My players are so fierce

Chapter 273 272. The "Battle of Under Armor Hills" raid begins! No requirements, anyone who can breathe will come!

The CG from when Cadman City was destroyed by the astral world is still hanging in the forum’s high-quality posts. Basically every young player has browsed that thing more than once before entering the game.

But the CG was a disaster scene shot from a long distance. Although it looked spectacular, it felt like it lacked the shock of close observation.

Especially the stream of light from the stars at night is ignited into a dark purple by the wild spiritual energy, just like an ever-expanding balloon that finally bursts under step by step squeeze, and spreads millions of filthy spiritual energy into the material world. .

The sky was torn.

It was as if a second astral creation had been opened in the material world of Transia.

The scene of destruction that followed was very similar to the destructive explosion when a large number of aerial bombs crashed into the ground. The same wild shock wave was accompanied by the shaking of the earth and the weird roar that ripped apart the eardrums.

The light that rose up afterward showed an ominous purple-black color. Of course, this scene was also inseparable from the brutality and madness of several dimensional meteorites falling from the sky and smashing into the earth with purple wildfire. It was the fatal accompaniment when the foreign disaster appeared before our eyes.

The energy release of the astral tearing that occurred in the Jackal camp was not even one-tenth of what it was when Cadman City was engulfed. Therefore, the torn astral rift lasted for a long time under the double squeeze of the material world and the astral world. It only took less than fifteen seconds to slowly heal.

From this point of view, Tris is worthy of being the master of psychic energy. She has accurately estimated the size and power of the big explosion before casting the spell.

But the problem is, first of all, the Gnoll Camp is nowhere near as huge as Cadman City.

Secondly, Murphy and the 140 young players are not as far away as they were the last time they watched the star world tear apart.

Their teleportation point is just outside the central area of ​​the Jackal camp, less than 1,500 meters away from the core of the psychic collision that tears apart the astral world.

This is the "extreme safe zone" calculated by Tris.

Here they will not be harmed by the dimensional meteorites that are attached when the astral realm is torn apart, nor will they be pulled into the astral rift due to the first wave of impact and rapid collapse of the astral spiritual energy.

Murphy was well prepared and opened his huge blood wings at the moment when Star Boundary Tear was successfully released. Like two staggered shields blocking his body, the first wave of bursting psychic shock and energy release had no impact. Even his hair was not messed up.

But other young players don't have this sense of self-protection.

They widened their eyes and witnessed the entire process of the astral tear from brewing to erupting at this extreme distance.

When they saw with their own eyes the billowing purple psychic smoke sweeping over like an exploding storm dotted with tiny lightning bolts, they screamed, raised their shields or simply covered their eyes.

"Fuck!"

"Ah, my dog ​​is going blind."

"Why am I being put into three negative states all at once!"

Amidst the strange screams and wails, the astral manticore next to you snarled and stepped forward to open its bat-like black wings. It enjoyed the wild and filthy wind from its hometown very much. In the chaotic dance of the cloud mane, this giant beast from the star realm raised its head and roared.

It was so happy that even the black scorpion barb on its tail swayed.

Ah, it’s up!

This is the smell of my hometown. I really want to bathe in this comfortable filthy wind, chew off a few fresh hearts, and use a few jackal heads to drink.

"Ooooooooooo"

Accompanying the excitement of the astral manticore is the low and distant howl of the wolf.

Under the impact of the astral spiritual energy, Murphy's giant wolf George lowered his body and rushed out of the active astral whirlpool. This area with active astral spiritual energy in front of him is the best home ground for the astral summoner. Murphy only needs to spend one-third of his usual spiritual energy to complete the extension summoning technique, and the effect is better than on other occasions. More astral wolves are summoned by extension. The flickering of those shimmering star points represents One by one, wolves jumped from the astral world into the material world.

They howled one after another and rushed into the spreading astral shadow ahead. George, as the temporary leader wolf, led his pack of more than 40 members and rushed in ahead of the little players who were staggered by the wind of the astral world. In a chaotic area almost completely shrouded in the shadow of filth.

Life in the material world will be weakened in it, but these astral creatures can walk as freely as they hunt in their hometown.

The core camp directly affected by the torn astral realm is like a triple complex environment of storm, wildfire and night, reducing visual visibility to a very dangerous level.

Due to the vampire's perception of life, Murphy could easily calculate that the 15 seconds of astral tearing had swept away at least 3000-4000 elite jackals. The array they arranged here was too dense.

This is equivalent to killing at least a quarter of the elites that Ken Porter arranged in the camp at once. I hope those jackal cubs' 'journey' in the star realm can be more pleasant.

But they are certainly lucky.

Even death is instantaneous and painless, and their compatriots who remain in the torn zone of the material world may not be so lucky.

Murphy flapped his wings to let himself rise into the air. He held Necessary Evil and glanced back. The jackals in the outer areas behind him were already about to pounce to kill these uninvited guests.

But the sudden burst of astral tearing severely hit the hearts of these barbarians, making them stand there one by one as if they had experienced a cruel divine punishment. The mist of the astral realm that followed had dispersed.

This shadow that is difficult to dispel and the despair derivatives that constantly pour out from it will make them even more helpless.

They no longer need to be worried about.

After all, no gnoll dared to brave the ominous purple flames that were still burning on the ruins on the ground to rush towards the vampire raiding army that came with the "God's Punishment".

"Come with me! Kill every jackal you see!"

Murphy's voice is clearly transmitted to the ears of every young player through the calculation orb.

In such a complex psychic environment, things like computational orbs should be disturbed, but the "player system" derived from a simple replica of the administrator system is very subtle and still maintains a fairly reliable operation in this environment.

Murphy didn't think this was the ability of the calculation orb itself. It was definitely his administrator system that "added some ingredients" to it. But with his order, the second team copy "Decisive Battle" in the real alien game "Under Armor Hills" officially kicked off.

The vampire lord, who was under pressure, took the lead and rushed into the camp shrouded in astral spiritual energy, just as he rushed into the ruins of the city against the storm when Cadman City was destroyed.

His heart was as cold as iron, and he was ready to go on a killing spree.

The eyes flashed with blood, and the sharp canine teeth bared out, even the blood thirst that vampires depended on for survival was ready to be activated at any time.

He knew that what he was going to face was an army of elite gnolls from the entire Transia region gathered by Ken Porter. Although these bastards were not as troublesome as Wolfsbane vampires, they could not be dismissed casually. opponent.

There was bound to be a tough battle today, and although Murphy resisted indulging in blood-draining, the situation was such that he could no longer show mercy.

Maybe today he will become a truly bloodthirsty dark being, maybe today he will taste the beauty of blood and let himself slide down the path of countless vampires into the abyss of midnight.

This is the breaking of taboos.

That means that unknown risks will quietly emerge, and this alone puts a lot of pressure on Murphy. After all, as the governor of Transia who has not yet secured his position, he has enough things to worry about now.

It would be too bad if something went wrong with the body again.

However, when Murphy rushed into the battlefield, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have thought too much, because he seemed to have underestimated the impact of the spiritual energy washout caused by the tearing of the astral world on the jackals.

"Ah, it hurts. Kill me!"

The gnoll barbarian whose soul was ignited by the filthy spiritual energy lay miserably on the ground, with purple flames burning above its eyes like a greedy ghost.

It is the power of the filthy mind that is destroying its spirit.

Although he was not seriously injured, he crawled out of the tent flattened by the psychic storm like a dying man. When he saw Murphy flapping his wings and falling, the green life that should have been the enemy's life appeared. But his eyes reflected a touch of relief.

It stretched out its claws.

Tremblingly, he stretched out his hand to Murphy and howled:

"Please! Kill me!"

Murphy ignored the enemy's pleas for mercy. He amplified his vampire senses and felt his surroundings again.

There were very few survivors among the crushed tents within 30 meters of where he stood. Purple psychic flames were burning in strange ways in the shadows, and there were strange and uninjured bodies all over the place. Dry bones.

Even these gnoll barbarians who were lucky to survive suffered from both physical and mental torture, because the foul spiritual energy was tearing apart their already chaotic and savage spirits.

Guys who have spent the first half of their lives as bandits cannot have a firm will at all. How can such a completely defenseless soul maintain a rational existence when faced with the erosion of filthy power.

Let alone strengthen your mind to fight back?

Murphy ignored the large-scale "spiritual storm" that would accompany the flushing of spiritual energy from the astral world. At this moment, he looked at the wolf man soldiers wailing for death at his feet, and he suddenly thought of the huge number of Cards who died in the sewers. Manchester City resident.

They had no wounds on their bodies just like these jackal barbarians in front of them, but they were still dead, as if their souls had been taken away by invisible ghosts.

But in fact, it's not.

This is a super-wide Sc check that comes with the huge filthy spiritual energy pouring down at the moment when the astral rift opens. The effective range is all the areas directly affected by the entire grand spell, and the miserable end if Sc fails is right in front of you.

The fragile will will be directly torn apart by the wild astral spiritual energy.

Even if they survive the first wave, there will be a steady stream of subsequent mental shocks, which will wear away their sanity and make them fall into irresistible madness. Although they will not die, the pain on the mental level is more unbearable than the tearing of the physical body.

Compared with this kind of invisible but cruel killing, the energy explosion and shock wave when the grand spell broke out, as well as the direct impact of the dimensional meteorite pulled down from the star realm, were nothing.

The vampire lord's expression became strange.

He realized that although he had personally experienced the disaster in Cadman City, he, an "ignorant" summoner, did not seem to have a thorough understanding of the art of astral tearing. It was no wonder that Tris and Femis were The attitude when deciding to implement this tactic will be so serious

They are all excellent psionicists.

They know exactly what will happen here after they cast the spell!

"Well, my friend, of course I will relieve you of this cruel pain. That's why I'm here."

Murphy leaned down and held the furry head of the screaming Jackal barbarian below in a "gentle" gesture. He saw the chaotic light in the other person's eyes covering and surging.

This means that the spirit of this life has been shaken.

Compared to the pain it endured physically, its spirit was returning to nothingness.

If Murphy left it alone, this guy would most likely not die, but turning into a crazy vampire like the one in the Blood Vulture Corridor would be its final destination.

As a benevolent lord, Murphy didn't want to see such a thing happen, so he raised his knife and took off the head of the jackal barbarian with the buzz of necessary evil.

He clearly heard the moan of relief as the guy took his last breath.

Tsk tsk, even death is regarded as a kind of relief. It seems that the war he started today has really committed an unforgivable and horrific sin.

"Go ahead."

Murphy loosened his fingers and let the bloodthirsty magic sword swish like a greedy snake and fly into the dark battlefield filled with the shadows of the stars ahead.

He casually threw away the Jackal's head in his hand, then pulled out the Cold Fang Blade on the other side of his waist, and held the Miser's hunting crossbow in his hand.

As the blood wings flapped, Murphy levitated again.

The pressure was gone from his bloody eyes.

He knew that this tactical adventure had seriously tilted the balance of victory, and he only needed to let go of the hunt to win a victory for his city and his people that was originally considered almost impossible.

"Calm down, it's just a group of jackals, how difficult can this be?"

Murphy said to himself, trying to calm down his fiery heart. However, he knew the value of this victory, so naturally he could not hide the smile that appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"You'd better not be so relaxed"

The eldest lady Femis's voice sounded from behind.

Holding the Night Howl Staff in her hand, she has entered a full fighting posture. The scarlet psychic energy has turned into a thorn spear and suspended on both sides of her body. It can be targeted by the psychic master at any time and projected out to pierce the enemy.

This is obviously a very sophisticated psychic manipulation, and in the other hand of the eldest lady, there is a ball of accumulated electric arcs, which is psychic lightning that is ready to go out.

She flapped her wings and said to Murphy:

"Guys whose spirits can be broken by astral spiritual energy are not something to be wary of, but Ken Porter's core elite probably won't be wiped out so easily.

Especially Ken Porter himself.

It comes from the Dark Mountains. I have heard from veterans of the Blood Alliance Knights who have been fighting against gnolls all year round. Their hunting priests have their own way to protect their minds.

Even protect your own army from psychic spells. "

"I know what you mean, and I'm looking forward to it too."

Murphy nodded and looked at the dead silence ahead, and said:

“After all, victory would be too boring if it comes too easily, and an unchallenging battle would be a kind of torture even for the winner.

However, I didn’t realize how much psychological pressure you and Tris were under until I saw this with my own eyes. Does releasing this dehumanizing spell make you feel uneasy? "

Femis didn't answer immediately.

She looked at Murphy with a subtle look, and after a few seconds, she said:

“First of all, I am not human, I have no such thing as humanity.

Secondly, our enemy is the Jackal. If Astral Tear could be released at will anywhere and cause such glorious results, would you believe it? Lord Paying would have used Astral Tear to destroy the entire Dark Mountain Range from top to bottom. Tail plow once?

No, Murphy, we don't have any psychological pressure.

The biggest hidden danger for Tris and I in formulating this adventure plan is that we are worried about the impact that opening the astral rift three times in a short period of time will have on the ecology of Transia.

It will certainly not lead to the extinction of all things, but it will definitely bring some fundamental changes to this land.

This is our hometown after all.

As for the life and death of these jackals

Sorry, we vampires don't have that much kindness left for them, what? Do you feel heartache? Murphy, you are really a sensitive and kind-hearted midnight child. "

"Kind?"

Murphy said gloomily:

"Why are you humiliating me like this? You know what that word means in our people, right?"

"Yes I know."

The eldest lady showed a mysterious smile and said:

"And what I want to express is what you imagine at this time, Murphy, you are not even as ruthless as your warriors. By the standards of a vampire, you are really unqualified."