Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 759 The Player's Counterattack

Armstrong's new changes occurred almost at the same time as Claudia's storm release. It was like a creature that had detected the danger in advance and struggled to counterattack. Before reaching the blood limit of 20.00%, Armstrong broke free from the shackles.

[Skill activation, Hate Furnace]

[Skill activation, strong bones]

[Skill activation, annihilation bombardment (enhanced)]

Roshan was torn apart by the storm, and Armstrong's shattered flesh rained blood in the air. His deformed flesh was shattered, and only the roots connecting to the ground remained intact.Most of the flesh and blood were wiped out by the artifact equipment, and Armstrong directly poured all the remaining flesh and blood into those dangerous magic eye turrets. The new beam bombardment completed the charge, and this time the target of capture was the entire back row.Instead of random naming, all Eye Gaze catches Priests, Mages, and Druids standing behind fighters.Armstrong couldn't bear these disgusting bugs, so he accepted the core high-level order and healed it in seconds.

White bone fragments burst out of the skin, and the disgusting flesh seemed to be covered with a layer of snow. The player's weapon only knocked on the exoskeleton. It would take a few extra knives to injure Armstrong again. This is The newly added bones of BOSS, and Armstrong's oppression of players is far more than shelling.

Hate the furnace, Armstrong burns his own flesh and blood, and spreads the blessings of the evil gods on the earth. It is a compulsive transformation ritual, which simulates the internal assimilation process in a wide area, just like a greedy eater takes out his own gastric acid and other digestive juices directly Spilled on food, and this gluttonous eater is a powerful digester.The highest level of transformation is not to create crazy fanatics or atavistic defective products whose bodies have deteriorated and turned into evil gods. This kind of transformation is perfect, so perfect that it directly transforms the creature into a part of the fit of the evil god, a body that assists the work of the body Tiny units, transforming living people into cells of evil gods.

Elsewhere, the dream elves are finished.But this is Dreamland, and Nightmare Armstrong has been tainted by the gamification of the Light.The skill effect of the Furnace of Hate was suppressed, and the players bathed in the blood rain were just cursed, a curse that lost blood proportionally over time.

"One hundred seconds." The body was exposed to the hot blood rain, and the armor couldn't stop the scorching temperature. Charles judged the remaining time for himself and others.Within [-] seconds, if the remaining HP of BOSS Armstrong is not cleared, they will die.Everyone is the same, if they get the blessing of healing spells, they may last longer, but the priest is not safe now.

Armstrong's sea anemone-like body has completely turned white, and the forked magic eye turret is like a straight branch, with a strange sense of beauty. A rain of light beams flashed in front of everyone's eyes, and no one had time to stop it.Dream elves rarely watch the night sky, and rarely witness the magnificence before them like a meteor shower across the night sky.Human beings have the custom of making wishes to popular ones, and astrologers are even more admirable for meteor showers. They believe that the fallen body carries an abnormal fate and can bring wonderful changes to the place where it falls.

Annihilation bombardment brings unexpected death.Charis was attracted by the flame, and the destructive light cannon exploded behind him.In the blinding light, he couldn't see.You can't see the figure in the white silk robe, you can't see the garnet staff she is holding, you can't see her smooth olive green hair, and you can't see the beautiful emerald necklace hanging around her neck.He used to be full of complaints about this equipment to increase his physique, and he was even more dissatisfied with the game attitude of women who only pursue appearance, but now, he has unreasonable expectations for the necklace.

The curse of the furnace of hatred made Charles' body burn, and the anguish in his chest seemed to explode from the flames. Chaotic memories began to interfere with his thoughts, and he felt that he had returned to the past when he was sought after as a general.

"Once again, failed."

Facing the falling tentacles, Nightingale, the main tank of Charis, gave up her defense amidst the mental abnormalities caused by layers of curses.

The cool comfort awakened the defender's consciousness. Seeing the attack close at hand, Charles jumped in his heart. He moved his right foot back half a step, hid his whole body behind the tower shield, and moved his center of gravity down to distribute the impact to the ground.

"That's it?"

The taunting skill was effectively launched, and all the additional blows against other people were transferred to Charles.He quickly understood what happened. Behind him, the translucent soul of redemption hugged his head, and the phantom of an angel with facial makeup was somewhat similar to Essenna.

The soul of redemption, which can only be activated after the death of the priest, gave Essena an extra 60 seconds to purify the cursed mental abnormality, and Essana brought back Charles' sanity.

The strongest priest of the dream elves was attached to the strongest tank, and Armstaran's shelling made the two merge into one, within 60 seconds.

"Fortunately, this is a game." Charles muttered, the heat in his heart dissipated, "I understand, I can't bear the consequences of losing you at all. I love you, after this battle is over, we..."

[The guardian spirit (Essina) used the silence technique on the player defender (Charis). 】

The guardian spirit's arms hugged Charles' head tightly, and his fingers clasped Charles' neck in the shape of claws.The guardian spirit couldn't speak, and the chill coming from behind made Charles shut his mouth.

The dream players did not have many chances. Their back row was almost completely wiped out. Without the fire support of mages and various strengthening spells, the soldiers could only fight back when they were dying.But they also have hope.

Tiffany, the laurel newcomer archer left behind by the elf queen, survived the gunfire. She held her head high and looked down on the battlefield proudly, like a banner.

"This is the last battle, warriors! Get rid of this residual blood monster!"

The queen's order boosted the morale of the player, and the burned warrior poured all the pain of his body on Armstrong.

Tiffany sighed helplessly.

"Kaylo, you idiot..."

A cold voice came from behind Tiffany, and for some reason, phantom pain appeared in her lower back.

Kylo Assassin Master Nikana emerges from the shadows.

"How did you survive the shelling?" Tiffany only saw a black shadow flash past in the light beam, and she didn't suffer any damage.

Kylo Nikana was wrapped in a black robe, sneaking around.

"That is the special skill of our assassin profession, [Disarm] and [Defensive Counterattack]. [Disarm] can seize the opponent's weapon, cancel the enemy's next attack behavior, and weaken the damage of the shelling to the boss unit. I have already arranged My squad keeps an eye on those Armstrong guns and [disarms] those Armstrong guns as much as possible before the shelling begins."

"The weakened shelling may still be unbearable, but it has reached the damage range of [Defensive Counterattack]. So, I blocked the light cannon."

Tiffany nodded, expressing her understanding of the battle logic in the game world.

"Thank you, Captain Kailo."

"My honor, queen." Kailo retreated to the shadow, his expression was indifferent, and his arms twisted and deformed like coke under the black robe seemed to not exist.

(End of this chapter)