My players are so fierce

Chapter 761 760. Ha, a good day starts with gang-hopping!

Mr. Manson proudly felt the star stick in his hand that was polished with magical animal bones.

The origin of this thing is not very clear, but it is a "gift" from the Friends of Dusk.

It is said to be made from the bones of a giant beast that has long been extinct in the world. It is sensitive enough to the energy of the astral and space, and it is perfect to be used as the core carrier to release the spell of astral tearing.

Manson had never thought that simply tearing apart the boundary of the plane could have such a terrifying impact on the material world. Until it personally saved a life from the disaster at Black Flame Pass, it finally realized that the Transians The art of war consists in the rational use of all available weapons.

At this time, it really thanked Governor Murphy from the bottom of his heart for the exaggerated astral rift that he created at the Black Flame Pass for revenge. The existence of that thing made the nearby plane boundary no longer stable. In this case The difficulty of activating the Astral Tear spell is much lower.

Of course, they do not have complete knowledge of the astral tearing technique.

The principle of that thing is indeed very simple, but it is not so easy to put it into actual use. Otherwise, astral tearing would have become the favorite attack method of various cultists on the mainland eight hundred years ago.

However, although Manson, as a Golden Priest, is not as knowledgeable about psychic powers as Grand Duke Trish, he also has his own set of methods for using psychic powers, such as sophisticated methods such as astral tearing. Although the technique cannot be mastered perfectly in a short time, as long as the principle is known, the same result can be achieved by using earthen methods such as flying bricks with force.

This valley was not chosen randomly.

It is very close to the Shadow Valley in a straight line, but the multiple mountains make it impossible to climb over. But in the face of the power of astral tearing that is always released on a large scale, this small distance is enough for Manson to take this risk. Planned.

It doesn't even require precise control of the landing point.

All it takes is a large enough rift in the Shadow Valley to retaliate with destruction the way the Transians buried the Splitclaw army, without even complete destruction.

As for the turtle-in-a-jar terrain in Shadow Valley, all you need to do is disrupt the turtle shell defense there, and leave the rest to Xu Gesen to decide the outcome in one battle.

The best result is to kill Murphy's magical vampire here.

Not only did Xu Gesen want his life, but Dusk's friends also wanted to eat his flesh and sleep on his skin. I really don't know how that vampire did it, so young but with such a spectacular talent for causing trouble.

"Keep charging!"

Priest Manson shouted:

"If we work harder, we will have the energy to tear open the border within an hour at most. This war will soon reach a turning point, and the cruel blood punishment will be inflicted by the Bloodscar clan! For the sake of the Lord of the Hunt, .”

"boom"

Before he finished speaking, the star war in his hand felt as if it was hit by an invisible fist, and the huge force almost caused the thing to fly out of Manson's hand.

The golden priest immediately realized that he had been attacked, but the target of the attack was not him. The murderous intention was not revealed, so he was completely unaware of it.

It raised its head and looked along the direction of the bullet. The triple acceleration of the bullet caused by the storm brought up three white impact rings that were still dissipating in the air. The almost straight-line trajectory fully demonstrated the deterrence of this gun. force.

It can't see where the enemy is, and now is not the time to think about it.

Manson subconsciously looked at the star warship that had been hit hard in his hand. A twisted burning gold warhead left a horrific laceration on it, but the gift of dusk was strong enough. This thing was only cracked but not cracked. Broken immediately.

It is wailing, and the terrifying spiritual energy it carries is rapidly escaping from the cracks.

Fortunately, it didn't break.

There is still hope of remediation. You only need to bear part of the pressure to make this thing continue to work smoothly.

It doesn't matter!

The ceremony was not interrupted and could continue.

"boom"

The second shot, less than a second apart, was fired at this moment. Manson reacted quickly and activated the long-range ineffective totem on his waist. The power from the Lord of the Hunt enveloped his whole body. In that moment, Manson could even see being hunted. The Lord's divine power was slow, and the high-speed rotating gold-burning bullets quickly lost kinetic energy in front of his eyes.

It was like a running rabbit falling into the speed of a turtle little by little, as if it could squeeze this damn "little devil" as long as it stretched out its hand.

It really did!

He stretched out his hand and grabbed it, but the afterimage on his retina failed him. The bullet was indeed slowed down, but not to the point where it could be grabbed by hand.

It looks slow, but that's just an illusion!

"boom"

Star Wars was hit again, just like the Northeastern eldest brother who was hit in the eye by a less destructive electric cannon after a hard fight. He held on to his body and refused to fall down. He cursed hard and looked at you.

However, this soulless thing does not have the strong will to hold on for the sake of face. Under Old Manson's heart-breaking gaze, the star stick in his hand was broken off by one third, and the flying fragments were scattered in the rioting soul. It could fly out in all directions upon impact, and the exploding psychic energy was so terrifying that the flying fragments even left a bloodstain on Manson's cheek.

The few unlucky ones who were close by were directly shot in the head and fell to the ground without saying a word.

"Damn it! Kill them!"

The golden priest's defense-breaking roar echoed in the valley.

At the last moment, it injected its own power into the Star Wars and barely stabilized the psychic storm that was about to burst out. It continued to maintain the filling of psychic energy, but it turned itself into a thing like a "Jinchuuriki", just like the decisive battle An Like Tris in Dema Hills, individuals serve as the core of the ritual.

This means that it cannot move freely until the ceremony is over.

"well done!"

Laoqu was still feeling miserable and embarrassed about the bullet he shot but failed to destroy the star war. Then he saw the second replacement bullet perfectly completing this almost impossible destructive action.

His emerald green eyes looked to the other side, just in time to see Corporal Mia's graceful action of removing the shell from the second assembled "Troll Hammer".

The two observers beside her were still cheering, but Corporal Mia, who assisted Qu Ge in completing the kill, still had a cold expression on her face. This girl was always so unsmiling when working, but she was obviously relieved. The instinct from the elite hunters seemed to be aware of Brother Qu's observation.

So she turned around, looked at Lao Qu, showed a shy smile and made a scissor hand gesture.

This is a gesture of victory learned from players.

"Bang bang bang bang"

The cold sniper master Lao Qu felt like a deer at this moment.

He looked away evasively, and didn't know why he was so embarrassed. He was obviously not Brother Chu who had never seen anything before. He often went to wash feet with Brother Mingmiao and the others. How could he still eat someone he had seen before? How about such a shy and innocent reaction?

Corporal Mia, who carries an airport with her, is obviously not good-looking, at least not the type he thought he would like.

All right.

I admit that I have been severely poisoned by the super obscene pictures created by those welfare bodhisattvas on the Internet using various editing techniques, which has caused my aesthetics to far exceed the level that my salary and strength should have.

But this is not the reason why I am at a loss at this moment, right?

Well, it must be those pesky hormones at play!

After all, he and this young girl had just completed a very impressive career together. This wonderful shot was enough to win him a ticket to the Hall of Fame. Of course, it was just a ticket. Now that the competition is becoming more and more fierce, if you want to be stable To secure one of the 30 places, I have to continue working hard.

Depend on!

Heart, stop beating!

Cheeks, stop burning!

Blanch!

I don’t want to embarrass this glorious group of rhodium, cesium and beryllium!

Lao Qu gave himself two hard slaps to calm down. Then he looked up and his blood ran cold. There were five bipedal flying dragons flying towards him in the sky carrying fully armed Split Claw Hunters.

Well, this is where the real difficulty of the Silver Trials lies.

But I’m so damn embarrassed, why do I care about any more difficulties?

snort.

You jackals who can't read the air already have a way to kill you!

"Click"

The incendiary bullet as thick as a thumb was stuffed into the barrel of the gun. The muzzle of the big gun was slightly raised. The potential that was still burning was like a ball of fire, filling Brother Qu with fighting spirit, like an aggressive male dog in heat trying to kill himself. Show your bravery in front of your target

Well, this metaphor is not very appropriate. Anyway, everyone just understands the meaning.

"bring it on!"

He gritted his teeth, took aim, and pulled the trigger.

The roar of the gun barrel represents the merging power that pushes the skills to a new level, and the burning eyes represent an innocent person who wants to maintain his "great master" in front of the girl who makes his heart beat. An absolute effort in image.

It is on this ridge that the hunters face a real challenge, but they are doing great things and are fearless!

This is what it feels like to be a hero, this is what it feels like to be a light

Ah, life and will are burning, so wonderful.

——

"Buzz"

The speeding Scorpio Demon Sword, under the control of Brother Meow Meow's "heartbeat", accurately slashed across the neck of the warg rushing in front of him. After the Bloody Edge was activated, this simple version of the Demon Sword, which had always been low-key, also came into play. Exceeded its due strength.

Brother Miao Miao has had this thing for a long time, but in the past battles, he rarely needed to use this thing to defeat the enemy. Instead, it was the vampires who bought the original embryo of the magic sword from him and Master Broken Knife at a high price. Players use this thing very cleverly.

After all, they all have to pay tribute to the mainline NPC.

Grand Duke Tris said that this thing can grow by eating blood. Which player doesn't want to grow his own "necessary evil" with his own hands?

"Ouch"

Amidst the low wailing sound, Brother Meow Meow's war beast, which always kills everywhere, collapsed like a mountain of gold and a jade pillar. This terrifying war machine trampled at least dozens of jackals to death before it collapsed. People also swallowed the same amount of dog things, but the enemies were too fierce.

When it fell, the body of the plant was already covered with scars and even the burning and dark impact of psychic fire. The fatal injury was the real damage caused by the throwing spears of the three hunting elects, which directly pierced the plant. The "heart" of the beast.

But Brother Meow Meow doesn’t have to feel sad.

As the ultimate beast of the Red Knight Order of the Church of Avalon, the Thorn Beast obviously possesses "immortality".

Its body withered quickly and a grey-brown round seed quickly gathered in the drifting leaves. Brother Meow Meow only needs to repeat the previous process to let it absorb enough blood of war, and this thing will Can be resurrected again.

It can be said to be a truly environmentally friendly and pollution-free war beast.

However, these environmental jokes cannot change the situation of the Big Bird Group. They buried a positioning stone in a flat area below the valley. The psychic shock when this thing was activated immediately triggered a big melee.

The domestic 007 side did not say how long it will take to shape the portal, but now the Big Bird Group has been holding on to the spot for more than ten minutes.

It's really an unimaginable record. To be honest, if their team hadn't been at the forefront of player quality, and each guy had one or two bottom-of-the-box items, it would have been impossible to persist in this kind of battle.

Brother Miao Miao has used up the Thunder Sword Oil he drew before, and now every swing of Napolut's butcher battle ax will cause a dazzling roar of lightning within thirty yards.

"Holy shit, I just got the power of five fucking ancestors!"

Meow Meow shouted angrily:

"I have no intention of completing the Silver Trial here. Damn it, I'm the one who wants to reach the top!"

"What are you talking about there? Hurry up! Activate your ancestral power. Damn it, three or five buckets have been chopped down. I won't be able to withstand it anymore!"

The little hand that was already burning the potential bar waved the bone-grinding king's combat dagger and appeared in the shadows. He urged loudly:

"Now is no longer the time to think about your damn future. Start the trial and hurry up!"

"grass!"

After being repeatedly urged, Brother Miao Miao had no choice but to mobilize his ancestral power and prepare to start the Silver Trial. Now this scene really needs a burst of strength. If they don't go up, they will have to get along day and night. The NPCs who had some emotions carried it with their lives.

They may be willing, but the problem is, these simple guys cannot be resurrected!

"Get away!"

Meow Meow knocked away the winning wine that the veteran witch hunter in the team had grabbed with a rough palm, and he scolded:

"It's not yet time! Wait until we are dead before you drink, you! Listen to me, you can't even think of defrauding me of a penny of my pension! Oh my god, what are the bastards in Fort Courage doing? ?

Why haven't you come yet?

The astral tear in front seems to be opening up! "

So, what are the defenders in the Fort of Courage doing, who have been so madly complained about by Brother Meow Meow?

Of course, you are ready to go through the portal.

The eldest lady, Femis, sat in the mage tower of Fort Courage and was personally responsible for opening this unstable portal. The reason why it took so long was not only to gather elite soldiers, but also because the sudden preparation of the hussars also required hundreds of millions of hours. .

"There's no need for you at all!"

Flood, the warrior-captain in bearskin, roared:

"Pathetic mountain people, get out of the way! Don't disturb the grand attendance of our Vam Berserkers! It's enough for us to be there to support you."

"Only stupid barbarians should get out!"

Can the Valander knight riding the cold wind tolerate your temper?

The knight of the Forest Holy Grail looked at the scarlet door that was slowly opening a thousand meters ahead. He pulled down his helmet to cover his face and said unceremoniously to the warrior captain Froud who glared at him:

"Have you not received enough beatings in the past few days? Do you want me to beat you again before setting off to make you understand that your strength cannot even be ranked among the top three in Fort Courage? You are still such a piece of rubbish. What's the dog's name?

Did you only learn Wam’s big voice?

Pooh!

What an embarrassment to your berserkers. "

"Bitch! You are doing whatever you want with Avalon's favor, but your god cannot protect you forever."

The barbarian immediately barked and cursed like an aggressive wild dog:

"I will kill 99 jackals in a moment to please my god. Do you dare to compete with me?"

"Only beasts would agree to this kind of killing competition. Don't be stupid. We are here for a greater goal."

The Eagle Knight was not interested.

He and his hussars were ready to step into the battlefield, but the next moment, a voice rang in his ears, it was Miss Femis who presided over the portal.

"That positioning stone has a second response signal. It should be a master arranged by Mr. Murphy! She will be responsible for dealing with Manson. You just need to kill those jackals."

"receive!"

Wallander responded.

He took off the armor-piercing hammer woven with thorns with his backhand, and began to accelerate forward with the hussars, and Femis's voice with some strange longing and momentum echoed in the square of Fort Courage at this moment. She deliberately gave I added a "Batterman deep sound effect" and shouted:

"The road ahead is clear! The beacon has been released! The portal has been opened. Gentlemen, I wish you success in this gang-hopping battle! For Transia! For Lord Murphy! For Holy Terra!"

"? What's that weird slogan at the end? What the hell is Holy Terra? Is this the secret code of the vampires?"

The Valander knight's mind stopped for a second as he rode into the portal. Well, it seems that the rumor that the eldest lady's thinking was confused due to too much contact with foreigners is true.

To put it simply, it’s crazy.

Oh, what a pity, little Earl Sharon quite likes this little potato friend who is similar in size to her.

"But the term 'jumping gangs'... well, I like it!"

The Eagle Knight thought so.

The next moment, after crossing the starry sky, he was the first to rush into the portal that was already bleeding like a river. The howl of the cold wind and the shaking of the earth represented the shining light of the elite Transian unit, the Winged Cavalry. Come on stage!

To use that old saying.

The roar of the earth represents our arrival, and the sweep of the lance will send the fools who try to stop us to the west.

Now!

Bear Transia's wrath, bastard!