Chapter 550 Outstanding Effect
Let’s go back in time a little
Early in the morning of the same day, game time AM05:10
Southeast Continent, Violet Empire, Marshall Territory Western Territory
“Every day is the same~”
Accompanied by a burst of loud singing with a slightly mechanical quality, two low-level blade tigers, whose strength was slightly higher than that of ordinary beasts, rose into the air and slammed back to the ground two seconds later.
“Occasionally~ sudden~ whims~”
The big hand with the blue light flow suddenly raised, and firmly grasped a long sword that came through the air. And forcefully pulled its owner, who was shrouded in black robes, in front of him.
"As long as we have Cordova~"
The huge bladed staff was swung out and smashed two mid-level magics falling from the sky.
"Fantasy~can be~infinitely~extended~"
The tall rune creation looked up to the sky and roared, and then used an extremely gorgeous over-the-shoulder throw to throw the black-robed man in front of him who had his weapon clamped. Instant kill.
"Share it with me when you are unlucky~"
The punisher's staff was raised high above his head, and then spun quickly under the control of its owner, as if it had turned into a Some kind of heavy firepower version of the bamboo dragonfly.
“Stay by your side when you are sad~”
Although he turned the staff vigorously, there was still no sign of taking off. The macho man stumbled forward with small steps.
"Kiss~His~Magic Staff~"
The two almost collapsed men in black robes desperately fired low-level magic, roaring 'Don't come over here, ahhhhhh' , but still couldn't slow down the jumping strong man in front of him even half a minute.
"You can forget your ~troubles~"
Córdoba rushed to the two of them like a steamroller, crushing the painless magic and grinning. An eight-tooth smile, and then sang in a concluding tone: "Bazahei!"
"Your power is worthless!"
"Your attack is meaningless!"
The two men shouted in unison, almost in despair, and shouted at Cole at the loudest volume in their lives. Dova activated 'Whisper', and then...
Bang! ! Boom! !
Two exploding pools of blood were branded on the ground, and this was how they had been confessed for the rest of their lives.
Of course, in the eyes of Cordoba who turned on the 'Minor Sensory Protection System', the two people just suddenly turned into the style of the domestic early childhood education film many years ago, and then further turned into two mosaics. That's all, the scene can be said to be very harmonious.
Two minutes later, Cordoba, who was both happy and happy, put the Punisher's Staff on his shoulders, opened the message board and reconfirmed his position with Futaba, and then continued on his journey. ...
Yes, he added Futaba as a friend on the first day he set off from the City of Light. After briefly explaining his intention to help eliminate demons and defend the way, he learned from the latter After receiving appreciation, concern, condolences, gratitude and detailed information about the 'Marshall Family Slave Trading Incident', I started on my way non-stop.
It must be said that Futaba's eloquence is many times better than that of Mo Tan in the state of 'absolute neutrality'. Under her 'explanation' of seven points true, two points false and one point improvised, Ke Erdovar's anger towards Buffy Marshall and his family has already reached its peak. Coupled with the 'old hatred' that indirectly killed him before, this big brother who is too powerful to be a player now just wants to destroy Marshall's family. , cooked that heartless beast.
And this is what Futaba is happy to see.
In fact, after hacking into the online gathering of Mo Tan and others, Futaba has been thinking about Cordoba, planning to turn this strong man who is firmly ranked second in the player's combat power rankings into a powerful one when necessary. The temporary tool was for her own use, but before she could free her hands to get close to him, that guy from 'Hei Fan' actually delivered this thing directly to her door. How considerate!
So, after getting the news, the girl immediately approved Cordoba’s friend request, and then started to interact with her using a new character set of the ship that Motan (Absolute Neutral/Chaotic Neutral) had never seen before. A series of exchanges were held.
In front of Futaba’s disguise that could handle most people, Cordoba limped as expected.
In his (indoctrinated) impression, Futaba has become a 'gentle, kind, polite, caring, quality, thoughtful, straightforward, generous, simple, and occasionally She is a good girl who likes to play pranks. Although she is not his type, she can give him the feeling of a smart and talented girl next door. She is definitely a netizen worth making friends with.
However, deep in his heart, there was also a vague thought that 'it is best not to have too much interaction with this girl', so he regarded the Violet Empire as his last stop, secretly Decided to go back to Tianzhu Mountain after this battle.
All in all, after spending a lot of runic energy and rushing at full speed, Cordoba finally felt the Marshall Territory in the early morning of the decisive battle, and also encountered a minor accident...
To put it simply, he just entered the horse race Not long after Sauer took over the western border, he saw a bunch of strange-looking men in black robes gathering on the roadside and muttering something. At the feet of these people, there were more than a dozen civilian-looking corpses lying on the ground. They were quite nosy. Cordoba then strode over to see the situation.
As a result, the other party actually took action the moment he saw him. His reaction was quick and his movements were deft. It was obvious at a glance that he had rich experience in killing people.
So it is obvious who created those dozen corpses.
Corvo didn't talk nonsense, he threw off his arms and started to fight with the girls.
It didn't matter if he didn't pinch them, but after pinching them, he realized that the people in front of him turned out to be the kind of cultists he had seen in the holy mountain Sumir.
Then...
The previous scene appeared, Cordoba killed them all, and continued after editing the incident into a message and sending it to Futaba I was in a hurry, and I forced myself to log out at 06:59:59, the game time. After spending a normal day, I logged back into the game at 07:00 PM, the real time on the same day, and continued on my way.
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Game time AM09:54
Thirty miles west of Mithril City, the main battlefield [How is it possible, why would such a thing be counted...]
As an orc aunt, she led a small number of second captives Gavin, an elite member of the slave group and a member of the high-level Whispering Cult, bit his yellow teeth lightly, raised the flintlock gun in his hand, charged the two Redbud Guards directly in front and pulled the trigger, barely containing the opponent's momentum. At the same time, several high-level Whispering Cultists took a step forward at the same time and murmured something in a low voice, causing dozens of Baroka Panshan Knights to fall from their horses and capture the large-scale water magic of several mages from the slave group. Rushed to the side.
This is located on the outer edge of the west side of the battlefield, and it is also one of the few locations where no large-scale fighting has occurred. However, even so, the thundering sounds of fighting and shouts of death in the distance, The screams are still endless, and every moment there are countless tyrannical energies and violent elements exploding continuously, harvesting fresh lives.
Thirty-five thousand versus fifty thousand, with a total of more than 80,000 people, the war entered a fever pitch almost immediately. The Knights of Buffy's Sword and the Knights of Rock Mountain fell in the first confrontation. At least With four figures of people, the Ice Curtain Mage Group continued to jointly cast spells under the protection of the Mercury Guards and the main force of the Second Slave Catching Group, although in most cases they used the Ice Rain and Mountain Dew spells with the shortest preparation time and the lowest level. Technique, but still reducing the number of lords' coalition forces with extremely high efficiency.
But in contrast, Fire Claw's Wolf Cavalry and Simon's Night Watch Legion were not idle during this period. In these two long hours, they had shredded the Second Slave Catching Regiment's defense line six times, almost Ninety percent of these elite retired veterans were slaughtered, gnawing away at each other like locusts. Although the Mercury Guards and the Mage Group's counterattacks left nearly a hundred corpses every time, the wolf cavalry and the Wolf Cavalry who had gone crazy were killing The Blood Claw Guards who followed up did not retreat even half a step, and took full damage head-on, suppressing the battle damage of the Night Watch Legion to an extremely low level.
This is not because they are so close to the Simon family. There is only one reason why these people are so desperate, and that is that they have a grudge against the enemy in front of them... a blood feud! !
"Kill them all! The cubs!!"
Nazgrel Black Scar roared loudly, the wolf cavalry commander firmly grasped the reins in his hands and drove himself The huge black-maned werewolf stood up, and the double-edged battle ax [Serasil] in his hand suddenly fell down, and actually swung a dark blue light wheel nearly five meters wide, and in an instant, seven or eight people were killed. The members of the Ice Curtain Mage Group who were too late to withdraw were beheaded, and then they raised the sword in the other hand and roared with blood all over their bodies: "Let them pay with blood!"
The wolf cavalry quickly chased after them. They boarded the commander who had already rushed out of touch with the main force. They waved the weapons in their hands with horror and used all their strength to kill any enemy who could not run out of their attack range in time, while the war wolves under them were While dashing left and right, he was also constantly using his fangs and claws to help his knight tear apart the enemy.
"Blood debt must be paid with blood!!!"
The knights roared at the top of their lungs, partly to express their emotions, and partly because they needed to concentrate on this kind of yelling behavior. Otherwise, the brain-filling demonic sound that enveloped the entire battlefield would penetrate into my ears that I wanted to deafen and disrupt my thoughts.
“The big river~ flows eastward~ The orangutans on the ground are doing somersaults!”
“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!”
“Golden Bang, stick, stick, stick, stick, stick, stick! ”
"Chasing dreams, chasing dreams, chasing dreams, chasing dreams, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle, circle!" >"Braces girl! How beautiful! My sister has such strong and beautiful legs!!"
I don’t know when, these weird, scary, and sad diseases started. If you listen carefully, they actually contain some kind of mysterious logic and mystery. Rhythmic 'sounds' have resounded in every corner of this battlefield. They come from huge numbers, tone-deaf, unruly, unruly, ugly, drake, and broken gongs scattered in various war zones. In various voices, a cool BGM has been created that is unprecedented and unprecedented. It tortures the body and mind of every listener all the time, and destroys the outlook of every hearing person. It is like a game only for Cruel rape at the level of thinking!
When a sad melody is sung by a singer, it may become some kind of art; when sung by an ordinary person, it may become a joke; when sung by a tone-deaf person, it may become a torture ……
Then, if there are seven or eight kinds of crazy melodies, two or three thousand people who are inconsistent with the concept of "music" in the eyes of their colleagues, leaders, and subordinates, or even some kind of natural enemies, are divided into teams, groups, and melodies, neatly If it is sung and countless amplification arrays are broadcast, what kind of grand occasion will there be?
In the original words of the creator of this nightmare, Mo Tan, it was ‘an auditory feast that cleansed the body and mind’.
An auditory feast that makes no distinction between friend and foe!
An auditory feast that makes you want to die!
A soul-stirring auditory feast!
An auditory feast... that can greatly reduce the power that the Whispering Cult can exert, and even make it impossible to use their abilities!
"Your armor means nothing...meaningful!"
Bang! !
An uncle who looked like an ordinary farmer staggered forward and flew forward. The iron sword in his hand brought out three sword flowers, which turned into afterimages and struck a thick tower shield one after another.
Then he was slapped to the ground by the Fernan Iron Gate warrior behind him who had no shield height. He looked up and saw the latter curling his lips in disgust, then covering his ears with one hand and holding the shield with the other. He took two steps this way, and then there was a series of heavy blows on his head and face: "I'm protecting your head...a thing...just cut wherever it's hard, you're mentally ill!"
As a result, the Whispering Cult member who failed to perform his power was beaten to death.
Of course he did not die of mental illness. Although the spirit of this middle-level swordsman who believed in the evil god was definitely not very normal, the move this person just made was actually quite clever. To put it simply, he planned to use The power of his 'master' makes the opponent's defense ineffective, so that the subsequent two changes in the sword skill can easily take away the life of the shield soldier.
In theory, this is a good idea.
In fact, the possibility of this idea becoming a reality is quite high.
If...without the BGM that always echoed in every corner of the battlefield and refused to stop for a moment, this cultist might have really succeeded.
Obviously, the seemingly unsolvable power of the Whispering Sect actually has flaws, and the old commander who has been paying attention, observing, and studying this sect and this evil god since a long time ago... the old military doctor Mo Tan, Huadian was successfully discovered.
After combining many examples and obtaining a large number of battle records about the Whispering Sect from Huo Yanyang, Mo Tan made a very reliable assumption, that is, the power of the Whispering Sect can essentially It is said to be a power that is infinitely close to self-suggestion and self-deception, but what is different from spiritual magic is that through the medium called "whisper", when the affected person's cognition is successfully interfered with, a certain This kind of power will turn the disturbed 'falseness' into 'reality'.
But using ‘whisper’ requires concentration, otherwise the intensity of the suggestion will be greatly reduced.
So before the war started, Mo Tan came up with a very pertinent idea for everyone, that is, to recruit 2,000 of the 50,000 soldiers with the worst singing ability, and train him personally in one class. , and then disperse this group of people throughout the battlefield in an orderly manner. After the battle begins, through amplification magic, props, techniques and the like - speak up!
The effect is outstanding.
Chapter 547: The End
(End of this chapter)