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Chapter 367: Fighting
In the gathering place at the edge of the desert, the battle continues.

Ever since the thin white wizard discovered that his attacks could be rebounded, he felt a little constrained.

He used most of his energy to use acceleration magic to escape the pursuit of the muscular native boy. He also tried to use some low-intensity spells to test the opponent, but the muscular native boy simply ignored his attacks and continued to rush towards him, which made it difficult for him to find out the enemy's bottom line, let alone support other teammates.

"Zakharova! Come and help me stop him!"

Seeing that this enemy was really difficult to deal with, the white magician chose to call his teammates, specifically the white warrior girl whom he had just supported with his mental defense technique.

"give it to me!"

The fierce white woman holding two axes and wearing heavy armor heard the news and immediately broke through the wall of the tin house she was in. She rushed out savagely and quickly, bursting out at a great speed and rushed towards the muscular native boy who was chasing the white wizard, and forcibly stopped him with the axe in her hand.

"Be careful! He may have the ability to rebound your attacks!"

As soon as the thin white wizard escaped, he quickly reminded the female warrior of the information he already knew.

From this we can see that their teamwork is very tacit. If one side is in trouble, the other side will definitely go to support it, and there will be no internal fighting.

On the other side, in a tin house, a plain-looking middle-aged yellow-skinned man was squatting in a closet with his eyes closed. He seemed to be avoiding the chaos, but in fact he was planning an attack.

Because he was actually the native who had launched a mental attack on the white female warrior and the black gunman not long ago. At that time, he was almost able to kill the target and complete the instructions of his superiors, but his attack was suddenly interrupted at the last stage.

"This time, I will use all my strength against a single target."

Hiding in the closet, he was thinking in his mind, believing that he would definitely succeed this time, but suddenly he found several mosquitoes that shouldn't be there appeared outside the closet where he was hiding.

These mosquitoes flew at an extremely fast speed, rushing straight towards the gap in the closet door where he was hiding, and there was no sound made while flying.

"Not good! Mental shock!"

As a psychic with outstanding perception, this yellow-skinned middle-aged man knew that there was a group of strange mosquitoes killing people outside. He immediately shifted the target of the long-range attack he was about to launch and turned it into a range attack to eliminate all the strange mosquitoes approaching him.

These tiny mosquito summons had their nervous systems damaged by the massive mental damage in an instant, and they fell powerlessly into the crack of the closet door like specks of dust, no longer posing the same threat as before.

The middle-aged psychic took the opportunity to open the closet door and prepared to run out to move to another location. After all, there was no doubt that his current location had been discovered, and his perception could confirm that there were no other mosquitoes or enemies around. This was a perfect opportunity for him to find a place to hide again.

However, when he just passed through the closet door, he suddenly discovered that the mosquitoes he had just dealt with had changed. Their corpses were like tiny pieces of incense ashes, emitting a slight green smoke. Although the green smoke was light, it spread into the surrounding air at an abnormally fast speed, carrying an undisguised danger!
"Mental shield!"

Upon seeing this, the middle-aged psychic immediately realized that he was still careless. He quickly activated his superpowers to form a layer of defense on his body that was invisible to the naked eye. Even though his superpower type was not good at doing this, he did not dare to hesitate at all.

Then he quickly ran out of the house under this thin layer of protection, relying on his strong perception to determine the best route of action, especially paying attention to the positions of the surrounding gunmen to prevent being injured by stray bullets.

But all his caution vanished in the next second, because he didn't know that the black gunner player had already known his hiding place through the white summoner's mosquito communication, and when a gunner player knew his exact location, getting shot was a foregone conclusion.

Amid the chaotic sounds of gunfire and explosions all around, an ordinary bullet came flying at high speed from a distance. It cut through the air, drawing an exaggerated arc, first piercing through the fragile gauze window of the tin house, and then accurately hitting the side of the middle-aged psychic's head along a predetermined arc, instantly piercing through his mental shield, causing his skull to explode and die instantly.

An indigenous psychic is out!

People outside should not know about this scene, but in the dark sky, the young man in glasses and white coat standing in the air had a slight change of expression in an instant, and sighed:
"Another piece of trash... Mass-produced mutants are really useless... They can only provide a little help for me to collect information about outsiders..."

From his words, we can infer that he was not here to watch the show. In fact, he sent powerful people with special abilities to help ordinary natives fight against the players. He did not choose to do it himself because he took into account the diverse methods used by the players and he needed to collect intelligence first before taking action.

While the chess players in the sky were observing the overall situation, the chaotic battle on the ground was still going on. The current situation had clearly shifted towards the four foreign players. They killed one after another the natives who dared to attack them, and all the offensives of the natives against them were resolved.

Among them, the strong white female warrior was still fighting with the muscular native boy. She found that the boy was just like what the mage companion who asked him to help intercept said. He was unarmed and should be easy to deal with, but when she attacked with her rare double axes, he could not hurt her at all.

Because every time she chopped the boy with her axe, she would feel a strange sense of stagnation, and at the same time her hands would feel a strong recoil. Fortunately, her strength and physique were good enough, so encountering this degree of obstacle was not a big problem. She could withstand this abnormal situation and concentrate on harassing the opponent, leaving him no chance to interfere with his fellow wizard.

The thin white wizard, who had freed himself from the enemy's pursuit, began to take control of the situation. He kept waving his staff and casting various spells, causing disaster to all the ordinary natives.

Among them are both direct damage types, such as lightning chain group attacks, as well as control and auxiliary spells, such as blindness and madness. Combined with the various defensive spells he uses on himself, he has become the well-deserved focus of the current battle situation.

Many natives tried their best to attack him, firing bullets from their guns and even throwing bombs, but it was all in vain. He neutralized all the attacks and then defeated them unilaterally.

The remaining black gunmen and white summoners were still the same, each killing in their own way, but they were now starting to cooperate, with the summoners sending out some mosquitoes to find some more troublesome enemy locations, and then letting the gunmen deal with them accurately.

Don't underestimate the deterrent power of high-level gunner players. The bullets fired from their gun barrels are not only more powerful than those of low-level players, but they also have a variety of unconventional attack methods such as arc shooting, rebound shooting, and explosive shooting. Unless the enemy hides in a closed iron turtle shell, they will always have the opportunity to headshot them.

This one-sided crushing situation lasted for a while, and the natives hiding in the large iron houses visibly reduced their offensive. Some people couldn't help but start to retreat and flee. After all, their casualties were too great, and no matter how many people there were, they couldn't continue to lose people unilaterally. "They're almost done, let's finish them off."

At this moment, outside the battlefield, on an ordinary open space, someone's voice suddenly came from the air. It was the Xia country gunner player who had rushed here from the desert not long ago. He used some unknown means to completely hide himself, and discussed with another companion who had been out of sight.

“The risk is a bit high.”

A response was heard from another place in the air, which seemed to be not very supportive of this proposal.

"It's fun to have risks... It's not my style to keep hiding."

The invisible Xia country gunner player started to act after he finished speaking. He locked his target on a black gunman who was rushing into a tin house and shooting wildly in the distance, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The invisible bullet then crossed a distance of hundreds of meters, penetrated the wall of a tin house in a straight line like a phantom, and then accurately hit the back of the black gunman's head, but this special bullet gave the gunman the feedback that the enemy was not killed.

"The ability to lock health? These foreigners are well equipped..."

The Xia country gunman's face suddenly showed a slight shock. He remained invisible and began to move his position quickly.

At the same time, several tiny and silent mosquitoes rushed towards the place where he had just stayed at an astonishing speed, but were all cut in half by some invisible sharp blade halfway.

"I'll take care of their gunners and mages, you provide cover."

The other Xia player who slashed out the invisible sharp blade left a word and ran towards the enemy in front silently. They were now basically exposed to the perception of the four foreign players, and the battle between the two sides had officially begun.

"FUCK! Another sneak attack! Everyone be careful!"

The thin wizard, who was the core of the four foreign players, immediately issued a warning. At the same time, he used his staff to add several more layers of defense to himself. With the help of magic, he walked lightly and quickly to the iron house where the black gunman had been shot.

The companion was currently lying face down on the ground with a hole the size of a ping-pong ball on the back of his head. This injury would normally be fatal, but he still had vital signs.

"Nigger, let's see if you'll ever say my spell of continuing the dead is useless again."

The thin white wizard looked at his half-dead companion on the ground, and casually used his staff to create a white ball of light. In the blink of an eye, the ball of light fell and merged into the black man, causing the wound on the back of his head to begin to heal at a speed that defied biology.

Obviously, the white mage had just used an advanced healing technique, and this level of healing technique can only be mastered by priest players. This shows that this person is not a pure mage player, he is also a priest player of a high level, that is, he has a part-time job or sub-profession. It is no wonder that a person of this level can become the leader of this player group.

"OH SHIT! I must kill the person who dared to blow my head off!"

The black gunman in black quickly stood up from the ground, clenched the gun in his hand and cursed. He knew that he had been tricked just now and wanted to get back at someone as soon as possible.

"Don't move. I'll give you some defense. But the continuation of the dead won't happen today. You have to be careful not to get hit again."

The thin white wizard ignored the black man's complaints and reminded him that if he got beaten again he would be in real trouble.

The black man was about to say something when suddenly a mosquito's tiny voice came from the air around them: "Be careful!"

Then the black gunman jumped back and dodged with terrifying reaction speed, barely avoiding an attack that suddenly appeared in the air. It was not because his reaction suddenly became quick, but because after hearing the reminder, he quickly used the gunman's signature skill Bullet Time to strengthen his reaction. After all, he could not afford to make mistakes now.

When the black gunman was rejoicing that he had avoided the attack and was preparing to find an angle to shoot the enemy, he saw the white wizard suddenly fall heavily against the wall as if he had been hit hard. Fortunately, he reacted very quickly and used another way to save his life while being attacked and flew away. His figure instantly disappeared from the spot and left the iron house.

The black gunman quickly poured fire from his gun towards the place where he disappeared. He knew that the enemy must be nearby, and if he didn't take the opportunity to kill him or force him away, he would be in great danger.

puff puff~
Amid the impact of a large number of bullets, many streams of bright red liquid sprayed out of thin air, as if the enemy was really hit by his gunfire. The black gunman couldn't help but feel happy when he saw this.

But the next moment he felt a great danger again. A sharp feeling suddenly appeared at his neck, causing his whole body to start spinning, and then he fell rapidly.

"We've dealt with one, but the other one may not be so easy."

The low voice of a Xia assassin was heard in the air of the iron house. From the way he spoke, it could be known that he was definitely not injured, which meant that his fight with the white wizard and the black gunman was fake, and his real body was not involved. Everything was just a test using a special invisible puppet to force out the key skills of these two foreign players and find out their details.

As it turned out, the black gunman was not as capable as the thin white wizard. After being attacked, he easily believed everything he saw, which led to his neglect of guarding against the real hidden dangers. Unlike the white wizard, he not only had cast various defensive spells on himself to prevent being killed instantly, but he was also able to make appropriate responses in an instant after being attacked, using some skills or props to move himself out of the dangerous situation.

Of course, this may also be related to the black gunman's lack of foundation. If he had as many skills and equipment as his companion the mage, he might be able to counterattack.

(End of this chapter)