481.Chapter 479 478 Monster! The time for you to die has come!

Chapter 479 – 478.Monster! The time for you to die has come!

The roaring artillery shells kept smashing into the plague town that had completely collapsed, and in order to increase the lethality, Artillery Major Dunn commanded his artillery to smash in almost all of the gold-burning high explosives he had in his hands in a very short period of time.

But even in such a fierce and dangerous battle, the artillery of the Golden Flower people still strictly follow the process of firing, especially the “fire control personnel” using special arithmetic beads to calculate the point of impact, so that in the eyes of the foreigners very backward artillery hit the bombardment that does not belong to their due precision.

The effect of such powerful firepower assistance was gratifying.

Although some of the firepower was lost to the Legendary Giant Snake, the rest was enough to break through the psychic protection of the rickety Warlock Tower.

The door to the tower that was finally opened completely could no longer block the players’ sudden advance, especially after the martial monks of the Shadow Trail Faction rushed into the third floor of the tower and escorted Moe Haha to disable the switch of that trap path on the western front, the players on the entire position could quickly enter and exit the Plague Town from here.

Their strength in numbers finally came into play, and they began to rush into the town to fight with the elite jackal warlocks that were trying to escape.

However, for the “professional players” who were responsible for raiding the group, the situation in the periphery wasn’t worth paying much attention to.

They had to take advantage of the opportunity created by the almost total annihilation of the student party to completely kill the BOSS in the Warlock Tower.

Thus, Crippled Claw, who had replaced Torn Flesh in the command post, was out of luck.

In fact, when the two events of the Swamp Giant Serpent being seduced into breaking into Plague Town and releasing the remains of the King of Biting Bones without immediately charging into the tower happened in quick succession, Crippled Claw’s insane mind realized that something was wrong.

It also wanted to run!

But before it could gather the manpower, the players below had already howled and killed their way into the fourth floor of the Warlock Tower, completely blocking Crippled Claw’s path of departure.

This unlucky guy was a genius corpse constructor, his attainments in the field of necromantic reshaping made even Torn Flesh exclaim that it was invincible, but the result of specializing in one field was that he was very bad at other auxiliary spells, especially techniques like psychic teleportation that took up a lot of energy to learn.

It wasn’t that Crippled Claw couldn’t learn, it was just too lazy to do so.

Now, this laziness completely killed its last hope of escaping, unless it was willing to take the risk of jumping directly from the window on the fifth floor of the Warlock Tower.

And not to mention this fatal height, it was a dead man, fall injuries and whatnot didn’t need to be cared about.

The main reason was that the three-way war between the Giant Serpent, the King of Bones, and the Mysterious Interdictor had turned the area into a “no-go” zone, and any one of the three parties could end their pathetic existence if they weren’t careful.

Therefore, in the crippled claw’s view, he jumped down to bear the risk is not as good as he is here to resist.

There were some dismantled corpses in Torn Flesh’s lab that it could use for quick construction anyway.

Crippled Claw firmly believed that the King of Biting Bones, revived by his own hands, was invincible, and despite such and such faults, the King of Biting Bones would still be able to crisscross the battlefield before the energy of the Vampire Heart, which had been fused with the power of voodoo, was depleted.

Therefore it only needed to hold on until the King of Biting Bones had defeated that mysterious blocker, and then it could maneuver its most proud creation to rush into the tower and crush all of these bold Transylvanians to death!

“Bang.”

A low slamming sound soon resounded outside, the players who had gathered the elites of three fronts to kill through the fourth floor in one fell swoop were trying to break down the door.

In the midst of the noise there were then brothers who specialized in explosives stacking a large number of explosive bombs at the entrance of this top floor laboratory, ready to detonate and then open the way to the final boss room, followed by another round of artillery bombardment on the already tilted and fractured structure of the warlock tower, causing the upper level of this tower to even begin to collapse the brickwork in the midst of the violent shaking.

“This place is going to collapse! Should we get out first?”

A small Vikina in the crowd screamed, and the Happy Stick beside her stared intently at the explosives fuses that had been ignited in front of her as he shouted, sword and shield raised:

“Don’t panic! It’s just the scene destruction part, many classic boss battles incorporate a similar ‘soft berserk’ mechanic, it seems that the final battle of this raid requires us to finish off this boss before the Warlock Tower collapses, or else we’ll all meet the end of the group.

Therefore, there is no need to hold back after the battle in a while!

Use what you have!

Aim for a wave of DPS pumping frenzy to press it into decimation.”

“Alas, it’s a shame there’s no Valor or Bloodlust.”

Uncle Ferdin, who was carrying the Knight’s Warhammer, said regretfully:

“It always feels like it’s missing something when it’s missing.”

“Actually, there is.”

The assassin’s small hand that had participated in the Dueling Andromeda Hills group raid looked up and down at the pulling plate armor on Uncle Fording’s body, and said that these RP parties were really good at enjoying themselves, and actually engraved sacred scriptures on their plate armor.

You don’t say, this mess makes this armor look especially classy.

Handsome!
It’s very windy!

The somewhat sour little hand explained to Uncle Ferdin while applying poison to the dagger and short sword:

“Previously, the BOSS Kenpot in the 002 group book used a similar bloodthirsty technique, and we even specifically asked the knowledgeable Mrs. Tris.

She told us that Bloodlust has always been the Jackal hunting priests’ crushing skill, so we can determine that when the ‘hunting priest’ transfer route is introduced in the future, players will definitely be able to learn Bloodlust as well.”

“But compared to Bloodlust, the ‘Ranged Attack Invalidation’ totem under the Hunt Priest system is what we melee fighters want the most.”

Because Brother Woo Meow’s three-day resurrection time limit hadn’t arrived yet, Brother Black Silk, who was still carrying the Vam Decapitator as a guest Berserker at this time, said to Uncle Fording with a wide-eyed smile:

“I purposely left a profession column just to wait for the opening of the Hunting Priest’s profession, so when the time comes to carry a ‘Forced Melee’ totem on my body, won’t it be great? No longer need to be afraid of those cowards who only dare to sneak attack from afar.”

“Wow, according to you guys, then won’t the currently shining long-range profession have a bleak future in the future?”

The “Bloodstained Pistol Marcus”, who was leaning on his armor-breaking halberd beside Uncle Fudin, exclaimed:

“By the time everyone has a ‘Ranged Ineffective’ totem, won’t they be useless?”

“The PVP that can only be done in the gladiator arena may be weaker because of this, but on the other hand we are still strong in the PVE realm ah, the Hunting Priests are also a hidden inheritance, it makes no sense that any monster we encounter will be able to throw out a totem.”

Qu was very upset as he played with a few gold-burning bullets in his hands as he spat:
“Besides, you guys can carry that shitty totem around with you 24 hours a day? That thing also has an effective range, after leaving the totem range, we want to sneak you how you want to sneak you. Let’s not talk about this, it’s all for later.

Pro is going to blow up the door!
Everyone get ready for the assault!”

The crowd was waiting for the engineer-born Tiger Leopard Rider-Pro to complete this breach, some guys had already covered their ears, though there were others who would express certain regrets.

For example, Sister Pomegranate.

She hugged her arms and said to the serious-looking Happy Stick:

“I was counting on relying on our guild to take this copy alone, but it turns out that in the end of the fight, we still had to all go together.”

“Right now, we’re not strong enough, it can’t be helped.”

Stick pulled down his combat mask, revealing only a pair of sharp eyes as he whispered:
“Let’s wait until we break through to the Silver rank before we talk about this solo raiding thing, by then the qualification for the Hall of Fame will be up for grabs as well.

But there’s no way this time.

A few guys from the student party have already reserved that spot.”

“Yeah, there’s no chance.”

Sister Pomegranate waved her hand, popping the wolf’s tooth fist blade on her wrist as she pulled the hood protecting her face and neck closed and said softly:

“Next up is the Black Plague, the big dataset, followed by the opening of the entire continent’s map, those of us who are definitely going to have to spread out and explore, so I guess we won’t have that many opportunities to fight the book together in the future.

That said, at this point in time, Brother Stick, do we veterans still have to call these real and unparalleled scenes ‘replicas’ with a clear conscience? It’s like we’ve been mindlessly playing dumb and treating Transylvania like a game.”

Stick did not answer at once.

It wasn’t until Pro lit the fuse to the explosives and was about to blow the door to the lab on the highest floor of the Warlock Tower open in that bared sound that he whispered:

“Pomegranate, the brothers and sisters who come in behind us may not have the questions that our experience has brought about thus doubting it all, so it is up to us as forerunners to decide whether or not we want to tell them the ‘truths’ that we all have in fact come to suspect.

I don’t know about you.

But I will answer you that in my eyes this is ‘copy’!
It’s just a weird game!

Don’t pass your troubles on to others who are entitled to simple pleasures . And so are we.” With that said, Stick charged into the lab that had been dislodged in the flames before him, fighting with several of the undead constructs that Crippled Claw had improvised.

The others screamed and followed closely behind, and Bull and his three brothers even started a desperate charge, shouting “Revenge for your classmates”.

“Don’t think about it! Thinking of it as a game will allow you to enjoy the battle more purely.”

As Cat, who was carrying a heavy sword, crossed over the burning wreckage, he turned back and whispered to Sister Pomegranate:

“Unless you go AFK right now and never come back, you’ll also have to accept the reality that it’s already a part of life for the rest of us. By denying what’s in front of you, you’re also denying yourself.

People who don’t have the means to reconcile with themselves are definitely going to have a bad time for the rest of their lives.”

“You came to comfort me too?”

Sister Pomegranate rolled her eyes and said:
“You’d better take care of your large family first, your brother-in-law rushing over to grab something from the BOSS is crazy, it’s almost like suicide!”

“Aki! Next!”

Master Yang, who was fighting frantically with Crippled Claw in front of him and was desperately trying to snatch something from Crippled Claw’s waist, couldn’t care about the three Undead Stitches beside him closing in on him, as he shouted, and the object in his hand was thrown towards the doorway by him.

Cat turned back and jumped up to catch the smashed spectral magic dictionary in his hand, and then put it into his spiritual energy bag.

This was a key prop for Feng to be able to move freely.

Cat was then about to rescue his brother-in-law, but just as he started, he saw Master Li killing the undead with his ferocious Winter Wolf Fist.

The Winter Wolf Fist blades sheathed in both fists rolled up channels of frost and splattered in all directions, releasing his old foe from the awkwardness of being besieged, and the two middle-aged martial arts masters, one using a sword and the other using a fist back to back, killed with such vigor that they almost drew in the undead created by Crippled Claw.

The power of the two monk “big daddies” created a perfect opportunity for the others to raid the boss, with the roar of another round of Canary Flower Artillery, the top floor of the Warlock Tower had been blown out of a big hole.

The masonry that continued to fall announced that the scene would withstand two more shelling rounds at most before it would completely collapse.

“Quick, DPS on! Don’t even fucking touch the fish! Bring out all the good stuff you have in your suitcases! Smoke it for me!”

Seeing how fast the scene was destroying, Stick also got anxious, seeing that the unbreakable and undefeatable Sanwu Dou who was holding the BOSS’s corrosive attack could hold it all by himself, he simply didn’t become a Deputy T himself.

Sword and shield dropped backhand from the psychic bag to draw a wing cavalry war spear, aiming at the BOSS with a round of standard dragon gun assault killed the melee fighters began to wrap around the back piercing.

This Crippled Claw guy wasn’t good at melee, but it had the advantage that it was already dead.

Even if it was slashed in the body by a Vam Decapitator it wouldn’t hurt, still able to keep throwing Underworld spells and summoning a steady stream of Necromantic creatures to impact the enemy.

It had thought that opening a door to the Underworld to summon Necromantic creatures would be enough to repel the Transylvanians, after all, they had never been known on the continent for being good at psychic powers.

However, it turns out that Crippled Claw’s knowledge of the Transylvanian warriors is still stuck in the “previous version”.

He had already opened three gates to the underworld, but he was still unable to repel the Transylvanian warriors, and instead, he allowed them to hold off the dangerous undead and then attack him in a more vicious manner.

The warlock’s body that Torn Flesh had selected for it was already riddled with holes, and it would eat date pills if it continued like this!
Spare the dead, this moment under the siege of crazy players all recalled the feeling of fear.

“Bang.”

Cat jumped up from Bull’s shield with borrowed strength to deliver an execution chop in a cool stance of power slash, and the heavy ranger greatsword smashed into Crippled Claw’s head like a war hammer.

This heavy blow made its eyes bleed.

But before Crippled Claw could stand still, the more agile Pomegranate jumped out from behind Cat.

The Winter Wolf Steel Fist, which had finished storing up its power, struck its chin with an indestructible thousand-pound force, and the freezing power attached to the Winter Wolf Fist instantly froze half of Crippled Claw’s body.

And Mrs. Water, the “Perpetual Healer”, made a rare guest appearance as a DPS today, and the “Natural Purification” chanted by her was perfectly timed, and in the moment when the Crippled Claw broke free from the freezing, it blasted the Jackal’s head with a Flame Strike.

The blue purifying fire of this blow penetrated through the flesh and blood and hit the rotten dark soul of the crippled claw, and the attack with weak divinity achieved an effect that was completely incomparable to that of a sword.

The sharp pain that reverberated in the spirit and soul level made Crippled Claw feel unbearable.

It let out a whimpering scream, staggering and waving its hands to block the attack from all sides, but it was already in complete disarray.

This scene excited all the players involved in the raid.

Turning the stage la!

The BOSS has cowered! Into decimation it went!
“Die for me!!!”

Black Silk charged over with Vam Decapitator in tow, starting with a lethal strike to slash the Legendary Battle Axe into Crippled Claw’s neck, and was about to push hard enough to complete the massacre when he cold hear the sound of cannons ringing out all around him again.

The last wave of fire support was so precise.

It completely destroyed the upper floors of the Warlock Tower, causing the entire roof to collapse, and the entire Warlock Tower was cut off from two-thirds of the way up, bringing the screaming players crashing down to the ground after the earthquake-like commotion.

“The time limit for combat has been exceeded, the boss room has completely collapsed.”

Little Vikrama flew out of the collapsed ruins with difficulty with Lady Water in one hand and Orchid in the other, she looked down from the high altitude filled with the smell of smoke and said in a regretful tone:

“Is this considered a failed raid?”

“According to the general design of the battle, this wave really belongs to the group destruction.”

Orchid Blossom, who was being carried in Little Vikramana’s left hand, said in an odd tone:
“But I don’t think the development team here will give us another challenge by recreating the scene, so it shouldn’t be considered a failure, right?”

“Look! They’re not dead!”

Mrs. Water on the other side exclaimed:

“Black Silk is holding something in his hand! It’s the head of that strange jackal! They killed it, we won! Oh yeah!”

“Be careful, don’t let go, okay? You’ll die if you fall this high.！ Mrs. Shui, you’re such a beautiful goddess, you don’t want to be like the unlucky Lumina and be passed down on the forums as a black history because of your humiliating fall to your death, right?”

Little Vikrama wobbled and brought her two teammates downwards as she flapped her wings while saying in a puzzled manner:
“Why are you so excited? You also participated in the last group game.”

“Can it be the same?”

Mrs. Water skimmed her lips and said:

“In the past, it was all about healing into the book, but this time it was hard to be the main DPS! The commemorative significance is certainly different, ha, it turns out that my talent is by no means limited to adding blood to you guys.

I think I can switch from Divine Shepherd to Preceptor.”

“Is everyone still alive? Squeal!”

Happy Stick, who was dusty on the ground ruins, slapped the dust on his body while shouting towards the surrounding ruins, and soon there were others who got up from various parts of the ruins, but there were also unlucky ones who were crushed by heavy objects on their bodies during the thirty-odd-meter fall resulting in death by falling.

The ratio of survivors to deaths was around 1:1.

Although tragic, compared to the previous two copy raids this was already much better.

“Come here, come here, share the spoils!”

Pretending not to use his hands stood on Crippled Claw’s headless body, holding Crippled Claw’s Decayed Soul Bone Staff and a few undead trinkets aloft in his hand as he shouted:
“All good stuff with special effects, come on!
There’s a boss waiting for us in the Tectonic Tower, and this Swamp Giant Serpent is about to hang, so I think we can take advantage of the opportunity to finish off this World Boss that’s been seduced here.”

“Fuck! There’s something behind you, Little Hand! Quickly run! Dodge it!”

“Huh?”

Little Hands saw the old quirk in front of him shouting at him like he was mad, his reaction slowed down a bit instead of immediately Shadow Escape, he ghostly swept back and then saw a strange jackal monster killing out of the mist from behind, waving its crippled claws and roaring angrily as it slashed down towards itself.

The speed was so fast that Little Hands couldn’t escape in time, and could only throw a Scrying Spell on this suddenly killed BOSS, and the information that came back to him made Pretend Not to Use Hands startled:

“Crap! Gold rank? Or the King of Bone Biting? Is the development team completely crazy?”

(End of chapter)