Chapter 3878 Difficult Situation
Countless monks are paying attention to the messenger team, including Tang Zhen.
He opened the Kingdom of God in his mind, sent these messenger teams into it, and then chose to watch from afar.
It’s not that he doesn’t want to interfere, but the more he interferes, the greater the backlash will be, just like adding fuel to the fire.
The only thing that can be done is to formulate some special rules to enhance the combat effectiveness of the messenger team as much as possible so that they can persist longer.
For example, this upgrade mode can ensure that injuries will be healed after the upgrade, giving the courier team a stronger combat effectiveness.
The chaotic divinity that blocks attacks also has the ability to upgrade and heal, and the number is endless.
After killing all the monsters, more monsters will appear.
It is indeed quite difficult for the monster to break through the interception and reach the location of the teleportation array.
This is the only way. If this wave of actions fails, Tang Zhen will continue to try.
No matter how great the sacrifice, the message must get out.
As the fighting continued, the courier teams that were originally fighting each other slowly moved closer to gathering together.
They found that it was easy to fall into siege when fighting alone. If they could stand together, the difficulty of the battle would be greatly reduced.
Form a large group, leave the back to other teams, and still have a chance to breathe and rest.
Before this operation, each team chose to conduct closed training for fear that others would know their tactics.
Such a large team collaboration was not considered at all and rejected from the bottom of my heart.
Everyone wants to monopolize the benefits and is unwilling to share them with others.
Only when we got to the battlefield did we realize that this behavior was quite short-sighted. A small team alone was like a small sampan in the rough seas, not as stable and safe as a large ship.
If we can take a hundred steps by working together, we may not be able to take even fifty steps by working alone.
Many of the sect monks watching the battle had extremely gloomy expressions, and secretly regretted their selfishness in their hearts.
If it wasn't greed, how could something like this happen?
I just regret it now, but it’s already a step too late.
After seeing that some teams had woken up and tried to get close to cooperate, the monks watching the battle also breathed a sigh of relief.
There were many monks in the audience who had placed heavy bets on how long each team would last and whether they could win the final victory.
If the messenger team is wiped out halfway and fails to meet the expected time, they will most likely lose everything.
The team of messengers who work hard have their pockets at stake, so they naturally hope to last long enough.
The messenger team of the Kingdom of Mind naturally does not know the thoughts of the outside audience, and is still concentrating on fighting the monsters.
The guardians who have been able to persist until now have killed more than one enemy and their levels have been upgraded more than once.
Although his strength continues to improve, he is under increasing pressure.
A clear arrow can be seen above their heads, indicating the direction forward.
Although there is no need to worry about getting lost, the process of moving forward is too difficult, and every step forward is a river of blood.
The cold and ruthless black-armored monk is obviously made of flesh and blood, but he doesn't care about pain and death at all.
They rushed forward in waves, not willing to sacrifice their lives for lives, and held back the messenger team.
The shock of the team members at the beginning soon turned into numbness, and in the end there was only endless indifference.
All kinds of emotions have been diluted with the fighting, and have gradually turned into cold machines.
Fighting constantly, just to achieve the ultimate goal, no longer even caring about his own life.
Sure enough, this kind of terrible environment can easily turn people into devils.
After paying a heavy price, the scattered teams finally got together and tried to hand over their backs to their former competitors, fighting against waves of monster attacks.
The originally small camp immediately became larger. The monks only needed to resist the enemies in front of them, while the injured could temporarily retreat to the back to rest.
The messenger in the team is still located in the center, enjoying the desperate protection of the guardian.
Seeing those teammates who were seriously injured or even devoured by monsters, some couriers were filled with pain and intolerance.
However, there are also some messengers who have been quite successfully brainwashed by the sect and believe that the sacrifices of their teammates are justified.
Including themselves, they also have to make sacrifices at critical moments to complete their lofty mission.
Compared with the interests of the sect, his own existence is not worth mentioning, even if it means sacrifice, it doesn't matter. In order to make the messenger team surrender, these sects used a lot of methods, showing affection, using reason, and receiving huge profits.
Every member who participated in the action was truly willing and determined.
If you do not meet the conditions, you will not be qualified to participate in the task at all, and you will be kicked out of the team without hesitation.
Even if there is a shortage of personnel, we must not leave any hidden dangers, lest the previous efforts of the operation be wasted.
It is for this reason that the messenger team maintains a high morale, and there is no sign of collapse until now.
The young monk was still blindfolded and did not want to see this tragic and heroic scene, but listening to the rhythm of his reciting scriptures, you knew that he had been affected.
Moreover, the mantra at this moment is no longer for concentration and meditation, but for the salvation of the deceased.
"Brother, are you okay?"
Suddenly there was a voice in my ear. It sounded like it was a woman, which made the little monk's chanting pause slightly.
"I'm fine, don't worry about me, just leave!"
A voice sounded again, still so familiar, but compared to the cynicism of the past, the voice at this moment was filled with perseverance and perseverance. pain.
"No, let's go together. I will never leave you."
"Silly girl, leave quickly. You can't save me. If you wait any longer, we will both die together!"
" No, no one is as important as you, we must die together."
The girl shouted loudly and rushed towards the trapped brother, but was quickly blocked back.
Looking at her trapped brother, the girl let out a desperate cry.
After all, guardians are not machines. They cannot watch their loved ones fall while they choose not to save them.
On the battlefield at this moment, everyone is fighting desperately, and no one can provide assistance at all.
Even if you can do it, you may not help because it is not worth it.
The girl asked for help from her teammates, but received no response.
Seeing that her brother's situation became more and more critical, the girl kept rescuing and asking for help, her voice full of despair.
Soon she saw the little monk, hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to speak.
"Little monk, save my brother, please, he is my only relative."
Hearing this, the other messengers looked towards the girl coldly, leading With disgust and ridicule.
Knowing that the young monk was a messenger, he still asked for help. This behavior really makes people speechless.
The young monk continued to recite the scriptures, as if he had not heard them.
The girl looked desperate. The little monk was her only life-saving straw and she must not give up easily.
She begged again, but there was still no response.
The girl finally despaired. Looking at her brother who was surrounded by enemies, she rushed forward with a sad smile.
She knew she couldn't save her brother, and rushing forward would only lead to death, but she had to take action.
If you do it, you will have no regrets. If you don’t do it, you will have regrets for the rest of your life.
Everyone looked indifferent towards the girl's behavior. The constant killing and death had made them numb.
What the girl did did not affect the overall situation, it was just the difference between dying early or dying late.
Seeing the brother and sister gathered together and about to be swallowed up, the young monk suddenly stopped chanting.
“Alas!”
The little monk let out a long sigh, pulled off the cloth covering his eyes, and looked in the direction of the brother and sister.
"After all, a piece of cloth can only cover your eyes, but it cannot cover your heart at all. If you don't do the right thing even though you know it is right, is this considered practice?"
When the young monk said this, he gently shook his head. , followed by a sneer.
"If that's the case, what's the point of this practice?"
Ignoring the shocked eyes of other messengers, the little monk laughed and rushed into the monsters waving the iron rod.
(End of this chapter)