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Chapter 889 888. Three-Day Miracle · Heroic Spirit! Follow my orders! -Added update for the "Little Sheep" brothers [210]

"Holy shit, oh shit, Lord Murphy has gone crazy."

The barrage of the live broadcast channel currently pinned to the top of the Transia Tavern APP is full of similar comments. The live broadcast above uses Murphy's battle in the lord's position as the perspective, recording every wonderful killing moment, as well as the cool The NPC's special skill tree has attracted reserve players to exclaim again and again.

This thing is less like a live broadcast and more like a battle image display session to create Murphy's "personal IP".

However, considering that this live broadcast, which has lasted for three days, was conducted by the official account of the Alpha Company development team "Real World·Official", there is a reason for doing this kind of personalized demonstration of NPC combat style.

This account prohibits tipping, leaving rich brothers and sisters with nowhere to spend their money. They can only send out all kinds of rainbow farts to praise "our Lord Murphy", which is really awesome.

"By the way, has anyone counted how many gnolls Sir Murphy has killed since the battle at the Lord's position began?"

Such a question flashed across the barrage, and immediately triggered a wave of repeater frenzy. A few seconds later, a guy calling himself Mr. Counter jumped out and shouted:
"Of course, as a loyal fan of Mr. Murphy, I have counted them one by one. I announce that as of now, the number of kills of Mr. Murphy is 114514!"

"Fuck! We can't have such a stinking Counter anymore. Let's get some management to ban this guy."

"Yes, yes, there are not so many. Mr. Murphy can really kill a hundred thousand jackals by himself. The Black Disaster has long been wiped out by him with his single sword. I am the real Counter. Let me Come and tell the brothers, Lord Murphy killed a total of 10086 jackals in the past three days, it is absolutely correct!"

"@admin, someone, come and block this mobile company's detailed work."

"Yes! It's obviously 10043!"

"Stop arguing, can't we figure it out by using primary school students' math calculations?
It is known that Lord Murphy swings his sword about once every three seconds, with a 60% one-hit kill rate. He has basically not had much rest in the past three days, and the combat area and activity area where he is located are about 10 square meters. What if the gnolls came to die in a row?"

"Aba, Aba, I'm a fool, just tell me the results! Besides, do you really think that a primary school student can handle the conditions you listed?"

"Here I go! I just entered the first year of high school, which is when my brain is at its best. Ha, I figured it out! The result is 114514!"

"grass!"

"Fuck! X2"

"Fuck! X10086"

The style of barrage is roughly like this.

There is no need to expect these guys watching the fun to really use their brains. In fact, if you carefully observe the live broadcast interface, it is not difficult to find that the camera lens often shoots Murphy's chest when taking close-up shots of Murphy in battle. The hanging core orb is also photographed.

There is a special kill record on the core orb. Although the characters are very small, as long as you enlarge the screen, you can still vaguely see the shocking five-digit number that is still increasing.

How many jackals did Murphy kill in the past three days?

This is a question that does not need to be taken into consideration. Anyway, one thing is for sure. After the decisive battle of the Maginot Line, Murphy will definitely become one of the top ten players in the list of "the most number of Jackals killed with his own hands in history".

The reason why I dare not say that it is firmly in the top five is mainly because the Knights of the Blood Alliance have been fighting wits and courage with the Jackals for hundreds of years, and more than this number of Jackals have died at the hands of Lord Paying and the three major lords.

Including the century-old blood feud between the Brass Dwarf and the Jackal, Murphy's kill count is definitely at the bottom even if it ranks in the top ten, so it's better to keep a low profile.

However, in this live broadcast, in addition to the handsome and powerful Murphy who can be used as a screensaver by occasionally zooming in and taking screenshots, the enlarged and bold and ever-changing countdown on the upper left is also attractive. Many people's eyes.

Old players all know that that is the countdown to the return of the undead heroes to the battlefield.

To use the popular "buzzword" nowadays, it is the time when Transia's "Hall of Valor" will be opened next.

This thing has started a 72-hour countdown since a wave of players exploded the Jackal's arsenal, and it has now reached the final stage of less than 30 minutes.

Not only the bystanders who have been emotionally aroused, but also the official players who are about to return to the war zone have also begun the final preparations before returning to the battlefield.

Ordinary players are taking the time to eat something, go to the toilet, empty their bladders and pressure, find a comfortable bed or sofa, say hello to their family members and lock the door to avoid being disturbed by other people in the next big showdown in which they will participate. .

The old players have already laid on the bed and put on their helmets. They are exchanging information in various groups on the forum to cheer each other up and agree on a plan of action after going online.

The presidents of the Players Guild had already discussed the details on the forum a few hours ago.

They even made a 1:1 replica of the defense map of the territorial position to design the best route for the fierce attack after the resurrection. This also received support from everyone in the staff.

The real hard-core players did not wear helmets. Instead, they first did thirty push-ups at home, then ran a few hundred meters, and finally lifted the barbell if they could to get their bodies into combat mode in advance. This will ensure that you can enter the position in the best posture when the battle begins.

Of course, a sense of ritual is essential when playing games and in life, so you must dress up for such a battle!

If you have a bat costume, put on a bat costume, or put on the coolest card face to fight the battle suit, so as to put your mental state into a fiery war state.

As the time counts down to the last five minutes, almost all players have put on their helmets. In the largest group of basic players on the forum, five pairs of wheels are being called.

After confirming that no player was late due to certain things in reality, he began to give blood to the brothers and sisters, while briefly describing the next wave of battle plans.

To sum up, there is nothing difficult to understand. After resurrection, they first change into their coolest and most powerful equipment, and then the combat professionals follow the staff along the central axis of the position to support Lord Murphy and follow the main line NPC. A big counterattack.

Administrative players and manufacturing players who are not good at fighting go to the artillery positions and flank positions to help. Lord Kudel has prepared easy-to-carry small tubes and iron fist rockets for the players in advance. Each of them can receive an average of two. After that, the fire bombing mode begins.

However, the last link in the five-pair plan is a bit strange:
"All brothers with a potential release bar above 40%, as well as blood vulture vampire players and the only silver warrior, Mr. Ma Chachong, please do not leave the command center for the time being. There is a special mission that you need to shoulder."

"what?"

The ruthless horse bug who had originally planned to follow Mr. Murphy to behead a wave of people was a bit stupid. He chatted privately:
"Brother, what's the mission? Why don't you reveal it so I can have a clue? I've already made an agreement with Daesien in private to ask him to cut some highlight moments for me in this operation."

"Well, you will know when the time comes. Don't worry, there will definitely be a highlight moment for you. Also, let Daeshen stay on the field!"

Five pairs of wheels replied:

"Since he wants to take pictures, he should take them well. For three days, the NPCs have been doing the work. It's time for us players to do a lot of hard work to declare our special position on this continent."

"Hard work?"

Ma Chachou asked doubtfully:

"How cruel?"

"It's more ruthless than you think! If it works well, your boy might be able to enter the Hall of Fame this time."

"Okay, then I'll trust you once, buddy."
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Murphy was at the forefront of the Lord's position and Kudel was engaged in a crazy battle in a "back-to-back" manner. The two giants of the Blood Vulture Clan in the field of melee would not spare any effort, and every move could be seen here. Deadly firepower is being unleashed on the battlefield that has been pushed into a true "decisive game."

At this time, the jackal army was already pressing forward. More than five meteorites of different sizes fell on the Lord's position every minute. The interference of Tris and the earth priests could not keep up with the speed of the meteorites.

The most exaggerated thing is that under such a full-scale bombardment, the charges of the jackals did not stop at all! The scene at this moment was very subtle. It seemed like a reversal of polarity. At this time, the jackals turned into the legendary undead heroes who dared to rush forward despite the bombing. At this time, the trench areas on both sides of the position had been completely lost. General Landers and his militia could only huddle in the tunnels dug by the kobolds to avoid being killed by meteorites. The main force on the ground was the undead that were constantly being awakened.

The little mummy and her Moon Secret Cult have now pushed the control core of the Ten Thousand Souls Banquet to operate at the highest frequency, allowing the death spirit to flow in the battlefield in a full-scale manner. Once a life is lost, there will be one. A corpse comes back to life.

But even with this speed of resurrection, they were still defeated steadily by the wild attacks of the jackals.

Only three of the fifteen Dragoon prototypes are still in operation. The two mechanical scythes of the craziest "Duke Moritz" have been broken, all the onboard firepower has been wiped out, and the flamethrower is no longer available. Fuel can only rely on its own quality to crash back and forth in the tide of jackals.

Its outer armor is covered with various scars, which are warrior medals left after countless knocks and chops, as well as battle scars caused by being twisted and torn by psychic energy, and dazzling lightning. It is rolling in it, which means that a certain module has been overloaded, which means that the body of this "Immortal War Spirit" is approaching the limit of use.

But it still didn't stop, as if the cold anger was burning with a more vivid and fanatical attitude.

The collision of the mechanical structure is its war cry, the sparks when the gears operate represent its emotions, every charge and every trample can please it, and more importantly, the hot blood splashed out when the enemy explodes, like Handfuls of firewood were thrown into the furnace, rekindling the lost life of the cursed person.

In the sky above the ground battlefield where the bayonets were extremely red, the gloomy sky was already red enough to drop blood rain.

The divine force field lowered by the Lord of Hunting on this position has officially exceeded the limit level of Tris' previous observations. The fighting spirit of this battlefield and the death of the crazy slaughter are so intense that it even allows the Lord of Hunting's soon-to-be-born consciousness to rely on it. This level of divine feedback exerts a more realistic impact on the physical world.

He might actually be crazy.

Because wherever the blood rain falls, it will directly ignite the most primitive desire for destruction and destruction in the heart of life. What is even more terrifying is that this blood rain will not just fall on the jackals.

The defenders on the position were also covered by the bloody rain of destruction, and the "spiritual encouragement" given by the Lord of the Hunt was directed at both sides at the same time.
He is truly crazy!
He didn't care at all how many jackals and defenders would die, he just wanted to see a real river of blood.

Even Colonel Fraser and his guards were affected. The Plantagenet artillerymen turned their desire for destruction into more intense actions, loading the remaining artillery with ammunition at a speed exceeding the limit, and heading towards everywhere. Yes, the enemy kept firing, while the red-eyed colonel grabbed the command knife and his beloved scarlet revolver and looked around for the target.

Just at this moment, a group of kobolds dug through the position and rushed out of the artillery square. Those crazy things were about to release the explosives they carried with them when they were shot through the head by bullets.

Colonel Fraser, who was full of fighting spirit, strode forward, swung the sharp blade in his hand, and killed several kobolds that rushed out, and kicked the bombs that were about to explode back into the tunnel with very exquisite footwork. inside.

"kill!"

His face full of exhaustion and persistence was twisted, as if he was about to completely release the destructive desire accumulated in his heart.

"I've always been curious about how the Golden Trial progresses."

At the front line, the blood on Murphy's body has become so rich that it forms a strange figure around him similar to a "blood reflection" or more intuitively called "Susanohu Vampire Version". This represents Murphy's silver test. Refining has reached the final moment, and the power of the vampire ancestors has been completely awakened and gradually formed in Murphy's body in a converging manner, but his spirit has awakened from the extreme blood thirst.

He waved the blood-light wave blades that flashed around to clean up the surrounding enemies. He turned to look at Kudel behind him who was holding the heavy sword Griffin and struck an earth-shattering slash to cause terrible damage. He asked:
"At this level, it shouldn't just be a simple increase in strength, right?"

"Almost, when you start the Golden Trial, your own strength has reached the extreme of a mortal creature. Just like a container filled with water that wants to seek further breakthroughs, it is just a matter of drawing strength from the outside to push yourself forward. a general description.

In my opinion, the formation of the extraordinary Golden Rule may be more related to the path of power you choose.

To put it simply, the most extreme and true desires in your heart will be materialized during this stage, and that is the prototype of your Golden Rule. "

Kudel said calmly:
"For example, I want to protect the Maginot Line, so the decisive battle is my golden trial. When this place survives and wins the war, I will also go to the golden realm. But on the other hand, if this place collapses and fails, then I will have nothing but a golden trial. There is no other way to commit suicide.”

"Well, it's really an extreme fighting method."

Murphy sighed with emotion, and during the break in the battle, he took out an exquisite mechanical pocket watch and checked the time while his black hair was swaying with flying blood.

"The time has come."

He said this, and then shook his long hair wrapped in blood. Under the gaze of Kudel and all the defenders, the blood wings that were so huge and sharp that they didn't look like silver vampires opened up and rushed in with Murphy. The sky.

The Governor of the Transians stood in the rain of destructive blood flying in the sky, holding the Necessary Evil and gathering blood spirits, he was like a virtual vampire god.
Murphy moved his sword forward in the air, just like the final infusion of some kind of summoning ritual.

"Listen to my command! Open the Hall of Valor, which carries the indomitable will of Transia!"

"boom"

Tris cooperated very well to attract the blue-purple lightning all over the battlefield, and compiled a cool enough "debut special effect" in the roar of the speeding electric dragon, while the Liwen Knight or the "temporary" named Ao had been waiting for this moment. "Human body" also stood up from the sapphire purification ceremony, raised his left hand and rushed forward.

The next moment, the glazed skylight formed by the gathering of jasper winds rose from the command center, like a "sun of purification".

Its sacred and majestic stream of light weaves clouds wherever it goes, eliminating all the ominous rain of blood, making the sky bright and transforming into purifying clouds and rain, and the rain of glass that does not appear in the material world falls generously.

Very much like the Serenity Rain of Avalon.

But Ao's power is more focused on purification, and is not as strong as Avalon in terms of healing. However, Avalon's temple in human society is in Transia. Even the Holy Spirit of the East will appear, and the God of Nature will appear. There is no need to hide it anymore.

Natalie in the swamp felt the call, and she immediately fulfilled her obligations as the Chosen One. Therefore, with her as the core, a rain of tranquility fell covering the entire defense line at this time.

Well, the two gods were really generous, so I, Murphy, took note of this favor!

The handsome vampire thought so, and swung the magic blade downwards in his hand, and the spiritual lines summoned from the other world descended in the high ground of the headquarters in a physical form. Those entangled lines were twisted together like a "gate of heaven" opening.

The moment when five pairs of heavily armed wheels strode out holding the battle flag of the Cadman People's Army, the moment when a full five thousand undead heroic spirits returned to Transia, when the Hall of Valor that only existed in folklore The moment Murphy really hit him, everyone on the lord's position was shouting and screaming.

General Flanders didn't know why he was roaring, but the ecstasy and relaxation in his heart made him have to do something to vent the depression of this day's hard battle.

Probably the same goes for everyone else.

The mortal position held on for three days in a desperate situation, the heroic spirit contract was reached, and the vanguard of the war returned here.

The counterattack begins, we are waiting for victory!
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"Phew, I finally caught up."

Almost at the same moment, in the portal five kilometers behind the Maginot Line of Defense, Mr. Qin ran panting and wiped the non-existent sweat on his forehead. Who knows how he used to get the helmet, but he The pressing line is finally here.

Lord Seracfinda, who had been waiting impatiently in front of him, folded his arms and said loudly:
"Hey, Lao Qin, I thought you were going to be late."

"Bullshit! Why am I late? This is a war!"

Lao Qin shouted angrily:
"Is my boat ready?"

"What do you mean your ship! It's obviously our ship, right?"

The self-proclaimed "Commander-in-Chief of the Transian Air Force" Serac Fanda put his hands on his hips and pointed proudly behind him. In the sky behind, three fully armed steel airships were waiting to set off. Those things looked like Three air battleships, with blood flags flying, and the symbols of the Blood Vulture Clan and Transia on the balloons were spray-painted in a fierce artistic style, making them look full of anger, ready to enter the battlefield and give the jackals fire. The supreme test of man!
"At the suggestion of the commander of the second boat, Doujiu Baiduo, I replaced all the ballast with bombs."

Serac Finda's fat face was full of the ferociousness that a warmonger should have. He stretched out his hand to Lao Qin and said:
"Come, temporary flagship commander, wait for your 'War Throne', let us burn the Maginot Line to ashes together!"

(End of this chapter)