Players Please Respect Yourself

   Chapter 272 There is no way out (5 more)

   (Moe Lord Heng Genzhidan 18/22 plus update)

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"Grass, when did the player become an electric fan?" Another filthy king [Theyuxuan] complained in his live broadcast room: "We want to talk about science! Human beings have no bones! If they become bones, it means that they have no tools for committing crimes. So I've seen the results - he's destined to be more than enough!"

  The barrage is another piece of 【Grass (this is a plant)】!

   One after another black light beams swept across the crowded battlefield (fish market infested with fish, shrimp and crabs), hitting different groups and causing terrible tears, penetrating the thick carapace, and tearing apart the figures that looked quite hideous.

  Unfortunately, it is useless at all!

  'Fan' is still strong.

   This is like dew birds are not equal to the sun.

   Unless there are external factors, no one can change the situation of the battle.

   "Who! Who is going to save me?" Momers shouted in his heart.

   Actually, the answer is yes.

   In the underground passage less than a kilometer away from him, Bashas and his troops stopped in their tracks.

  It sounds a bit ridiculous, the army of thousands of undead stopped because of a group of water.

It can be clearly seen that the two water men in the appearance of maids are playing the guqin that Bashas does not know. in the soul.

  The sound of the piano is not the point, nor is the graceful figure, the coquettish snake girl who only swayed on a drum surface.

   The point is that on the throne made of black water, that black figure!

   Even if he knew that it was a water body, the strange fluctuations emanating from his figure still shocked the entire undead army!

   He is mysterious!

   He is powerful!

   And that kind of calm gaze that seemed to be determined by his opponent, made Basas the first time he had no bottom.

   There is only one existence in the entire Abyss City who is qualified to sit on the Blackwater Throne with a trident on top of this chair - Jason Momoa the Abyssal!

  Even if it's just a water body appearing here, it means that he has paid attention to it.

Move forward?

Can!

   Waiting for Bashas is mostly a thunderstorm like a thunderstorm.

  Basas dare?

   Obviously, the answer is no!

   He is just a quasi-hero! He didn't have the courage to rush to challenge the abyss who defeated his master [Black Ramon].

   The other party is too mysterious, giving him the feeling that everything in the world cannot escape the other party's calculations.

   There is no need to use all the military power for an undead prince of the same level as him.

  Basas raised his right hand slightly and shook it backwards.

   "Retreat!" The corpse witches hurriedly ordered, the skeleton beasts evacuated first, and the ordinary skeleton soldiers last.

   When the only undead army that could save Momers receded like a tide, Wang Hao turned off the water and got out.

   As long as there is an altar of the sea, he can manipulate the water clone within a radius of 100 meters from the altar. No combat power, but shock is shock.

   In his ears, the intense music still resounded through the lord's office, but Wang Hao didn't stop it.

The Demon Empress was willing to continue to show her charming dancing posture. In order not to irritate Wang Hao's eyeballs, the Demon Empress even covered her lower body with a long lake blue dress, and coiled the snake's tail in the base under her body, making it look similar to her. A beautiful dancer is no different.

  Wang Hao actually didn't focus on the Demon Empress. He was more curious about whether the players could recklessly kill that guy.

  The GG of the Demon Empress cannot watch too much, otherwise he will find a way to defeat the fire.

   On the other side, the battle of the players to besiege the undead prince has entered a white-hot stage.

  Biu audience is more nervous than players.

   "Is there a quick-acting heart-saving pill?"

   "I want blood pressure medicine!"

   "By the way, this is the server of Mars, right? So many people are not stuck?"

  How to say, the picture is still quite smooth.

   For this sake, Momers was desperate.

   He roared sternly: "Come on a strong man! Where is the strong man? I don't want to fall into the hands of the miscellaneous fish! The abyss man! Anubis! Everyone is good! Come out a famous strong man—"

   This is the dimness where the military flag has died prematurely?

   Or the sadness that remains and has no way out?

   After two thousand years of repression, what finally awaits is not a rebirth like Nirvana, but a desolate end.

   This is ridiculous!

   is also sad!

   On his black bones, because he had been soaked in holy water for a long time, the cracks from the inside to the outside could no longer be concealed. Every time he waved his arm, there was a real premonition that the arm would fall apart in a second.

   His movements are staggering!

   His kills are weakened!

   Anyone can see his weakness!

   But even his last wish, no one came to fulfill him.

  In the training area of ​​Abyss City, Kalandia, who was sitting in her office, also watched the ancestor who had known for more than a thousand years to the end of death through the surveillance channel opened by Lord Jason.

Carlandia's reaction was very strange. She touched the scorpion tail that she had condensed with the power of death, and her face was blushing with excitement: "Haha! Sure enough, my choice was right! Momers, you... Remember what it was like to survive?"

   Over there, the players are facing a formidable enemy.

  【Scorpio Lonely】: "It's 10%! Why is this all the [killing stage]?"

   The so-called beheading stage is when the boss enters a state of residual blood, which makes it easy to go mad. According to the settings of traditional MMORPG games, it is very easy to break out at this time.

   In fact, Momers did spell it!

   seems to be endless, full of corpse caves.

   Countless broken knives and broken swords were stabbed across the bodies of the sea clan like tombstones.

  The Servant of the weapon is no one else.

  New 【Tombstones】are constantly being added.

   In the face of this seemingly endless war, Momers was finally moved by the exhaustion that came from the depths of his soul.

   He threw the golden spear he had never left his hand since the war began.

   The sharp Deathly Hallows turned into a cluster of galloping golden lights that could allow the subway to pass through, and seemed to have nothing to do with death, and finally completely penetrated the only two exits.

   He raised his large shield against the front, and launched a bull-like death charge.

   If it weren't for those red crabs who were weak enough to stand against him for a moment, maybe he would have managed to break through.

   In the moment before his soul was annihilated, he crossed the language barrier and heard the name of his opponent from the perspective of the spiritual world.

  【Lazy Cloud】Who is it?

  【Old Murder】?【Black Valley Little Angel】? 【Dawn Sounds of Heaven】? [Knife cuts the nameless ghost]?

  What a strange name.

   Swords containing divine power slashed at him from the side.

   The bones that were once stronger than steel are now brittle, and a single blow can knock off a piece of the boss's broken bone.

  Momors couldn't care less!

   His legs were nearly half corroded when he moved, and his legs became extremely slender, and he charged frantically.

   But his last charge ended with an order from [Q Chat Wushuang].

   "[Dragon King Team]! Water spray—"

   More than 300 devil fish masters, using not-so-good water magic, all pulled out a jar of holy water and smashed it on the Mormors shield.

  Three hundred streams of water converged into an irresistible torrent, rushing the undead prince back!

   His golden shield... became his tombstone.

   In the next instant, there was a terrifying sound of nearly 10,000 players. The sound was so loud that it almost overturned the entire underground cave!

   Well, ask for a reward, ask for a monthly recommendation ticket.

   (end of this chapter)