Chapter 889 888 Three-Day Miracle Heroic Spirit! Listen to my orders! For 'little
Chapter 889 Three-Day Miracle · Heroic Spirit! Listen to my orders! - Additional update for the "Little Sheep" brothers [210]
"Holy shit, oh shit, Lord Murphy has gone crazy."
The barrage of the live broadcast channel currently pinned to the top of the Transia Tavern APP is full of similar comments. The live broadcast above uses Murphy's battle in the Lord's position as the perspective, recording every wonderful killing moment, as well as the cool
The NPC's special skill tree has attracted many reserve players to exclaim.
This thing is less like a live broadcast and more like a battle image display session to create Murphy's "personal IP".
However, considering that this live broadcast, which has lasted for three days, was conducted by the official account of the Alpha Company development team "Real World·Official", there is a reason for doing this kind of personalized demonstration of NPC combat style.
This account prohibits tipping, leaving rich brothers and sisters with nowhere to spend their money. They can only send out all kinds of rainbow farts to praise "our Lord Murphy", which is so awesome.
"By the way, has anyone counted how many Jackals Mr. Murphy has killed since the battle at the Lord's Position began?"
Such a question flashed across the barrage, and immediately triggered a wave of repeater frenzy. A few seconds later, a guy calling himself Mr. Counter jumped out and shouted:
"Of course, as a loyal fan of Mr. Murphy, I have counted them one by one. I announce that as of now, the number of kills of Mr. Murphy is 114,514!"
"Fuck! I can't have such a stinking Counter anymore. Let's get some management to ban this guy."
"Yes, yes, there are not so many. Mr. Murphy can really kill a hundred thousand jackals by himself. The Black Disaster has long been wiped out by him with his single sword. I am the real Counter. Let me
Come and tell the brothers, Lord Murphy has killed a total of 10,086 jackals in the past three days, it is absolutely correct!"
"@admin, please come and block this mobile company's work."
"Yes! It's obviously 10043!"
"Don't you guys stop arguing? Can't we figure it out by using primary school students' math calculations?
It is known that Lord Murphy swings his sword about once every three seconds, with a one-hit kill rate of 60%, and he has basically not had much rest in the past three days, and the combat area and activity area where he is located are about 10 square meters.
What if the gnolls came to die in a row?"
"Aba, Aba, I'm a fool, just tell me the result! Also, do you really think that the conditions you listed are something that a primary school student can handle?"
"Here I go! I just entered the first year of high school, which is when my brain is at its best. Ha, I figured it out! The result is 114,514!"
"grass!"
"Fuck!X2"
"Fuck!X10086"
The style of barrage is roughly like this.
There is no need to expect these guys who are watching the excitement to really use their brains. In fact, if you carefully observe the live broadcast interface, it is not difficult to find that the camera lens often shoots Murphy's chest when taking close-up shots of Murphy in battle.
The hanging core orb is also photographed.
There is a special kill record on the core orb. Although the characters are very small, as long as you enlarge the screen, you can still vaguely see the shocking five-digit number that is still increasing.
How many jackals did Murphy kill in the past three days?
This is a question that does not need to be taken into consideration. Anyway, one thing is for sure. After the decisive battle of the Maginot Line, Murphy will definitely become one of the top ten players in the list of "the most number of Jackals killed with his own hands in history".
The reason why I dare not say that it is firmly in the top five is mainly because the Knights of the Blood Alliance have been fighting wits and courage with the gnolls for hundreds of years, and more than that number of gnolls have died at the hands of Lord Paying and the three major lords.
Taking into account the centuries-old blood feud between the Brass Dwarves and the Jackals, Murphy's number of kills is definitely at the bottom even if he ranks in the top ten. Therefore, it is better to keep a low profile.
However, in this live broadcast, in addition to the handsome and powerful Murphy, who can occasionally use his zoom moves to take screenshots as a screensaver, is eye-catching, the enlarged, bold and ever-changing countdown in the upper left corner is also attractive.
The eyes of many people.
Old players all know that that is the countdown to the return of the undead heroes to the battlefield.
To use the popular "buzzword" nowadays, it is the time when Transia's "Hall of Valor" will be opened next.
This thing has started a 72-hour countdown since a wave of players exploded the Jackal's arsenal, and it has now reached the final stage of less than 30 minutes.
Not only the bystanders who have been emotionally aroused, but also the official players who are about to return to the war zone have also begun the final preparations before returning to the battlefield.
Ordinary players are taking the time to eat something, go to the toilet, empty their bladders and pressure, find a comfortable bed or sofa, say hello to their families and lock the door to avoid being disturbed by other people in the next big battle that they will participate in.
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The old players have already laid on the bed and put on their helmets. They are exchanging information in various groups on the forum to cheer each other up and agree on a plan of action after going online.
The presidents of the Players Guild had already discussed the details on the forum a few hours ago.
They even made a 1:1 replica of the defense map of the territorial positions to design the best route for the fierce attack after the resurrection. This also received support from everyone in the staff.
The real hard-core players did not wear helmets. Instead, they first did thirty push-ups at home, then ran a few hundred meters, and finally lifted the barbell if they could to get their bodies into combat mode in advance.
This will ensure that you can enter the position in the best posture when the battle begins.
Of course, a sense of ritual is essential when playing games and in life, so you must dress up for such a battle!
If you have a bat costume, wear a bat costume, or put on the coolest card face to fight the battle suit, so as to put your mental state into a fiery war state.
As the time counts down to the last five minutes, almost all players have put on their helmets. In the largest group of basic players on the forum, five pairs of wheels are being called.
After confirming that no player was late due to certain things in reality, he began to give blood to the brothers and sisters, while briefly describing the next wave of battle plans.
To sum up, there is nothing difficult to understand. After resurrection, they first change into their coolest and most powerful equipment, and then the combat professionals follow the staff along the central axis of the position to support Lord Murphy and follow the main line NPC.
A big counterattack.
Administrative players and manufacturing players who are not good at fighting go to the artillery positions and flank positions to help. Lord Kudel has prepared easy-to-carry small tubes and Iron Fist rockets for the players in advance. Each of them can receive an average of two.
After that, the fire bombing mode begins.
But the last link in the five-pair-wheel plan is a bit strange:
"All brothers with a potential release bar above 40%, as well as blood vulture vampire players and the only silver warrior, Mr. Ma Chachong, please do not leave the command center for the time being. There is a special mission that you need to shoulder."
"ah?"
The ruthless horse bug who had originally planned to follow Mr. Murphy to behead a wave of people was a little stupid. He chatted privately:
"Brother, what's the mission? Why don't you reveal it so I can have a clue? I've already made an agreement with Daesien in private to ask him to cut some highlight moments for me in this operation."
"Well, you will know when the time comes. Don't worry, there will definitely be a highlight moment for you. In addition, let Dae En stay on the battlefield!"
Five pairs of wheels replied:
"Since he wants to take pictures, he should take them well. For three days, the NPCs have been doing the work. It's time for us players to do a lot of hard work to declare our special positioning on this continent."
"Hard work?"
Ma Chachou asked doubtfully:
"How cruel?"
"It's more ruthless than you think! If it works well, your boy might be able to enter the Hall of Fame this time."
"Okay, then I'll trust you once, buddy."
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Murphy was at the forefront of the Lord's position and Kudel was engaged in a crazy battle in a "back-to-back" manner. The two giants of the Blood Vulture Clan in the melee field would not spare any effort, and their every move could be seen here.
The battlefield that has been pushed into a true "decisive game" is unleashed with deadly firepower.
At this time, the jackal army was already pressing forward, and more than five meteorites of various sizes fell on the Lord's position every minute. The interference of Tris and the Earth Priests could not keep up with the speed of the meteorites.
The most exaggerated thing is that under such a full-scale bombardment, the charges of the jackals did not stop at all!
The scene at this moment was very subtle. It seemed like a polar reversal. At this time, the jackals turned into the legendary undead heroes who dared to rush forward despite the bombing. At this time, the trench areas on both sides of the position had been completely lost.
General Landers and his militia could only huddle in the tunnels dug by the kobolds to avoid being killed by meteorites. The main force on the ground was the undead that were constantly being awakened.
The little mummy and her Moon Secret Cult have now pushed the control core of the Ten Thousand Souls Banquet to operate at the highest frequency, allowing the death spirit to flow in the battlefield in a full-scale manner. Once a life is lost, there will be one.
A corpse comes back to life.
But even with this speed of resurrection, he was still defeated step by step by the wild attacks of the jackals.
Only three of the fifteen Dragoon prototypes are still in operation. The two mechanical scythes of the craziest "Duke Moritz" have been broken, all the airborne firepower has been wiped out, and the flamethrower is no longer available.
Fuel can only rely on its own mass to crash back and forth in the tide of jackals.
Its outer armor is covered with various scars, which are warrior medals left after countless knocks and chops, as well as battle scars caused by twisting and tearing caused by psychic attacks, and dazzling lightning.
It is rolling inside, which means that a certain module has been overloaded, which means that the body of this "Immortal War Spirit" is approaching the limit of use.
But it still didn't stop, as if the cold anger was burning with a more vivid and fanatical attitude.
The collision of the mechanical structure is its battle cry, the sparks when the gears operate represent its emotions, every charge and every trample can please it, and more importantly, the hot blood splashed out when the enemy explodes, just like
A handful of firewood was thrown into the furnace, rekindling the lost life of the cursed person.
In the sky above the ground battlefield where the bayonets were extremely red, the gloomy sky was already red enough to drop blood rain.
The divine force field lowered by the Lord of Hunting on this position has officially exceeded the limit level of Tris' previous observations. The fighting spirit of this battlefield and the death of the crazy slaughter are so intense that it even allows the Lord of Hunting's soon-to-be-born consciousness to rely on it.
This layer of divine feedback exerts a more realistic impact on the material world.
He might really be crazy.
Because wherever the blood rain falls, it will directly ignite the most primitive desire for destruction and destruction in the heart of life. What is even more terrifying is that this blood rain will not just fall on the jackals.
The defenders on the position are also covered by this bloody rain of destruction, and the "spiritual encouragement" given by the Lord of the Hunt is directed at both sides at the same time.
He is really crazy!
He didn't care at all how many jackals and defenders would die, he just wanted to see a real river of blood.
Even Colonel Fraser and his bodyguards were affected. The Plantagenet artillerymen turned their desire for destruction into more intense actions, loading the remaining artillery with ammunition at a speed exceeding the limit, and heading towards everywhere.
Yes, the enemy kept firing, while the red-eyed colonel grabbed his command knife and his beloved scarlet revolver and looked around for the target.
Just at this moment, a group of kobolds dug through the position and rushed out of the artillery square. Just as those crazy things were about to release the explosives they carried, they were shot through the skull by bullets.
Colonel Fraser, who was full of fighting spirit, strode forward, swung the sharp blade in his hand, and killed several kobolds that rushed out, and kicked the bombs that were about to explode back into the tunnel with very exquisite footwork.
inside.
"kill!"
His face full of exhaustion and persistence was twisted, as if he was about to completely release the destructive desire accumulated in his heart.
"I've always been curious about the progression of the Golden Trial."
At the forefront, the blood on Murphy's body has become so rich that it forms a strange figure around him similar to a "blood reflection" or more intuitively called "Susanoh Vampire Version". This represents Murphy's silver test.
The refining process has reached the final moment, and the power of the vampire ancestors has been completely awakened and gradually formed in Murphy's body in a converging manner, but his spirit has awakened from the extreme blood thirst.
He waved the bloody wave blades that flashed around to clean up the enemies around him. He turned to look at Kudel behind him who was holding the heavy sword Griffin and struck an earth-shattering slash, causing terrible damage. He asked:
"At this level, it shouldn't just be a simple increase in strength, right?"
"Almost, when you start the Golden Trial, your own strength has reached the extreme of a mortal creature. Just like a container filled with water that wants to seek further breakthroughs, it is just a matter of drawing strength from the outside to push yourself forward.
A general description.
In my opinion, the formation of the extraordinary golden rule may be more related to the path of power you choose.
To put it simply, the most extreme and true desires in your heart will be materialized during this stage, and that is the prototype of your Golden Rule."
Kudel said calmly:
"For example, I want to protect the Maginot Line, so the decisive battle is my golden trial. When this place survives and wins the war, I will also go to the golden realm. But on the other hand, if this place collapses and fails, then I will have no choice but to
There is no other way out than suicide."
"Well, it's really an extreme strategy."
Murphy sighed with emotion, and during the break in the battle, he took out an exquisite mechanical pocket watch and checked the time while his black hair was swaying with flying blood.
"The time has come."
He said this, and then shook his long hair wrapped in blood. Under the gaze of Kudel and all the defenders, the blood wings that were so huge and sharp that they didn't look like silver vampires opened up and rushed in with Murphy.
Sky dome.
The Governor of the Transians stood amidst the rain of destructive blood flying in the sky. Holding Necessary Evil and gathering blood spirits, he was like a virtual vampire god.
Murphy moved his sword forward in the air, just like the final infusion of some kind of summoning ritual.
"Listen to my command! Open the Hall of Valor, which carries the indomitable will of Transia!"
"boom"
Tris cooperated very well to attract the blue-purple lightning all over the battlefield, and compiled a cool enough "debut special effect" in the roar of the speeding electric dragon, while the Liwen Knight or the "temporary" named Ao had been waiting for this moment.
The "human body" also stood up from the sapphire purification ceremony, raised its left hand high and rushed forward.
The next moment, the glazed skylight formed by the gathering of jasper winds rose from the headquarters, like a "sun of purification".
Its sacred and majestic stream of light weaves clouds wherever it goes, eliminating all the ominous rain of blood, making the sky bright and transforming into purifying clouds and rain, and the rain of glass that does not appear in the material world falls generously.
Very much like the Serenity Rain of Avalon.
But Ao's power is more focused on purification, and is not as strong as Avalon in terms of healing. However, Avalon's temple in human society is in Transia. Even the Holy Spirit of the East will appear, and the God of Nature will appear.
There's no need to hide it anymore.
Natalie in the swamp felt the call, and she immediately fulfilled her obligations as the chosen one. Therefore, with her as the core, a rain of tranquility fell covering the entire defense line at this time.
Well, the two gods really showed you face. I, Murphy, took note of this favor!
With this thought in mind, the handsome vampire swung the magic blade downwards in his hand, and the spiritual lines summoned from the other world descended in a physical form on the high ground of the headquarters. Those entangled lines twisted together really looked like a "gate of heaven" opening.
The moment when five pairs of heavily armed wheels strode out holding the battle flag of the Cadman People's Army, the moment when a total of five thousand undead heroes returned to Transia, when the Hall of Valor that only existed in folklore
The moment Murphy really hit him hard, everyone in the lord position was shouting and screaming.
General Flanders didn't know why he was roaring, but the ecstasy and relaxation in his heart made him have to do something to vent the depression of the day's hard battle.
Probably the same goes for everyone else.
The mortal position held on for three days in a desperate situation, the heroic spirit contract was concluded, and the vanguard of the war returned here.
The counterattack begins, we will win!
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"Huh, I finally caught up."
Almost at the same moment, in the portal five kilometers behind the Maginot Line of Defense, Mr. Qin ran up panting and wiped the non-existent sweat on his forehead. God knows what method he used to get the helmet, but he
The pressing line is finally here.
Sir Serac Finda, who had been waiting impatiently in front of him, folded his arms and said loudly:
"Hey, Lao Qin, I thought you were going to be late."
"Bullshit! Why am I late? This is a war!"
Lao Qin shouted angrily:
"Is my boat ready?"
"What do you mean your ship! It's obviously our ship, right?"
The self-proclaimed "Commander-in-Chief of the Transian Air Force" Serac Fanda put his hands on his hips and pointed proudly behind him. In the sky behind, three fully armed steel airships were waiting to set off. Those things looked like
Three air battleships, with blood flags flying, and the logos of the Blood Vulture Clan and Transia on the balloons were spray-painted in a fierce artistic style, making them look full of anger, ready to enter the battlefield and give the jackals fire.
The supreme test of man!
"At the suggestion of the commander of the second boat, Doujiu Baiduo, I replaced all the ballast with bombs."
Serac Finda's fat face was full of the ferociousness that a warmonger should have. He stretched out his hand to Lao Qin and said:
"Come, temporary flagship commander, wait for your 'War Throne', let us burn the Maginot Line to ashes together!"
