One hundred and seventy-six: Not all potions are called divine elixirs

In the blink of an eye, the opponent who came out of the metal hatch of the "Necheria Type III Biological DNA Information Collection and Storage System" has become the "Type VI Biological DNA Derivative Sample" in front of us. As their models continue to change, so do their fighting power.

In fact, starting with the previous V-type samples, we have already begun to select our opponents in a targeted manner. I should have told you before that although the overall combat effectiveness of the adventurers of each class at a certain level is not much different, there is a certain subtle relationship between different classes, just like I, a war warrior, will suffer a lot in the face of a mage or a warlock, and I will have a big advantage in front of a wanderer of the same level - the same is true for other classes. Although this relationship of mutual restraint is not absolute, it has played a significant role in many cases.

As a result, I've begun to shy away from fighting the sorcerer Feyne and the demon sorcerer Tindingo's tokens, and I've chosen the Red Wolf or the Longbow Shooting Sun tokens as my comrades.

Even so, when my opponent switched to a sample of the Type VI red wolf, I already felt a little struggling. These specimens have a great talent for learning to fight, and they – or rather "they" – seem to be able to turn every defeat of their predecessor into an opportunity to learn and evolve, and when they reappear, they will drastically change the way they fight, using their combat skills more skillfully and purposefully, causing us more trouble.

My comrades-in-arms are starting to feel the pressure.

"By the way, shouldn't these guys have just crawled out of the biological petri dish......" After destroying her opponent again, Fei Yin drank the power potion to relieve the weakened state that she had just been infected when she encountered the derivative sample of the demon warlock Dingo, while staring at the corpse on the ground that had not yet disappeared, tilting her head in confusion, and then asked a very thought-provoking question:

“…… It stands to reason that they should all be right, right, where did all the equipment on them come from? ”

"Ahem, cough, cough ......" The longbow that was pouring magic potion into his mouth seemed to be choked lightly, and he couldn't help coughing loudly.

"Elder, although I unreservedly support your idea, but ......" Squinting his eyes, glancing at Fei Yin's graceful figure that could not be concealed by the wide mage robes, and then looking up and down at the derivative sample of Fei Yin, who had just been stabbed to death by himself, the assassin Red Wolf scratched his two pointed ears and drooled shyly, "...... The Lun family will be embarrassed to drop ......"

"Where did he think of you, you nasty embryo......" Fei Yin picked up a two-handed giant mallet from her backpack and viciously killed the dark elf, "...... Lady, I mean, they shouldn't be able to kill a little bit if they don't have the equipment."

I couldn't agree more with the Elder Grower's idea - well, well, I'll admit, I regret the Red Wolf's idea as well—and I also find it very strange that all sorts of strange things that we have gathered from all over the world seven thousand years ago - even the bits and pieces that many of our own guild members have accidentally made themselves - knowing that even if we were to find another piece of such equipment ourselves, it would be an unlikely task. And in each of our opponents, all of them can be found without falling to the ground, which makes people deeply suspect that behind this information collection and storage system, in addition to at least biological utensils, there is also a copycat arsenal specializing in at least weapons and equipment.

And what's worse is that they've gradually begun to master how to use these things

When the "Type VII. Biological DNA Derived Sample" appeared, it was no longer possible for us to rely on our individual strength to disperse the battle.

"We can't do that......" Perhaps because of the fact that the Hell's Spirit could stay away from the battlefield, Dinggo was the first to notice that something was wrong, "...... I'm afraid we won't be able to beat them one-on-one. We have to gather, Jeff, or you and the Hellsoul will resist together, I'll reduce their status, and the others will pick the weakest one to kill first"

"Yes, kill that dwarven priest first," the mage Fei Yin advised.

"Couch support," Dingo agreed.

"Bench support," the red wolf also shouted.

"I'm okay," I agreed, aloud as I struggled to resist.

"I agree...... Hey, no, President, what do you mean by that......" Longbow Shot Sun was stunned before he reacted.

"That's what you mean by being despised, do you have an opinion?" The elder waved his hand and threw out an ice storm, turning his head and glaring viciously at the dwarven priest.

Longbow Shoots Sun: "Uh...... Well, I'm okay with ......"

……

I fought hard with the Demon Hell Spirit, Dinggo firmly enveloped the "Cloud of Weakness" spell in the back, and Fei Yin hid behind us and hurried to gather the most powerful single magic she could use, the "Falling Frost Star", and summoned one after another extremely cold meteorites from the Ice and Snow God Realm from the high heavens, bombarding the head of the dwarven priest on the opposite side again and again. At the same time, the Red Wolf also stealthily approached the guy, slashing him with a despicable and brutal combo that slashed his blood into a splash. Longbow Shooter devotes most of his energy to restoring life to me and the Red Wolf, and must use the "Holy Light Protection" to be at the forefront when needed, temporarily replacing me or the Inferno Spirit who are on the brink of life.

Just when I felt a little struggling, the other dwarven priest finally fell to the ground and died under a sneak attack from the red wolf. In this kind of evenly matched, when one side is at a disadvantage, the subsequent battles will only continue to exacerbate the disadvantage, and the situation on the field becomes five against four, then five against three, five against two...... The advantage became a kind of inertia, like a snowball falling from the top of a mountain, until finally, completely burying our opponents.

"It's really hanging, it's getting harder and harder to fight......" After defeating this wave of opponents, Fei Yin sighed with palpitations, "...... Who knows how many waves are left? I don't know if they can keep it. ”

"There are two more waves." I replied casually, and then paid attention to the battle between the strings and the others. It seemed that they would not be able to withstand the enemy's attack this time, and the mechanical legions of iron figures and various large metal weapons poured towards them all over the mountains, slowly but surely encroaching on their positions, and knocking them back step by step. However, although they are definitely defeated, it looks like they can at least hold on for another ten or twenty minutes. Judging by the frequency of the enemy just now, we still have a chance to win.

"Hey, Jeff, you know the strategy for reading the homepage, there's progress, I don't even know there's two more waves......" Longbow Shooting Sun, who was used to the performance I didn't know anything about, was a little surprised by my understanding of this task, and said casually.

I was shocked, and immediately felt a panic: of course I didn't know that the magical equipment called "Home" that I had never seen before would actually record such a thing as the need to defeat nine rounds of opponents in this great battle seven thousand years later, and the reason why I knew that there were two rounds of battle left was simply because I had searched for detailed information about this battle in the Source World.

So while I was coping with the difference between the longbow and the sun, I secretly reminded myself to be more attentive in my future conversations, so as not to expose flaws in future interactions and let others discover my secret.

In general, the eighth and ninth waves of enemies are strengthened by the seventh wave, their vitality is more durable, their attacks are sharper, and their tactical coordination is more flexible and reasonable, so we must adopt the right tactics and concentrate all our forces to defeat them.

Especially in the last battle, although the opponent's warlock can't summon a powerful servant demon like the Hell Spirit, which requires a teammate to summon, he can use a variety of spells that are much richer than Dingdingo. Weakness, sluggishness, fear, seduction...... The endless variety of negative states are entangled with us like maggots, making it difficult for us to exert almost two-thirds of our combat effectiveness in a normal state.

In such a difficult battle, Ding Dingo was negligent and failed to pull the Hell Spirit out of the warband in time. The opposing warrior immediately let out a loud snort and disemboweled it with a sharp slash.

"Ahh

These psychologically and physically fragile spellcasters are always very quick to collapse in the face of such desperate situations, and this is when a brave warrior needs to step up and stabilize the morale of the army. So, at this time, I was obligated to shout:

“…… Help, I can't stand it."

Okay, maybe I wasn't that brave, but at least my screams sounded a lot deeper than that orc warlock......

At this critical juncture, our president, Lord Fei Yin's face suddenly turned red, then iron-blue, and finally very pale—I swear you'll never see a second person in your life who can turn so quickly in such a short period of time—she gritted her teeth fiercely, and finally couldn't help but spit resentfully.

"Longbow, you open the invincible first, Jeff, you come here," she commanded loudly, and then reached out and pulled a carved blue and purple bottle from her backpack and stuffed it for me.

"Drink it up," she yelled at me, her horrible expression making it hard not to wonder if she was planning to choke me with a bottle of poison.

"What is this?" Even though it's a matter of life and death, I still think it's better to figure out this bottle of unknown origin.

"Celestial Elixir ......" Fei Yin glared at me fiercely, the fiery light in her eyes almost as if she was about to burn me, "...... Hurry up and drink, don't make me change my mind, this thing can buy 3,000 gold coins."

If there is anything in this world other than those artifacts that only exist in legends that can turn the tide and win in an instant when they are at a huge disadvantage, then this bottle of Celestial Elixir is undoubtedly the first choice. It can increase a person's health and fighting spirit (mana) to five times their original amount in an instant, and at the same time greatly increase various attributes, eliminate all bad states of the user, and make the user immune to all bad states within two minutes, and at the same time add a variety of different states such as speed, great strength, hit, defense, and various attribute resistances to the user.

Best of all: this thing is especially effective for melee professionals.

It is said that the recipe for this kind of thing has been passed down from the sacred astral realm where the gods live, and it is not easy to concoct a bottle of potion, requiring the use of more than sixty precious and rare magical materials and medicinal materials - it is very difficult for a guild to get half of the materials together. Fei Yin said that such a bottle of potion could sell for 3,000 gold coins was not a lie, in fact, this mysterious potion with a super complex process was simply priceless and unavailable for most of the time.

When I heard that the bottle in my hand was worth at least three thousand gold coins, I was really shocked: "Are you serious, President?" You won't regret it."

"I already regret it......" the cow pounced on me, "...... Give me back the bottle, and let's go to Yellow Springs......"

I quickly tilted my head and poured the potion into my mouth without a drop. This is some milky white liquid, with a hint of sweetness in taste, mixed with a little soft milky aroma, silky and smooth, making people have an endless aftertaste.

"It tastes great," I said, shaking the empty bottle and giving Fei Yin a malicious look.

Our venerable elder face was as dead as ashes: "Nonsense, not all potions are called divine potions. ”

I looked down at my hands, "I don't think it's working." ”

"Don't get cheap and sell well......" Fei Yin looked as if she wanted to swallow me in one bite, "...... It's only two minutes, and if you don't kill them, you'll wait for the Aspergillus flavus to be poisoned and die."

Even though I don't quite know what the Elder is talking about, the instincts of a veteran adventurer make me think that what she is threatening me with is something very serious and very terrible - really, terrible

By the time I struck the enemy, the "Light Protection" of the longbow had already lost its effect under the enemy's oversaturated attack. In just a few rounds, he suffered heavy losses in a group fight of enemies and his life was in danger. With a wave of his hand, the other orc warlock added a painful curse to him, causing his vitality to continue to weaken for fifteen seconds.

I chose him as my target first.

This warlock doesn't have very effective defensive skills, and his health and defense are relatively vulnerable. In order to better weaken our fighting power, the envoy he summoned is an evil spirit. This is a special kind of servant demon who looks more like a sexy female human, wearing a very frugal leather suit and armed with a leather whip. This kind of envoy demon is also a creature with very fragile attack, defense, and vitality, but he is born with a strange ability to charm enemies.

However, now I'm completely immune to the Enchantment skill, so neither the Warlock himself nor his Servant can pose much of a threat to me.

Fei Yin and they pestered the other opponents at the right time, giving me a chance to free my hands and feet and concentrate on the attack.

With a single sword stab, this warlock immediately lost more than 2,700 lives, which was a little more than three times my usual attack power. Then a sword slash, and the half-orc warlock had lost nearly half of his life.

In an instant, a bloodthirsty primal impulse stirred into my heart. I don't know how long it has been since I've experienced this feeling of "power", and a wild thrill wells up in my heart to see my enemy helpless in front of me, only to be slain by me. This can no longer be called a battle, it is a completely one-sided slaughter. The emaciated demon attacked me with her whip in a rage, but I paid no attention to her - it posed no threat to me, and I didn't even feel pain. And as long as I kill this warlock, the demon will disappear with it.

The other side's dwarven priest was still trying to restore the warlock's life, but the few recoveries were a drop in the bucket compared to the lives he lost. Within a few turns, the opposing warlock was slashed to the ground by me.

At this time, I heard a scream. Turning his face, the longbow shot the sun and fell to the ground silently again. This rude dwarf, who often mistook recklessness for heroism, has made a rare use of his great role today at the most critical moment, trading his own sacrifice for the opportunity for me to fight back. In a sense, he died in my place, and I think I'll miss him—at least for a few dozen seconds before he comes back to life.

But the death of Longbow Shot Sun is also huge bad news for us: we have temporarily lost a rescuer who can help us regain our vitality, which means that my comrades are facing an even more dangerous situation than they were just now—so I'm going to refuel.

The second target I chose was the other party's Assassin - to be exact, I didn't choose it. He was attacking Fei Yin at this time, but Fei Yin escaped with an ice sealing technique, and immediately led him in my direction.

Originally, a warrior had a great chance of victory against an assassin, not to mention that he had lost his first hand in hiding at this time. I didn't have much trouble killing him, and he didn't even have time to fight back in the face of the powerful attack I had bursting out.

The third opponent is the opponent's war samurai, which is a copy of myself. I used to think about attacking the opposing mage or priest, but the mage was able to escape using the "teleportation" skill, and the priest had the protection skill of "Holy Light Protection". The time for the Elixir to spawn is very limited, and I'm not sure if I'll be able to successfully kill them before the potion is over.

Unlike the war samurai, he can't run away and can't run away, so he can only honestly stand where he is and face to face with me and slash each other. His defense may be high, but at least I don't have to worry about him running around before he dies, not to mention, he has been at the front of the line in the previous battle, and his vitality has also been quite lost at this time.

Compared to the easy battle just now, this is more like a fight. The warriors of the opposing side were valiant - as heroic as I was - but not enough. In a confrontation with metal that relied purely on strength, he was crushed to the ground by my absolutely powerful superiority, and there was no chance of victory at all.

When the three thousand gold coins worth of the potion were squandered, there was only one mage and one priest left on the other side, and there were only four of us left. Dingdingo also summoned an evil spirit to haunt the other mage, and cooperated with the elusive sneak attack of the red wolf, while Fei Yin and I nailed the dwarven priest firmly, leaving him with no time to support his comrades.

Eventually, the priest and mage of the other party fell almost at the same time, and at this moment, everything around them suddenly fell into some kind of mysterious silence. I secretly pulled up the monitor to see what was going on on their side, and then saw that they were all cowering at the feet of the fortress cannon, the huge fortress cannon that symbolized the last position of the blockade had been beaten to less than half of its durability. But even so, the powerful puppet army that was about to succeed stopped attacking and stayed coldly where they were.

The last huge steel gate in this room opened, and a large, cramped house appeared in front of us. I know that the one hiding here is the target of our trip, the supreme and only commander of that huge mechanical army, the supercomputer Darimoth...