Lord of Plenty

"It's the BOSS leader, stop it quickly!"

In an instant, countless attacks were directed at the flesh and blood python, including magic, fighting spirit arrows, spirit lasers, and decomposition rays.

But these attacks, which had reached the third level of standard power, could only deal single-digit damage when they hit the exposed flesh and blood that was not even protected by scales.

"What kind of monster is this, with such abnormal defense?"

The players stationed on the walls of this sanctuary were all shocked.

In fact, He Feilian, the leader of the Holy Corpse Clan, is not a thick-skinned warrior like Ignashetuo, and is not suitable for such a sharp attack knife at all.

A normal fourth-level being's defense would not be this high.

"He actually burned the Holy King's true blood given by the Holy King to temporarily elevate himself to the level of the false Holy King.

Really decisive. "

Master Orina, who was supervising the battle at the rear of the zombie wave, sneered when he saw this.

"I want to see how many drops of the Holy King's true blood you still have to waste!"

Faced with numerous attacks, the flesh-and-blood python transformed by He Feilian crashed headlong into the spiritual defense barrier of Shelter Zero.

There was just a click, and a huge gap was knocked out of the eggshell-like translucent energy defense shield in an instant.

Following closely the steps of the Holy Corpse Clan leader, countless Corpse Clan monsters poured into the shelter like a tide along the gap.

However, those who know the Holy Corpse Clan can tell that most of the high-level Corpse Clan who followed He Feilian and rushed into the shelter despite fierce counterattacks were half-human and half-snake.

The rest are all cannon fodder from the low-level Holy Corpse Clan.

He Feilian, who stuck half of the zombie clan's true body in the spirit son defense barrier to prevent the defensive shield from closing, saw that she could not wait for support, and suddenly roared:

"Orina, what are you doing?

Even if I die, the Holy King will never let you go! "

Orina turned a deaf ear and had no idea of ​​sending troops to support.

The grudge between her and this snake dates back to the time of the previous Holy King.

After the new Holy King came to power, he always wanted to kill her because he was a direct subordinate of the Holy King. He wanted to replace her position in the Holy Mountain and become the head of the family.

Instead of waiting for the other party to find an opportunity to take action, it is better to kill the other party first and save yourself.

Anyway, the Holy King still needs her to monitor the Little Holy King, and her status and importance are no longer what they used to be.

Even if Orina died here, as long as she could successfully capture the Eighth Holy Mountain, the Holy King would never punish her for this.

Everything went as she planned.

He succeeded in taking away the little holy king with Kshatriya, but Ignashetu was a brainless man who didn't understand what it meant to adapt to changes.

So here, now she has the final say!

After burning up every drop of the Holy King's true blood, He Feilian gradually lost her patience and wanted to give up.

"Then the BOSS wants to run away, pull him over here!"

"I'll come, I'll come."

"Look at me."

Although the players couldn't figure out why the zombie army outside didn't pursue the victory, how could they give up when they had the chance to beat up the drowned dog.

And this is the world BOSS.

It is also one of the main side tasks of the Defense War mission. In addition to the BOSS killing experience and materials, there are also a large number of additional rewards.

If you can find a way to kill one, it will be a huge profit.

He Feilian wanted to retreat, but Olina, who was watching her closely from behind, could not do as she wished.

Orinai, who had not sent out a support team earlier or later, commanded the Holy Corpse Clan troops to provide support at this moment. They were all still huge Holy Corpse Clan troops.

Just like this, one after another, the players, the Holy Corpse Clan, attacked from both sides and forced the poor flesh and blood python into the Zero Shelter.

For a time, the attacks came down like raindrops.

Unable to bear it anymore, He Feilian had no choice but to burn a second drop of the Holy King's true blood, which was also the last drop in her hand.

He Feilian secretly regretted that if she had known today, she would not have absorbed all the true blood given by the Holy King in order to quickly increase her strength.

Knowing that it would be difficult for her to wait for rescue, He Feilian did not attack at all, wasting her strength. Instead, she coiled up her huge body and defended with all her strength.

He also called his men to defend his side and hinder the attack of those damn bugs.

Isn't it just to see who can outlast whom?

She can die, but this mission failed, and you, Orina, are also the first to blame. Let’s see if the Holy King will forgive your sin!

As long as she waits, until Orina can't hold it in any longer, she will survive!

He Feilian's calculation was good. As long as she could hold on, as long as Orina didn't want the mission to fail, she would take action sooner or later.

But she missed the player's true strength.

To be precise, it is the strength of those big guilds.

Just when Forerunner and Xia Tu were still hesitating whether to reveal their cards.

On the other side, professional team guilds such as My Emperor, Ji Dao, Gui Ye, etc. suddenly appeared with more than a dozen D-level spirit son battle armors from each of them.

Without saying a word, he flew in the direction of the giant python BOSS, obviously to grab the BOSS.

The internal language channel of the Forerunner Guild came out with Madam Xu’s curses.

"Ah, these old yin Bs, don't they all say that they have gone all out to protect the sanctuary, even giving up their entire family fortune?

Where did these armors come from? Are they made now? "

"I was just wondering where the inventory of hundreds of Spirit Son War Armors in the system mall went. Now I understand, haha."

“These big dog owners still have money.

This is because the Third Pure Land cannot be defended and the Spirit Armor is about to become a masterpiece. Buy them all quickly and wait for the appreciation. "

"Forget it, the BOSS is given to them.

Now our most important task is to defend the Third Pure Land. "

"Those idiots don't understand what they are doing. The Third Pure Land must not be lost, otherwise you and I will be sinners!

Everyone, listen to me, even if you die and your level is reset to zero, you must defend the base for me. "

"No way, big man, why are you making a big deal about this? It's just a game. "

"Listen to the big players!

Otherwise, the advantages and resources in the hands of us pioneers, are we really going to give them up to those people?

Who of you is willing? Anyway, I am the first one who is not willing. "

"I am not willing either. "

"Then fuck him! "

Under the bombardment of thousands of players and more than fifty spirit armors, the power of the Holy King's true blood was quickly consumed, and many wounds gradually appeared on his body.

He Feilian, whose tribe had been mostly killed or injured, cried out in pain, and hated Aolian, who had planned all this.

If she could get out of here, she would definitely initiate the Holy Mountain Death Battle under the witness of the Holy Mountain and the Holy King, and kill that bastard with her own hands!

"Are you about to give up?"

Aolian's mouth curled up into a triumphant smile of victory.

He Feilian, He Feilian, your death is valuable.

Look, didn't this trick the bugs out of their back-up plan?

Don't worry, after you die, I will definitely ask for credit for you in front of the Holy King, and carve your name on the top of the Holy Mountain with my own hands, and remember it forever.

"Ah, ah, you can't hold on anymore? "

A little minotaur following Ignashetu suddenly laughed out loud, and a round red eye opened on his forehead.

"I remember that my sister gave a lot of real blood to this little snake.

Before the army set out, I found a reason to give her a few drops of real blood. Did she swallow it all?

You are so greedy, you deserve it.

Well, let's call her Greedy Snake from now on, Greedy Little Snake, what do you think of this name? Big Stupid Bull?"

"Little, Little Saint King."

Ignashetu was startled, and both mouths couldn't speak clearly.

"Didn't you go to the Seventh Holy Mountain? Why are you here?"

"I had a fight with the bug on the Seventh Holy Mountain, and it was a draw, and I was rushing here.

I left this 'eye' controlled by me here to prevent these two guys from messing around, and they really dared to mess around with me.

As for why so many people didn't let go, but put it next to you, of course it's not to see if you will secretly say bad things about me behind my back. "

"Ha, ha, Lord Saint King, you are really a joker.

I'm Lao Niu, no, how dare I, Ignashetuo, whisper about you behind your back? "

Ignashetuo felt guilty, and sweat was pouring down his back.

The low-level corpse controlled by the evil eye said with a disdainful expression of "you are lucky this time":

"Hehe, it's better to be like this."

"It's your turn, Ignashetuo, don't let He Feilian be really killed by those bugs.

Since I brought you out, I won't let you die so unclearly. "

Except for that traitor butterfly spirit!

Ignashetuo heard the words, and said with emotion:

"I will follow your orders.

It is also an honor for us to follow behind you. "

"Okay, you passed this time. "

Just when Ignashetu was confused, he saw that in addition to the tribesman in front of him, another tribesman suddenly closed his eyes and fell down.

There is still an 'eye'?

Ignashetu couldn't help but feel dizzy.

Still, is there still?

There is a high probability, right?

No, based on his understanding of that adult, it is definitely not a probability, but definitely, definitely, there is still.

Ignashetu decided that even if he was sleeping in the future, he would block his mouths before sleeping.

I must not let a fatal word escape from his mouth!

Suddenly, I felt that there was no hope in my life.

Ignashetu, who accepted his fate, rushed out with his tribesmen, especially fiercely.

It seemed that he regarded those players and buildings that stood in front of him as some inhuman substitutes of the Holy King, venting his anger.

"Ignashetu, you dare not obey orders and attack without authorization? "

Seeing that the situation was about to be decided and He Feilian was about to give up, Orena was furious.

It was really infuriating to have a Cheng Yaojin show up halfway.

Ignashetuo shouted:

"According to the order of the Little Saint King, attack the Eighth Holy Mountain with all your strength and rescue He Feilian.

Orena, the Little Saint King has seen what you did and is rushing here.

If you don't want to die, make up for your sins and conquer the Eighth Holy Mountain before the Little Saint King arrives, otherwise no one can save you.

I, Old Cow, bah, Ignashetuo, have said all, it's up to you whether you listen or not. "

"Damn it!"

Feeling that the situation was beyond his control, Orena almost gritted his teeth, but he couldn't change anything.

He could only give orders helplessly.

"All troops, general attack!"