"I'm relying on me, Master Murphy is already crazy."

The live broadcast channel at the top of the Translancia Bistro app is full of similar comments, and the live broadcast on it is based on Murphy's battle in the lord's position, recording every wonderful killing moment, as well as the cool NPC special skill tree, which has attracted exclamations from reserve players.

This thing doesn't look like a live broadcast, but more like a battle image display of Murphy's "personal IP".

However, considering that this live broadcast, which has lasted for three days, is the official account of the Alpha company's development team, "Real Otherworld· Offical", so there is a reason for doing this kind of personal demo of the NPC's fighting style.

This account prohibits tipping, so that the rich brothers and sisters have nowhere to spend their money, so they can only keep sending out all kinds of rainbow farts to praise "our Lord Murphy" It's so fierce.

"By the way, has anyone counted how many gnolls Lord Murphy has killed since the battle to fight the lord's position began?"

Such an inquiry flashed in the barrage, and then immediately triggered a wave of repeater frenzy, and a few seconds later, a guy who claimed to be a counter jumped out and shouted:

"Of course, as a loyal fan of Lord Murphy, I can count them one by one, and I announce that as of now, Master Murphy's kill count is 114514!"

"! I can't ask for such a foul-smelling counter, so let's manage and seal this guy. ”

"That's right, that's right, how can there be so many, Lord Murphy can really kill 100,000 gnolls by himself, the black plague has long been wiped out by his single sword, okay, I'm the real counter, let me tell the brothers, Lord Murphy has slaughtered a total of 10,086 gnolls in the past three days, absolutely yes!"

"@管理员, come here, by the way, the details of this mobile company have also been sealed."

"That's right! It's 10,043! ”

"Don't you all argue, let's use elementary school math calculations to find out, right?

It is known that Lord Murphy swings his sword about once every three seconds, with a 60% one-hit kill rate, and he has basically not rested much in the past three days, and the battle area and activity area where he is are are about 10 square meters, if the gnolls are in a row to send them to death"

"Abaaba, I'm a fool, just tell me the result! Also, do you really think that you can list these conditions for elementary school students? ”

"I'm coming! I've just entered my freshman year of high school, and it's the best time to use my brain, ha, I've figured it out! The result is 114514! ”

"!"

"! X2”

"! X10086”

The style of the barrage is roughly like this.

In fact, if you look closely at this live broadcast interface, it is not difficult to find that when the camera shoots Murphy in battle at close range, it will often shoot the core orb hanging from Murphy's chest.

And there is a special kill record on the core orb, although the words are small, but as long as you zoom in on the screen, you can still vaguely see the shocking and increasing five-digit number.

How many gnolls did Murphy kill in the past three days?

It's a question to worry about, but one thing is for sure, after this battle on the Maginot Line, Murphy will definitely be in the top 10 of the list for the most Jackal kills of all time.

The reason why I don't dare to say that I am in the top five is mainly because the Knights of the Blood Alliance and the Gnolls have been fighting wits and courage for hundreds of years, and there are more than this number of Gnolls who have died in the hands of Lord Pa Ying and the three major lords.

Counting the hundred-year blood feud between Brass Dwarves and Gnolls, Murphy's kill count is definitely the bottom of the top ten, so it's better to keep a low profile.

However, in this live broadcast screen, in addition to being handsome and strong, the handsome Murphy who occasionally zooms in and can be used as a screensaver is eye-catching, and the larger, bold and ever-changing countdown in the upper left has also attracted the attention of many people.

Veteran players know that it is the countdown to the return of the undead to the battlefield.

In the popular "buzzword", it is the time when the "Valhalla" of Translancia will open next.

The 72-hour countdown to this thing has been going on since the players blew up the Gnoll's arsenal in one wave, and it's now in the final stages of less than 30 minutes.

Not only the onlookers who have already been emotionally aroused, but also the official players who are about to return to the war zone will have begun to make final preparations before returning to the battlefield.

Regular players are hurrying to grab a bite to eat, go to the bathroom, empty their bladder and stress, find a comfortable bed or couch, say hello to their family and lock the door to avoid being disturbed by others in the upcoming Armageddon.

The veteran players are already lying in bed and putting on their helmets, and they are exchanging information and cheering each other on in the various groups of the forum, and agreeing on a plan of action after the launch.

The guild leaders had been discussing the details on the forums for a few hours.

They even made a 1:1 replica of the defense map of the territorial position to design the best route for the resurrected onslaught, which was also supported by everyone in the staff.

The real hardcore gamer will not wear a helmet, but do 30 push-ups at home, then a few hundred meters of acceleration run, and finally conditionally raise a barbell to put his body into combat in advance, so as to ensure that he can enter the position with the best posture at the beginning of the battle.

Of course, playing games and having a sense of ritual in life are essential, so it's important to dress up in front of such a big battle!

If you have a bat suit, put on a bat suit, or change into the coolest card face to fight the suit, so as to put your mental state into a fiery war state.

As the countdown ticked into the final five minutes, almost all the players were already wearing their helmets, and five pairs of wheels were being rolled out in the forum's largest base player group.

After confirming that no player was late for something in reality, he began to give his siblings a bloody meal, succinctly describing the next battle plan.

To sum up, there is nothing difficult to understand, after resurrection, first change into their coolest and most powerful equipment, and then the combat professional follows the staff along the central axis of the position, to support Lord Murphy, and at the same time follow the main line NPC to launch a wave of counterattack.

Administrative players and manufacturing players who are not good at fighting go to the artillery positions and flank positions to help, and Master Kudell has prepared small barrels and iron fist rockets for players in advance, and they can get an average of two each, and start the fire bombing mode after taking them.

But the last part of the five-pair round plan is a bit strange:

"All brothers with a potential release bar of 40% or more, as well as vulture vampire players and the only silver warrior, Your Excellency Horse Fork, don't leave the command for the time being, there is a special mission for you to shoulder."

"Huh?"

The ruthless horse forkworm, who had already planned to follow Master Murphy to cut off a wave of human heads, was a bit silly, and he chatted privately:

"Brother, what's the task? Why don't you reveal it so that I have a bottom line, I've already privately agreed with Daeun to let him cut a few highlight moments for me in this operation. ”

"Well, you'll know when the time comes, don't worry, there will definitely be a highlight moment for your play, and in addition, let Daeun also stay on the ground!"

The five pairs of wheels replied:

"Since he wants to shoot, shoot well, the NPCs have been working for three days, and it's time for us players to work hard to announce our special positioning on this continent."

"Ruthless?"

The horse fork insect asked suspiciously:

"How ruthless?"

"It's more ruthless than you think! If it works well, you kid might be able to get into the Hall of Fame this time. ”

"Okay, then buddy will believe you once."

——

Murphy is at the forefront of the lord's position and Kudell in a "back-to-back" posture in a frantic battle, the two leaders of the Vulture Clan in the melee field will not spare a hand, every move can be pushed into the true sense of the "tiebreaker" battlefield wielding deadly firepower.

The army of the gnolls was already overpowered, and more than five meteorites of different sizes were falling on the lord's position every minute, and the interference of Tracey and the Earth Priests could not keep up with the speed of the meteorite fall.

The most exaggerated thing is that under such an all-over bombardment, the jackals' charge did not stop at all!

The scene at this moment is very subtle, it seems to be a reversal of the poles, at this time the jackals have become the legendary undead heroes who dare to rush forward in the face of bombardment, the trench areas on both sides of the position have been completely lost, General Flanders and his militia can only cower in the pit dug by the kobold to avoid being killed by meteorites, and the main force on the ground is the constantly awakened undead.

The little mummy and her Moon Esoteric Sect have pushed the control core of the Ten Thousand Souls Feast into the highest frequency of operation, allowing the death spirit to flow through the battlefield in an all-encompassing manner, and a corpse will be resurrected after a life has died.

But even this rate of resurrection is still defeated by the onslaught of the jackals.

Only three of the fifteen dragoon prototypes are still in operation, and the two mechanical scythes of the craziest "Duke Moritz" have been broken, the onboard firepower is all empty, and the flamethrower has no fuel and can only rely on its own mass to rush back and forth in the tide of jackals.

Its outer armor was covered with all kinds of scars, which were warrior medals left after countless knocks and slashes, as well as war scars that had been twisted and torn by psionic hits, and blinding electric light rolled in them, indicating that a certain module was overloaded, and that the shell of the "Immortal War Spirit" was close to its limit.

But it didn't stop, as if the icy rage was being burned in a more vivid and fervent manner.

The collision of the mechanical structure is its battle cry, the spark of the gears represents its emotions, every charge and every trample pleases it, and more importantly, the blood that spills from the enemy's explosion is like a firewood thrown into the hearth, rekindling the lives of the cursed.

In the sky above such a ground battlefield where bayonets were extremely red, the gloomy sky was already red enough to drip blood.

The divine power field descended by the Lord of the Hunt on this position officially broke through the limit level of Tracey's previous observations, and the intertwined reaction of the battle intent and the death of the mad slaughter on this battlefield was so intense that even the soon-to-be-born consciousness of the Lord of the Hunt could exert a more realistic impact on the material world with this layer of divine power feedback.

He may have been really insane.

Because every place where the blood rain falls will directly ignite the most primitive desire for destruction and destruction in the heart of life, and what is even more terrifying is that this blood rain will not just land on the side of the jackals.

The defenders on the battlefield are also covered by this rain of destruction, and the "spiritual encouragement" given by the Lord of the Hunt is directed to both sides at the same time.

He was really crazy!

He didn't care how many gnolls and defenders would die, he just wanted to see rivers of blood in the true sense of the word.

Even Colonel Fraser and his guards were affected, and the Plantagenet artillerymen turned their desire for destruction into an even more intense operation, reloading the remaining guns at their limits, firing at enemies everywhere, while the red-eyed Colonel clutched his command knife and beloved scarlet revolver in search of a target.

Just then, a group of kobolds dug through the position and rushed out of the artillery phalanx, and the crazy things were about to release the explosives they were carrying when the bullet pierced the skull.

Colonel Frazier, who was entangled in battle, strode forward, waved the sharp blade in his hand, and neatly killed a few kobolds who rushed out, and kicked the explosive bomb that was about to explode back into the tunnel with very exquisite national foot skills.

"Kill!"

His face was full of exhaustion and persistence, as if he wanted to release the destructive desire that had accumulated in his heart.

"I've always been curious about how the Golden Trial progresses."

At the forefront, the blood light on Murphy's body has been so dense that it has formed a strange figure similar to a "blood reflection" or more intuitively called "Susanoh Vampire Version" around him, which means that Murphy's silver trial has come to the last moment, and the power of the vampire ancestor has been completely awakened and gradually formed in Murphy's body in a converging posture, but his spirit has awakened from the extreme blood thirst.

He swung his blood-light blade to clear away the enemies around him, and turned to look behind him at Kudel, who was slashing with his heavy sword Griffin and causing terrible damage, and he asked:

"At this level, it shouldn't be a simple increase in strength, right?"

"Pretty much by the time you open the Golden Trial, your own strength has reached the limit of mortal beings, just like a container full of water trying to seek further breakthroughs, and drawing strength from the outside to advance yourself is only a general description.

It seems to me that the formation of the transcendent golden rule may have more to do with the path of power you choose.

To put it more simply, the most extreme and true desires of your heart will be materialized at this stage, and that is the prototype of your golden rule. ”

Kudell said in a calm tone:

"For example, I want to defend the decisive battle of the Maginot Line is my golden trial, and when this place survives and wins the war, I will also ascend to the golden realm, but on the other hand, if this place collapses and fails, then I have no other way but to kill myself."

"Hmm, that's an extreme tactic."

Murphy sighed, and in between the battles, he took out his delicate mechanical pocket watch and looked at the time from the swaying of his flying black hair wrapped in blood.

"The time has come."

He said so, then flicked his long, blood-soaked hair, and under the gaze of Kudell and all the defenders of the position, the large, sharp wings that didn't look like silver vampires spread out and charged into the sky with Murphy.

The governor of the Translancians stood in the midst of the rain of destructive blood that flew in the sky, holding the necessary evil and gathering blood spirits like a real vampire god.

Murphy struck a forward movement of his sword in the air, like the final infusion of some kind of summoning ritual.

"Listen to me! Valhalla, the indomitable will of Translasia, open it! ”

"Boom"

Tracy cooperated quite well to draw down the blue-purple thunder light that spread all over the battlefield, and compiled a cool enough "appearance effect" in the roar of the speeding electric dragon, and the Liwen knight or the "temporary human body" called Ao, who had been waiting for this moment for a long time, also got up from the green jade purification ritual and raised her left hand to rush forward.

In the next moment, the glazed sky light formed by the jasper wind rose from the headquarters, like a round of "purification day".

Its sacred and majestic streamer weaves clouds wherever it goes, eliminating all the ominous blood rain, making the sky bright and transformed into purified clouds and rain, and the rain of glass that will not appear in the material world will fall generously.

Like the rain of tranquility in Avalon.

But Ao's power is more inclined to purification, and it is not as strong as Avalon in terms of healing, but Avalon's sanctuary in human society is in Transcia, which will even show the Eastern Holy Spirit, and the god of nature will hide it again.

Natalie in the swamp sensed a call, and she immediately fulfilled her obligation as the chosen one, so with her as the core, a rain of tranquility that covered the entire defense line also fell at this time.

Okay, the two gods really give face, I Murphy wrote down this favor!

The handsome vampire thought so, and with a fierce swing of the magic blade in his hand, the lines of psionic energy summoned by the other world descended on the high ground of the headquarters in a physical form, and those tangled lines twisted together really like a "heavenly gate" opened.

The moment the five pairs of wheels in full armor strode out with the banner of the Cadman People's Army, the moment a full five thousand undead Heroes returned to Transasia, and the moment the Valhalla, which only existed in folklore, was first hammered by Murphy, everyone in the lord's position was screaming and screaming.

General Flanders didn't know why he was roaring, but the ecstasy and relaxation in his heart made him have to do something to vent the frustration of the day's hard fighting.

Probably everyone else is the same.

After three days of desperate groundwork, the Pact of the Heroic Spirits was made, and the vanguard of the war returned.

The counterattack begins, and we will win!

——

"Whew, it's finally time to catch up."

Almost at the same moment, in the portal five kilometers behind the Maginot Line, Qin Ye, who was panting, wiped the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, and the ghost knows how he used to get the helmet, but he finally came by pressing the line.

His Excellency Serak Fanta, who had been waiting impatiently before his eyes, crossed his arms and said in a loud voice:

"Yo, Lao Qin, I thought you were going to be late."

"! How can I be late? It's a war! ”

Lao Qin shouted angrily:

"Is my ship ready?"

"What do you call your ship! It's obviously our ship, right? ”

The self-proclaimed "Commander-in-Chief of the Translancian Air Force" Serak Fanta crossed her waist and pointed behind her proudly, above the sky behind her, three heavily armed steel airships were waiting to depart, and that thing was like three aerial warships, with blood flags flying, and on the balloons the symbols of the Blood Vulture Clan and Transencia were sprayed in a fierce artistic style, making them look full of rage, ready to enter the battlefield and give the gnolls a supreme trial with fire!

"At the suggestion of the commander of the No. 2 boat, I replaced the ballast with bombs."

Serak Fanta's chubby face was full of the hideousness that a warmonger should have, and he stretched out his hand to Lao Qin and said:

"Come, Temporary Flagship Commander, wait for your 'War Throne', and let us burn the Maginot Line to ashes!"

(End of chapter)