My players are so fierce

Chapter 468 467. Give it a try and tear the flesh apart

"What did you say? The second and third layers of defense were ignited? Was it ignited by something? Was it a large-scale war spell summoned by vampire psionic masters?"

In Plague Town, the Flesh Tearer Warlock, who fell asleep early because of his age, was woken up by his panicked disciples. When he received a bolt from the blue, the Transians, who did not respect martial ethics, appeared without warning. Tonight was an attack on its defences.

And it's still a devastating attack.

This can be seen from the panic on his apprentice's ugly face. The scale of tonight's battle is no small matter.

However, Tear Flesh still couldn't understand why the Transians suddenly had such a level of battlefield destructive power. Before, they could only rely on the desperate repeated attacks of infantry to destroy their outer sentries.

"They used strange weapons!"

The gnoll warlock who came to report the news described it in his own confused language:

"Those vampires carried explosive bombs that could cause large-scale combustion on their backs. They made full use of their ability to fly and took off from the deep trench defense line outside the swamp, all the way across our outer layer.

Almost all the sentries along the way were bombed and set on fire.

Things happened so fast that our corpse witches and knights had no time to react.

And the weapons they use are not psychic items. The defensive spells we deployed at the sentry are very ineffective against those things. Those damn flames will not go out quickly after they are ignited.

They will attach themselves to our skeletons and zombies and burn them until they are incinerated until they lose their combat effectiveness.

They also have a very vicious "explosive bomb" that will not cause a burning explosion, but just like setting off fireworks, if a little bit sticks to it in the covered area, a skeleton warrior will lose its combat effectiveness.

Master Tear Meat!

Those cunning vampires have obviously developed corresponding weapons for our skeleton army, and we have suffered heavy losses! "

"Then what are you going to ask me to do for you?"

After hearing this description, Tranrou became very angry.

The jackal warlock said angrily:

"The situation is already like this. Can I summon meteorites all over the sky to smash them all to death? Bastard! Can I still get in touch with the corpse witches and knights on the second and third layers of defense?"

"Yes, but not much."

The warlock who reported the news shrank his head and said:

"Only 7 of the 45 Corpse Witches and Hades Knights we arranged on the second and third floors can still contact us. The rest have been captured alive or killed, and their souls have returned to their respective phylacteries. "

"In other words, most of the outer command structure has been destroyed?"

Tearing meat gave me another headache.

The current situation is very embarrassing.

Obviously there are still enough skeleton armies available on the periphery, and their power has not been destroyed much, but they just can't be commanded.

It's like a giant that has been lobotomized. It still has the power to sweep across the earth, but it can only lie in its own nest in an aggrieved vegetative state, letting the damn ants around them come up and humiliate them.

Of course, the Flesh Tearer can use the Plague Warlock Tower to accurately issue orders to the Skeleton Army in a certain area. When necessary, it can even rely on the assistance of the Mage Tower to play a guest role as the "Lich King" and replace the subordinate command with its own will. The nodes regrouped the skeleton army to launch a counterattack.

But it can't do that now.

For one thing, performing this operation requires the flesh-tearer to make itself part of the spell, and it cannot leave the manipulation core until the end of the war.

This will make Tear Flesh a living target at this stage.

To be honest, it doesn't believe that its ambitious apprentices will let go of this "good opportunity". Maybe the moment it enters the control technique, it will be attacked by these bastards. No, no, maybe, its apprentices are real. You can do such a thing!

Secondly, theoretically speaking, all the power in the entire Plague Town has been "sold" to "explorers" by tearing flesh, and whether the people here live or die has nothing to do with it.

This allowed Shroud to look at everything calmly from a third-party perspective that "has nothing to do with him."

It quickly comes to a thrilling conclusion.

That is to say, tonight's bombing is just the first step for the Transians to launch a war of extermination against Plague Town. With the two outer layers of defense being paralyzed, those brave Transian barbarians who are not afraid of death will definitely go all out. They reached the last layer of defense, and the skeleton army wandering around could not deal with them at all.

Maybe the Swamp War would end sooner than he thought? And currently, it seems that the hope of victory does not lie with the Jackals.

Shred meat narrowed his eyes.

He knew it was time to pack his things.

But it is not preparing to run away, but to push everything it has carefully planned into the next stage.

He has obtained the remains of the Bone-Gnawing King, but he is not satisfied. After all, the sacred place of creation is right in front of him and he has already entered it once. Who can be willing to let it go like this?

"Go ahead, the outer defense line is hopeless. Let the warlocks in the town enter the last layer of defense to hold on! I will prepare a 'surprise' for the Transians here."

Tear Flesh made a decision and gave an order to the warlock in front of him.

Its apprentices' eyes widened at its complete abandonment of the outer defense line.

Damn it, is this a show?

The two-layered defense line and those sentries guarding key positions that took so long to build are just no longer needed?

Obviously, we only need to send troops out to seize the sentry post, but once the two armies engage in battle, how can those timid survivors be the opponents of the skeleton army who are not afraid? Are you crazy, old man?

"What are you looking at! Follow the order!"

Qianrou glared coldly at the idiot who was still dazed.

The latter was startled and did not dare to stay any longer. He pulled up his hood, turned around and ran out limping.

After the slanderous guy left, Tear Flesh tapped the Soul Corruption Staff on the ground, sealing the windows here with a surge of psychic energy and activating the barrier to prevent prying eyes.

After doing all this, Tear Flesh staggered to the core of his area.

It activates the khaki crystal suspended before your eyes.

This thing is the core of the psychic defense system of this mage tower and the entire town, but it was not made by the gnolls themselves.

This style and color of protective crystal is obviously from the hands of the Earth Priests of the Silver Dwarves. Only they have enough technology to carve so many incredible lines on the gem, and shape it into a shape without destroying the integrity of the gem. The core of a mage tower.

In fact, this is the unique skill of the Silver Dwarves. More than 70% of the mage towers on this continent were designed and built by the Gaia priests of the Silver Dwarves. I would like to come and tear apart the mage towers that have not been abandoned hundreds of years ago. At that time, there should be a group of silver dwarves stationed here.

As the crystal made a light sound, Tear Flesh contacted his apprentice, who was still busy in the construction tower at this time.

It asked:

"My most talented disciple, tell me, how long will it take for our 'King' to wake up?"

"I have no idea!"

Crippleclaw gave a terrible answer.

But this does not mean that the corpse constructor is joking. In fact, Lame Claw really doesn’t know. It replied crazily:

"In order to provide my king with a sufficient source of power, I stuffed all the vampire hearts I had into its body.

This method is very effective. The power from midnight is already flowing in my king's shriveled body, but even the fusion of nearly twenty vampire hearts cannot drive this god-given golden body for a long time!

I can't guarantee whether my king will have the same combat power as before when he wakes up. I can only increase its destructive power as much as possible.

To tear apart flesh, I need some Ninji Nanka's venom to act as the 'blood' flowing in my king's shriveled body. The venom of those legendary creatures can not only provide my king with abundant power, but also allow it to control toxins, corrode and Poison rain ability.

No matter who you're using it against, you'll be able to achieve your goals faster with these abilities!

Bring it to me!

If you can, find me some more powerful vampire hearts.

Ah, our time is so short, what perfect material! If you give me a little more time, this will definitely be the most perfect masterpiece in my life! "

"It's a shame that we don't have that much time."

When Zhanrou heard that Lame Claw was making good progress, he immediately relaxed a lot. He let out a sigh of relief and said:

"I will send the fresh venom over. You should seize the last moment to restore our king's fighting strength. We need the greatest leader of the gnolls to fight again for his ineffective descendants.

Yes.

the last time.

By the way, you have been trying to awaken my king's body, but what about its soul? Without the soul of the Bone Grinding King, this body cannot achieve true greatness. "

"If the summons doesn't come back, the flesh will be torn."

This time, this man was lame and crazy, and his words also contained strong depression.

it says:

"I tried thirteen methods and tried all the spiritualism rituals in the Ghost Book of Ghosts you gave me, but my king's soul that fell into the underworld showed no response, as if it was not in the underworld at all. , this is an extremely rare situation.

Tear meat

Tell me, do you think my king's soul is still wandering in the world of the living? "

Hearing Lame Claw's question, Zhanrou's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

A rather astonishing conjecture immediately emerged in its mind. If the Bone-gnawing King finally died in the land of the Creator, would it be possible that the Bone-gnawing King's soul is still trapped in the same place? Where is the place?

Maybe that's why that damn explorer didn't allow himself to follow him into the depths of Creation.

The bastards of Dusk seek to trap the greatest spirit of the gnoll race and force it to serve them.

Oh, damn it!

The flesh-tearing claws tightened.

It felt that it might have guessed a hint of the "truth". However, it was impossible for it to tell the lame claw about the information about the place of creation.

This guy's brain has been completely broken. God knows if it will spread this news everywhere?

Therefore, facing Lame Claw's inquiry, he tore the flesh and pondered for a moment before saying:

"I don't know either. After all, I'm just an ordinary jackal warlock. I don't know much about the mysteries of death. Perhaps only the priests from the Holy City of the Moon can answer your question.

Well, if the soul is missing, then the soul is missing. Anyway, as long as the golden body can move, it is enough.

You continue to be busy and wait for my news. "

After saying that, Tear Flesh immediately cut off the communication between the two mage towers, and it walked around in its "bedroom" with a complicated excitement.

At this moment, he forgot about the attack of the Transians, the threat of Plague Town, the change of control of the swamp, and other issues.

Since returning from the land of creation, Shred Flesh has become less and less concerned about these "human" things. It is like a young man who has tasted forbidden fruit. His whole heart is focused on the things that make people unable to resist. The pursuit of something transcendent.

After a few minutes of thinking and confirming that all plans had been taken into consideration, Tear-Rush picked up the pearl bracelet used to contact the explorer again.

It activated the thing and waited patiently for the other party's response and began to guess what the hell the bastard was doing in the sacred land of creation now?

Are you studying the obscure knowledge left behind by the Creator?

Or are you discovering some ancient artifact powerful enough to change the world?

Ah, what a lucky bastard!

But it doesn't matter. Soon, he will succeed the explorers and have the qualification to see the miracle of the Creator. This is what they jackals deserve!

In such aimless thinking, the communication was connected after a few minutes.

The explorer opposite was not angry at being disturbed. On the contrary, he responded enthusiastically:

"Ah, Mr. Zhanrou, has something happened outside? To be honest, I don't care much about the outside. You don't know. I just learned how to use the precise miracles of the Land of Creation, and used that magical thing to prepare myself. An incredibly sumptuous dinner.

My poor taste buds can't even describe the colorful flavors.

I also very presumptuously used the private bathroom that was most likely reserved for the Creator back then.

All I can tell you is that our Creator really does enjoy life. "

"ah?"

The whole person was blinded by the tearing of meat.

Cooking dinner with the power of the Creator?

Use someone else's bathroom?

Blanch!

Do you fucking know what the hell you're doing?

In a holy place that is closest to the real gods in the world, instead of pursuing precious knowledge, we waste time on these meaningless things?

You bastard really have a way to die!

This means that the great Creator will kill you, your unworthy descendant!

An unknown fire ignited in the flesh-removing old body. It believed that if it had obtained the qualification to see the place of creation, it would never be so undisciplined and indulgent.

Driven by this kind of thought, the remaining guilt in the flesh-shredding heart disappeared.

It said in its usual slow voice:

"You guessed it right, explorer, something happened outside. The Transians used strange weapons to attack us. Two of the three layers of defense were paralyzed overnight. They may arrive near Plague Town tomorrow.

I have an agreement with Master Yuan, and I also have an agreement with you. I will give you all the power under my command, but if you don't come back to take charge of the overall situation, I'm afraid you won't be able to receive decent power in the future.

You see, I have obtained the remains of the Bone-Gripping King after all, and I can leave at any time."

"They're here? So soon?"

The explorer was chewing something with a hint of caution. He bit into something crisp and snack-like, and asked:

"So, please tell me, is Lord Murphy among them?"

"how could I know?"

Shred meat snorted and said:

"But my disciples have monitored the activities of the natural tree people in the swamp, and there are many vampires wandering around in the dark. Therefore, I guess that the lord will come with a high probability. After all, this is an assault carried out by his elite troops. .

He deserves to be there for such a big event. "

"Very good, I'm going back now."

The explorer answered simply and neatly:

"Anyway, the cracking program has been activated, and I won't get a result for a while. I can only enjoy this depraved and beautiful life here. Maybe it's time to stretch my hands and feet.

Have your people hold on, I'll be there soon.

Plaguetown was destined to be Lord Murphy's burial place, and his death would please my seductive but moody superior, and the entire evening would rejoice in my small victory.

This backwoods rat lord has caused us a lot of trouble, and God knows why his vampire senses always catch us so accurately.

Ha, maybe he was born with a tendency to rush, but that doesn’t matter.

There is no doubt that Lord Murphy will become the most lamentable lord of this era. He should have had a legendary life, but unfortunately, he provoked the wrong people. "

"When will you come back? Give me a specific time so I can arrange my evacuation."

Tear the Flesh did not hide his purpose at all, and said in the straight and rough tone that a jackal should have:

"This place will soon be in ruins during the battle between you and the vampires, and I don't intend to be buried with you."

"Two days, three days at most."

The explorer returned to his previous relaxed and wandering posture. He chewed something and said to Lame Claw:

"I will let you know before I arrive. By the way, do you want me to bring you some of the Creator's boredom-relieving snacks? This stuff is the real 'food of the gods' in a symbolic sense.

This thing called ‘potato chips’ is really good and I highly recommend you give it a try.

The ‘bottomless pit’ snack jar the Creator gave Him is full of this stuff.

There are all kinds of flavors.

You see, the Creator likes this snack, and so do I, so doesn’t this mean there is no difference between me and the Creator? "

"Trespass! Arrogance! Madman!"

Fleshtear's disgust grew as he heard the explorer compare himself to the Creator.

Does this bastard really know what he's talking about?

How dare you slander the God who created the world in such a disrespectful and even blasphemous tone?

etc!

Shred meat suddenly blinked his eyes.

It seems to have inadvertently figured out a very important issue. Dusk wants to see the world destroyed. Therefore, the real enemy of these guys is the power left by the Creator.

The explorer does not seek the land of creation for knowledge at all, he seeks it only to destroy it!

ha!

I see.

Ah, great Creator, please give me this old jackal strength, please bless my actions, and please watch how I will severely punish this bastard cultist who destroyed your majesty in the name of your greatness.

Yes!

There is also a distinction between evil and evil!

And it tears flesh, this time it will stand on the unparalleled moral high ground and impose justice on the most damn bastard!

Well, the scenery from this moral high ground is really nice. No wonder so many people like to stand here and point fingers at the whole world.