"The world battlefield has begun...powerful men from the major guilds, prove the power of your guilds to the world!"
When Mo Shigui led the people who jumped into the nuclear force and broke into the first hospital area, a dark purple prompt appeared in front of him with a special effect of burning flames.
This line of prompts also included the silhouette of a giant dragon breathing fire, and at the same time, two brand-new windows popped up in Mo Shigui's sight.
"World Battlefield Guild Output Contribution Value
1. Gray Eye Club: 94611
2. Temple of the Abyss: 71231
3. Howling south wind: 61432
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Is this a world-class copy? Mo Shigui looked at the monster Terminal Dragon that occupied the entire first area from a distance.
Its size is one and a half times larger than the Flame Ember Dragon, and it is impossible for players to knock its head.
Mo Shigui could only see players from various guilds rolling around crazily under its belly and claws, using weapons to chop off its dragon tail, or frantically giving the Terminator a pedicure and a massage on its belly.
After experiencing it for a while, the terminal dragon said that the effect was great, so he roared and sent a shot of dragon breath to the holy spirits who were giving it pedicures.
There is also a personal output contribution value in the world battlefield below this window. The highest one currently is Canxin.
"I'm sorry, Old Song! You're here to play this time! This is our territory."
Canshin and his Abyss Temple Guild have occupied the best output point for the Terminal Dragon, and the area around the Terminal Dragon has basically been found by other guilds.
However, before Can Xin could finish his words, the four shield warriors in the front row of their guild died because they could not withstand the abyssal corrosion from the terminal dragon.
"Join forces?" Mo Shigui asked Can Xin without giving him any room to answer.
He directly raised the black iron shield in his hand, switched to defensive mode, and rushed straight towards the terminal dragon.
"Fuck! I really want to beat you into the voice together!"
Can Xin looked at the people of Leap Nuclear who ran past him. The players of Leap Nuclear were worthy of being the first guild of the Holy Spirit. When the shield warriors of the Abyss Temple died, Mo Shigui led his guild's troops.
Five shield warriors stepped forward.
"Pull it! This terminal dragon has a buff that stacks damage!"
The moment Mo Shigui approached the terminal dragon, a negative buff instantly appeared on his body.
"Abyssal Corrosion: A layer of Abyssal Blood is superimposed every second. For each layer of Abyssal Blood, blood and flesh tissue grows on the surface of the equipment, and the damage received from the terminal dragon increases by 2%."
This buff does not surprise Mo Shigui. Powerful monsters in the game basically have these skills specifically for tanks. This skill of the terminal dragon is easy to deal with.
Just arrange a tank rotation, but the problem is... they are now behind the Terminator Talon.
A large number of spiked tentacles grow on the body of the terminal dragon. These tentacles will bind players who want to escape and tear them into the body of the terminal dragon.
"How many t's do you have, Can Xin?" The moment Mo Shigui stabbed the terminal dragon's heel with his long sword, he realized that this world-class monster was not the lord monster on Bailand Island.
It is absolutely impossible for just one guild to defeat it! At least two or even four guilds need to join forces to kill this world-class monster.
"Why should I listen to you? Seven main tanks, 130,000 HP, 3,200 defense, and four deputy tanks! I have sent their IDs!"
Canshin saw the tentacles growing on the Terminal Dragon's body suddenly grab McCafe, who was poking the Terminal Dragon's heel with a small spear, and he realized that now was not the time for a fight.
"Oh my God! Mr. McCafé died again!"
"Damn... he was eaten by that dragon's body. This boss is so pitiful."
"It didn't eat it all. The dragon spit out Mr. McCafé's tombstone."
"You pig-headed wet nurses, pull me away!"
"First echelon tank exchange! Slightly fragile, anemic, Xia Mi takes my place!"
Mo Shigui silently counted the layers of abyss corrosion on his body. When the damage caused by the terminal dragon increased to 50%, under his command, the masters of the Abyss Temple were replaced.
their location.
While Mo Shi was retreating, the spiked tentacles extending from the terminal dragon tried to catch him, but all of them were cut off by his long sword... However, one shield warrior was still killed by the spiked tentacles.
Entangled, the moment he was pulled towards the twisted body of the terminal dragon.
A gunner in the guild fired a laser cannon to cut off the spiked tentacles, but a player in the Abyss Temple failed to escape. It was grabbed by the terminal dragon's spiked tentacles and dragged into the body.
in.
In less than five seconds, the player turned into a tombstone and was spit out by the terminal dragon's body.
The most troublesome thing for Mo Shigui was... after the terminal dragon ate the player, the flesh and blood tissue under its abdomen festered and dripped with a pool of sticky mucus made of flesh and blood. This mass of mucus gradually formed a human shape.
With only 10,000 HP, it is very easy to deal with, but the problem is... these mobs will become more and more killed as the players die.
"Keep the large-scale destructive skills! Wait for my command to release them!" Mo Shigui looked at the tail part of the terminal dragon on the other side. That was the area where Cola Mania was responsible. He could see it from a distance.
A large number of abyssal creatures gathered.
Mo Shigui could only pray that those passerby players would not mess around in this world-class lord crusade, but at this moment, the terminal dragon suddenly waved its forelimbs and slammed it towards the ground.
Its powerful forelimbs directly smashed the ground and buried its claws into the ground, and then... the ground suddenly began to shake.
"Watch your step!" Mo Shigui shouted to all the guild members.
A large number of spiked tentacles suddenly appeared on the ground. Their damage was not high, but they destroyed the original formations of the major guilds.
Among them, the most brutal attack by the spiked tentacles was the Shenmeng Marriage Urgent Committee, or Black Wind Village.
"Master, are you okay?"
Mo Dao Swordsman is following Shen Meng and Coke Mania in chopping off the tail of the terminal dragon.
Black Wind Village is made up of a group of water friends. Organization and discipline do not exist in this guild.
"I'm fine...but don't you think this monster is disgusting? It makes me feel sick to my stomach."
Chen Meng waved the big sword in his hand and released a soul-hungry demon-sealing slash that cut off all the tentacles in front of him.
But when she looked at the terminal dragon in the distance...the terminal dragon's body was gradually twisting and festering, making Shen Meng...a little sick.
"Isn't it? Brother Meng, you used to have fun playing so many VR games with multiple words on live broadcast. This dragon is just childish."
"Brother Meng is scared! Friends from the water play a war song to cheer up the boss!"
Chen Meng listened to the cheers from the water friends around her, and she could only smile bitterly, because what Shen Meng sold in the live broadcast was the kind of tough big sister persona.
If I usually say something like "I'm really sleepy, this thing is too scary, I can't stand it," etc., it will be treated as a joke by water friends.
But this time Shen Meng really felt a little nauseous. This nauseous feeling came not only from the heavy taste of the terminal dragon, but also from... 3D vertigo.
She was quite old, and just now she was accidentally hit by the spikes released by the terminal dragon and flew into the sky and then fell down.
