Chapter 272 271 Detected Youth Mini Luxury Edition on the way
Chapter 272 271. The Star Boundary Tear of Youth Mini Light Luxury Edition in transit was detected!
Three days passed by in a flash, and when the young players went online again in Transia, the city had been besieged by the Jackal Vanguard for a whole day and night.
The good news is that the gnolls have no siege weapons and the Scarlet Castle has the Serenade barrier that Murphy had hidden before, which makes it completely impossible for the vicious gnolls to enter the city to cause trouble.
The bad news is that Murphy only has three Serenade Barrier psychic transformation cores in his hand, and soon, these will be actively overloaded by Tris to trigger a psychic storm that breaks through the star realm.
The situation is about to enter the most dangerous moment, both for Scarlet Castle and the Jackals.
"Ding!"
The moment the Invincible Tyrannosaurus opened his eyes in the light and returned to his beloved land of Transia, the sound of a calculation orb made him lower his head suddenly.
[Psionics summoning signal! All psionicists who receive this order are requested to immediately report to Mrs. Tracey at the psionic core below the scarlet corridor!
The Scarlet Castle is in crisis, and the Blood Vulture Clan and all of Transia need your help!】
"Huh? What's the purpose of summoning psionic masters?"
Cheche's eyes widened and he said:
"Why do I feel like this is going to cause something big?"
"Ask me, won't you know when you go there?"
The lead pigeon, who is also a psionicist, ran to the "locker" to get his own equipment and put it on, then put his own "drop" stored there into his arms, and then ran with the car.
Report to Mrs. Tracey.
It's not just the two of them.
The psionic masters among the players, whether they are vampires or old believers, as long as they have something to do with psionic users are summoned here.
Even the summoner Mo Youqiong and the trickster apprentice Trickster were pulled in by the mission.
When they arrived, they discovered that Mrs. Tris had summoned almost all the psychic users in Scarlet Castle here, including the Frost Walkers of the Thorn Clan, the Scout Knights of the Blood Alliance Knights, the Oak Sages of the Church of Avalon and even Lord Helu.
and his unreliable apprentice Yan Sang are among them.
The underground psychic core they were in was originally a psychic filtering pool in the Blood Vulture Corridor. It's embarrassing to say that this ghost place was dug out of the collapsed area just a week ago.
The place has not been properly cleaned, and there are even some construction debris piled in the corner of the room that have not been removed.
But it doesn’t matter!
When the secret of psychic power can be actually used, you don’t have to worry about whether there are clods of soil on the ritual items. In the two days while waiting for the player to come online, Tris and Miss Femis have already repaired the psychic spell here and made it available again.
Become a "comprehensive spell casting platform" function.
At this time, Mrs. Tracey was standing in the center of the psychic core, which was the energy gathering point of the psychic spells engraved on the underground stone slabs.
Technically speaking, it can be called the "energy pointer" position.
"Everyone! Let's keep the story short."
After Tris saw that all the spell casters were here, and there were many young physics players who came to watch the excitement, she picked up the tone of the leader-level NPC and said in a low tone:
"We are about to perform a small and medium-sized astral tearing spell here. I will be the core of the spell caster to manipulate spiritual energy to break the barrier between the material world and the astral world, and bring about what happened in Cadman City more than a month ago.
The tragedy happened again today in the core of the gnoll camp.
The same unbridled forces that have brought disaster to us will bring the same disaster to our enemies, and I know that not all of you will agree to such a risk.
You have enough wisdom and common sense to judge that it is not a good idea to break the astral barrier at will.
I know all these reasons, and some of your objections based on scriptures are even derived from the classics on astral psychic energy that I personally wrote when I was young.
But these are not reasons!
We need this win!
No matter what people outside will say about tonight's events, we who are already trapped in the situation know that all this is necessary!
Thanks to the activity and adventure of the intelligence personnel under the Blood Vulture Clan, the crystal stones used to mark the relative mapping have been buried in the gnoll camp in advance, and the positioning used to mark the psychic pointers has also been properly placed.
My assistant Femis and I have modified the parameters of this spell, and we will try to minimize the impact of this astral tear on the land of Transia.
This is the last promise we can make!
So, now, those who are still resistant to this action can leave, and the rest please enter their respective casting positions!
I need to use your sense of psychic energy to gather enough psychic storms to overload Serenade's core in a short period of time.
For newcomers who are participating in this complex spellcasting ceremony for the first time, my advice is:
You can do whatever I ask you to do in a moment, and don’t use your brain, let alone your own ‘inspiration’, do you understand?”
I don’t know if the NPC understands Murphy.
But he can be sure that the little players will definitely understand.
This is because Tris has edited the mission text in advance, and the young players only serve as the simplest "temporary energy pool" in this large-scale energy-gathering spell.
As long as they stay in this secret room throughout the whole process, the mission will be completed, and the reward they can get this time is unusually "generous".
"Ding"
A light prompt sounded on the psionicist player's orb almost at the same time. It was a team mission:
[The pre-mission of the limited-time team copy "Battle of Under Armor Hills"·'Calling the Power of Nebula' has been triggered!
Mission requirements: Participate in Mrs. Trish's spell-casting ceremony as a member of the Astral Tear Grand Spell, and persist until the end of the ceremony. Use the power of the astral realm to break the iron and copper walls of the Jackal camp, and win the favor of the Jackal warlord who does not know life and death.
King Potter sounds the death knell of his doom.
Mission reward: The team copy "Battle of Under Armor Hills" is officially opened.
Special reward for psionicists: Record of the collaborative legion-level psionic spell 'Cataclysm'. This large-scale spell requires 5-40 psionicists to collaborate to cast spells, guiding the formed psychic storm to temporarily break the barrier between the material world and the astral world.
Block, call on astral spiritual energy and dimensional meteorite bombardment to tear apart the target area.
The damage and duration it causes depends on the number of participants, the concentration of the psychic storm, and the proficiency of the core of the spell's manipulation.
hint!
Legion-level psychic spells are often inhumane, so they cannot be used in daily combat. If you use this type of spell in an area that is not allowed, you will face the risk of being sent to a military court and being humanely destroyed.]
"Holy shit! This is about dropping a nuclear bomb at the opponent's base at the beginning!"
Cheche exclaimed.
His overly graphic and vulgar description made other young players nod their heads.
After seeing that the NPC psychic masters had chosen their casting positions and stood in place, the young players also found their positions under the command of Femis.
Eager to give it a try, they soon discovered that Lord Murphy, who was wearing a swordsman's armor, actually participated in this ritual, and then they realized it.
Oh, although Lord Murphy is superb in swordsmanship, he does have the profession of an astral summoner, and he is also a spell caster.
"This must be my brother Sun who gave Mrs. Tris military advice. No matter how I look at this family-changing tactic, it is so classic."
Mo Youqiong, who was in the crowd, complained to the living person next to him. The latter shrugged and stood still holding a unique Reaper of Souls.
The thing in his hand was bought at a high price from two profiteer blacksmiths in the camp.
The price is expensive, but considering that it is very suitable for his identity as a "trickster" and the attributes are really good, I can consider myself to have earned it.
Mrs. Water also has a war scythe with a similar appearance, but Mrs. Water's one was cast with natural psychic objects, so the blade of her weapon is wrapped with a ray of emerald light, which is like quenching poison.
Same.
"quiet!"
Mrs. Tracey glanced over here, and several players who were whispering immediately shrank their heads. They said that Mrs. Tracey in this serious state was really oppressive.
"boom"
As the core of spell casting, the psionic master gently tapped the serenade scepter in his hand in the air, making a crisp sound like knocking an entity, and then the energy-gathering spell of the entire psionic core was activated.
All psionicists in the area immediately felt the pressure of extraction exerted on themselves.
For young players, the most intuitive manifestation is that the "mana bar" on their character interface begins to be consumed rapidly, and at the same time, with the help of the energy-gathering spell at their feet, they begin to fly out of the air faster than usual.
Absorb free spiritual energy, but the speed of this absorption obviously cannot keep up with the consumption.
Soon, the young players felt the pressure. Players who had not yet passed the Black Iron Trial felt as if their chests were being pressed and began to have difficulty breathing.
They are like humanoid probes standing on the air purifier, using their perception of spiritual energy as the main means for Mrs. Tracey to gather spiritual energy.
The spiritual energy gathered at this time is not used to break the obstacles of the astral realm. Such a small amount of spiritual energy cannot do such an operation of interfering with the plane.
The spiritual energy they gathered here was to overload the three barrier cores that were currently supporting the Serenade barrier.
With the help of the psychic storm that would be generated when strategic-level psychic items were overloaded, it was possible to shake up the stars in this special area of Transia.
In large psychic organizations like the Ring Tower, they have special energy storage towers to complete the energy extraction process, which is simple, fast and pollution-free, but right now Transia doesn't have that condition.
Murphy's expression was very serious at this time.
He knew that once Tris's spell casting in the first stage was completed, it meant that the Serenade barrier protecting the city would be closed for at least an hour.
At this time, outside the corridor, Maxim and his Cadman People's Army, Natalie and her witch hunters, Adele and her Blood Rat Gang, Count Andrei and his White Mountain Vampires
Leonia and her reserve knights, and even Miriam and the assembled militia were ready to welcome the gnoll vanguard to attack the city.
Murphy will also take his warriors to the Under Armor Hills through teleportation at that time. The two wars will start at the same time. This will be an out-and-out "switching of homes."
Whoever can hold on will win the final victory.
The best thing is that both sides feel that they can definitely survive until the end, so now it's the most classic moment, the battlefield has begun and the soldiers are already in place.
The goddess of fate is standing in the middle of the scale and posing. Tonight it will be decided whether she prefers Murphy, the little boy, or Ken Porter, the rich man.
Come to think of it, the taste of the goddess of destiny shouldn't be that heavy, right?
"Buzz"
A substantial psychic storm blew up, and in the underground area of the corridor, every psionicist could feel the extracted energy gathering around Mrs. Tracey.
It was a frenzied spiritual energy that could tear the body apart in an instant, but Mrs. Tracey used the Serenade Scepter to command it with an artistic grace.
The manipulation of the core smoothly brought it into overload.
Loud noises like thunder rose in the outside world.
The sound was so terrifying, like a thousand tigers roaring in unison. It was the sound of a crazy psychic storm gathering under the night of Scarlet Castle.
On the deserted city surface, Maxim raised his head and watched the hemispherical scarlet barrier above his head flicker like a poor contact, and quickly dissipate like soap bubbles in the sun.
The three cores suspended in the city that originally output stable spiritual energy were also shrouded in ominous bloody lightning.
It was as if a pair of invisible hands were holding them, squeezing these destructive forces into places where Maxim could not see.
The faint purple light emitted by the Star Realm above the night above the head also suddenly flourished at this moment, like a magnificent purple chandelier, illuminating the entire Scarlet Castle and the surrounding night at this moment. It was like a stage.
The moment the spotlight above lights up, everything dim below is illuminated.
Not only the ferocious shadows cast by the jackals on the ground, but also the resolute faces of the local warriors obscured by the shadows.
At this moment, furious attackers and fearless defenders are ready to fight for the possession of the city beneath them that is slowly recovering from the aftermath of the disaster.
"Snapped"
Maxim withdrew his gaze, pulled down his vulture visor to cover his face, and raised the black sword and heavy shield in his hand.
Behind him, the position of five hundred Cadman People's Army was like a forest of swords and guns. In front of him, as the serenade barrier dissipated, the jackal vanguards who were already hungry and thirsty outside the barrier howled.
Driving the hyenas and kobolds towards them like a tide of chaos.
They firmly believe that no one can stop the black tide they form.
The soldiers and vampires in the position also believe that no one can cross the position defended by them before they are all dead.
"Three minutes countdown to the astral tearing!"
Mrs. Tris floated into the sky surrounded by huge psychic energy.
On her left is a suspended hourglass recording time, and on her right is a computing matrix composed of 30 computing orbs that are projecting the relative coordinates of the material world and the astral world in real time.
For three full minutes, the psychic master had to withstand the pressure of the frenzied energy storm constantly pouring out of his overloaded core.
She must release them to the appropriate position when the most accurate relative mapping conditions are met. Just like Murphy's goddess of victory, she can only provide the most deadly assists to her warriors at the most critical moments.
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"Shua"
Femis waved the Night Howl Staff, and the beating scarlet light formed a series of temporary portals leading to the outskirts of the Jackal camp. The crystals previously buried by Frostfang Claw and Dorothy were used at this moment.
Players can even see through the scarlet light that the gnolls in the camp opposite are approaching in confusion to see what this is.
A stupid jackal soldier actually reached out and touched this mirror-like thing. I don't know what kind of thinking this guy was in, but he actually took a step forward.
It crossed the rift opened in the star realm and successfully entered the Blood Vulture Corridor.
Appearing in front of it were Murphy, who pulled down his mask, and Femis, who raised his staff, as well as a total of 140 "devils from another world" who were already hot-blooded and unable to contain their desire to kill.
Being stared at by so many eyes at the same time, no matter how heartless the jackal barbarian soldier was, he felt like he was struck by lightning at this moment.
Its brain, which is not as big as a walnut, has no idea how to deal with the scene in front of it, but fortunately, it does not need to put more pressure on its dull brain in the next second.
"puff"
Necessary evil arises.
Amid the splash of blood, a wide-eyed jackal head flew out from the other side of the scarlet door, drew a perfect parabola, and hit its companion's feet with the dripping of viscous liquid.
His eyes seemed to be warning his companions.
Run!
But it's too late!
The moment the huge blood wings opened in the central area of the gnoll camp, 140 players screamed and rushed into the gnoll "dungeon" like a crazy bloody current.
The stunned jackals around him couldn't survive ten seconds before being killed by Axega. Murphy did not rush forward to search for the dungeon BOSS. On the contrary, he folded his wings and raised his head on the spot.
The Under Armor Hills were exceptionally quiet tonight, but the pressure of an impending storm was released by the starlight overhead that had turned "purple".
At this moment, five hundred meters away from King Kenbot's camp, the "upstart" Lord Nash who was patrolling suddenly felt a strange buzzing sound coming from the battle ax in his hand.
It doubtfully put the weapon gifted by its good brother Hogg to its ear, and heard the weird knocking sound, like a bug lying in the handle of its weapon.
But how is this possible?
"Why is your ax glowing?"
The jackal barbarian soldiers beside it screamed in surprise.
Nash lowered his head and looked, oh, the red and purple light was flashing from the handle of his axe. Don't tell me, it's very pretty.
But what the hell is this?
"boom"
There was a loud noise that shook the earth.
It swallowed up all the doubts of the jackal named Nash at this time and for the rest of his life, but its exploding death was like an announcement, just like a symbol before the disaster came.
Well, the psychic wind in Under Armor Hills is a bit noisy tonight.
