her mechanical staff, and smashed the two Sun Flames forward. As the hot stream of light flew away, the psychic master squinted his eyes and looked at the Black Holy Grail on the decaying altar.

She used her precise spellcasting as a master of manipulation to continuously cut off the traces of filthy psychic energy, causing those weird filth objects to collapse like sand castles hit by the tide, and explained in a low voice:

"This nightmare realm that envelopes Gramamo Island is indeed the work of Dagon, but the corruption of the Holy Grail has nothing to do with Father Fish. The evil god must be eager to obtain such filthy power to pollute the material world, but it stems from Ms. Casper and the undead on the island. Despite their strict defense, the fish-man god has not succeeded yet.

This thing is connected to another power in the astral realm.

It does have something to do with Avalon!

I can even feel a hint of natural distortion of pain and loss of despair hidden in these filthy powers. This must be when the desperate defenders prayed for something for strength when Gramamo Island fell eight years ago.

The latter responded to them generously, but it was not the salvation they wanted.

Perhaps Ms. Casper, trapped in the maze of nightmares, knows more truth and answers."

At the same time, in the deeper maze of this dreamland intertwined with reality, Little Rich Brother and his summons were blocked in the deepest area of ​​the maze filled with filthy power.

This "dream within a dream" scene is horrifying.

It is not composed of ordinary walls or energy barriers, but rather nodes composed of wooden piles wrapped with black pollution.

Each wooden stake is bound to a wailing soul wearing old religious robes, like an indescribable cult scene. When Little Rich walks through the maze passage, the trapped souls will scream loudly. Intimidate him.

This ghost place is full of hostility and malice. What's even worse is that it is not a maze built on a flat surface, but a cage body shaped in a strange way in three-dimensional space.

This means that all methods used to solve the maze are ineffective here.

Little Rich Brother's whole body was covered in wounds, and there were more than a dozen negative statuses on his character panel. He was almost exhausted after fighting all the way here.

Fortunately, he was an excellent astral summoner and had a group of summons to help him fight. However, he was very lucky. He almost never took any detours along the way. He successfully saw through the misguidance of various filthy things and arrived in the shortest time. Where Ms. Casper was trapped.

It wasn't until he met Ms. Casper that Little Rich finally understood why the elf archdruid, that is, the cyber female ghost, had to find him as her "contact person."

"You cunning fellow!"

Brother Xiaofu scolded the elf druid girl in front of him, whose body was entangled with black filthy power and bound to the ground in a very forbidden posture:

"You know that I have Dahei as my summon, and you know that only I can come to you by relying on the Minotaur's innate sensitivity to the maze and his talent of not going astray. I thought I was so special."

"You are all special, warriors, I am not lying about that."

Having been trapped in a nightmare for eight years, Ms. Casper was very thin but could still see that her charm was still there and said feebly:

"You can call me a cunning person, but can you rescue me first? The Black Holy Grail is fighting back. It wants to bury us all. You are here, so help me."

"whispering sound"

Brother Rich stepped forward unhappily and grabbed the long-haired Druid's arm, trying to tear away the filthy thorns that were entangled and pierced into the flesh of her arm.

But it's hard to do.

These completely non-physical black vines were almost cut into Ms. Casper’s flesh and blood. Just from the horrific wounds, you can tell what kind of life this woman has been living in the past eight years, but just as a child When Brother Fu drew his weapon and cut the thorns, the summons behind him issued a low warning.

The manticore made a pounce action, while the tauren war spirit grabbed the underworld battle ax picked up in the desert.

In front of General Hengha's eyes is black mud that is constantly rolling in. Just from its appearance, which is as sticky as oil, it can make people feel extremely uncomfortable. Even though they are in a dream, this thing is still full of stimulating energy. The stench.

"How did you seal the Black Holy Grail back then?"

Brother Xiaofu asked nervously and surprised:

"The giant shark told me that the Black Holy Grail is as dangerous as an evil god, but you are just an ordinary golden druid, right?"

"Huh? Is it a weird tradition of you Transians to use 'ordinary' to describe a Golden One?"

Ms. Casper was still in the mood to joke. After Little Rich cut open the thorn on her right hand, the weak elf lay half of her body on Little Rich's shoulder. She closed her eyes weakly and gasped. Then he whispered in Little Rich Brother’s ear:

“But your suspicions are correct.

It is true that my followers and I alone were unable to restrain and seal the Black Holy Grail, which was on the verge of a disaster at that time. The truth is that I used the power of the Fish Father, who was bound to win the Black Holy Grail, and used Dagon to exert it. This seal was woven out of the nightmare on the ruins of Glamour Island.

Therefore, the principle of this place is really the internal struggle between two evils, in which I only played a small and insignificant role.

All I can say is that I am not only brave but also very lucky.

careful!

Here they come, hiding behind me! "

The moment Little Rich Man cut the thorn in Caspar's left hand open, he was protected behind him by the Archdruid.

The weak lady just escaped from the restraints and followed the two summoned beasts with bare hands to fight against the filthy thing. Under the eyes of Little Rich Brother, the great druid who had been trapped for eight years neither changed into a bear nor remained unchanged. The tiger just called on the power of nature to wrap its fists with thorns, and then followed up with a smooth combo of heavy punches from the Four Elephants Sect, blasting several balls of mud in succession before being knocked back a few steps.

"F*ck! You. How can you be so good at fighting?"

Little Rich Brother screamed like a chicken. Casper, who was beaten back, turned around and was about to smile, but she spit out blood first. She wiped the corner of her mouth and said weakly:

"What? Haven't you seen the elf archdruid who works as a legendary monk? Now, you saw it today."

"boom"

At this critical moment, a bolt of astral lightning accurately shot from the periphery of the maze. When it landed, it turned into a dense lightning-like spiritual storm that swept across the passage. When Little Rich held his head, he felt the pain of his mind being crushed. , that weird and terrifying power easily defeated all the filthy things that followed.

Amid this awesome movement, Sim, the undead man holding a bone staff and wearing a mask, slowly walked into the maze of nightmares. This prestigious spiritual master did not waste time. He glanced at the man who was being supported by Little Rich Brother. Ms. Casper got up and said seriously:

"Tell me! Druid, er, monk! Do you know where the Black Holy Grail's foul power comes from?"

"Of course, I know."

Seeing this big boss appear, Casper breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"That's why I came to Grammo Island. When the island was destroyed by war, I felt the horror of the God of Nature. When I got here, I discovered that the last group of fanatic believers of the old religion wanted to save their Holy land, I prayed for strength to an object that could never be prayed to.

Afidashir, the dead astral giant tree.

The Black Holy Grail completed its symbolic binding with it, and the sad power that symbolized the demise of the star realm entered the material world in such a destructive manner.

This thing is not chaos, sir.

It just looks similar, but it's actually two different things from chaos.

It is the dying pain of a plane, symbolizing the tragedy of the Astral Plane being devoured by the Warp.

If we want to destroy the Black Holy Grail, we must destroy the giant trees in the astral world, but that is something we cannot do at all. Please take me out of the dream. I will pray to the Mother of the Forest for strength, and God will descend here to solve this problem. "

"Ahem, two mistakes."

The little rich man who was supporting Caspar said in a low voice:

"First, the Mother of the Forest is gone, and now is the time when the Oak Father is in power. Second, just because you can't do it doesn't mean that others can't do it.

Teacher Murphy!

Did you hear it all? Come and help! "

——

"The super-dimensional targeting of the God's Scepter system has been deployed! The target is: the giant tree of death in the Broken Star Boundary, the body of Afidashir, with a three-minute countdown to launch."

In front of the launch pad of the Origin Pioneer, Murphy looked at the activated Scepter of God in front of him and glanced at the forward position calculation on his calculation orb.

He is still almost two hours away from Grammo Island, but it doesn't matter. Now that the culprit has been identified, he only needs to carry out a super-precise killing strike.

But before launch, Murphy had one last question.

He raised his head, looked at the invisible thing above his head, and asked:

"Can you give me an explanation?"

"This is not something I planned, Mr. Murphy."

The helpless voice of the Oak Father sounded, and he explained:

"When the astral realm was broken, my body died, and when the frontier contract was completed, my symbolic connection with the Afidasil tree was suppressed to the lowest level. Perhaps my dead body has its own plans.

In short, please help it rest in peace."