Capture the BOSS template at the beginning.

Expansion war, battlefield.

"Legion commander, retreat. This thing is a bit difficult to fight. Let's wait for Barrett's support."

"Retreat? Retreat, I'll kill him!" The green scales on Metvey's body flashed with the light of life, and the injuries on the surrounding Apocalypse soldiers were healing rapidly.

Apocalypse's legion commander is the descendant of the green dragon, and in this world, the green dragon is not some sinister poison hiding in the gutter.

Green dragons represent life and nature. They are generally gentle and kind-hearted dragons. They like to live in the forest and be with elemental elves and druids.

"roar~"

A crackling roar erupted in the battlefield, and the shadow of a huge green dragon loomed. Metvey rushed forward and attacked a gold-level ancient god warrior crazily.

However, Metvey is only in the lower golden position, while the opponent is in the golden middle position.

Even with the blessing of the dragon's power, he still had an absolute disadvantage.

Fortunately, his full burst prevented the opponent from worrying about other teammates.

When on a mountain peak, a young man with an indifferent face raised the already cooled Barrett in his hand.

boom!

The battle is over.

The giant dragon's shadow collapsed.

Matvey panted and looked at the mountain, giving a thumbs up.

Turning around and looking at the battlefield of players, his blood surged, and he waved his hand: "Come on, I can't let the Whispering Army steal the limelight. I want to take the lead, so fuck me!"

"Yes!"

A group of high-ranking young people around him also responded passionately.

Just as the group was about to charge, a messenger quickly approached.

"The Lord of White Plague City has given an order, the commander of the Apocalypse Army, to return immediately with his team."

Metvey:

"Fake! We are fighting, retreat now? Then what are we? Deserters?" Matvey suddenly became unhappy and roared loudly.

"The commander of the Apocalypse Army only needs to execute the order."

There was a trace of struggle in Mattvey's eyes. After about thirty seconds of hesitation, he snorted and gritted his teeth and shouted: "Retreat, go back to the city!"

The surrounding Apocalypse soldiers looked at each other in confusion. Although they complained, they still followed Metvey towards the teleportation array.

There was a sudden roar of explosions behind him, and the intercontinental missile vehicle roared and directly bombarded the enemy's base camp.

The players shouted something excitedly, and as the horn from ancient times roared again in the hands of an alchemist, the blessing of Junlin suddenly gave the players an absolute advantage.

The entire player group burst out with strong fighting spirit and started killing monsters crazily.

Matvey glanced back, feeling the blessing of Jun Lin, he snorted in displeasure again, and entered the teleportation tower with more than 300 soldiers.

[You have created x3 mythical armors, with experience points +1500000, attribute points +7, skill points +13, and additional experience points +1500000. 】

Bai Bian let out a long sigh of relief.

Two months, two full months, with full proficiency and a special skill point in the mythical armor, only five were made.

This kind of epic thing is really not that easy to do.

Epic level is the ultimate equipment that mortals can create. There are only three types of equipment on the top level: forbidden equipment, root equipment, and artifacts.

There are also many types of forbidden equipment. The first-level forbidden equipment is not as good as the epic level, and the tenth-level forbidden equipment is comparable to artifacts.

The root level is the product of rules. Generally, it is only bred by the world itself, and there are very few artificial ones. And perhaps only gods have ever created root level equipment.

The main reason why White Plague can produce this kind of epic equipment is because it was something from the past few eras. At that time, it was supposed to be pure mechanics, not alchemists.

Therefore, the restrictions are slightly smaller than those of alchemy, and with the improvement of white plague, the current results have been achieved.

However, there are indeed a lot of experience points. One piece has 500,000 experience points, which is more than the experience points for killing legends.

This may be the most normal upgrade route for alchemists.

Zero: [The commander of the Metwe Army and his men have arrived at the gate of the city lord's mansion, but they seem to be a little resentful. 】

"It's okay, let them in."

Bai Bian brought the three golden belt-shaped things into the demon dimension, and there was some subtle scarlet color in his eyes.

The Sinister Intruder sees all malice and is extremely sensitive to malice directed at him.

What he needs are warriors who worship him, and the mythical armor can amplify this worship, turning them into existences similar to believers.

In this world, betrayal may happen at any time, but betrayal of one's own beliefs is rare.

Bai Bian walked out of the laboratory, his eyes brightening slightly. Diane came back, but did not disturb his busy work. He just said something to Luo Ning with love and warmth.

Their eyes lit up when they saw him, but after seeing the bloody soldiers, they did not get up and continued chatting leisurely in the pavilion in the middle of the lake, only occasionally turning their eyes here.

Bai Bian turned around and looked at more than 300 people arranged neatly. The blood and evil energy on their bodies made Bai Bian very satisfied. Soldiers covered in blood are good soldiers.

That means they are all very brave on the battlefield.

Bai Bian's eyes moved around. These people were more or less malicious towards him. This was normal. People's minds were always complicated.

After experiencing something aggrieved, one of the countless thoughts that people have must be: How to kill this bastard!

Bai Bian looked at Metvey with a smile: "Are you angry?"

Matvey's eyes were a little unhappy, but he still lowered his head and said respectfully: "I don't dare."

"That's it." Bai Bian said with emotion: "This is normal. I still remember the first time we met, when Mo Sen left, you were the most dissatisfied."

A trace of nostalgia flashed in Metvey's eyes. At that time, it was clear that this person was of a lower level than them, but they all fell down without even touching the corners of White Plague's clothes.

"Okay, without further ado, I recently created a piece of equipment in a legacy called: Mythical Armor, which can almost 100% allow living beings to enter the legendary realm, but..."

"Sigh~"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of gasping air echoed through the backyard of the City Lord's Mansion.

Almost instantly, the eyes of these people were filled with fanaticism, including Metvey, a dragonborn who was not like a green dragon, and the slightest bit of malice in them all disappeared.

Only a few team members still have some ill will that cannot be erased.

Bai Bian looked over and found the information of these people in an instant.

Some are silent, those whose family members were killed during the political reform.

More than 20 million extraordinary beings died in one reform. Originally there were not that many, but people's hearts are always uncontrollable.

As long as there is an order, high-level officials will turn a blind eye if they care about human life or reap some benefits.

And the families of these young men died because of this indulgence.

Although White Plague would not be disgusted by the malice in this era, it was destined that these people would never have a chance with the mythical armor.

Matvey was a little out of breath, and asked with a slightly hurried breath: "But what? Master Bai Bing, don't show off, I'm worried to death, just say what you want!"