Players Please Respect Yourself

Front and back, left and right.

Rock, rock, rub, rub.

Like the steps of the devil.

Coupled with the dj pure music of "astronia" played by the system, the whole boss battle scene became quite magical.

As long as the players who are not on the front line with Glaaki's servants die k, they will be shaken by this bgm, and they can't stop talking.

This miraculous spiritual dance coupled with the swaying figures of the seven black buddies in [Seven Dances of the Dead] made many players look dumbfounded.

What's more, the system is also equipped with a corresponding description [The custom comes from Ghana, and the locals prefer to send off their relatives with a smile...]

The players suddenly felt a strange heavy breath. Both a little depressed, but also a little want to laugh.

In such a contradictory atmosphere, it is natural to think of the recent outbreak of influenza.

Perhaps, it's not disrespect for this custom, it's just that in the recent depressed environment, it's purely like a sand sculpture.

As a result, a group of sand sculpture players in the back line, regardless of their nationality, jumped up.

"On spiritual dance! This is [profession]!"

In fact, the origin is different. Anubis used the Egyptian version of the Hades dance, which is completely different from the Ghanaian version. The problem is that the dance of the black buddies was done casually. Under the tweeter, the coffin bearers are allowed to play freely - there is only one premise, the coffin cannot fall to the ground.

If it falls to the ground while playing with the coffin, it is not [professional], and the group of people who carried the coffin will be scolded to death by their family members and others.

Far away!

Regardless of what kind of dick the Abyss Guard is jumping at, just looking at the ability to suck in the green mucus like a whale, and then quickly turn it into mud, you know that this is definitely a coup.

When Glaaki realized something was wrong, he hurriedly sent a large number of Demon God bone servants to kill him.

Suddenly the atmosphere changed again.

The momentum of national server players is like a rainbow!

[Junchen Tianya] standing on the top of the foul god raised his long knife and shouted: "Protect us [Seven Dance Sea]!"

Originally, [Junchen] didn't have that much appeal, but everyone fell into a strange state, and all the sand sculpture players immediately responded in unison.

"Protect!!"

"Protect--"

Glaaki was really mad, it had never seen so many enemies, all capable of ignoring his spiritual pollution.

It's not ignorance, it's the kind of irrelevant rush, and they don't seem to be in the same world and the same channel at all. Even if the spirit is transmitted, there will be a large delay and loss.

According to the online game, it is [packet loss], because the data transmission is lost and there is a serious freeze.

Looking at the group of undead monsters striding forward, shaking the whole earth, [Sword God of Punishment] stood facing the wind, holding the sword in his hand, and said coldly: "I will definitely stick to this place, if I make a mistake, come and see me!"

Originally, this was a powerful statement, but it was a pity that one thing was broken in a second.

【Yun Wei】Pointing to the front: "Uh, well, the other party has already raised his head to see you. How about you do it too?"

The other party is not human, but what a dog.

An undead giant of the restraint system rushed over with his own skull in his left hand and a ten-meter [real * machete] in his right hand.

According to the game display, the opponent's weakness lies in the head held in his left hand. To defeat this guy, he must explode the mass of Graki's mucus gathered in the skull.

[Sword God of Zhutian] Choked to death, what else can he do? I pretended so badly that I had to finish pretending even when I was crying and kneeling.

Facing the giant knife that was chopped down by the strong wind, he was very powerful. With a [pigeon somersault], he dodged the giant knife in a daze, stood firmly on the thick back of the knife, and when the giant knife fell, he chopped The reefs at the bottom of the lake splashed everywhere, and with his superior agility, he ran along the back of the knife and rushed towards the giant's body.

If it wasn't for stepping on a lump of green slime under his feet and suddenly being stuck, he would have succeeded if he was a traditional giant. He staggered and got stuck, and the next moment he was covered by a large group of indescribable oil paint spirits. Pollution is deterred.

"Good job!" This was not sarcasm, it was a real compliment. Taking advantage of the vitality of his teammates to attract the mental attack, [Lalan] finally saw the opportunity and shot a javelin.

This is not an ordinary javelin. Although it is uncomfortable, he found a new product from Abyss City [Dirty God Liquid] and painted it on. Just by looking at the gun head that is as black as ink, as if black smoke is blowing out, you can tell This is definitely not something that good men and women can make.

System annotation: [This is the soap liquid of the famous Dirty God (Junchen Tianya). Due to policy reasons, it cannot be described in detail. Effect: Temporarily transform the weapon into a (chaos evil) attribute, causing additional damage of +18 darkness attribute. 】

The black javelin accurately split the atmosphere and shot it into the skull trickily, and the undead giant hiccupped on the spot. After a violent convulsion, large pieces of green slurry on its body turned into ashes and fell down.

Due to the existence of mental pollution, most of the behemoths in Abyss City fell into a state of paralysis and had to be forcibly topped by players.

Fortunately, the situation quickly improved.

Zerat made a move, and what the King of Lightning brought was continuous waves of thunder and lightning. It's a pity that this boy who thought he was the second most handsome boy in the world stopped cooking within five seconds of being handsome - he was attacked by Glaaki.

Even if he is a thunder element, he will be less affected. After all, his body is in the land abandoned by the gods. When the intensity of mental pollution reaches a certain level, it will also seriously interfere with his control of thunder and lightning.

At this time, more heroes rushed back.

"Puff puff puff!" Around the [Advanced Sea Altar] that had just been erected, the black water was rippling and rippling, and the slim and charming figure of the demon queen was the first to emerge.

"You're here." Wang Hao greeted calmly.

"I'm here." The Demon Queen replied calmly.

There is no need for passionate words, just looking at each other can easily see the light of trust in each other's eyes.

This fetter made Sun Shangying, who arrived later, envious.

Wang Hao saw her and nodded, "Thank you."

Maybe she was a little wronged before, but at this moment, Sun Shangying felt a sense of joy that her efforts were finally recognized, she pursed her lips: "I didn't have time to participate in the past battles. Please let me contribute this time. "

Jumping out of the black pool behind her was Elestine. She was a little flustered, and as soon as she met Wang Hao's eyes, she cringed and lowered her head, nodded heavily, bowed and saluted, and whispered: "I have seen the master."

Wang Hao has never had any ill feeling towards this female great swordsman with a strange brain circuit, especially after the [Degraded Light] incident, he has long regarded her as one of his own: "Don't be nervous. If you find something wrong, withdraw it. Now We can afford it."