"We're going to have to find you some more worthy opponents." Witch King Saruman frowned and looked at the efficiency curve on the screen that fell like a jump, as if the whole person was uncomfortable, he stroked his beard: "According to the experience value data you provided, we will wait for you to advance to the legend, at least nine months, this world does not have so much time to wait for you." ”

Three years to create a legendary character from scratch is shocking enough, okay? Sima Qing felt a little trance, and the more he learned about this world, the more he realized how terrifying the concept of legend was.

But as the witch king said, no matter what world it is, I am afraid that it will not be able to wait for nine months.

Although all kinds of news about chaos are being fully disseminated to the public, and ordinary beings are realizing that unprecedented challenges and crises are approaching, the real countdown to the end is still kept secret by the relevant departments and the Academy of Sciences.

In the real world, the curtain from outer space was like a proclamation of doom written on the universe, and the scientists in the Academy of Sciences were sure that even if it were a disembodied visual effect, the energy contained would be enough to round and flatten the entire solar system.

In the game world, the blood mist that just erupted was just an appetizer, and everyone who knew the truth knew that Chaos' next counterattack would be more and more suffocating.

Time is running out for humanity.

"In three days' time, I'm going to play a second round of roulette with those who disagree, and before I go, I'll have to settle your problem." The virtual screen in front of Saruman scrolled rapidly, and every second was a gigabyte of data swiping by: "Okay, that's it, it's a pity, but it's useless to keep it." ”

The Witch King Saruman seemed to have found something satisfying in the database: "In a moment, I will take you to dominate the hive sealed under Isengard, which is at least a legendary monster by the definition of a human being, and can provide you with a lot of experience." ”

As if sensing the malice from the Witch King, an ear-piercing scream that only psionics could hear echoed in the sea of psionic energy, and all the insects that were bound in place on the metal platform instantly regained their freedom and rushed to attack Xu Yichen.

It's a pity that Xu Yichen's knowledge of these insects has surpassed his understanding of steaks, and it is somewhat inaccurate to describe the slaughter that occurred on the platform by using Ku Ding to solve the cow.

Not a single insect could get close to Xu Yichen's range of half a meter, and on this platform of less than 8,000 square meters, more than 5,000 insects were crowded, but it was meaningless.

Xu Yichen knows the fastest reaction speed of each kind of insect, and can calmly counterattack and dodge according to the different attack speed and volume differences of different types of insects, and find the safest position and the most comfortable starting angle in the insect swarm like a leisurely stroll, so as to create the greatest damage.

Here, the number of bugs' strongest weapons has become their biggest weakness.

Sima Qing was taken aback by the sudden riot, for a long time, he had become accustomed to these insects being slaughtered by Xu Yichen like models, and now, when these insects moved, he realized for the first time what a formidable opponent this race was for humans.

"These witch kings are all crazy, I hope this kind of thing doesn't appear in reality, we've had enough trouble." Sima Qing sighed with emotion and began to record the scene in front of him.

As the number of Zerg individuals on the metal platform became smaller and smaller, the Zerg nest owners who were suppressed at the bottom of Issinger continued to set off rounds of storms in the sea of psionic energy, and the piercing psionic screams even caused the staff in Isenger to have symptoms of dizziness, tinnitus, and bleeding.

But the Witch King Saruman sat on his huge chair as if he hadn't noticed, holding his staff in both hands, watching Xu Yichen's insect removal performance with great interest.

When the art of killing reaches its limits and remains at that limit, it is more of an art.

Every step, every start, every Notten turn is a carefully calculated optimal solution, and although many times this choice has become a knee-jerk feedback from muscles and nerves, this is the charm of empirical science.

Warriors can see the charm of extreme skill, and witch kings can taste the crystallization of mathematics and wisdom in it.

When Xu Yichen completed the last spin, the [War Calamity] greatsword was just right to let the rotating blade cut through the nerve core of the last warrior worm when it was put into the sheath, and it looked like the warrior worm had taken the initiative to meet the blade and committed suicide.

When its huge body fell, it was also the time when the scourge of war was returned.

If your spatial memory ability is good, you will find that when Xu Yichen stands firmly, the position where his feet stand is the same position he stood on when the insect swarm broke out, and after an hour and eight minutes of killing, Xu Yichen perfectly returned to the position where he started to send out.

Smack, smack, smack, smack...

The Witch King Saruman applauded, "Wonderful performance, this is the concept that I have been trying to instill in other transcendents, but unfortunately they will never grasp the mystery of this. ”

Selistein also applauded, she witnessed all this and brought it into herself, only to find that she couldn't last three minutes at all, her attributes couldn't keep up, and her brain couldn't do Xu Yichen's calculations.

This is not just a gap in strength, Xu Yichen has begun to have the power of a legendary powerhouse.

Sima Qing had already fallen to the ground unconscious at this time, and all the intelligent beings in the entire Esinger had fallen into a coma at this time, except for a few witch kings, Xu Yichen, and Selistein.

The nest owner's prolonged psionic screams caused these non-psionic sensitive people to suffer serious mental damage.

Outside of Isengard, a huge swarm of insects is rolling in, enveloping the city that has been besieged all year round.

The swarm is attacking the city, but its defenders are unable to respond, only the magic equipment that responds automatically is fighting back against the swarm, countless combination spells rain down on the swarm, but only do negligible damage, the swarm that has been fighting against the Witch King's forces for a long time has evolved additional magic resistance, but they have hidden this fact so deeply before this that even the Witch Kings have not found any magic resistance.

And now, these alienated insect swarms are flocking to Isengar at the frenzied call of the hive master.