Level 97 of the Abyss, Skeleton (1) Devil Farm Outpost.

As the first resource point that must be defended, the focus of battlefield attack and defense is here from the beginning. The demonic tide is rushing to capture this resource point. Players have also made arduous efforts to defend it.

The Magic Network paid a huge price.

After all, it is the fourth natural disaster, and death does not bring much apparent loss to the players.

Inside the giant skull bone building, there are hundreds of NPCs that issue tasks and settle merits. Thousands of players are handing over tasks, settling merits, and purchasing supplies at the same time.

On the front five kilometers away from the farm, the black line coming from the demonic tide was in the shape of a wave. The potential energy of one wave was exhausted, and another wave followed, one after another, seemingly endless.

Players are like a reef defense line against the tide, firmly sticking to the defense line defined by the system. Every collision between the two sides is accompanied by a large number of monsters being crushed, and a large number of players being sent away by white light.

On a small protruding part, players and monsters are intertwined. There is me among you, and you among me. The organized defense line no longer exists. The players who received the support mission have not arrived yet, and have been staying in the rear doing nothing. The army of professional templates had to be invested in advance.

The rumble of horse hooves made the rust-colored earth tremble. Hundreds of cloaks fluttered in the wind, like a connected cloud of colors. A three-story-high Stitcher blocked the front of the charge. , the leading paladin (Yukong) rode a heavily armored war horse, leaped over, and struck out a knife in mid-air. From a distance of tens of meters, a giant blade struck the suturer on the head.

There was a crash!

The Stitcher was split into two, with dark internal organs and blood. A heavy rain fell in the sky. The sky-controlling paladin used the arrow as an arrow to pass through the Stitcher's still squirming body. He led 200 professional template NPCs and plunged into the sea. The main battlefield where monsters are raging.

An Izuku player paladin was entangled by a monster with tentacles all over its body. The tentacles were densely covered with eyes and stared at them. The ensuing petrification effect was superimposed on dozens of layers. Izuku's strength was not available at all. Coming out, the paladin player roared in his heart, and was about to be sent back to the city by this controlling monster.

A chain of light, a cold light, a whirlwind... The tentacles entangling the paladin player were neatly cut off. The tall and swift knight passed by. The paladin player landed on the ground, roared, raised his hammer high, and left a mark on the spot. The solid light and shadow, the figure rushed out straightly.

The second-level professional skill [Holy Impact] is like a human-shaped missile that hits the controlling monster. With a "Boom!", the 'divine power' of the death god Kelanwo blooms on the battlefield, and a piece of void and darkness represents the controlling monster and strangles it. of crushing.

-299!

"Clang!"

A ring exploded.

The paladin player was overjoyed. Just when he was about to pick it up, someone was faster than him.

It was a thief. He touched the aura of the ring first, but because the protection fell, he missed it. The paladin quickly picked up his trophies and gave the middle finger to the thief who disappeared.

The 200 professional template NPC was like a sharp dagger, piercing deeply into the body of the monster tide. The shaky defense line was finally stabilized. Before the next black wave arrived, thousands of players who came to support stabilized the defense line. , use all your strength to strangle the monsters that have lost their structure and potential.

suddenly!

"Ah, devil!"

"Where, where!"

No matter how many monsters are killed, there is no reward as big as a real devil. Because all the monsters under his control were lost, a little devil was found by the player from the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood. It screamed and rushed towards the monsters who came to save lives from behind.

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Dozens of skill tracers blocked his path, and the little devil only had time to scream before he was drowned.

The death of a little devil is like a wave of water, inconspicuous.

As the monsters withered, more and more demons were found by players from various positions on the battle line, like fish after the water in the pond dried up.

A gluttonous feast began.

The big demon roared, and the 'blasphemous halo' was fully activated. The players affected by the halo seemed to be drunk, staggering against the whispers in their ears, the screams in their consciousness, and the temptations in their souls.

With the oblique attack, the big demon dodged around in fear, but the moment after he landed, he was killed by the thief who suddenly appeared behind him!

"Clang!"

The auras exploded all over the ground, and the rogue players laughed loudly. Amidst the curses of nearby players, they happily put away the auras all over the ground.

Unexpectedly, he was extremely happy and sad. A monster emerged from the ground and flew him into the air. The control effect that followed made him unable to move a finger. Its ferocious mouthparts pierced him all at once. -381, instant kill.

on the spot.

Dense black shadows emerged from the ground, and dozens of giant fly-like monsters brought a white light. Nearby players evaded, and more players' attention was attracted.

"Medium Demon!"

A player with a Quinster magic ball next to him pointed at a marked black shadow in the magic fly array. When the players heard this, their eyes turned red, they cheered, and they all rushed towards the route of the giant fly escaping to the rear.

The hunt for the middle demon begins.

One kilometer due north of the bulge of the battlefield, a new wave of monsters is coming here. The players are fighting very hard, and they all die once on average. As time goes by, the abyss environment weakens

The effect is starting to show its power.

The demon tide never ends, but the players' status cannot always be maintained.

Before the previous wave of monsters had been cleared away, a more turbulent wave had already arrived. The huge potential energy cracked the reef, and pieces of small stones collapsed.

The defense line is crumbling.

A monster as tall as a dozen floors strode forward. After taking a few steps, it opened its mouth and roared toward the defense line. A massive amount of chaotic light swept across, and a large number of monsters condensed in the light, falling on the defense line like raindrops.

rear.

Attacked from the front and back, the defense line was worn thinner and thinner, and finally a gap one kilometer wide was created.

Following this gap, the monsters rushed toward the farm like a flood. Dense white light flashed across the divided defense lines, and tens of thousands of players were resurrected in the giant skeleton building.

People are crowded together, people are piled on top of each other, and the magic net has to disperse and transport them.

In this case, let alone rest and supplies, the newly resurrected players were forced to rush to the urgently constructed second line of defense.

"The front line is tight!"

On the seventh floor of the mage tower, Bei Gaoyang and Lich controlled the entire battlefield, with dozens of subdivided light curtains feedbacking the offensive and defensive situations of the enemy and ourselves.

"Hold on, there is hope!", the Lich's soul flame jumped happily, "This level of monster tide shows that there is more than one high-level demon returning from the frontal battlefield."

"Oh, who else besides Quidditch?" Bei Gaoyang said.

"You can only ask Baan.", the Lich suggested.

Bei Gaoyang remained noncommittal and observed for more than ten minutes. He saw that the hastily constructed second line of defense was in danger. The waves of monsters came one after another with no sign of weakening...

"Xiao Ai, help me get through to Bahn."

"OK."

The energy pool flashed a dazzling red light, just like the reflection of water waves, reflecting a light gate in the dense sky. The light gate changed from virtual to real, and Barn's rich voice came from it.

"What's going on?"

"How is your situation there?" Bei Gaoyang asked.

"Not bad, She Erqi is attracted to you, and the pressure on my side is greatly reduced."

"Sheerqi?"

"A high-level demon whose main tasks are pollution, illusion, and blasphemy. He is a powerful general under No. 6. He can be ranked in the top ten."

The real name of the Demon King is unknown. Even if it is a pseudonym, it still has a certain "pointing" meaning. So how to describe the Demon King?

People from the same camp will naturally add various honorifics, such as Throne of Blood and Fire, Reaper of Souls, Pureest Destruction and Evil Life, etc., while the enemy camp will use "No. 6" without any compliment.

It has a derogatory meaning, and there is no meaningful description to refer to it.

Number 6 does not mean that there are numbers 1, 2, and 3 before it. The sequence of numbers is meaningless.

"Better than Quidditch?"

"Quidditch is too young. Shelki has existed for thousands of years and is older than some gods."

"Okay, I get it."

"Hold on, a counterattack is brewing in the rear. We will be able to free our hands soon. The pressure on your side is only temporary."

"I hope so!"

"...Your undead army impressed Lord Bayero so much that even one monarch asked about it."

"My pleasure."

"Then...that's it?"

After the communication ended, the reaction of the energy pool dropped, the reflected light door disappeared, and the interior of the mage tower returned to calm.

However, the situation between ourselves and the enemy on the battlefield has not changed.

Players are still too immature. Even if there is investment in the magic network regardless of the cost, in terms of quality, there is still a big gap with the army of monsters controlled by the devil.

Despite this, the Magic Network can still persist. The power consumption of the fourth natural disaster is unexpectedly "low". The abyssal consciousness seems to be "favored" by this "infinite resurrection" mechanism and ecology. The abyssal environment has a strong influence on the Magic Network.

Being maintained a great deal of 'restraint', and as expected, this part of the loss did not occur.

This is a good thing and a bad thing.

If this situation continues, one day even the Demonic Network may become 'corrupted'.

What is the reason? What does the Abyss Consciousness see in the Magic Network?

"Sir, the second layer of defense has collapsed."

Bei Gaoyang woke up from his meditation and said, "Relax the access conditions, increase support, and we must save this farm."

"OK!"

Game area, punk city.
To be continued...