The CG of Cadman City when it was destroyed by the Astral Tear is still hanging in the forum's boutique post, and basically every little player has viewed that thing more than once before entering the game.

But the CG is a disaster scene shot from a distance, and although it looks spectacular, it feels a little less shocking when you observe it up close.

In particular, the streamer of the stars at night was ignited purple by wild psionic energy, just like the spectacle of an expanding balloon finally bursting under the squeezing step by step, and spreading thousands of filthy psionic energy to the material world.

The sky is torn.

It was as if the Second Astral Creation had been opened in the material world of Transnesia.

The devastating spectacle that ensued was much like the devastating explosion of a large number of aerial bombs as they crashed into the ground, the same wild shockwave accompanied by the earth shaking and the strange howl of tearing eardrums.

The light that rose after that took on an ominous purple-black, of course, this scene was also indispensable to the savagery and madness of several dimensional meteorites falling from the sky with purple wildfire as they smashed into the earth, which was the deadly accompaniment of the exotic catastrophe as it emerged before our eyes.

The energy release of the astral rift that occurred in the Gnoll's camp was not even one-tenth of what Cadman City was engulfed, so the torn astral rift lasted only fifteen seconds under the double squeeze of the material world and the astral plane, and slowly healed.

In this respect, Triss is worthy of being the master of psionic energy, and has accurately estimated the size and equivalent of the Big Bang before casting the spell.

But the problem is that, first of all, the Gnoll camp is nowhere near as huge as Cadman City.

Secondly, Murphy and the 140 Junior Players are far from where they were when they last watched the Astral Rippling.

Their teleportation landing point was on the outskirts of the central area of the Gnoll Camp, less than 1,500 meters away from the Astral Plane's torn psionic energy impact core.

This is the "Extreme Safety Zone" that Tracey calculated.

They won't be hurt by the dimensional meteorites that come with the astral tear here, and they won't be pulled into the astral rift by the first wave of astral psionic energy and the rapid collapse.

Murphy had already prepared to spread his huge blood wings at the moment when the astral tear was successfully released, like two staggered shields in front of him, so that the first wave of bursting psionic energy impact and energy release did not affect him, and even his hairstyle was not scattered.

But other young players don't have this sense of self-preservation.

Their eyes widened, and they had witnessed the entire process of the astral tear from gestation to eruption at this extreme distance.

They screamed and raised their shields or simply covered their eyes as they watched the billowing purple psionic smoke sweep across them like a bursting storm dotted with tiny lightning bolts dancing around.

"it!"

"Ah, my dog is going blind."

"Why am I being hung up with three negative states at once!"

In the strange scream and wail, the astral manticore that touched your side stepped forward with a roar and spread its bat-like black wings, the wild and filthy wind from its homeland made it enjoy it very much, and in the cloud-mane dance of its huge body, the giant beast from the astral plane raised its head and roared.

It was so joyful that even the black scorpion-tailed barb on its tail swayed.

Ah, up there!

This is the taste of home, and I want to bathe in this comfortable filthy wind and gnaw off a few fresh hearts, and take a few jackal heads to drink.

"Woohoo"

Along with the astral manticore, there is a low and distant wolf howl.

In the impact of the astral psychic, Murphy's giant wolf George bowed his body and rushed out of the active astral whirlpool, the area in front of him where the astral psionic energy is active is the best home of the astral summoner, Murphy only needs to spend one-third of the usual psionic energy to complete the skill of extending the summoning, and the effect is better than on other occasions, the extension summons more astral wolves, and the flickering of those shimmering stars represents a wolf jumping from the astral realm into the material world.

They howled one after another into the astral shadows that spread ahead, and George, as the temporary head wolf, led his pack of more than 40 members, one step ahead of the little players who were staggered by the astral winds, into the chaotic area in front of them that was almost completely shrouded in filthy shadows.

Life in the physical world will be weakened in it, but these astral beings can walk as freely as they hunt in their homeland.

The core camp directly affected by the astral tear is like a triple complex environment of storms, wildfires, and night, reducing visual visibility to a very dangerous level.

Due to the vampire's perception of life, Murphy could easily calculate that the 15-second astral tear just now swept away at least 3,000-4,000 elite gnolls, and the array they arranged here was too dense.

This is equivalent to killing at least a quarter of the elite that Kenpott has placed in the camp at once, and may the 'journey' of those gnolls in the astral plane be more pleasant."

But they are certainly lucky.

Even death was instantaneous and painless, and their compatriots who remained in the torn zone of the material world might not be so lucky.

Murphy flapped his wings to hang himself in the air, and glanced back at the necessary evil, the gnolls in the outer areas behind him who were already going to pounce on and kill the uninvited guests.

But the sudden outbreak of astral tearing hit the hearts of these barbarians hard, making them stand in place one by one as if they had experienced a cruel curse, and the astral fog that came later had already dispersed.

The shadows that are hard to dispel and the despair tokens that keep pouring out of them make them even more overwhelmed.

They don't need to be worried anymore.

After all, no gnolls dared to brave the purple ominous flames that were still burning on the ruins of the ground to rush at the vampire raiders that accompanied the "damnation".

"Rush with me! Kill every gnoll you meet! ”

Murphy's voice is clearly transmitted to the ears of every little player through the Orb of Calculation.

In such a complex psionic environment, things like Computing Orbs should be interfered with, but the "player system" that originated from the simple reproduction of the administrator system is very subtle and still maintains a fairly reliable operation in this environment.

Murphy didn't think that this was the ability of the Orb itself, and it was definitely his own administrator system that "added some material" to it, but with his order, the second team copy in the real Atlas game, "Battle of Under Armour Hills", officially kicked off.

The pressured Vampire Lord rushed into the camp shrouded in astral psionic energy, just as he had stormed into the ruins of Cadman City during the destruction of the city.

His heart was as cold as iron, and he was ready to kill.

His eyes glittered with blood, and his canine teeth were so sharp that even the vampires were ready to activate the thirst for blood.

He knew he was up against an army of elite gnolls from all of Transncia gathered by Kenpot, bastards who were not as tricky as the venom vampires, but they were no match to be taken away casually.

There must be a bitter battle today, and although Murphy resists indulging in blood, the scene is so unforgiving that he can no longer show mercy.

Perhaps he is going to become a truly bloodthirsty dark being today, or maybe he is going to experience the beauty of blood today and let himself slide all the way down the path of countless vampires into the abyss of midnight.

It's taboo breaking.

That meant that unknown risks would creep in, and that alone was stressful for Murphy, who had enough to worry about as the Governor of Transencia before he took his seat.

If something goes wrong with the body, it's too bad.

However, when Murphy rushed into the battlefield, he suddenly realized that he seemed to be overthinking, because he seemed to have underestimated the impact of the psionic energy caused by the astral tear on the gnolls.

"Ahh Kill me! ”

The gnolls, whose hearts had been ignited by the power of the filthy spirit, lay miserably on the ground, purple flames burning above its eyes like greedy ghosts.

It was the filthy psychic power that was destroying its spirit.

Apparently unharmed, he crawled out of the tent razed by the psionic storm like a dying man, and when he saw Murphy flapping his wings and falling, there was a relief in his green eyes that should have been the life of the enemy.

It stretched out its claws.

Trembling and stretched out his hand to Murphy, howling:

"Please! Kill me! ”

Murphy ignored his enemies' pleas for mercy, and he amplified his vampire perception to feel his surroundings again.

There were few still alive in the crushed tents within 30 meters of where he stood, and the faint purple psionic flames flickered and burned in a strange manner in the shadows, and the place was full of strange and uninjured dry bones.

Even these gnolls who survived were tormented both physically and mentally, as the unfilthy spirits tore apart their already chaotic and savage spirits.

The guys who have been bandits for the first half of their lives can't have any firm will, and how can such a completely defenseless soul maintain a sane existence in the face of the washing of the power of filth.

Not to mention strengthening your mind to fight back?

Murphy ignored the massive "psychic storm" that would come with the astral psionic wash, and as he looked at the gnolls begging for death beneath his feet, he suddenly remembered the huge number of Cadman City residents who had died in the sewers.

They had no wounds on their bodies, just like the gnolls in front of them, but they were still dead, as if they had been snatched away by an invisible ghost.

This is not the case.

This is a super-large Sc verification that comes with the moment when the astral rift opens the moment the huge filthy spiritual energy pours down, and the effective range is all areas directly affected by the entire grand technique, and the miserable end that Sc has not experienced is just around the corner.

Fragile wills can be directly torn apart by wild astral psionic energy.

Even if they have resisted the first wave and the subsequent steady stream of mental shocks, to wear away their reason and plunge them into irresistible madness, although they will not die, the mental pain is more unbearable than the tearing of the body.

Compared to this invisible but brutal extermination, the energy explosion and shock wave during the grand outburst, as well as the direct impact of the dimensional meteorite that was pulled down from the astral plane, were nothing.

The vampire lord's expression became strange.

He realizes that although he has personally experienced the disaster of Cadman City, he, a summoner who "does not know how to learn", does not seem to have a thorough understanding of the astral tearing grand technique, and it is no wonder that Tracy and Fiemis are so serious when they decide to carry out this tactic

They are all excellent psionics.

They know exactly what will happen here after they cast their spells!

"Well, my friend, of course I will relieve you of this cruel pain, and I am here for this."

Murphy leaned down and pressed the furry head of the screaming gnolls below him in a gesture that could be called "gentleness", and he saw that the chaotic light in the other's eyes was surging.

This means that the spirit of this life is crumbling.

Compared to the pain it endured physically, its spirit was returning to nothingness.

If Murphy left it alone, there was a good chance that this guy wouldn't die, but becoming the kind of crazy vampire in the Vulture Corridor was his final destination.

As a benevolent lord, Murphy didn't want to see that happen, so he took his sword and took off the head of the gnoll brute with the hum of necessary evil.

He could clearly hear the relaxed wail as the guy took his last breath.

Tsk, even death is regarded as a relief, it seems that the war I started today has really committed an unforgivable horror sin.

"Go ahead."

Murphy let go of his fingers, and the bloodthirsty magic sword flew like a greedy snake into the dark battlefield of astral shadows ahead.

He casually threw away the gnoll's head in his hand, and pulled out the cold fang blade on the other side of his waist with his backhand, and carried the miser hunting crossbow in his hand.

With the flapping of the wings, Murphy levitated again.

The pressure in his blood-colored eyes was gone.

He knew that this tactical adventure had tipped the scales of victory severely, and that he would only need to hunt for what had been seen as a near-impossible victory for his city and his people.

"Calm down, it's just a bunch of gnolls, how hard can that be?"

Murphy said to himself, trying to calm his fiery heart, but he knew the value of this victory, so the smile on his lips could not be hidden.

"You'd better not be so relaxed"

The voice of the eldest lady Fiemis sounded from behind her.

She was in full combat stance with the Staff of Night's Scream, and the Crimson Psionic could be whittled at her sides in the form of a thorn spear, ready to be targeted and projected by the Psionic Master to impale enemies.

This is obviously quite a subtle psionic manipulation, and the eldest lady still has a ball of accumulation in her other hand that is constantly beating arcs, which is a psionic lightning that is ready to be launched.

She flapped her wings and said to Murphy:

"It's not worth being wary of the guys who can be overwhelmed by the astral psionic energy, but the core elite of Kenpot is not expected to be wiped out so easily.

Especially Kenport himself.

It hails from the Dark Mountains, and I've heard veterans of the Blood Alliance Knights who have been battling gnolls for years say that their hunting priests have their own way of protecting their minds.

Even protect their own armies from the interference of psychic spells. ”

"I know what you mean, and I'm looking forward to it."

Murphy nodded at the dead silence ahead, and said:

"After all, if victory is too easy, it will seem too dull, and an unchallenging battle is torture even for the winner.

However, it wasn't until I saw this scene with my own eyes that I realized how much psychological pressure you and Triss were under, and would it make you feel uneasy to unleash this dehumanizing spell? ”

Philimis did not answer immediately.

She looked at Murphy with a subtle look, and after a few seconds, she said:

"First of all, I'm not human, I don't have any such thing as humanity.

Secondly, our enemies are the Gnolls, and if we could unleash the Astral Tear at will anywhere and cause this glorious result in front of us, do you believe it or not, Lord Pa Ying would have used the Astral Tear to plow the entire Dark Mountain Range from beginning to end?

No, Murphy, we don't have any psychological pressure.

The biggest danger of Tris and I making this adventurous plan was that we were worried about the impact on Translasia's ecology if we opened the Astral Rift three times in a short period of time.

It will certainly not be extinct, but it will definitely bring some kind of fundamental change to this land.

This is our hometown, after all.

As for the life and death of these gnolls

Sorry, we vampires don't have that much mercy left for them, what? Do you feel the heartache? Murphy, you're a sensitive and kind Midnight child. ”

"Kindness?"

Murphy said with a gloomy face:

"Why do you humiliate me so much? You know what that word stands for in our ethnicity, right? ”

"Yes, I know."

The eldest lady smiled mysteriously, and she said:

"And that's what I'm trying to say in your mind, Murphy, you're not even as ruthless as your warriors. By the standards of a vampire, you're really not up to the mark. ”

(End of chapter)