Chapter 273 272. The group version of "Battle Under Armor Hills" has started! No requirements, anyone who can breathe will come!

The CG from when Cadman City was destroyed by the star realm is still hanging in the forum’s high-quality posts. Basically every young player has browsed that thing more than once before entering the game.

But the CG was a disaster scene shot from a long distance. Although it looked spectacular, it felt like it lacked the shock of close observation.

Especially the stream of light from the stars at night is ignited into a dark purple by wild spiritual energy, just like an ever-expanding balloon that finally bursts under step by step squeeze, spreading millions of filthy spiritual energy into the material world.

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The sky is torn.

It was as if a second astral creation had been opened in the material world of Transia.

The scene of destruction that followed was very similar to the destructive explosion when a large number of aerial bombs crashed into the ground. The same wild shock wave was accompanied by the shaking of the earth and the weird roar that ripped apart the eardrums.

The light that rose up afterward showed an ominous purple-black color. Of course, this scene was also inseparable from the brutality and madness of several dimensional meteorites falling from the sky and smashing into the earth with purple wildfire. It was the fatal accompaniment when the foreign disaster appeared before our eyes.

The energy release of the astral tearing that occurred in the Jackal camp was not even one-tenth of that when Cadman City was engulfed. Therefore, the torn astral rift lasted for a long time under the double squeeze of the material world and the astral world.

It only took less than fifteen seconds for it to slowly heal.

From this point of view, Tris is worthy of being the master of psychic energy, and she has accurately estimated the size and power of this big explosion before casting the spell.

But the problem is that, first of all, the Gnoll Camp is far less huge than Cadman City.

Secondly, Murphy and the 140 young players are not as far away as they were the last time they watched the star world tear apart.

Their teleportation point is just outside the central area of ​​the Jackal camp, less than 1,500 meters away from the core of the psychic collision that tears apart the astral world.

This is the "extreme safe zone" calculated by Tris.

Here they will not be harmed by the dimensional meteorites that come when the astral realm is torn apart, nor will they be pulled into the rift in the astral realm by the first wave of impact and rapid collapse of the astral spiritual energy.

Murphy was well prepared and opened his huge blood wings at the moment when the Star Boundary Tear was successfully released. Like two overlapping shields blocking his body, the first wave of bursting psychic shock and energy release were blocked.

It affected him, and even his hair style was not messed up.

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

With their eyes widened, they witnessed the entire process of astral tearing from brewing to erupting at such an extreme distance.

When they saw with their own eyes the billowing purple psychic smoke sweeping over like an exploding storm dotted with tiny lightning bolts, they all screamed, raised their shields or simply covered their eyes.

"Fuck!"

"Ah, my dog ​​is going blind."

"Why am I being put into three negative states all at once!"

Amidst the strange screams and wails, the astral manticore next to Youqiong roared forward and spread its bat-like black wings. It enjoyed the wild and filthy wind from its hometown very much, and in its huge body

In the chaotic dance of cloud manes, this giant beast from the star realm raised its head and roared.

It was so happy that even the black scorpion barb on its tail swayed.

Ah, it’s up!

This is the smell of my hometown. I really want to bathe in this comfortable filthy wind, chew off a few fresh hearts, and use a few jackal heads to drink.

"Ooooooooooo"

Accompanying the excitement of the astral manticore is the low and distant howl of the wolf.

Under the impact of the astral spiritual energy, Murphy's giant wolf George lowered his body and rushed out of the active astral whirlpool. This area with active astral spiritual energy in front of him is the best home ground for the astral summoner.

Murphy only needs to spend one-third of his usual spiritual energy to complete the extension summoning technique, and the effect is better than on other occasions. More astral wolves are summoned by extension, and the flickering of those shimmering star points represents

One by one, wolves jumped from the astral world into the material world.

They howled one after another and rushed into the spreading astral shadow ahead. George, as the temporary leader wolf, led his pack of more than 40 members and rushed in ahead of the little players who were staggered by the wind of the astral world.

In a chaotic area almost completely shrouded in the shadow of filth.

Life in the material world will be weakened in it, but these astral creatures can walk as freely as they hunt in their hometown.

The core camp directly affected by the torn astral world is like a triple complex environment of storm, wildfire 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 seconds of astral tearing had swept away at least 3000-4000 elite jackals. The array they arranged here was too dense.

This is equivalent to killing at least a quarter of the elites that Ken Porter arranged in the camp at once. I hope those jackal cubs' 'journey' in the star realm can be more pleasant.

But they are definitely lucky.

Even death is instantaneous without much pain, and their compatriots who remain in the tear zone of the material world may not be so lucky.

Murphy flapped his wings to let himself rise into the air. He held Necessary Evil and glanced back. The jackals in the outer areas behind him were about to rush over and kill these uninvited guests.

But the sudden burst of astral tearing severely hit the hearts of these barbarians, making them stand there one by one as if they had experienced a cruel divine punishment. The mist of the astral realm that followed had dispersed.

This shadow that is difficult to dispel and the despair derivatives that constantly pour out from it will make them even more helpless.

They no longer need to be worried about.

After all, no gnoll would dare to brave the ominous purple flames that were still burning on the ruins on the ground to rush towards the vampire raiding army that came with the "God's Punishment".

"Come with me! Kill every jackal you see!"

Murphy's voice is clearly transmitted to the ears of every young player through the computing orb.

In this complex psychic environment, things like calculation orbs should be disturbed, but the "player system", which is a simple replica of the administrator system, is very subtle and still maintains a fairly reliable operation in this environment.

Murphy didn't think this was the ability of the calculation orb itself. It was definitely his administrator system that "added some ingredients" to it. But with his order, the second team copy "Decisive Battle" in the real alien game

"Under Armor Hills" officially kicked off.

The vampire lord, who was under pressure, took the lead and rushed into the camp shrouded in astral spiritual energy, just as he rushed into the ruins of the city against the storm when Cadman City was destroyed.

His heart was as cold as iron, and he was ready to go on a killing spree.

His eyes were flashing with blood, and his sharp canine teeth were baring out, even the blood thirst that vampires depended on for survival was ready to be activated at any time.

He knew that what he was going to face was an army of elite gnolls from the entire Transia region gathered by Ken Porter. Although these bastards were not as troublesome as Wolfsbane vampires, they could not be dismissed casually.

opponent.

There was bound to be a tough battle today, and although Murphy resisted indulging in blood-draining, the situation was such that he could no longer show mercy.

Maybe today he will become a truly bloodthirsty dark being, or maybe today he will taste the beauty of blood and let himself slide into the abyss of midnight along the path of countless vampires' depravity.

This is the breaking of taboos.

That means that unknown risks will quietly emerge, and this alone puts a lot of pressure on Murphy. After all, as the governor of Transia who has not yet secured his position, he already has enough things to worry about now.

It would be too bad if something goes wrong with your body again.

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 spiritual energy washout caused by the tearing of the astral world on the jackals.

"Ah, it hurts. Kill me!"

The gnoll barbarian whose soul was ignited by the filthy spiritual energy lay miserably on the ground, with purple flames burning above its eyes like a greedy ghost.

It is the filthy spiritual power destroying its spirit.

Although he did not suffer any substantial damage, he crawled out of the tent flattened by the psychic storm like a dying man. When he saw Murphy flapping his wings and falling, the green life that should have been the enemy's life appeared.

But his eyes reflected a touch of relief.

It stretched out its claws.

Tremblingly, he stretched out his hand to Murphy and howled:

"Please! Kill me!"

Murphy ignored the enemy's pleas for mercy. He amplified his vampire senses and felt his surroundings again.

There were very few survivors among the crushed tents within 30 meters of where he stood. Purple psychic flames were burning in strange ways in the shadows, and there were strange and uninjured bodies all over the place.

Dry bones.

Even these gnoll barbarians who were lucky to survive suffered from both physical and mental torture, because the foul spiritual energy was tearing apart their already chaotic and savage spirits.

Guys who have spent the first half of their lives as bandits cannot have a firm will. How can such a completely defenseless soul maintain its rational existence when faced with the erosion of filthy power?

Let alone strengthen your mind to fight back?

Murphy ignored the large-scale "spiritual storm" that would accompany the flushing of spiritual energy from the astral world. At this moment, he looked at the wolf man soldiers wailing for death at his feet, and he suddenly thought of the huge number of Cards who died in the sewers.

Manchester City residents.

Just like the jackal barbarians in front of them, they had no wounds on their bodies, but they were still dead, as if their souls had been taken away by invisible ghosts.

But in fact, it's not.

This is an extremely large-scale Sc check that comes with the moment when the astral rift opens, when a huge amount of filthy spiritual energy pours down. The effective range is all the areas directly affected by the entire grand spell, and the miserable end if Sc fails is right in front of you.

The fragile will will be directly torn apart by the wild astral spiritual energy.

Even if they survive the first wave, there will be a steady stream of subsequent mental shocks, which will wear away their sanity and make them fall into irresistible madness. Although they will not die, the pain on the mental level is more unbearable than the tearing of the physical body.

Compared with this kind of invisible but cruel killing, the energy explosion and shock wave when the grand spell broke out, as well as the direct impact of the dimensional meteorite pulled down from the star realm, were nothing.

The vampire lord's expression became strange.

He realized that although he had personally experienced the disaster in Cadman City, he, an "uneducated" summoner, did not seem to have a thorough understanding of the art of astral tearing. It is no wonder that Tris and Femis were
To be continued...