Three days flew by, and by the time the young players were back online in Translasia, the city had been besieged by the Gnoll Vanguard for a whole day and a night.

The good news is that the gnolls don't have siege weapons and the Crimson Keep has the Serenade enchantment that Murphy hid before, making it completely impossible for the vicious gnolls to enter the city and cause chaos.

The bad news is that Murphy only has three Serenade Enchantment psionic Transformation Cores in his hands, and soon, this thing will be actively overloaded by Tracey to cause a psionic storm that will break through the astral plane.

The situation is about to enter its most dangerous moment, both for the Crimson Keep and the Gnolls.

"Ding!"

The moment the invincible tyrannosaurus opened his eyes in the light and returned to his beloved land of Transasia, a chime of the Orb made him bow his head suddenly.

[Psychic Master summons the signal!] All psionists who receive this order are asked to report to Lady Triss immediately at the psionic core beneath the Crimson Corridor!

The Crimson Keep is in crisis, and the Vulture Clan and all of Transencia need your help! 】

"Huh? What is this purpose of summoning a psionist? ”

Che Che stared at him and said:

"How do I feel like this is going to make a big deal?"

"You ask Mao, don't you know when you go?"

The lead pigeon, who is also a psychic master, ran to the "locker" to get his equipment to change into, and carried his own "drop" stored here into his arms, and then ran with the car to report to Lady Trissy.

It's not just the two of them.

Psykers in the player, whether vampires or Old Religion believers, are summoned here if they have some involvement with psionic users.

Even the summoner who touched you poor and the trickster apprentice who lived well were pulled over by the task.

When they arrived, they found that Madame Triss had gathered almost all of the psionic users in the Crimson Keep, including the Frostwalkers of the Thorn Clan, the Scout Knights of the Blood Alliance, the Oak Sages of the Church of Avalon, and even Lord Heru and his unreliable apprentice Yansan.

The underground psionic core they were at was a psionic filter pool in the original Blood Vulture Corridor, and to be ashamed, this ghost place was dug out of the collapsed area only a week ago.

This will not be well cleaned up, and there will even be some construction waste piled up in the corner of the room that has not been removed.

But it doesn't matter!

There is no need to care if there are clods on the ritual items when the psionic mysteries are actually unleashed, and Tracy and Miss Phimes have repaired the psionic spells here in the two days that they have been waiting for the player to go online, so that it can once again function as a "comprehensive spellcasting platform".

At this moment, Lady Tracy stood in the center of the psionic core, where the energy of the psionic spells inscribed into the underground stone slab converged.

Professionally, it can be called the "energy pointer" position.

"Ladies and gentlemen! Let's cut a long story short. ”

After seeing that all the spellcasters had arrived here, and there were still many physical professional players on the periphery who had come to see the excitement, she took the tone of the boss-level NPC and said in a low tone:

"We are about to perform a small and medium-sized astral tearing grand spell casting ritual here, and I myself will be the core of the caster to manipulate psionic energy to break the barrier between the physical world and the astral plane, and repeat the tragedy that happened in Cadman City more than a month ago in the core of the gnolls' camp today.

The unruly power that brought us calamity will also unleash the same calamity over the heads of our enemies, and I know that not everyone among you agrees to take such a risk.

You have enough wisdom and common sense to judge that it would not be a good idea to break the astral barrier at will.

I know all of these reasons, and some of your rebuttals to the scriptures even stem from the books I wrote about astral psionic powers myself when I was younger.

But these are not reasons!

We need this victory!

No matter what people on the outside will say about tonight's events, we know that it is all necessary!

Thanks to the activity and adventure of the intelligence officers under the command of the Blood Vulture Clan, the hedron used to mark the relative mapping has been buried in the gnolls' camp in advance, and the positioning of the psionic pointer to mark has been properly placed.

My assistant Feimis and I have modified the parameters of this technique, and we will try to minimize the impact of this astral tear on the land of Translancia.

This is the last promise we can make!

Now, those who are still resistant to this action can leave, and the rest should go to their respective casting slots!

I need to use your psionic perception to gather enough psionic storm in a short period of time to overload the Serenade's core.

For newcomers who are participating in this compound spellcasting ritual for the first time, my advice is:

You will do whatever I tell you to do in a while, don't bring your brain, let alone have your own 'inspiration', do you understand? ”

Whether the NPC understands Murphy or not doesn't know.

But he's sure the little players definitely got it.

This is because Tracey had already edited the mission copy in advance, and the small players were only responsible for the simplest "temporary psionic pool" in this large-scale energy gathering technique.

As long as they stay in this secret room the whole time, the mission is completed, and the reward they can get this time is unusually "rich".

"Ding"

A light chime sounded almost simultaneously on the Psyker's orb, a team mission:

[Limited-time team dungeon "The Battle of Under Armour Hills" pre-quest · Call for the Power of the Nebula' has been triggered!

Requirements: Participate in Lady Tris's spellcasting ritual as a member of the Astral Ripping Grand Technique, and persist until the end of the ceremony, breaking the iron walls of the Gnoll camp with the power of the Astral Plane, and sounding the death knell of the end of the Gnoll warlord King Kempot.

Reward: The team dungeon "Battle of the Under Armour Hills" is officially opened.

Psyker's Special Reward: Collaborative Legion-level Psionic Spell 'Cataclysm' Record, which requires 5-40 psionists to cast spells together, guiding the formed psionic storm to temporarily break the barrier between the physical world and the astral plane, and calling for astral psionic energy and dimensional meteorite bombardment to tear apart the target area.

The damage it causes and its duration depends on the number of participants, the degree of concentration of psionic storms, and the proficiency of the manipulating core.

Prompt!

Legion-level psionic spells are often inhumane, so they cannot be used in everyday combat, and using them in unpermitted areas will result in court-martials and humane destruction. 】

"I'm blanching! This is to start the game and drop a nuclear bomb at the opponent's base! ”

Cheche exclaimed.

His overly graphic and vulgar description made the other little players nod their heads.

After seeing that the NPC psionists had already chosen their own casting slots and stood up, the little players also found their positions under the command of Femis.

Eager to try, they soon discovered that Master Murphy, dressed in swordsman armor, had actually participated in the ceremony, and then they reacted.

Oh, and while Murphy-sama is skilled in swordsmanship, he does have a class as an astral summoner, and he's also a spellcaster.

"This must be my grandson's military advice to Lady Trissy, no matter how I think this tactic of changing families is so classic."

Touching you in the crowd complained about the work next to him, and the latter shrugged his shoulders and stood still with a distinctive Soul Snatching Scythe.

He bought it at a high price from the two profiteer smiths in the camp.

It's expensive, but considering that it's very appropriate to his status as a "trickster" and the attributes are really good, it's okay to earn it yourself.

The Water Lady also has a similar-looking scythe, but the Water Lady's one was cast with a natural psionic artifact, so the blade of her weapon is wrapped with a green light, as if it had been quenched.

"Silence!"

Mrs. Triss glared at this side, and several players who were whispering immediately shrank their heads, saying that Mrs. Triss in this serious state was really full of oppression.

"Bang"

The psionic master, who was the core of the spell, lightly tapped the serenade scepter in his hand in the air, making a crisp sound like striking an entity, and then the entire psionic core's concentrating technique was activated.

All psychic masters in the area immediately felt a pumping pressure on them.

For young players, the most intuitive embodiment is that the "mana bar" on their character interface begins to consume rapidly, and at the same time, with the help of the energy gathering technique under their feet, they also begin to draw free spiritual energy from the air at a faster speed than usual, but this absorption speed obviously cannot keep up with the consumption.

Soon, the little players felt the pressure, and the players who had not yet passed the Black Iron Trial seemed to be pressed against their chests and began to breathe.

They are like humanoid probes standing on air purifiers, using their perception of psionic energy as the main means by which Lady Trass gathers psionic energy.

At this time, these psionic energies were not used to break the astral barriers, and such psionic energy could not do this kind of interference plane operation at all.

The psionic energy they had gathered here was to overload the three enchantment cores that were holding the Serenade enchantment at this time.

With the help of the psionic storm generated when a strategic-level psionic item is overloaded, it is able to shake the waves of the astral plane in this special region of Translasia.

In a large psionic organization like the Tower of the Ring, people have special energy storage towers to complete the process of energy extraction, which is simple, fast and pollution-free, but at the moment, Transcia doesn't have that condition.

Murphy's expression was serious at this time.

He knew that once Tracey's spell cast in the first phase was complete, it would mean that the Serenade barrier that protected the city would be closed for at least an hour.

Outside the cloisters at this point, Maxim and his Cadman People's Army, Natalie and her witch hunters, Adele and her Blood Rat Gang, Count Andrei and his White Mountain Vampires, Leenia and her reserve knights, and even Miriam and the assembled militia were ready for the Gnoll vanguard to storm the city.

At that time, Murphy will also take his warriors to the Under Armour Hills through psionic teleportation, and the two wars will start at the same time, which will be an out-and-out "change of home".

Whoever can hold on will win the final victory.

The best part is that both sides feel that they will definitely make it to the end, so now it is the most classic moment, the battlefield has opened and the fighters are in place.

The goddess of fate is standing in the middle of the scales, scratching her head, and tonight it will be up to her to see if she prefers Murphy, the creamy boy, or Kenpot, the Fury man.

Come to think of it, the taste of the goddess of fate shouldn't be so heavy, right?

"Buzz"

A substantial psionic storm blew, and in the area beneath the corridor, every psionist could feel the extracted energy converging around Lady Trissy.

It was a frenzied psionic energy that could tear apart the body in an instant, but it was commanded by Lady Triss with the artistic grace of the Serenade Scepter, gathering it on her own scepter, and then using this scepter's manipulation of the core of the Serenade enchantment, it smoothly entered the overload.

A loud thunderous sound rises in the outside world.

The sound was terrifying, like a thousand tigers roaring in unison, the movement of a frenzied psionic storm converging in the night of the Crimson Keep.

On the surface of the city, where there was no one in this time and space, Maxim looked up and watched the hemispherical scarlet barrier above his head flicker like a bad contact, and dissipate like a soap bubble in the sun.

The three cores suspended in the city, which had a steady output of psionic energy, were also shrouded in ominous blood-colored lightning.

It was as if an invisible hand held them, squeezing these destructive forces into a place that Maxim could not see.

The faint purple light emitted by the Astral Creation above the night above his head also suddenly flourished at this moment, like a magnificent purple chandelier, illuminating the entire Crimson Keep and the surrounding night at this moment. It's like the moment when the spotlight on the stage comes on, illuminating everything that is dim below.

It's not just the hideous shadows cast on the ground by the gnolls, but also the resolute faces of the local warriors obscured by the shadows.

Raging attackers and fearless defenders alike are ready to fight for ownership of a city that is slowly recovering from the aftermath of the disaster.

"Smack"

Maxim withdrew his gaze, pulled his vulture armor down to cover his face, and lifted the black sword and heavy shield in his hand.

Behind him, a column of five hundred Cadman People's Army was full of swords and spears, and in front of him, as the Serenade barrier dissipated, the werewolves who were already hungry and thirsty beyond the barrier howled and drove the coyotes and kobolds towards them like a tide of chaos.

They are convinced that no one can stop the Kuroshio that they are composing.

The soldiers and vampires in the camp also believed that no one would be able to cross their defended position until they were gone.

"Astral Rip countdown to 3 minutes!"

Lady Triss hovers in a surge of psionic power.

On her left is an hourglass in the air to record time, and on her right hand is an arithmetic matrix of 30 arithmetic orbs projecting the relative coordinates of the material world and the astral realm in real time.

For a full three minutes, the psionic master had to withstand the pressure of a constant storm of frenzied energy from his overloaded core.

She must unleash them in the right place when the most accurate relative mapping conditions are met, and like Murphy's goddess of victory, she can only deliver the deadliest assists to her warriors at the most critical moments.

"Huh"

Phimes swung his staff of the Night's Scream, and the beating crimson streamers formed a makeshift portal to the outskirts of the Gnoll's camp, and the hedron that had been planted by Frostfang's Claws and Dorothy was used at this moment.

Players can even see the gnolls in the camp across the street through the scarlet glow, and they come over to see what it is.

A stupid gnoll brute actually reached out and touched this mirror-like thing, and he didn't know what kind of thinking this guy was in, but he actually took a step forward.

It crossed the rift opened by the astral plane, and managed to enter the Vulture Corridor.

What appeared in front of it was Murphy who had pulled off his mask and Phimes who had lifted his staff, as well as a full 140 "Otherworldly Demons" behind the two who were already enthusiastic and couldn't resist the desire to kill.

Being stared at directly by so many eyes at the same time, Rao is jackal brute no longer has a heart and lungs, and this moment is like being struck by lightning in an instant.

It didn't have the size of a walnut to imagine how to deal with the scene in front of it, but luckily it didn't need to put more pressure on its dull brain in the next second.

"Poof"

Necessary evil is wielded.

A wide-eyed gnoll's head flew out from the other side of the Crimson Door, slicing a perfect parabola, smashing into its companion's feet in a dripping of viscous liquid, its round eyes that seemed to warn its companion.

Come on!

But it's too late!

The moment the huge blood wings spread out in the central area of the Gnoll camp, 140 players roared and rushed into the Gnoll "Dungeon" like a frenzied blood-colored turbidity.

The bewildered jackals around him were slashed and killed in less than ten seconds under the sword and axe, and Murphy did not rush forward to search for the dungeon boss, instead, he gathered his wings in place and raised his head.

The Under Armour Hills were unusually quiet tonight, but the pressure of the mountain rain was released by the starlight that had turned "purple" overhead.

At this moment, five hundred meters outside King Kenpot's tent, Lord Nash, the "upstart" who was patrolling, suddenly felt a strange buzzing of the battle axe in his hand.

Puzzled, it held the weapon to its ear, which had been given to it by its good brother Hogg, and it heard the strange tapping sound, like a worm lying in its own weapon grip.

But how is this possible?

"Why is your axe glowing?"

The gnolls beside it exclaimed.

Nash looked down, and wow, red and purple light was flashing from the hilt of his axe.

But what the hell is this

"Boom"

There was a loud bang that shook the earth.

Engulfed all the doubts of the gnolls named Nash at this time and for the rest of their lives, but its explosion and demise were like a proclamation, like a symbol of the catastrophe before it came.

Well, the psionic winds of the Under Armour Hills are a bit noisy tonight

(End of chapter)