Chapter 141 Holy Cathedral City, the phantom of the twelve-winged angel
"It is extremely dangerous to enter the Temple City. Your army cannot follow us so arrogantly."
Ferguson's words interrupted Richard's thoughts. He closed the attribute panels of the two skills and looked directly at each other.
"Your Excellency, you should know the importance of these troops to me. I do not have the background of the Scarlet Parliament, and it is impossible to abandon these troops."
"No, I'm not asking you to abandon the army. You can take the army away, but in a different way."
As he spoke, he reached out and waved, and a black wooden sign that was one-third the size of a palm appeared out of thin air in his hand. It was engraved with countless inscriptions and emitted a faint special energy fluctuation.
"This is a high-level Tibetan soldier card, which can accommodate a large army"
Richard's eyes immediately lit up.
Is there such a good thing? ! !
"But this is also limited. It can only accommodate undead, machines, and these types of troops that do not need to breathe."
He reached out and took Hou Dale. Isn't this a treasure tailor-made for the Twilight City?
Looking at Richard's hot eyes, Ferguson said heartbroken.
"I got this treasure from ancient ruins, and there is only one left."
"After binding, others can no longer use it. You must collect the army first."
Hidden Soldier Card
Level: 3 stars
Features: Can accommodate 1,000 units
Restrictions: It cannot accommodate life that needs to breathe. The size cannot exceed 5 meters. If it exceeds 5 meters, every additional meter will occupy 10 more places.
Introduction: Rare treasures created with ancient magic are very precious.
What a baby!
If used correctly, the Hidden Soldier Card is simply a magical weapon.
Richard's eyes were bright.
According to Ferguson, he first bound it with spiritual power and imprinted his own mark on it.
Even if it is destroyed in the future, others will not be able to use it.
Then, a thought came to my mind.
The space in front of him suddenly became illusory, forming an opaque arch 10 meters high and 8 meters wide.
The light became a little distorted at this moment.
Entering through the arch is the space inside the Tibetan Soldier Card.
Richard did not hesitate, waved his hand, and all the troops entered.
As the army passed through the illusory arch, he could feel that the area of the special space where the soldier cards were hidden in his hand was getting smaller.
The 5-meter-tall heavy sword warriors each occupied 10 places. The most exaggerated one was the Skeleton Blood Dragon, which occupied a full 50 places.
After the army gathered, he only left two teams of dark gargoyles as mounts, and there were only a few of the 1,000 places left.
In the end, with a trying mentality, he placed the corpses of five big demons inside.
I didn't expect it to be possible.
This made Richard relieved, as he didn't have to drag these corpses away all the time.
Gunter is still staying in that lake. Even if he is still eager to recruit troops from the corpse of the big devil, he can only wait for the other party to come back.
It seems that there need to be a few more people with the skills to recruit mummies, otherwise it will be too inconvenient.
Looking at the sharply reduced team, Richard suddenly felt much more relaxed.
Although the army of Twilight City is not weak, it is not enough to face powerful enemies such as angels and demons.
"Your Excellency Ferguson, should we leave for Temple City now or wait for your injury to recover"
Ferguson shook his head.
"I just used the blood pressure of the Holy Dragon to control the injury. I need to return to the Scarlet Council to fully recover."
"Return to the Holy Cathedral City first, without any further delay."
As he spoke, his tone became serious.
"You must be careful in your next actions. If the situation is urgent for these two teams of gargoyles, you must be willing to sacrifice them."
Richard nodded solemnly.
"Your Excellency, please do not question my determination. Since I have promised to escort you back, I will do whatever it takes."
"Even if you sacrifice all your troops!"
His face didn't even turn red when he said this.
Everyone carried the sedan chair. This level 19 hero was so generous, and he didn't mind continuing to close the relationship between the two parties.
Ferguson smiled with satisfaction.
Although he could see what Richard was thinking, he didn't care.
The two of them had not had much friendship before. If you want others to help, you can't just rely on a few empty words.
The real motivation must be substantial rewards.
"Let's go!"
The voice fell, and Ferguson sat on a dark gargoyle.
Richard followed closely with Gray, heading towards the center of the battlefield-Temple City.
This city is the key to the copy.
All battles and tasks in the dungeon revolve around it.
If he takes this step, he will directly collide with millions of players.
Richard couldn't help but feel a little excited.
He had been looking forward to this for a long time.
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Because he had to avoid enemies that might chase him at any time, Ferguson led the team to fly very carefully, and the speed was not very fast.
On the way, Richard took the time to open the ranking list and read it.
I don’t know how other players have developed in the dungeon in the past two days.
At first glance, he had not scored any points for a whole day, but he still topped the list with 130,000 points, a full 80,000 points ahead of the second place.
The second place finally reached the milestone of 50,000 points after more than a day of hard work.
It only takes a few more days of hard work to catch up with him.
Richard could only say that it was not that I was too strong, but that the enemy was too fierce.
Who knew that such a scene would happen as soon as it started.
Being number one is also a special experience.
The third to tenth places are all around 40,000, which is very tight.
The remaining players are not idle either, and the speed of gaining points is not necessarily slow.
It just seems pitiful compared to him.
I opened the chat channel and took a look. It showed four sections.
Full copy channel.
Evil Appointment Channel.
Lightsworn Channel.
Plus a posting channel.
He has not joined the camp and can only enter all channels and posting channels.
I opened the posting channel and took a look. Players seemed to have never stopped discussing the rankings.
There are countless posts about him.
"Fuck, Qingqiu is such a pervert! The points haven't moved all day and he's still 80,000 ahead of the second place!!"
"I used to think that guy was lucky. He could earn 130,000 points in more than an hour, and the others were no different. But one day later, Qingqiu is still on top of the top lord with 1 million. This guy, after all, How scary? ”
"Just thinking about it makes me so fucking angry. I killed 100 rare soldiers to get 3,000 points. Didn't this pervert Qingqiu kill more than 4,000 rare soldiers? Or more than 20,000 elite soldiers? Fuck, even if it's tens of thousands of pigs, It’s impossible to clean it up within a few hours.”
"Rise up, brothers, there are 999,999 of us, we cannot be stepped on by one person!"
"To put it lightly, if nothing else, are you going to kill 1,000 rare soldiers and try to reach 30,000 points?"
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For a whole day, Qingqiu's points did not increase.
Most players are very excited, thinking that the opportunity to catch up has come.
But after working hard all day, looking at the huge gap in points on the leaderboard, I suddenly felt powerless.
What kind of pervert is this that can score points that are beyond their reach within the first hour or two?
Now they can only pray and hope that the bastard Qingqiu has been eliminated or the army has been exhausted.
Especially the top ten players in the rankings are holding back their energy.
There is quite a situation of vowing to kill Qingqiu
Richard looked at it a little funny.
If these guys were to be besieged by the demon army, only a handful of them could survive ten minutes.
Ignoring these nonsense, he focused on other aspects, especially the content of players' exchange copies.
After browsing it, I got a lot of information from it.
The Pact of Evil is currently gathered in a city 500 kilometers away from the Templar Empire.
The four evil camps sent a large number of spies to harass and explore the Temple City.
The Oath of Light, with the Temple City as its core, gathered an extremely terrifying army and also issued a large number of missions to fight against the evil covenant.
The struggle between the two sides outside was fierce.
Many players have received the mission, and some thieves are discussing having an affair with the other camp, how to act as spies for each other, and let the other party complete the mission.
He did not take the war between the two sides into consideration at all.
Some take the initiative to seduce their noble young women and let them be captured, and some offer high rewards to help bring back a few elves.
Some of the ideas were so imaginative and the routines were so outrageous that the corners of Richard's mouth twitched.
These sand sculptures are inseparable from their true nature at all times.
There is no threat of death in the copy, and you can let yourself go.
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Late at night, the moon hidden in the clouds emitted a faint light, hazy and hard to see clearly.
The earth was silent, and even the sound of insects in the grass was gone.
This unsettling atmosphere may be a true reflection of what happened before the war.
Probably because the concealment power exerted by Ferguson is extremely secretive, or because the devil has attracted the attention of the Templar Dragoons.
Richard, who had been on the road since dusk without stopping, was most worried that the situation had not arisen - the two-winged angels did not pursue him with the Templar Dragoons.
And when he was about to open the system map to see how far away it was.
Ferguson violently drove the gargoyle to a stop.
Looking into the distance in the dark night.
The voice carried a somewhat different emotion.
"Temple City has arrived."
Richard perked up.
He raised his head suddenly, looking through the night, and saw a scene that surprised him at the end of his sight.
A majestic city towered above the earth, like a crawling sky-devouring beast.
The towering city walls were covered with torches and magic lamps, illuminating the surrounding area.
Various exaggerated arrow towers and siege crossbows looked particularly ferocious under the light.
What is even more eye-catching is that in the sky above this majestic city, there is an angel emitting a holy light, holding a sword of holy light in both hands and holding it vertically on his chest, with twelve wings on his back, which makes people feel solemn.
The height of this twelve-winged angel's shadow is probably more than three hundred meters.
Even from such a long distance, it gives people a strong psychological and visual impact.
"What is that?"
Richard couldn't help but ask.
Ferguson had a bit of a sneer in his eyes.
"That is the phantom transformed into the Cloud City, the ultimate military building of the Templar Empire. It can recruit the ultimate military force, Angels."
"And the Dragon Nest in the south where Templar Dragoons can be recruited, and respected as the two pillars of the Templar Empire."
"It is also the pinnacle of combat effectiveness in this city."
Richard looked at the shocking shadow with burning eyes.
Cloud City, Angel, Dragon Nest, Templar Dragoon?
These forces are probably the top military units in "Glory Era".
The five fingers slowly clenched.
Sooner or later, he will let Twilight City have the same or even more powerful troops.
At this moment, the light in his eyes was extremely hot. (End of chapter)