Five minutes into the fight over there, McDonald finally figured it out.
The Emerald Nightmare that broke out at this time has certainly greatly strengthened Emeris's power. Unfortunately, this female dragon, which escaped the disaster and is now still corrupted, has not been able to evolve or learn more powerful tricks.
This made McDonald a little disappointed.
Fortunately, sand sculpture players never lack entertainment when playing boss games.
"Milk me! Milk me!" Suddenly the new cultist [my name will become my part in dreams] screamed.
One look at the black light lingering on his body revealed that he had been hit by a shadow-type continuous damage magic.
Originally, for such a trivial matter, just a sip of milk would be enough.
The bad thing is that when the priest player next door used [Quick Healing], the golden holy light scattered on the cargo, scattered, scattered...
The guy immediately let out a scream on the spot.
Several players around him suddenly raised their eyebrows.
[White Dandelion]: "Fuck! I almost forgot, the dirty god's milk cannot bring out the Holy Light!"
As for the dirty gods, they can only accept healing magic from the natural system, such as from Druid and Shaman. Once it is from the Holy Light system, something will happen.
Holy light is extremely poisonous to the evil god.
This time, I'm afraid this guy will die faster.
Everyone knows Emeris's strategy, which is to not die. Under her corrosive aura, anyone who burps will immediately turn into a poisonous mushroom and contaminate the entire area.
Critical moment!
[Qing Deng San Xi] flew up and kicked that guy away.
"Ahhhhhhh"
Such a big dirty god flew backwards twenty meters outward under the influence of absolute force, and hit hard against a large polluted dark green tree trunk behind it.
"Bang!"
The next second, the thing exploded and turned into a big thing like a flying thing, slowly sliding down from the tree trunk...
At this moment, sand sculpture players had light in their eyes!
There is no way to kill teammates directly in the game. Whenever the critical moment comes, there will always be some idiot who is not clear-headed and uses various boss skills to blow up the entire team.
In reality it's much simpler.
That's right! I killed my teammates!
"Ah! I missed it!"
"Ahhh! I missed it too!"
In this super large group of 80 people, the sound of "missing" is endless.
Almost all of them, regardless of whether they were dirty gods or stupid ones, were knocked away and died on the edge of the dream space. They were drawing circles in the corner. Oh no, they were growing mushrooms.
[Elu Castle] Hehe smiled mischievously: "We can't solve the boss for a while, how can we not solve the stupid tease?"
Without the dozen or so people who were in the way, the combat effectiveness of the expedition team has obviously increased a lot.
They advance and retreat in a well-organized manner, just like a real army.
McDonald scratched his head and ignored it.
This is the art of specialization.
Some guys, such as the Evil God, are very good at dealing with illogical and messy nightmare situations, but they fall short in combat.
God gave them the extraordinary mental power to fight against evil gods, but did not give them strong enough bodies and high-sensitivity reflex nerves.
This can be considered a kind of balance.
Not long after, Emeris was covered in bruises, her movement and attack frequency dropped visibly, and she was almost GG.
At this moment, the surrounding scene suddenly changed.
The turbid green color all around suddenly developed in the direction of ink black. At the edge of the dream, countless groups of dark things were twisting and squirming, like lumps of ink-colored paste that had a life of its own.
"Boss!" [Dark Rain Storm] reminded.
"Hmm." McDonald pressed the button on the handle, and saw the other man under the spiritual connection raising his right hand, and the lightning quickly condensed on a [Wind Sword] made of spiritual power.
At the next breath, lightning spread across the entire space.
The violently twisting Razer wildly released the power of the wind element at the edge of the dream space. For a moment, this power was like ice magic, quickly freezing the shadows that were pressing over it.
But in the next moment, part of the boundary suddenly turned into crystal clear green crystals. The crystals squirmed, then cracked left and right, and another green dragon rushed over.
In the system's judgment, his name was clearly [Lethorne], another of the Four Nightmare Dragons.
There was only chaos in his vertical pupils, and he immediately locked onto the players who were beating Emeriss.
When he opened his dragon's mouth full of abscesses, he spat out demonic words full of filth: "Anyone who disobeys the King of Nightmares will be [Destroyed]!"
destroy?
Whether it is the power of the shadow system or not remains to be determined.
As soon as this guy came out, the poisonous breath from his mouth was sprayed towards the crowd, causing the elite operators to scream.
Originally, this green dragon that wandered in will definitely cause heavy losses to the sand sculpture players, and the team will be wiped out in minutes.
but……
McDonald's spiritual body is here.
Just as the sand sculpture players were about to shout, they suddenly saw that the speed of the poisonous mist spraying towards them had obviously slowed down, making it look extremely dull.
The huge ball of dragon's breath was distorted by the sudden strong wind. It was clearly aimed at the group of players, but it was forcefully blown to the other side. The corrosive dragon's breath fell on those wriggling shadows.
McDonald was about to rush forward and cut Letorn down with a few swords. Suddenly, Letorn found something new.
"Awasuidalilimaiya..."
This is definitely not dragon language.
This is obviously the demonic language that Sartre likes to use. The words in it are full of filth, and they are actually praising the great N'Zoth and the Nightmare King Xavius.
Warriors have [Bear-breaking Roar], and dragons have Dragon Roar!
When Lathorne did not take the initiative to attack with his body, but instead attacked with a sound wave similar to a dragon's roar, he had an aura that held the entire audience.
I don’t know how many players were yelled at on the spot until their scalps went numb and their hands and feet trembled.
[Small Building Drinker]: "Fuck! The sea of consciousness was attacked, and the synchronization rate of our mental body dropped?"
The system chat group suddenly went crazy.
After traveling through time for so long, sand sculpture players are invincible among enemies of the same level. But the opponent seems to have mastered some method of interfering with the transmission of consciousness?
Absolutely awesome! One dragon controls the field, and the other dragon kills.
While the players were under control skills, Emeris turned her faucet and her poisonous breath immediately swept towards the DPS professionals around her.
McDonald was in great pain. As long as his true form was gone, he could simply pass by with his high attributes and strong resistance. But this time, he was a clone!
At the critical moment, a voice came.
"Boss, it's so boring! Why don't you wear some black stockings?"
This is the voice of [Jun Muqi].
This guy had already died once when he was attacking Emeriss. If Emeriss didn't die for a moment, he couldn't get close to her, otherwise he would be put into eternal sleep on the spot. Needless to say, once he dies again, he will die again.
The place turns into a mushroom and releases poisonous mist.
So when the current leader of the Evil God was bored, he acted blindly again.
The most high-end ridicule only requires the simplest language.
His words undoubtedly became two words when heard by McDonald's ears.
"Get me!"
In this case, McDonald's is welcome.
With a flick of the wind sword, [Jun Muqi] was swept up by a strong wind, and his whole body spanned a fifty-meter space and fell straight into Lathorne's dragon's mouth...
