Chapter 976: Even if It's Just a Game, There Are Things That Only Games Can Do (Page 1/1)

Hikotsuki Hokusai remained motionless in the crowd.

At this moment, all the remaining players gathered on the plain in the center of the entire map, and this group of players, like Hikotsuki Hokusai, waited for the mage's signal.

"Okay, everyone is like this, don't go near him for the time being, otherwise I'm afraid it will affect you."

Seeing that everyone had retreated, the mage was finally relieved.

Then he stood on the slightly higher ground and steadied himself, and made sure that the young god White Night had not reacted for the time being.

"May Mystra, the god of magic, bless me."

The mage whispered a prayer for psychological comfort, and thrust the staff in his hand into the ground with all the strength of his body.

"Hum—"

For a moment, it seemed that a ripple spread around him.

I don't know why, when Hikotsuki Hokusai's body felt this ripple, it seemed that there was a feeling of no distractions and only kendo that he had experienced when he practiced swords in his hometown for the first time in his youth.

Spiegel stops water.

That's right, that's the word.

What he felt was the mood of the word.

And it's clear that he's not the only one who feels this mood. At this moment, all the players gathered here entered this state of detachment.

"Whew-"

After calming down, the mage finally let out a breath of turbid air, and then grasped the staff that stood upright in front of him with both hands.

It seems that this ripple is just a preparatory spell he used to calm his mind, but I have to say that its effect is really good.

The panic and fear of the players who had been aroused by the defeat of those three people before seemed to have been alleviated a lot by the merits of this spell.

"Covering, for a deeper liberation."

The aura of magic began to spread all around, and it seemed that it was because the mage had officially begun his chanting.

"Condensation, for a more rushing flow."

Every time he recited a spell, the space around the mage seemed to fluctuate a few bits.

It doesn't seem like this is an ordinary spell.

"Creation, the eternal changing shape of all things."

When the third incantation of this spell was recited, Hinagami Hakuya also seemed to feel something, stopped his tilting of his head, and took a step towards the mage.

Maybe it's because you feel threatened?

Or maybe it's because he's waited enough?

But in any case, there is one thing that everyone knows.

The young god White Night wants to stop the mage's chanting.

"Bewildered, use the past to light up the future—"

But the mage was still singing, and he wouldn't stop, and he couldn't stop, because at least of the forty or so people who remained, he was the only one who stood up.

No steel drills, no porcelain work.

If he can stand up, he must also have been mentally prepared and confident.

And it is precisely because he believes in himself that those players will believe in him unreservedly.

Therefore, when the Hinagimi White Night took the first step, the players closest to the mage spontaneously, even subconsciously, protected the mage's surroundings, forming a human wall.

Since the mage didn't stop, they had to trust him.

Because their hopes were already in the hands of this mage who was chanting incantations incantationally.

"Sand, sand."

The young god White Night was still moving towards the mage, ignoring the people gathered around him. And his movement speed seems to be accelerating.

At the front of the shield was a warrior, and at this moment he buried his head deep behind the great shield that he usually trusted, and he did not dare to show even an inch of his gaze outward, and trembled.

He trembled because he had seen the horrors of the White Night.

But he still held his shield against the front of the human wall.

However, this is not because of any moral nobility or faith or anything, but because he is the only one of these people who can raise a shield, so he has to fulfill this responsibility.

If even those who raise shields hide in the back row, then who can protect those in front? That's what he thought.

Therefore, as long as he has a shield in his hand, no matter whether that shield can withstand the attack of the pitch-black tentacles of the young god White Night, he must block the front, as always.

Another three seconds passed.

The mage's chanting continued, and the young god Hakuya didn't stop him.

Although the mage had asked the mages to retreat to a distance of ten meters, in fact, the actual distance between them and the young god White Night was even farther, about twenty meters or so.

After all, ten meters away does not mean "exactly ten meters", but "the farther away the better".

"Sand, sand."

Hinagami White Night is still walking.

The warrior didn't know the distance between him and himself, only that his footsteps were getting closer, which made his already trembling hands tremble even more. After all, as the forefront, he didn't know when he would face the attack of the pitch-black tentacles of the young god White Night, but he only knew that the moment was probably not far away.

"But."

Still, he thought so in his heart.

"But if my death can fend off an attack for the mage and for these people behind my shield, then my death is worth it."

What a noble inner statement.

But this warrior was not a noble man in real life.

His actual age was already fifty-two.

Twelve of the first twenty years of his life were spent in prison. The charges are varied: theft, robbery, fraud, extortion, fighting, attempted murder...... Abound.

But even such a social scum, at the age of thirty-three, still managed to get the same right to happiness as ordinary people - to marry a wife and have children.

Fortunately, his wife was a kind person, and the son he gave birth to was not born with any diseases, and was even very intelligent.

However, this happiness did not last long, and an accident took it all away - he was alone again.

So, thinking that he did not deserve happiness because he had committed too many sins in his youth, he began to atone for his sins.

And using it as a shield to protect others in the game is also an act of self-redemption for him.

"Be careful, it's coming!"

But at this moment, it seemed more important to focus on what was in front of you than to remember the past, because the tentacles of the young god White Night had broken through the ground and swooped straight towards the great shield that the warrior was carrying.

"Boom!"

The warrior's reaction speed was obviously not as fast as the tentacle's attack speed, and when he heard the warning from the other players, his shield was instantly out of his hand and was directly knocked out by the tentacles.

Fortunately, it was only the shield that was knocked away, and the person was fine—but no one would think so, after all, this is not the case.

Because, when the tentacle slammed the shield away, the next moment it immediately adjusted the angle of attack and launched a direct re-attack towards the already defenseless warrior.

"Poof—"

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