Chapter 688 Natural Disaster(1/2)
"A tree! Move away! (Swastika)"
"Uncle Bao, you two snake tails! (Roar, snake tail pill)"
"You're so stupid, how pitiful! (Cimai, Bailian)"
"Scatter, Senbonzakura!"
"Everything turns into ashes and flows like fire!"
"Fire Palm!"
"A Hall Full of Gold and Jade Swords!"
"Dragon Subduing Legs!"
"Pai! Cloud! Palm!"
"..."
The huge wall of light flashing with runes automatically opened several cracks at some unknown time.
In the crack, there is a group of people wearing different clothes and wielding all kinds of strange weapons in their hands.
There are men and women, even old and young...
The only thing they have in common is that their eyes sparkle with excitement and enthusiasm.
It doesn't look like a battlefield, but like a group of starving ghosts who heard the bell ringing and rushed towards the cafeteria like thousands of troops, holding rice bowls...
No matter what they were holding, they all shouted the same move: Shout blindly!
Occasionally, there are rare genuine items mixed in...
"..."
In the fortress, a group of generals looked at the sudden change in painting style, and their faces twitched.
In their original plan, these players would most likely play the role of cannon fodder.
Although it was cruel and inhumane, there was nothing they could do in this situation.
If there were any other choice, it would not come to this point.
However, everyone seems to have forgotten that they are a group of people called "players".
Perhaps due to their mindset, they live in this world, even though it is almost an open secret now. The Zhutian Game is not a real game, and the "game world" involved is probably real.
But in fact, I still subconsciously believe that only this world is reality.
If a "player" wants to appear in the real world, he can only spend money to appear and fight with his real body.
But during the execution, I discovered that after accepting the mission, everyone can enter the real world as a "game character", that is, a substitute.
This is exciting.
Initially, officials were worried that the gold and dollar reserves were not enough for too many "players" to participate in the war. At the same time, most of the "players" were still afraid of death. Even if they wanted to contribute to the country, they would have difficulty making a choice when faced with life or death.
In the end, if there are two or three million "players" out of one million, it's pretty good.
But now, since the avatar can enter the real world, all the gold dollars originally prepared to give players power can be saved and used to purchase equipment instead.
After the news spread, the "players" had nothing to worry about.
At this time, anyone who dares to stop these "players" from participating in the battle will probably be hacked to death.
Don't say anything nice about serving the country and the people, even if it is to grab the benefits, you must not miss it!
With the substitute, the legendary fourth natural disaster has truly arrived!
There are more than a million "immortal natural disasters", and even a figure like "General Shen" whose expression remains unchanged despite the collapse of the mountain, can't help but show a bit of shock and joy.
After being stunned, the generals were even more surprised.
"We've added a million troops, but we're still immortal. Now that's better!"
"What a pity! We were too cautious at the beginning and only stationed 50,000 people in Zhutian Game. If we had sent all the regular troops in, now we can add millions of undead troops out of thin air. Let alone defend, we can even counterattack.
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"Forget about counterattack. It's not mission-related. You can't easily enter other worlds, but it's really a pity..."
Even if the player dies, he will be mentally weak for a few days. If he is forcibly resurrected, it will cause great mental damage.
But compared to death, what is this?
Many people began to regret it.
Because they were the ones who resisted it at the beginning, thinking that the origins of Zhutian Games were unknown and too mysterious to warrant a major war. The dispatch of 50,000 regular troops was already the result of some people's efforts.
We can't blame them for being timid. Dahua suffered a big loss in this regard.
The strange object they obtained, the alliance server, is connected to a world called Valoran.
At that time, I was too careless and rash, and I paid a heavy price.
Not to mention that the current game of the heavens is more mysterious and difficult to predict than the former one.
Not to mention the complicated moods of the generals.
On the battlefield.
Due to the advent of the "Fourth Natural Disaster", the situation has rapidly changed.
"when!"
Looking at the thin Lin Hao, he flew towards him, stretched out his arms that suddenly grew several times in size, and held them under the sword of a black and yellow armored soldier.
The sword and the arms met, making the sound of gold and iron.
The fat man under the knife, Wang Zimeng, looked in shock at the tip of the knife that almost hit his nose, and a few drops of cold sweat fell from his fat face!
"Come out! Eight Arms!"
Lin Hao pulled out a straight, wide-blade sword like a ruler from his back, shouted, and the sword instantly changed its appearance.
Countless threads shot out from the handle of the knife, wrapping around his arm and spreading continuously.
In an instant, something like an arm armor formed on his hand, and a mouth protruded from his shoulder, resembling a roaring ape looking up to the sky.
From the mouth of the violent ape, a thick arm covered with black hair came out, which was several times stronger than Lin Hao's own alienated arm.
As soon as the ape's arm appeared, it was raised high, and a fist that was bigger than a man slammed down.
"Bang!"
The Xuanhuang armored soldier in front hurriedly raised his knife to block it, but the moment it touched, the knife suddenly shattered.
His whole body was directly smashed into the ground by the giant fist, his hands and feet twitched, he vomited blood, and he seemed to have run out of breath.
Lin Hao exhaled and replied proudly to the fat man: "Fat man, you owe me a life!"
"snort!"
Wang Zimeng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and felt very unhappy looking at his proud look.
The main force of players today is still the "Zanpakutō" that the official spends money to equip them with.
But not all players can assemble it, there is not enough money, and Baoqingfang does not make so many knives.
Among millions of players, only a lucky half get it.
The Zanpakutō made by Hoseibo is actually more like the shallow, nameless Zanpakutō in the Shinigami world.
The owner of the sword needs to use his own spirit and soul to cultivate the soul of the sword, so that the sword can have its own name, so that it can become a true Zanpakutō with powerful power.
This is not something everyone can do easily.
Wang Zimeng is one of those people who was lucky enough to get a sword, but did not have the ability to make the sword have his own name in a short period of time.
His current Zanpakuto is just a relatively sharp sword.
Looking at the flashing lights of the colorful swords on this battlefield, you know that during this period, there are not many players who can give their Zanpakutō names, but there are also many.
Apart from the Zanpakutō, there is another part, the real strong ones among the players.
These people almost all rely on their own strength.
These people basically use various martial arts from the game.
"Famous everywhere!"
As the leader of Xiuyi Alliance, Wang Yan is now considered a great expert among players.
Holding two swords in his hands, his enchanting figure whirled rapidly and danced gracefully.
Qixiu's inner strength exudes bursts of light fragrance, filling the surrounding area.
Also from Qixiufang's swordsmanship, Xihe Swordsmanship, the violent sword energy and sword light reflect a pale pink dress, like flowers blooming all over the sky.
This is a deadly flower!
It is also fatally beautiful!
All around, Li Daxiong led members of the Tieyi and Xiuyi factions to resist the surging black and yellow torrent.
To be continued...