Not being able to cause harm to these monks is not the most desperate thing.
The most desperate thing is that the monks guarding the carriage did not know whether they had received the order or not, and had spread out to surround the battlefield. It seemed that they wanted to join the battle and quickly decide it.
Eighteen monks got them into a melee. They couldn't even get close to the cart pulled by the white elephant. If another group came, wouldn't they be doomed to fail?
Just when everyone's morale was low, several players who had been resurrected at the resurrection point rushed to these peripheral monks. Although they were quickly beaten to death by random sticks, their dying blows A monk was still injured, and the bright red blood flowed down the khaki monk's clothes, which was extremely dazzling.
“These people are not high-level, but they can fight!”
A sharp-eyed player noticed this bright red color and subconsciously shouted loudly.
The player who was sent to the resurrection point saw the injured monk being protected by others, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
Death is not terrible, and everyone present is not level 15 or above, and their life spans have basically remained at more than four hundred years. So until now, although the players' lives have been consumed a lot, there has been no real attrition. .
Coupled with the resurrection point behind you, this is bound to be a long tug-of-war. As long as the opponent's true energy is exhausted, victory will belong to your side!
Thinking of this, the newly resurrected players were shocked and began to divert the monks running to the periphery to prevent their companions on the main battlefield from being attacked from both sides.
However, as a result, the number of players on the main battlefield suddenly dropped sharply. Although they prevented being surrounded and annihilated, the number of casualties increased sharply in an instant, and the life span consumption also increased rapidly.
“This can’t go on like this”
Song Bingyuan walked out of the resurrection point, looking at the anxious battlefield with a bad feeling.
As the acting director of the Logistics Department of the Culture and Tourism Bureau of City C, with the support of official resources, his level has surpassed Chen Shicheng and reached level 18. His skills are also fully equipped. As long as he follows the steps, he will be able to do it soon. Stand alone.
But now there is no time for him to slowly upgrade his skills. If he cannot get rid of these monks today and seize or destroy the core magic weapon, then the motherland in the future will probably be the same as it was a hundred years ago.< br>
When he thought that the ordinary players outside were still fighting to hold off possible reinforcements, but their team, which carried the expectations of the country's 1.5 billion people, made no progress, his eyes instantly Turned red.
This war can only be won, not lost!
But what can he do now?
Although level 18 is already very high among players, on the battlefield in front of you, you can't hold on for even a minute.
After those monks surrounded the main battlefield, players with low strength like him could only disperse to the periphery to deal with those monks who were also not strong.
But even so, they still died again and again, which did not help the battle situation at all.
Looking at the team on the other side, which was in a bit of a state of embarrassment but not losing any of its members, Song Bingyuan suddenly changed his mind and put away his weapons. He threw all attacks and defenses behind his mind and channeled all his true energy. On his legs, he didn't care even if the skin was stretched and torn, exposing yellow and white muscles.
“Get out of the way!”
A loud shout rang out, and the players who were blocking the peripheral monks subconsciously glanced back.
I saw a player whose legs were stained red with blood, with a crazy expression, turned into an afterimage and passed directly over everyone.
Before they could react to what happened, they saw the player tilting his head slightly, letting go of the long stick that hit his head, and facing it with his shoulder.
"Crack."
The long stick hit Song Bingyuan's shoulder impartially. The shoulder blade was undoubtedly broken directly, and a large piece was sunk into the chest.
But he seemed not to notice the pain at all. After spitting out a mouthful of blood, he opened his right hand and hugged the monk who attacked him.
“No, save him!” The faces of the monks around him changed. They turned their long sticks in their hands and hit Song Bingyuan hard on the back. They wanted to kill him, but he didn’t. Any reaction will be hit in the back with a long stick.
"Die with me!" Song Bingyuan opened his blood-red mouth, and the real energy in his body reversed and surged into his Dantian.
This is about to self-destruct!
The monk who was hugged was shocked, and he immediately exploded his true energy with all his strength, trying to fly away the madman on his body.
But it's too late.
Even though this lunatic's left hand was broken, his right hand still hugged him tightly. After realizing his intention, he bit him on the shoulder, making it clear that he would take one of him away even if he died.
In his desperate eyes, Song Bingyuan had completed all the preparations for self-destruction, and his whole body began to swell, and then.
"Bang!"
Flesh and blood mixed with riots The true energy swept across the entire field, instantly causing the outer battlefield to become silent. Everyone turned their heads to look at the center of the explosion.
Song Bingyuan, who blew himself up, has disappeared and turned into minced meat on the ground. The monk he hugged is also dying.
The flesh and blood on the front body has been scraped off by the violent real energy, exposing the internal organs of the abdominal cavity. The flesh and blood on the face has also disappeared, and a pair of eyeballs without eyelids are rotating in the skull.
If it weren't for the Buddhist skills that are good at defense, he would have already met the Buddha at this moment, but not dying is not necessarily a good thing. In this situation, life is worse than death!
Seeing this, the fellow student on the side quickly took out an elixir from the storage bag to treat him, but as soon as he put his hand into the storage bag, he froze on the spot, and then his head became a little stiff. Look towards the player.
The players who looked determined just now, suddenly looked a little weird.
But it was this strange look that made all the monks present feel chilled.
“Jie Jie Jie Jie”
I don’t know who deliberately imitated the villain’s voice and laughed a few times. The players in the front row seemed to have received some signal and imitated Song Bingyuan’s approach. He put away his weapons and rushed towards the monks with open hands.
"Form up, defend, don't let them"
Before a leading monk finished speaking, he was directly blocked by three players and began to wave his Qi. Eyebrow stick, but the long stick that had some rules just now is a little chaotic now.
“Stop struggling, it’s useless even if you scream and break your throat!”
With coquettish words, one player directly hugged the monk's legs without sacrificing an arm, and the remaining two players followed closely and hung directly on his body.
“Art is explosion, ha!”
With a loud roar, three explosions sounded in no particular order, and another burst of blood rained out, making all the monks feel cold. , all looked towards the center of the explosion.
The results were no surprises.
The monk’s torn body was mixed with minced meat on the floor.
The first death occurred in the team escorting the core magic weapon! (End of this chapter)