Game of Destiny: This player is different

[Skill name: Guidance of the Lost Dead]

[Type: Psychic]

[Quality: Excellent]

[Usage: Active]

[Special effect: I am here.

After casting, summon 3 lost figures due to death in the designated area,

Cause a powerful slash with mental damage to a single target]

[Consumption: 100 sanity points, 200 psychic points]

[Cooling time: 60 seconds]

[Usage conditions: Player level ≥ 13, master the necromancy power system]

[Note: Seahorse is used to remember you. Sponge is used to forget you.

I remember you, and forget you.

They all call me beloved]

[Note: The dead may not be the body, but also the soul.

Just like the walking dead rushing to commute at 6 o'clock in the morning]

While the M1 agent was busy dealing with the enemy in front of him,

the green fleece sweatpants that were only responsible for intercepting the passengers,

proved with practical actions that those who could appear here were not good people.

Three skeleton phantoms appeared without warning,

not only caught the official players of Da Yue off guard,

the audience who were watching the live broadcast on their mobile phones and TVs were also worried.

Get out of the way, get out of the way~

They shouted and clenched their fists at the screen,

Hoping that Taki, who was standing on the spot, could be like the protagonist of a popcorn movie,

and dodge the danger at the last moment.

Unfortunately, reality is not a movie,

this official player is not a son of luck who can aim at the heart and shoot,

and the bullet can be strangely deviated by a few centimeters.

Swish——

Three long knives fell in a Y shape, splitting Taki from head to toe.

There was no expected bloody flesh and skin,

but the strong smell of death attached to the blade,

like a maggot on the tarsal bone piercing the flesh and blood, chiseling the bone marrow,

giving intense pain from the depths of the soul.

"Uh ah!"

The scream sounded, the staff fell,

Taki covered his cheeks with both hands, and fell to the ground with a twisted expression.

"Damn it."

The captain of the M1 agent team gritted his teeth, not caring about besieging the masked man,

stomped the ground with his strong thighs, turned around and rushed to the back.

At the same time, he raised his right fist high and punched the green fleece sweatpants.

The whistling wind was wrapped in spiritual energy, and the invisible became visible,

rotating, spreading, and expanding,

and directly transformed into a roaring bull head fist shadow running out.

"Too slow."

The other party was not in a hurry, and put his palm on his lips and blew gently.

The blue-gray mist spread and rolled forward to wrap the phantom of the bull head.

Two extraordinary elements of different natures entangled, bit, and devoured,

like online lovers who went to a five-star hotel to meet in person,

on weekdays, you love each other and you will not marry anyone else,

but for five bottles of L'Occitane samples,

they fought passionately in the room, and even the glasses flew off.

Afterwards, they blasted each other in QQ space, and wrote several long essays to fight back and forth.

The short confrontation failed to determine the winner,

the captain of the M1 special agent team had a flash of surprise in his eyes.

But he didn't have time to think about it, and quickened his pace to rush towards Taki,

anyone missing in the team could cause trouble, except the auxiliary.

not only because of its importance,

the key is to train an auxiliary player,

the effort spent is much higher than that of ordinary combatants.

If you lose here, your heart will be broken.

As the saying goes, too much concern leads to confusion.

The sudden sneak attack disrupted the rhythm of the official players of Da Yue.

The captain, who was responsible for the tank, turned back to rescue and assist.

Kia, who was fighting the enemy alone,

had lost the totem blessing and his combat power dropped a few points. His figure was dazed for a few seconds.

Seizing this opportunity,

the masked man, who was originally stronger than the opponent, controlled the spiritual fire to make a comeback.

The cold and gloomy blue-gray flames came quickly in a jet-like manner.

Even though Kiaya's four hands bombarded in succession, as fast as a high-powered pile driver,

he still couldn't block it all.

When masters fight, the victory or defeat depends on a thought.

This principle also applies to second-rate masters.

With a ball of spiritual fire piercing his chest, followed by the second, third, and fourth balls,

In just a few seconds,

Kia suffered multiple blows, and his body twitched wildly as if it was electrified.

The brown fur provided considerable physical defense,

Facing the necromancy magic, he seemed so helpless.

His arms fell, his aura dissipated,

When the last spiritual fire passed through his body,

He trembled all over, his feet softened,

His strong body slowly knelt on the ground in slow motion, raising a little dust.

"Take care of one."

After the battle, the masked man raised his eyelids and looked over.

He saw the captain of the M1 special agent team who turned around to support the team members,

ThisAt the moment, he was attacked from both sides.

The red and green fleece sweatpants used medium-range necromancy,

like flying a kite, playing with the bull-headed man in front of him.

Moo——

The latter raised his head and howled, and his short arm disadvantage was fully demonstrated.

Whenever he wanted to launch a charge skill and deal with one of the enemies first,

he would be delayed and pulled by another person.

In addition, he caught a glimpse of the team members who fell to the ground, which made him anxious and angry.

Under various unfavorable influences, he could only be whipped and beaten like a living target.

From this point of view,

he is similar to the old cow plowing the land.

He was whipped all his life and worked diligently,

but in the end, not only did he not have a good end, but he was also sent to a meat processing factory when he was old,

or made into instant canned food, or turned into a hot pot platter.

"NO~ You are the pride of Dai Viet, how can you fall like this?

Stand up, stand up,

The audience in front of the screen, please join me, Nguyen Bi Dai,

and cheer for Dai Viet's extraordinary people!"

The young man in a suit from VTV TV station called out urgently with a microphone in his hand.

He is now fully in the state,

forgetting that he is in the front line of danger.

The cameraman zoomed in,

clearly capturing the miserable appearance of his own extraordinary people.

Such a scene,

made many Dai Viet viewers tremble in their hearts.

They don't believe,

how can the powerful Dai Viet lose to a violent terrorist organization?

In the streets and alleys,

people can hear words of encouragement shouted with fists clenched everywhere.

Motorcycles, second-hand cars, N-hand vans,

all kinds of vehicles are jammed in the streets,

drivers who don't want to drive run into roadside shops,

and crowd together with others, nervously watching the pictures transmitted back by TV.

Some prominent people took the opportunity to speak up,

saying that the Daiyue Extraordinary was so embarrassed because they underestimated the strength of the five thugs,

if they had used all their strength from the beginning, this situation would definitely not have happened.

As soon as they finished speaking,

they were pinned to the ground by the indignant people around them and beaten up.

They used slippers, beverage bottles, plates, belts, whatever they had,

seemingly venting their dissatisfaction in this way.

The passing traffic police saw and heard,

and pretended to stop them and quietly kicked them twice.

The strong leather boots kicked over, causing the beaten people to scream in pain,

shouting,

Stop hitting, stop hitting,

I said the wrong thing, stop it.