The first wave of attacks was just a vanguard of transformed novice players, zombies and demons. They hit a bloody head on this line of defense until the last demon fell into the mud. Marceau did not pay attention to the front, and the cat did not leave. He just watched the desecrated soul be knocked down by himself again and again, then hissed and got up and pounced on him again, and then repeated the process of being knocked to the ground.

"Did you see it? This is the last gift left by the weak in the heart to this world." Marceau said to a young paladin who caught up. The latter looked at the broken leg, but still roared like he was not injured and climbed up again. The broken leg bone penetrated the skin, but it still jumped towards the cat with one leg, and finally a sleeve arrow penetrated its head.

Seeing the body falling to the ground, the Paladin glanced at Marceau: "You should have killed him long ago."

"I'm teaching everyone a lesson. It's naturally valuable to keep the persistence of your soul in the face of such dangerous evil, but you should pay more attention to the people around you... After all, not everyone can resist temptation." After saying that, Marceau glanced at the Paladin: "What should I call you."

"Lonal Danne, a foreigner Paladin, I took my friends to the Grand Plaza and found it was well prepared..." The Paladin paused at this point: "I have sent my service object away, and now it is time for me to stand here like a man."

"Your level is too low." Even though he knew that the person in front of him had the strength to completely ignore the level difference, Marceau still had to say so.

"Everyone here today will be unable to escape death, right? And I just fulfilled my responsibilities." The Paladin smiled, then strode towards the front row, clapping and high-high with those who were once players.

"You shouldn't come here." Someone said that.

"Yes, that kitten said that we must all hold this line of defense today until death overwhelms us." Someone sighed.

"I really can't figure out you, Shouchuan, shouldn't you be with your little cutie? We've given you a chance." Someone complained so much.

Faced with these complaints, accusations and dissatisfaction, the young man smiled and nodded: "I have sent her away. To be honest, my family has never had deserters since eight hundred years ago. If my grandfather knew that I had escaped, I would be really dead." The young man laughed at this point: "So, next, everyone, let us go to the sea of ​​blood together."

"Did you hear it? Let's go to the sea of ​​blood together!!" The players on the front line shouted loudly the slogan that began to be popular in the ground forces in the middle of the First Human-Insect War.

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Within a minute, the second wave of undead came again. Marceau put the Sage Staff with the light of the delayed heaven on the south side of the square. The defense line was even more fragile. As the old players said, the defense line in the south collapsed first.

Then Marceau went to the front line and waved the Sage Sword. Every time the cat was born, it could cause absolute damage. Any undead, whether it was a ghoul, or an elite template or even a special template, could not walk a round under the Cat's sword.

The firewall technique rose and extinguished. The undead ignored these flames. In some areas, there were even too many undeads and directly piled up the height of the firewall with corpses. The magic flame that turned the corpses into ashes was extinguished.

Marceau tried hard to assign every spell position in the mage team, but a more terrifying unit high-level crown lord soon appeared among the endless undeads. These elite templates of the undead have a blasphemy halo, and death is the main theme of their world. Some defense lines soon fell in front of these monsters up to level 80, but at this time, the high-level paladins and priests of the indigenous people were a little too busy to take care of themselves. They worked hard to fight against more high-level crown lords on the northern defense line.

Marceau met the Lord of the High-level Crown. The iron-hearted cat first passed the blasphemy identification, and then jumped over the long sword that had passed the horizontal slash in the next second. The sleeve arrow shot out flew on the skull of the Lord of the High-level Crown that reflected light. The cat flashed and let the feedback from the Lord of the High-level Crown fly over with a finger and rubbed the tip of the cat's nose. A warrior hit by the "stream bullet" fell to the ground without a sound. The next second his corpse began to struggle to get up.

Is the holy water so bad? Or is this guy not given it?

At this moment, there was no time to think so much. The sleeve arrow shot by Marceau penetrated its head, and then the Sage Sword in his right hand blocked the slash of the Black Stone Sword. The stone sword, which looked more hard, knocked a head and bloody on the wooden sword in the cat's hand.

The sting blade in his left hand popped up, and Marceau used the sting blade to hold the high-level crown master's grasp. It was also made of the wood of the world tree. The singular crown master wailed and retreated two steps, then a black light flew towards the cat, and immediately leaned back to try to flash the flying prop. Although he had successfully deflected his head, the black flamed stone crossbow arrow still cut the cat's left eye.

If it were an ordinary person, he would have started screaming a lot, but Marceau was different. The cat had already faced death on the trainer when he was young. From the initial fear to the later opening the safety pin of the hot melt grenade, he died with the enemy. Marceau, who had been completely adapted to the pain, crashed into the arms of the high-level crown lord. The Sword of the Sage pierced the chest of the high-level crown lord and nailed its body and soul stone to the ground.

He raised his head and saw the cat with only flesh and blood in one eye socket. The front end of the defense line was full of undead and the corpses of players. Some rangers who shot empty quiver and almost all wanderers had joined the defense line in front, while more undead were constantly passing through the fire and the quagmire.

Sighing, Marceau took out a ball from his pocket, attached it with a light of heaven, and threw it into the sky.

In an instant, the undead illuminated by the light slowly and firmly turned into ashes like dew after the rain. But before Marceau could breathe a sigh of relief, a dissociation spell hit the bead. In an instant, the light of the heavenly kingdom that had lost the Zai family disappeared, and more undead gushed up. Marceau sighed in his heart.

Death is really a big problem that follows this night like a shadow.

Thinking of this, Marceau stood up: "Squad of even mages! After using all the spells, he entered the front line of defense!" After thinking about it, Marceau added: "There are ten minutes left!"
Chapter completed!