Chapter 1452 This life is too tiring, I have to pay more!
Uther was stunned. He turned back suddenly and shouted: "McDonald's! This is my job, don't steal it from me..."
If he were to use his personal power to resist the spiritual impact of the ancient god, Uther would definitely choose to consume his own spiritual power first, rather than the spirit of McDonken, who is the commander and strongest point of the heroic group.
He is not a MT, there are still several strong MTs in the league.
If McDonald's spirit is weak or his command is wrong, then he will really suffer.
Uther shouted and immediately shut up.
The mental power barrier in mid-air collided with the evil god's mental shock wave. Obviously there was no sound coming from the ears, but there was a series of continuous mental explosions on the mental sea.
This feeling is very strange.
In the mental vision, the silver kite-shaped shields condensed with mental power were bitten into pieces by the large and small mouths transformed by N'zoth's mental power. Countless crystal-like mental power fragments exploded on the spot. , dissipated in mid-air.
but
This has nothing to do with McDonald's.
The heroes suddenly discovered that it was the Trident soldier on the far side behind them who maintained this wooden wall of spiritual power.
In the wave just now, dozens of dirty gods screamed on the spot, covered their heads or temples, and rolled on the ground in pain.
Several guys looked exhausted, as if they had fought the fifth girl seven times in one night.
The heroes realized that it was the trident that used the spiritual power of mortals to form a barrier to protect their attack.
For a moment, everyone was a little moved.
What an awe-inspiring spirit of sacrifice!
[Kidney deficiency at half a year old]: "Boss! Boss...I'm afraid I can't survive. I want to help my friend ask 'Shakespeare' before I die!"
McDonald bared his teeth and said, "Get out!"
"ah!"
"I'm dead!"
"Boss, for the cause of the empire, I will die without regrets..."
A bunch of dirty gods yelling and screaming, which sounds miserable but is actually very angry.
Their performance revealed one sentence: Boss, this job is too tiring and hard, we need to pay more!
McDonald's had the intention to kill people, but at the end, he raised a trembling finger.
The screaming [Junchen Tianya] on the opposite side showed five fingers.
McDonald thought for a moment and returned the price: three!
[Junchen] still wanted to struggle and continued to show five fingers.
McDonald objected on the spot: "Should we do it? If not, I'd be down!"
Suddenly, a group of idiots who were struggling in pain on the ground a moment ago, looking extremely ill and burping at any time, immediately jumped up, and each one patted their chest: "Boss! Let the storm come more violently! We can still hold on. ."
The corner of the emperor's mouth twitched crazily. He could fully imagine what bad consequences it would have on his reputation if these bastards booked a club in New Boralus City for three days in the name of the royal family.
Alas! The emperor’s moral integrity is completely lost!
Not to mention that, the heroes can be regarded as having "long postures". It turns out that those seemingly unreliable sand sculptures of the Trident actually have this special ability.
"No one's heart can resist the great N'zoth!" The eight-story-high Crayfish rushed over with heavy steps.
This momentum is already terrifying, but what is even more terrifying is that the entire spiritual world is in turmoil. Anyone with high enough spiritual power, regardless of profession, can see the spiritual power of [En'zoth Shell] that has almost turned into reality. It suddenly became denser while rolling continuously.
The cotton-like surging mental power was extremely corrosive. Just one wave of impact caused the entire square to be reflected in a layer of dangerous purple-red light.
N'Zoth's power is weird enough, but I didn't expect players to give in too much.
Only the Archmage with the sharpest sense of spiritual power will find that the space not far from him is distorting, and thousands of small spiritual energy cracks and whirlpools have appeared in mid-air.
Don't look at the exaggeration of the huge wave of mental power that N'zoth blasted over. When it encounters these small gaps, it feels like the water from the pipe reaches the shower head and is diverted away in an instant.
Obviously, the Trident does not rely on just a few hundred dirty gods to resist N'Zoth's spiritual corrosion. It is likely that tens of thousands of elite soldiers are carrying it on the other end of this spiritual network.
"Can people from the Trident do such a thing!?" Even though he was an ally, Khadgar was only shocked.
Unbeknownst to others, McDonald was extremely annoyed at this time.
The entire system chat group was full of moans and groans. Even if the ordinary operators could not speak, the complaints from the elite operators alone made the system group as lively as a vegetable market.
There are so many guys crying like ghosts, but there is only one boss at the core. We are suffering, so we need to make money quickly!
McDonald felt regretful for the first time in a long time. If he had known that these guys were so annoying, he might as well have let the heroes handle it.
But well, if it’s not a trap, it’s a trap.
If he stops now, won't these guys come to him for payment?
Fart! These guys still need to be paid in full even if they don’t work! Otherwise, they won’t be able to do anything next time.
McDonald gritted his teeth and shouted: "Kill quickly!"
Isn't it just breast sh-B? Many Stratholme heroes understand it.
【Spiritual Rot】?
I insist on eating it! Then Mr. Crayfish, please also use my magic weapon [cleave]!
Without the messy mental skill obstacles, what's left are the most primitive melee skills and the general-purpose shadow damage.
The huge pliers made an exaggerated sound of breaking the wind, and with just one blow, there was an astonishing momentum like a mountain collapsing.
If you change to a MT, even if you can hold it, you will still be beaten passively.
There is no way, the size of the enemy is just here, 99% of the warriors in the alliance can't help but feel guilty when they see the enemy's giant leader.
Magni is definitely an exception.
"Hmph! Kill me? You're not qualified yet!"
[Earth's Joy], driven by the power of [God Descends to Earth], has grown in proportion to its body. On its face, there is an artifact giant ax as big as a T-34 looking down, and it hits the lobster claws hard.
Under that kind of mountain-shaking violent blow, the one who suffered the loss... was of course 'Brother Shell'!
The cuticle, which was tougher than steel, broke open an irregular hole as big as a tank turret with just one sonorous strike. If the Faceless General had still had his sense, he would probably not make any more reckless attacks.
It's a pity that it's not, it's just a puppet of N'Zoth. The giant eye on the head is still staring at Magni ferociously, and at the same time, it also hacks out the [Paw Blow] full of dark energy!
Magni subconsciously used the epic warhammer in his other hand to resist.
"Duang!"
Although it was blocked, he was surprised to find that there was a long, dark shadow scar on his chest.
This is the [Dark Scar].
"Change T!" McDonald shouted, and the old bull Kane immediately ignored the terrible size difference between the two sides and bravely pushed forward.
‘Brother Shell’ is another pair of pliers.
If it were replaced with another tank, it would be unable to please it either. The old cow had turned into a fire cow, and the flames of [Burning Hand] instantly turned its pincers into blazing torches, and it retracted its pincers subconsciously.
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