Chapter 254 Faking Death and Escape

After such a tragic and arduous battle, the entire Shelter Zero was reduced to only some scattered buildings in the core area.

But most of the players had the joy of a farmer's harvest on their faces.

The harder the task, the richer the reward after completing the task.

Although most players died more than once in the final battle, some stubborn players even died more than ten times in a row.

But a large number of siege monsters were eliminated, and the excess rewards given by completing such a large task, plus the fact that there was no death penalty for the first three deaths of players every day during the event.

Even the most reckless players would not lose their own levels.

Even the main force members of large player guilds such as Pioneers and Summer Rabbits, who were already above level 60, had risen seven or eight levels in one go.

The harvest of half a day was equivalent to a month of hard leveling.

And the large number of monster deaths also brought a large amount of monster materials that could be stripped, and it could even be said that they were everywhere.

It was a real harvest time.

The management of major guilds was also urgently summoning people to select and collect these monster materials.

After all, if you don't peel them for a while, the dead monster bodies will be "refreshed" by the system.

Time is tight, grab it and you'll win.

Naturally, everyone is scrambling and busy.

From time to time, there are players who are lucky enough to pick up or peel the best monster materials, shouting proudly or sharing them in the world channel.

Instantly, a large group of players praise them as "lucky guys" and envy them nakedly.

Even the small groups among the management of the major guilds are not immune to this.

"Boss Mo, you've got off to a good start. I remember that the first world boss was taken down by the Emperor Team, right?"

"Tsk tsk, the experience value reward is fine, but the twenty or so spirit armors, especially the C-level spirit armors, are good things that are hard to find even with abundance points."

"That's just the beginning. There's also a military factory that can produce standard equipment continuously.

Those low-level monster materials have a good place to go, instead of being sold cheaply to the system mall.

You said we agreed to withdraw from the spirit world together, but Boss Mo got a lot of money. It's really enviable."

Mo Renxin, who suddenly became the target of public criticism because of the uneven distribution of spoils:...

"I heard that the second world boss was snatched away by the Forerunner Guild's Little White Stripe.

And the kill of the other leader boss was easily taken by the people of the Summer Rabbit Guild."

"Heh, Boss Mo is well-informed.

Could he have planted spies in our guild?"

Mo Renxin said coldly in the group In the message, he asked back:

"Didn't you do that?

We are all thousand-year-old foxes, so don't play those tricks."

"That's not right. Didn't the monster explode at the end? How could the Xiatu Guild kill it?"

"Doesn't a self-exploding monster count as dead?

The mission doesn't care how you kill the BOSS. Anyway, as long as the BOSS is dead and happens to be attacked by the player, the reward will naturally be settled to the player.

Besides, although the output of the Xiatu Guild is low, NPCs do not account for the player's mission output.

The result is that the Xiatu people picked up a BOSS for nothing."

"Who would have thought that the BOSS that was obviously the most difficult to deal with would suddenly explode?

The people of Xiatu are born with a bit of luck.

I can't help but accept it."

"But the mission has ended, why hasn't the reward been settled yet?"

Not only the leaders of several major professional team guilds are wondering, all players, including fans and viewers outside the game, are also very puzzled.

And some players have guessed something.

Especially the players of the Pioneer Guild and the Summer Rabbit Guild were the most nervous.

Empress Xu said in a heavy tone:

"Did we guess wrong? It's not that the number of the Holy Corpse Clan was reduced to a certain number during the attack.

But after repelling the siege monsters, the more Holy Corpse Clan we killed, the greater the chance of the Corpse King appearing?

But this is unreasonable?"

Xia Xingtu agreed:

"It is indeed unreasonable.

Unless the system thinks that a Corpse King BOSS alone can wipe out all the players."

"There must be some important information that we have overlooked. Think about it carefully."

"Don't be afraid of a hammer!"

Because he snatched the last blow of the BOSS from a group of powerful enemies, Lang Bai, who was already very excited, jumped up and down.

"When that Saint King or Corpse King comes, I will definitely give it a shot to let it know how powerful the players are.

Little BOSS, dare you be so arrogant in front of me, Lang Ye?"

"How long has it been since Lang Mou became Lang Ye?

Be honest and don't make trouble."

'Ding~ Announcement of this server:

The mission information is being updated...

The second Saint King of the First Holy Mountain, the Evil Eye, appeared on the battlefield, and the target location has been marked on the map.

Note: The Merciful Saint of Truth and Illusion does not seem to come with malicious intent to continue this war. He just wants to retrieve the bones of his own people.

It is recommended not to take extreme actions, otherwise all consequences will be at your own risk. '

All the players who saw this system prompt were confused.

What the hell is "at your own risk"?

And how come they also tasted a rare sense of guilt from this system's mission prompt.

Illusion?

"This is the territory of the My Royal Guild, no one is allowed to enter!"

The members of the Wuhuang Guild, who were busy collecting materials from the BOSS corpse, immediately issued a warning when they saw someone approaching here.

"Wang, Brother Wang, this doesn't seem to be a human!"

A variety of equipment, a fine iron helmet, a Warcraft leather top, and air boots full of spiritual technology.

Obviously, Wang Ge, who was distressed about his main equipment, put together a set of equipment with decent attributes and said in a low voice with a fierce face:

"Of course I know he is not a human player. He looks like this, so he can only be a Saint Corpse player.

What are you shaking about?

Is he scary, or do you know him?"

"Corpse King, Brother Wang, Corpse King, it's the Corpse King!"

"What Lion King, Elvis, I don't know.

Is he as famous as the professional players in our family?"

Brother Wang looked up and down at the young Saint Corpse player in front of him, and suddenly frowned.

"Your appearance, hiss, really gives me a very familiar feeling.

Ah, I remember, you are the Chosen Lord of the First Pure Land.

Good, good, brother, you are awesome, you can actually pinch the face according to the appearance of the NPC, and you have these big eyes, haha, you are really creative.

Our Wuhuang Guild is in need of a few creative players like you."

When he found that the location of the corpse king marked by the system was just near the collection point circled by his guild, Mo Renxin felt that something was wrong.

He hurriedly called his main team to rush back.

As soon as he arrived, he saw the guild's logistics director was arm in arm with the BOSS, looking like a close brother.

And the Wuhuang Guild members next to him were all petrified.

In the literal sense of petrified.

Motionless, as if fixed in place, and even did not respond to the message sent through the guild channel.

But Lao Wang didn't notice any problem at all, and was still trying to promote how good the welfare benefits of the Wuhuang Guild were.

"I'm telling you, brother, now in the entire Third Pure Land, besides Pioneers and Summer Rabbit, our Wuhuang Guild is the best.

The Pioneers are just a bunch of dirt-legged people. Now they look pretty good.

But anyone with a discerning eye can see that the longer this game runs, the worse they will be. Sooner or later, they will be at the bottom of the stream and have no competitiveness at all.

Summer Rabbit, a famous amateur team in China, I don't even want to comment on it.

You can look it up online, there are a lot of negative information.

There are also rumors that Yuegong Rabbit from the Summer Rabbit Guild and our Wuhuang boss are having an affair.

Do you think this is possible? Our big boss is such a clean person.

Really, brother, come to our Wuhuang, the salary is high, the benefits are good, and the boss is generous.

Speak of the devil, here comes our boss,

Boss~"

Old Wang excitedly waved his arms in the direction of Mo Renxin, looking like he couldn't wait to introduce his newly discovered talent to his boss.

Mo Renxin's relatively fair face has completely turned black.

Who are you? Do I know you? Don't call me boss!

It's okay that my subordinates are stupid.

But what Mo Renxin can't stand the most is the undisguised mocking eyes of other teams and guilds who came to help.

It's as if they are saying, Boss Mo is awesome, you even pulled people to the head of the world boss.

If this works, I'll twist my head off and let you kick it like a ball, okay?

Too abstract!

Then, Xia Tu and the pioneers also arrived, but no one dared to take the lead in attacking the evil eye.

In fact, many teams and guilds are eager to try.

Although the system has repeatedly reminded that it is a very unwise choice to provoke the demigod-level boss now.

But since there are players who have killed the clone of the god with just two people, then they, the professional players, are also confident that they can do it.

No matter how strong the BOSS in front of them is, it should not be as strong as the clone of the god, right?

But the fear is that this BOSS will not fall into their hands in the end.

After spending so much effort, I ended up helping others. This was very unpleasant.

With many concerns, the situation became stalemate.

Xieyan didn't care about these twists and turns, and he was not afraid of these players.

Xieyan patted the back of Wang Ge, who suddenly realized something and froze in place.

"What are you afraid of? I won't eat you."

Then he turned his head to look at He Feilian's huge blood python corpse, and said lightly:

"Don't hide, come out."

As Xieyan's voice fell, the blood python's beautiful snake head, which was bloody and mangled because of too many attacks, suddenly exploded.

A small snake as thin as a chopstick scurried in front of Xieyan as fast as lightning, prostrated itself, and trembled as it said:

"I didn't complete the mission of the Holy Mountain, so I deserve to die."

"I saw it all. The defeat of the army and the death of Ignashetu have nothing to do with you.

It was the head of the family, Aolian, who messed up everything and almost killed you, causing you to suffer heavy injuries.

I will help you explain a little about Sister Xieyue."

"Thank you, Lord Saint, for justice."

"But I'm curious, how did you survive? Your Saint Clan talent doesn't seem to be molting and pretending to die, right?"

"I can survive until now, thanks to the three drops of true blood that you, the Saint King, gave me.

These three drops of the Saint King's true blood awakened my second bloodline talent, so I was lucky enough to escape and didn't die at the hands of that bitch Aolian."

Xieyan was also a little confused when he heard this.

Even if it was the true blood he bestowed, the awakening should be an illusion or spiritual talent.

Could it be the true nirvana?

But the power of the true nirvana can actually be transmitted by the true blood of the Holy King?

This is worth studying.