Chapter 50 50 The quality of this group of newcomers is not bad, gah gah gah

Chapter 50 50.The quality of this batch of newcomers is not bad, gah gah gah

The action of the copy test ended after half an hour as Murphy left with the entire harvest of the basement, and the whimpering trio who were almost overwhelmed by the despair derivatives were completely exhausted.

They were carried by Murphy one by one to leave the “monster field”.

The situation of the other two teams was similar.

Under the “protection” of Missy and Mrs. Adele, the small players did not die, but they were all paralyzed after being thrown back to the advance line established by Maxim and the Self-Help Army.

Recruit armor and supporting weapons of the decentralization of their combat power has been improved, but unfortunately in the huge number of monsters under the impact of such a small increase does not change the essence of the difficulties, however, because of the “real other world” unique experience value and upgrade system design, resulting in the more intense the battle can improve the skill proficiency of the small players and the control of the power.

After a trip through the duplicates, on average, each person had risen one level.

This efficiency could not be said to be exaggerated.

The harvest on Missy and Lady Adele’s side was also amazing, these three family vaults didn’t have armor or weapons, but stored a large amount of various materials.

There were everything from solid and durable rolls of cloth to leather specialized in making armor, and even ordinary dwarven gunpowder used to make explosives along with all sorts of metal pieces gotten from black merchants.

According to Missy’s statistics, the materials in the four vaults combined were just enough to satisfy the consumption of the two hundred-man teams for long-term activities.

This should have been the family’s original plan!
After the invasion of Cadman City, the family guards were dispatched to tangle with the invaders in the lower city to fight in the alleyway war, however, unfortunately, man’s plan was not as good as God’s plan.

The invasion of Cadman City did happen, but the alleyway battle was nonsense.

The enemy directly used weapons of mass destruction, a wave of stealing home directly to the blood vulture clan dry down.

What kind of time is it now, are we still fighting traditional alley battles?
It’s outdated!

“Time is running out, and there are still some supplies in the basement that we can’t take away in time.”

Murphy stood at the edge of the defense line and said to the small players who were sitting on their own platters in the same spot gulping down dry food and drinking water to rest:
“If you still have the energy afterward, you can come to me to collect the blood of a Blood Vulture Clan member as a tool to open the secret vault, and then try to go back to the basement on your own to look around some more, and you might be able to find a variety of supplies that can be used for you.

I know it’s difficult, warriors.

But in this difficult phase at hand, we must learn to utilize all resources at hand wisely.”

“Hmm?”

These words made Brother Woo Meow blink, and he bumped his shoulder against the Happy Stick next to him, who was maintaining his firearms, and whispered:
“This sounds like the rhythm of the daily copy, it seems like the copy test is going well.”

“Smooth my ass! These NPCs are all stingy as hell, obviously we escorted them in, but as a result, they won’t let us enter the basement to scavenge.”

Happy Stick complained heartily:

“How can we replenish so much ammo on this trip? I really regret choosing the Gunner profession, just now I chatted with Maxim and realized that except for a place in the north called Xike City, there are very few firearms circulating in other places in Transylvania.

Most of the people in the Cadman region like to use bows and crossbows, it’s really a hell of a thing.

Luckily, Miss Miriam’s place can maintain and simply remodel shotguns, or else I’d really have the heart to die.”

“Oooh meow, stop whispering there and come on.”

Sanwu Dou, the “physical strength monster”, relying on his character specialty of quick recovery, would have already shouldered his heraldic shield and shouted to his own boss:

“The basement quest is over, but the rescue quest isn’t done yet. Taking advantage of just killing a wave of monsters over there has not been refreshed, hurry to go in and walk around, we have a time limit for this mainline rescue mission, only 48 hours left.”

“Shit! Let’s not let people rest.”

The student party was in an uproar, while cursing the game for even making the fatigue so real, they still grabbed their weapons and formed their own teams to take advantage of the area in front of them that hadn’t yet “brushed the monsters”, and once again entered the vicinity of the basement to search for those survivors.

A young militiaman on the defense line was dumbfounded as he watched Lord Murphy’s warriors walk into that ominous place, laughing and joking, he swallowed his saliva and whispered to the people around him:

“These mountain people from the north . Are they they all not afraid of death? Obviously, they just killed from those monsters, yet they even rested”

“They are Lord Murphy’s warriors!”

From behind came the low voice of Maxim, the commander of the “Kadman Self-Rescue Army”, causing the young militiaman to immediately shrink his head.

The scene of Maxim’s cold execution of seven deserters in the survivors’ camp last night was still imprinted in his mind, making everyone’s impression of this peculiar and ruthless albino bloodservant very frightening.

But at this moment, Maxim did not berate the militia under his command.

He leaned on his “Ambition and Dreams” psychic poisoned blade, which he had found in the basement, and watched as the players disappeared into the shadows of the astral plane that rolled in front of his eyes.

With a tone of intense emotion and a certain respect, he said to the young militiaman beside him:
“Their disdain for death is worthy of all of us; they are examples of true warriors! I have fought alongside them, but I still don’t have a clear idea of the limits of their will.

They never seem to feel fear .
It’s also true that only such people deserve the title of ‘warrior’, compared to them, we are far too far behind!
You guys keep guarding here!”

Maxim said to the three decapods under his command after a night of fighting last night which he had rested for a while to feel a bit more recovered:
“I’m going to go in and search for survivors, when I come back if I see you retreating, you can cut yourselves! Lord Murphy does not need cowards under his command!”

With that said, the blood servant warrior grabbed a sturdy veteran’s shield and carried it in his hand, and disappeared into the shadows of the churning astral realm along with the players even as the militiamen watched in awe.

Since following Lord Murphy until now, although less than fifteen days had passed, the battles that Maxim had experienced had already surpassed many self-proclaimed veterans in both scale and intensity.

He was already a gifted swordsman, and his years of training and will had allowed him to progress no less than a player.

He could feel that he was getting closer and closer to the Black Iron Body, and although he said that he didn’t care about Lady Adele becoming Lord Murphy’s heir, the addition of that powerful and cold lady still brought great pressure to Maxim.

He must become the sharpest sword of loyalty under Lord Murphy’s command, and for that reason, he naturally cannot fear those dangers.

He has to learn from the players!
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At high noon, in a hidden place under the ruined defense line of the city wall, Tris, who was cloaked in a bright red cloak and had changed into a slimming red dress that she didn’t know where it came from, was curiously looking at Murphy, who was preparing to cast a spell in front of her.

She was very interested in the “Otherworldly Warrior Summoning Technique” that little Murphy was talking about.

After hearing that Murphy had once again established contact with otherworldly beings and was going to summon them to this world today, she came to visit.

Of course, it wasn’t just a visit.

In her hand, Tris held a delicate dog tag, made under Murphy’s direction into a classic soldier’s insignia, suspended by a silver chain and embellished with vampire-inspired runes.

These are all the psychic items that Tris has just made.

It was the very alchemical items that provided Murphy’s otherworldly warriors with detection masking of life breath and stabilization of entity projection, the principle wasn’t complicated, but it required extremely high alchemy attainment to make them.

At the very least, there was no way for Missy to make so many psychic energy dog tags in such a short period of time.

This also fully demonstrated that what was hidden underneath Tris’s nondescript nature was indeed a former big brother, casually letting Murphy’s headache be solved with a single strike.

“These things will actively absorb free psychic energy to help your warriors better stabilize their physical projections, and they can maintain their corpse status for a minimum of three hours after their deaths so that no one will find out the end.

The spell it comes with will alert them when they are detected by others, and while it will bleed more when injured but not actually make them weaker for it. As you requested, everything was designed to make them more ‘real’, and to that end I sacrificed the protective spells the thing was supposed to have.”

Tris handed Murphy a handful of dog tags in her hand.

She said:

“They can carve their names into them themselves, which isn’t difficult and is simple to recycle, but if they are destroyed they will need to be remade.”

“Thanks.”

Murphy whispered.

As a result, he was lightly knocked on the head by Tris, who pouted and said:

“I’ll beat you up if you say ‘thank you’ to me again! You’re my bloodline, this is what I should do for you, now cut the crap and let me see how your summoning spell works, I need to rule out any hidden dangers it might have.”

“Hmm.”

Murphy would be a bit beat up in his mind at this point.

He himself knew that this wasn’t a summoning technique at all, it was entirely a golden finger that came with the Test Administrator System, but Tris wanted to see it, so he couldn’t do anything about it.

He could never refuse Tris’s request.

It didn’t matter if it was spending money on booze or CAN CAN NEED.

Murphy took a deep breath and set up a spell casting maneuver that was often associated with summoning spells, and then activated the Summoning Specialty, summoning a stream of the 24 pink and tender little munchkins from the other world who had already gotten their invitation codes and gaming helmets before his eyes.

The entire process was no different from before.

Still outlining the players’ tall, short, fat, and thin forms amidst the fluttering lines of psychic energy, everything seemed normal to him, but the gaze under Tris’s hood grew deeper and deeper.

Just now, she truly felt Murphy’s psychic energy quietly open the contact between the material world and a strange realm in a way she could not understand at all.

That smoothness was something she had never seen in her life!

This fully proved that Murphy’s claim that he himself could not understand the principles of this summoning should be true, and that this level of summoning skill had already exceeded the skills that could be accommodated by the definition of “otherworldly summoning”.

It could even be called a unique talent!
Perhaps, his own little Murphy is really because of that evil accident from Salokdar carefully set up, because of the misfortune to get some kind of “blessing” from the astral world or even more mysterious and deeper subspace.

“You must conceal your powers!”

Tris reached out and placed her hand on Murphy’s shoulder, whispering in an incredibly serious tone:

“It can’t be seen by anyone else.

Maxim’s loyalty to you is confirmed, but Miriam is a threat! I bet that girl Phimis has guessed the truth as well, and she’s not as gifted as I am in psychic abilities but she’s still very talented .
You must find a way to get them to keep your secret.

Your life is at stake!
The Tower of the Ring, the Giant Tree of Castile, the Church of the Winter Wolves, and even the faraway Sanghai Empire’s Priests of the Blazing Sun and the Bright Moon, those Dragonborn Warlocks who live in the ancient kingdom of Calum in the East.
Anyone on this continent who is qualified enough to be a psychic energy user will take great interest in your gift.

You are virtually the only person I have heard of so far who has been able to establish this level of stable contact with the Otherworld, an excellent, unique specimen.

It’s enough to put you in danger.”

“I understand.”

Murphy said as he reached over and placed his hand on Tris’ on his shoulder:

“I’ll protect myself, now I have to have a conversation with my new warriors, I’ll be speaking in their language, do you want to stay on the sidelines?”

“I have this and can translate.”

Tris pinched the arithmetic pearl Murphy had given her, but Murphy just shrugged.

The translation function of this treasure pearl was fuzzy translation.

Murphy relied on the powerful function of the test administrator system to modify the parameters of it, and the fuzzy translation would filter out all the information that shouldn’t be heard by the “NPCs”.

Especially the information about the truth of another world.

Therefore, unless Tris learns the language of these “otherworldly people” from scratch, it is impossible for her to fully understand the origins of these people and some of their habits and traditions.

Learning Chinese and Mandarin from scratch without a dictionary and a tutor.
Tsk, this difficulty is already comparable to becoming a Psychic Master, right?

The 24 little players have been outlined, including 23 hans and one girl.

The players opened their eyes for the first time in this world in the gentle dissipation of the white light of the game helmets, and they came to their senses after taking their first instinctive breaths.

What came into view was a crumbling crack in the city.

Farther away, the tumbling and unsettling shadows of the astral realm covered the sky, blocking out all sunlight, and the oppressive atmosphere and winds full of foul psychic energy blew over, causing the players in the first row to subconsciously raise their hands to shield their eyes.

They then saw the real and incomparable details on their fingers, the folds of skin, the touch of nails and even clear hand hairs.

In raising their hands to block the wind and sand blowing in front of them, that kind of incomparable touch and the world sensed among the five senses made all the doubts that these hearts always had about this world claimed to be 100% real disappear at this moment.

“Crap!”

“Bull!”

“66666”

“Thai pants hot!”

All sorts of screams and exclamations rang out, and Murphy had seen it all before.

He felt the weakness of the spiritual energy in his body, and with a satisfied aunt’s smile looked at the small players jumping around like kindergarten children out on a field trip, and didn’t feel that they had a problem, but felt that the quality of this batch of new players was really good.

At least there is no such thing as a good pigeon as soon as they come up to take off their pants.

For the urgent need for manpower Murphy, now this will really be able to run and jump and talk, one by one, full of vitality like fresh leeks sprouting, so that people are full of desire to want to urgently pull the seedling to grow.

All this, but also what bicycle ah?

But for Tris, this scene is full of some kind of strange atmosphere that is difficult to understand, such as these guys in front of her, she looked at a big tall man who is lying on the ground licking the dirt.
This. Is this an otherworldly warrior?

Uh, it doesn’t feel right at all.

(End of chapter)