Chapter 763: Ha, a good day starts with gang jumping!
Chapter 761 760.Ha, a good day starts with gang jumping!
Hon. Manson felt the star-battle in his hand, polished with marvelous animal bones, with great satisfaction.
The origin of the item was not clear to him, but it was a “gift” from the Friends of the Dusk.
It was said to be made from the bones of a beast that had long since become extinct in the world, and was sensitive enough to astral and spatial energies that it would be perfect for use as the core carrier for releasing spells such as Astral Tear.
Manson had never thought before that just a simple tearing of a dimensional boundary could have such a horrific effect on the material world, until it personally retrieved a life from the disaster of the Black Flame Pass, it finally realized that the Transylvanian’s art of war lies in the rational use of all weapons that can be used.
At this time it really thanked Governor Murphy from the bottom of its heart for the exaggerated Star Realm Rift that he made in Black Flame Mountain Pass for revenge, the existence of that thing made the nearby dimensional boundaries no longer stable, and the difficulty of launching the Star Realm Tearing Technique was much lower in such a situation.
Of course, they didn’t have the complete learning of the Astral Realm Ripping Technique in their hands.
The principle of that thing was indeed very simple, but it wasn’t that easy when it came down to actual use, or else the Astral Realm Rip would have become the favorite means of attack used by the various cultists on the continent as early as eight hundred years ago.
However, Manson as a gold priest for spiritual energy knowledge although not compared to the kind of Grand Duke Tris old qualifications, but it also has its own set of methods to use spiritual energy, such as the Star Realm Tear this kind of sophisticated spells although can not be mastered in a short period of time, but as long as you know the principle of the earth method of the use of force big bricks to fly as well as able to achieve the same results.
This valley was not chosen at random.
It was very close to the straight line distance from the Phantom Shadow Valley, it was only the multiple mountains that made going over it impossible, but in front of the might of the Star Realm Tear that was always released on a large scale, such a small distance was already enough for Manson to make this risky plan.
It didn’t even need to precisely control the landing point.
All it needed was to tear a large enough rift above the Valley of the Shadow, and it would return to give them a destruction in the same way the Transylvanians had buried the army of the Splintered Claw Clan, and it didn’t even have to be a complete destruction.
In terms of the terrain of the Valley of the Shadow of the turtle in a jar, just need to stir up the turtle shell defense there, and leave the rest to Xugerson can be a battle to settle the matter.
The best result would be to exterminate Murphy, that magical vampire, here.
It wasn’t just Huegson who wanted him dead, Dusk’s friends would have hated to eat his flesh and sleep in his skin, I don’t know how that vampire managed to be so young and yet so spectacularly gifted at getting into trouble.
“Keep charging!”
Priest Manson shouted:
“More power, in an hour at the most we will have the energy to tear the borders apart, this war will soon reach a turning point and that brutal blood torture will be inflicted by the hands of the Blood Scar Clan! For the Lord of the Hunt’s…”
“Bang.”
Before he could finish his sentence, the Star Battle in his hand was struck as if by an invisible fist, nearly sending the thing flying out of Manson’s hand under the enormous force exerted.
The Golden Priest immediately realized that he had been attacked, but the target of the other party’s attack was not himself, and there was no leakage of the killing intent causing him to be completely unaware of it.
It raised its head to look along the direction of the incoming bullet, the storm for the bullet’s triple acceleration in the air brought up three clusters of still dissipating white impact ring, that almost a straight line through the trajectory fully explains the deterrent power of this shot.
It couldn’t see where the enemy was, and now wasn’t the time to think about that.
Manson subconsciously looked to the starbattle in his hand that had suffered a heavy blow, a twisted gold-burning slug had left a horrific laceration on it, but Dusk’s Gift was sturdy enough that the thing was only cracked but not shattered immediately.
It was emitting a mournful cry, and the horrific psychic energy it bore was rapidly escaping from the crack.
Thankfully, it didn’t shatter open.
There was still hope of remedying the situation, only needing to take some of the pressure on itself to keep the thing working smoothly.
Never mind!
The ritual wasn’t disturbed and could continue .
“Bang.”
The second shot that was less than a second apart was inspired in this instant, Manson reacted with divine speed to activate the remote nullification totem at his waist, the power from the Lord of the Hunt enveloped his entire body, and in that intervening moment, Manson could even see the high-speed spinning gold-fueled bullets that had been retarded by the Lord of the Hunt’s divine power, losing kinetic energy as they flew in front of his eyes.
Like a running rabbit is falling into the speed of the tortoise little by little, it seems that as long as it reaches out its hand can pinch this damn “little devil”.
And it did!
It reached out and grabbed it, but the retinal image failed it. The bullet was indeed slowed down, but not to the point where it could be grabbed by hand.
It looked slow, but that was just an illusion!
“Bang.”
Star Battle was hit once again, like a northeastern big brother who’s been hit in the eye socket by a big pussy fight followed by a less destructive electric blast, holding his body strong and unwilling to fall, and having to mouth off one more stiff-lipped curse at what you’re up to.
However, this soulless thing does not have that strong will to hold on for the sake of face, in the old Manson’s heart will be broken watching, the hand star wars from one-third of the fracture, flying pieces in the riot of spiritual energy under the collision of the flying out in all directions, bursting out of the spiritual energy is so terrifying that the flying out of the debris and even in the cheeks of the Manson left a blood scar.
A few unlucky people who were close were even directly shot in the head and fell to the ground without even uttering a word.
“Dammit! Kill them!”
The Golden Priest’s defense-breaking roar echoed through the valley.
At the last moment, it used its own power to infuse the Star Battle to barely stabilize the storm of spiritual energy that was about to erupt, and continued to maintain the filling of spiritual energy, but turned itself into a “human power” like Tris in the duel at the Andromeda Hills, who had used her body as the core of the ritual.
This meant that it would not be able to move freely until the ceremony was over.
“Well done!”
Old Qu was still feeling miserably humiliated by his bullet that had hit but failed to destroy the Star Battle, and then he saw the second complementary bullet perfectly completing the near-impossible act of destruction.
His emerald green pupils looked to the other side to see Corporal Mia withdrawing the shells from the second assembled Ogre Hammer.
The two spotters beside her were still cheering, but Corporal Mia, who had assisted Qu in the kill, was still aloof, the girl was always so unsmiling when she was working, but she was obviously relieved, and her instincts from the elite hunter seemed to pick up on Qu’s observation.
So she turned back and looked over at Old Qu, giving a shy smile and another scissor gesture.
This was still a gesture that represented victory learned from the players.
“Bang Bang Bang.”
The cold sniper master Old Qu’s heart was like a deer in headlights at this moment.
He withdrew his gaze somewhat evasively and didn’t know why he was so humiliated, obviously he wasn’t a beginner who hadn’t seen anything before, he also often went to wash his feet with Brother Woo Meow and the others, so how could someone who had eaten and seen still have this kind of shy and innocent reaction?
This comes with a stadium Corporal Mia obviously not good-looking ah, at least not the type that he thought he would like.
Well.
He admitted to himself that he had been severely poisoned by the super shibari pictures made by those welfare bodhisattvas on the internet using various retouching techniques, causing his aesthetics to have far exceeded the level that should be expected of him at this salary strength.
But that wasn’t the reason or justification for one’s in-and-out behavior at this moment, was it?
Well, it must be the pesky hormones at work!
After all, he had just teamed up with this young girl to accomplish a rather awesome endeavor, and this wonderful shot would be enough to earn himself a ticket to step into the Hall of Fame, but of course, it was just a ticket, and in the ever more competitive present, he would have to continue to work hard if he wanted to take one of the 30 spots on a firm footing.
Shit!
Heart, stop beating!
Cheeks, don’t burn!
Blanch!
I don’t want to disgrace the honorable group of rhodium cesium beryllium!
Old Qu gave himself two hard slaps to calm himself down, and then tilted his head to see that his blood was suddenly half-cooled, and in the air there were five bipedal flying dragons carrying fully-armored Split Claw Hunters flying over towards his bearing.
Well, this is where the real difficulty of the Silver Trial lies.
But old me had been fucking humiliated like this, what did I care about a little more difficulty?
Hmph.
You jackals who can’t read the air already have your death throats!
“Ka.”
The thumb-thin gold-burning bullet was shoved into the chamber, the muzzle of the big gun was slightly raised, the still burning potential was like a fire that filled Qu with fighting spirit, like a belligerent male dog in heat wanting to show his bravery in front of his target!
Uh, this analogy is not quite appropriate, anyway, everyone understands the meaning.
“Come on!” He gritted his teeth as he claimed his enemy’s aim and pulled the trigger.
The roar of the gun’s chamber represented the fusion of forces that were pushing his skills to a new level, while the burning eyes represented the absolute effort of a pure-hearted rhodium cesium beryllium who wanted to maintain the image of a “great master” in front of the girl who made his heart flutter.
On this ridge, the hunters have a real challenge, but they are doing great things without fear!
This is what it feels like to be a hero, this is what it feels like to be a light!
Ah, life and will are burning so beautifully.
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“Buzz.”
The Scorpio Magic Sword that flew by was accurately sliced through the neck of the Seatwolf that pounced in front of him under Brother Meow Meow’s “mind at will” maneuvering, and after the activation of the Blade of Bloodshed, this simple version of the Magic Sword, which had always been low-profile, also played out its due strength.
Brother Meow Meow had gotten his hands on this item for quite some time, but in the past, he had rarely been required to use it to defeat his enemies in battle, instead, those vampire players who had bought the original embryo of the magic sword from him and Master Broken Blade for a high price had used this item very skillfully.
After all, they all had to pay homage to the mainline NPCs.
Archduchess Tris said that this thing could grow by eating blood, so what player wouldn’t want to raise their own “necessary evil” with their own hands?
“Ouch!”
In a low, sad sound, meow brother that always in any place to kill the War Thorns beast like pushing gold mountain collapsed like a pillar, this horrible war machine in the fall before at least stomped to death dozens of jackals also swallowed the same number of dog things, but there is no way to help the enemy is too fierce too much.
When it collapsed, its plant body was already covered with scars and even the burn of psychic fire and the impact of darkness, the fatal wound was the real damage dealt by the three hunting voters with throwing spears, which directly pierced through the plant beast’s “heart core”.
However, Brother Meow Meow did not need to feel sad.
As the ultimate beast of the Red Knights of the Church of Avalon, the Thorn Beast clearly possesses “immortality”.
Its corpse withered quickly and soon a grayish-brown round seed was gathered in the fluttering leaves, only needing Meow Meow to repeat the previous process, so that it could absorb enough war blood, and this thing could be resurrected once again.
It can be said that the true meaning of environmental pollution-free war beast.
However, saying these environmental jokes now won’t change the situation of the Big Bird Regiment, they buried the stone of positioning in a flat area below the valley, and the spiritual energy shock when this thing was activated immediately triggered a big melee.
National 007 didn’t say how long it would take for the thing to take shape and mold the portal, but now the Big Bird Regiment had been holding their position for over ten minutes.
What an unimaginable battle record, honestly if it wasn’t for the fact that this squad of theirs had always been at the forefront of player quality, with each guy having one or two crushing items in their hands, it would have been impossible to hold out in this kind of battle.
Brother Woo Meow had already used up the Thunder Sword Oil he had drawn earlier, and now every swing of that Borut’s Butcher’s Battle Axe would draw down a blinding roar of lightning within thirty yards of the surrounding area.
“Holy shit, I’ve only fucking gotten five Ancestor Powers!”
Whimpering Meow shouted as he held his tongue:
“I didn’t plan to finish the Silver Trial here, f*ck, I’m the one who’s going to reach the top!”
“What are you yakking about there? Hurry up and get on! Activate your Ancestor’s Power, cripes, three or five buckets have been cut over, it’s going to be impossible to top!”
The small hand that was already burning its potential bar wielded the combat dagger of the King of Biting Bones to make his way through the shadows as he loudly urged:
“This is no longer the time to think about your damn prospects, open the trial and hurry up!”
“Fuck!”
Brother Woo Meow could only helplessly mobilize his Ancestor’s Power under repeated urging, preparing to start the Silver Trial, this scene now really needed a little burst of power, if they didn’t top it, they would have to carry it with their lives from the NPCs who had already grown a little attached to them from night to night.
They might be willing, but the problem is, these simple guys can’t be resurrected!
“Get lost!”
Woo Meow chortled as he roughly slapped away the dueling wine that the veteran witch hunter in the group had grabbed out:
“It’s not time yet! You can drink it when we’re done dying, you! Listen to me, you’ll never cheat me out of a penny of my pension! What the hell are those bastards from Fort Courage doing?
Why aren’t they coming?
It looks like the starfield tear is opening up up ahead!”
So what are the defenders of Fort Courage, who are being spat on by Brother Meow Meow, doing now?
They’re getting ready to go through the portal, of course.
The reason why it takes so long to open the portal is not only because of the gathering of elite soldiers, but also because of the sudden preparation of the winged cavalry, which also needs a little time.
“There’s no use for you guys at all!”
Frode, the bear-skinned warrior chief, growled:
“Miserable hillbillies get out of the way! Don’t disturb the grand attendance of our Warmblood Berserkers! It will be enough for us to go there and support.”
“Stupid brutes are the ones who should roll!”
Can a Valand knight riding a cold wind get used to your temper?
The knight of the forest chalice looked at the scarlet gate that slowly opened a thousand meters ahead, he pulled down his battle helmet to cover his face, and nonchalantly said to the warrior chief Frode who was glaring at him angrily:
“Haven’t you gotten enough of a beating from the other day? Do you want me to beat you up again before we leave so that you understand that your strength doesn’t even rank in the top three in Fort Courage? What is such a trashy piece of crap still barking!
You’ve only learned Vam’s loud voice?
Yuck!
What a disgrace to your Berserker.”
“Dog! Wreaking havoc on Avalon’s favor, but your god can’t protect you forever.”
The barbarian immediately barked and cursed like a belligerent wild dog:
“I’m going to cut down 99 jackals to please my god in a moment, do you dare to compete with me?”
“Only a beast would agree to such a killing contest, don’t be foolish, we are here for a greater purpose.”
The Cthulhu Knight was uninterested.
He and his winged cavalry were ready to step into the battlefield, but in the next instant, a voice rang in his ears, it was Missy Femis who presided over the portal.
“There’s a second response signal from that locator stone, it should be an expert arranged by Lord Murphy! She’ll be in charge of dealing with Manson, you guys just need to kill off those jackals.”
“Roger that!”
Valander responded.
He took down his thorn-woven armor-breaking hammer with his backhand and began to accelerate forward with his winged cavalry, while Phineas’ voice echoed in the plaza of Fort Courage at this moment with some strange longing and momentum, and she intentionally added a “Bateman’s Low Sound Effect” to herself and shouted:
“The way is clear! The beacon has been released! The portal is open, gentlemen, and may you all have a good time jumping into battle! To Transylvania! For Lord Murphy! For Sacred Terra!”
“? What’s with that weird slogan at the end? What the hell is Sacred Terra? Is that thing a code word for vampires?”
The Valander Knight who was charging into the portal with his horse’s head stopped spinning for a second, well, it seems that the rumors of Missy’s confused thinking due to too much contact with the foreigners were true.
To put it simply, it’s madness seeking.
Alas, it was a pity, the little Earl of Sherron was quite fond of this little potato friend who was similar in size to her.
“But the expression ‘gang jumping’ . Well, I like it!”
The Pale Knight thought so.
In the next instant, after crossing the background of the starry sky, he was the first one to kill his horse in front of the already bloodied portal, the hissing of the cold wind and the vibration of the earth representing the shining appearance of the Transylvanian elite unit – the Winged Cavalry!
As the old saying goes.
The earth is roaring with grief to signal our arrival, and the sweep of the mounted spear will send the fools who try to stand in the way to their deaths.
Now!
Suffer the wrath of Transylvania, bastards!
(End of chapter)