Quadruple split

Let's go back in time a little bit

Early morning of the same day, game time AM05:10

Southeast Continent, Violet Empire, Marshall Territory Western Territory

"Every day is the same~"

Accompanied by a burst of loud singing with a slightly mechanical quality, two low-level blade tigers, whose strength was slightly higher than that of ordinary beasts, rose into the air and slammed back to the ground two seconds later.

"Occasionally, sudden thoughts~"

The big hand flowing with blue light suddenly raised, firmly grasped a long sword that came through the air, and pulled its owner, who was covered in black robes, to the front of him.

"As long as we have Cordova~"

The huge bladed staff was swung out casually, blasting two mid-level magic shots falling from the sky.

"Fantasy~can be~extended indefinitely~"

The tall rune creature looked up to the sky and roared, and then used a gorgeous over-the-shoulder throw to instantly kill the black-robed man in front of him who had his weapon clamped.

"Share with me when you are unlucky~"

The Punisher's Staff was raised high above his head, and then spun quickly under the control of its owner. It looked as if it had turned into some kind of heavy firepower version of a bamboo dragonfly.

"When you are sad, stay by your side~"

Although he turned the staff vigorously, there was still no sign of taking off. The macho man stumbled forward with small steps.

"Kiss~his~magic staff~"

The two nearly collapsed men in black robes were desperately firing low-level magic, roaring, "Don't come here, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, don't come here,"" but they still couldn't slow down the jumping strong man in front of them.

"You can forget your worries~"

Cordoba rushed in front of the two of them like a steamroller, crushing those painless magics, grinning with an eight-toothed smile, and then sang in a concluding tone: "Bazaha!"

"Your power is worthless!"

"Your attack is pointless!"

The two of them shouted in unison, almost in despair, and started 'Whispering' at Cordoba at the loudest volume in their lives, and then...

Boom! ! Boom! !

Two exploding pools of blood were branded on the ground, and this was how they spent their entire lives.

Of course, in the eyes of Cordoba who turned on the 'Minor Sensory Protection System', the two people just suddenly turned into the style of the domestic early childhood education film many years ago, and then further turned into two mosaics. That's all, the scene can be said to be very harmonious.

Two minutes later, Cordoba, who was both happy and happy, put the Punisher's Staff on his shoulders, opened the message board and reconfirmed his position with Futaba, and then continued on his journey...

That's right, he had added Futaba as a friend on the first day he set off from the City of Light. After briefly explaining his intention to help eliminate demons and defend the road, he received praise, concern, condolences, and more from the latter. I was grateful and had detailed information about the 'Marshall Family Slave Trading Incident', and then started to rush on my way non-stop.

It has to be said that Futaba's eloquence is many times better than that of Mo Tan in an 'absolutely neutral' state. Under her 'explanation' of seven points true, two points false and one point improvised, Cordoba told Buffy The anger of Marshall and his family seems to have exploded. Coupled with the "old hatred" that indirectly killed him before, this big brother who is too powerful to be a player now just wants to blow up Marshall's family and kill the unscrupulous man. The beasts were cooked.

And this is exactly what Futaba is happy to see.

In fact, after hacking into the online gathering of Mo Tan and others, Futaba has been thinking about Cordoba, planning to turn this strong man who is firmly ranked second in the player's combat power rankings into a powerful one when necessary. The temporary tool was for her own use, but before she could free her hands to get close to him, that guy from 'Hei Fan' actually delivered this thing directly to her door. How considerate!

So, after getting the news, the girl immediately approved Cordoba's friend request, and then started a series of communications with Motan (Absolute Neutral/Chaotic Neutral) using a new ship character that she had never seen before.

And in front of Futaba's disguise that could handle most people, Cordoba limped as expected.

In his impression, Futaba has become a 'gentle, kind, polite, loving, quality, thoughtful, straightforward, generous, simple, good girl who occasionally likes to play pranks' , although he is not his favorite type, but he can give him the feeling of a 'smart and talented girl next door', and he is definitely a netizen worth making friends with.

However, deep in his heart, there was also a vague thought that "it is best not to have too much interaction with this girl", so he regarded the Violet Empire as his last stop and secretly decided to finish this battle. Just go back to Tianzhu Mountain.

All in all, after spending a lot of runic energy and rushing at full speed, Cordoba finally felt the Marshall Territory in the early morning of the decisive battle, and also encountered a minor accident...

To put it simply, not long after he entered the western border of the Marshall Territory, he saw a bunch of strange-looking men in black robes gathered on the roadside muttering something, and at the feet of these people, there were more than a dozen civilian-looking people. Cordoba, who was quite nosy, strode over to take a look at the corpse.

As a result, the other party actually took action the moment he saw him. His quick reaction and deft movements showed that he had rich experience in killing people.

Therefore, it is obvious who created those dozen corpses.

Corvo didn't talk nonsense, he threw off his arms and started to fight with the girls.

It didn't matter if he didn't pinch them, but after pinching them, he realized that the people in front of him turned out to be the kind of cultists he had seen in the holy mountain Sumir.

And then……

As soon as the previous scene appeared, Cordoba killed them all, edited the incident into a message and sent it to Futaba, and continued on his way until he arrived at the game time AM06:59:59 and forced to log out. After spending a normal day, he logged into the game again at PM07:00, real time on the same day, and continued on his way.

…

Game time AM09:54

Thirty miles west of Mithril City, the main battlefield

[How is it possible? Why would such a thing be counted...]

Gavin, who acted as an orc aunt and brought a small number of elite members of the Second Slave Catching Regiment and high-level members of the Whispering Cult, bit her yellow teeth lightly, raised the flintlock gun in her hand, charged the two Redbud Guards in front of her, and pulled the trigger. Barely restraining the opponent's momentum, at the same time, several high-level Whispering Cult members took a step forward at the same time and murmured something in a low voice, causing dozens of Baroka Rock Mountain Knights to fall from their horses and be killed. The large-scale water magic of several mages from the slave-catching group rushed aside.

This is located on the outer edge of the west side of the battlefield, and it is also one of the few locations where there is no large-scale firefight. However, even so, the thundering sounds of fighting, shouts of death, and screams in the distance are still endless. At every moment, countless tyrannical energies and violent elements explode continuously, harvesting fresh lives.

Thirty-five thousand versus fifty thousand, with a total of more than 80,000 people, the war entered a fever pitch almost immediately. The Knights of Buffy's Sword and the Knights of Rock Mountain lost at least four figures in their first confrontation. Under the protection of the Mercury Guards and the main force of the Second Slave Catching Group, the Ice Curtain Mage Group continued to jointly cast spells. Although in most cases they used the Ice Rain and Mountain Dew spells with the shortest preparation time and the lowest level, they still used extremely powerful techniques. The high efficiency is reducing the number of lords' coalition forces.

But in contrast, Fire Claw's Wolf Cavalry and Simon's Night Watch Legion were not idle during this period. In these two long hours, they had shredded the Second Slave Catching Regiment's defense line six times, almost Ninety percent of these elite retired veterans were slaughtered, gnawing away at each other like locusts. Although the Mercury Guards and the Mage Group's counterattacks left nearly a hundred corpses every time, the wolf cavalry and the Wolf Cavalry who had gone crazy were killing The Blood Claw Guards who followed up did not retreat even half a step, and took full damage head-on, suppressing the battle damage of the Night Watch Legion to an extremely low level.

This is not because they are so close to the Simon family. There is only one reason why these people are so desperate, and that is that they have a grudge against the enemy in front of them... a blood feud! !

"Kill them all! Cubs!!"

Nazgrel Blackscar roared loudly. The wolf cavalry commander firmly grasped the reins in his hands and drove the huge black-maned warg under him to stand up. The double-edged battle ax [Selaxi] Er] struck down with a bang, and actually waved a dark blue light wheel nearly five meters wide. In an instant, he killed seven or eight members of the Ice Curtain Mage Group who had no time to withdraw, and then raised the sword in his other hand. , covered in blood, roared angrily: "Let them pay with blood!"

The wolf cavalry quickly caught up with the commander who had already rushed out of touch with the main force. They waved their weapons with horror and used all their strength to kill any enemy who could not run out of their attack range in time. The warg wolves below were rushing left and right, and at the same time, they were constantly using their fangs and claws to help their knights tear apart the enemy.

"eye for eye!!!"

The knights roared at the top of their lungs, partly to express their emotions, and partly because they needed to concentrate by this kind of yelling behavior, otherwise, the brain-filling demon that enveloped the entire battlefield would be destroyed. The sound will get into my ears that I want to be deafened, and disturb my thoughts.

"The big river~ flows east~ The orangutans on the ground are doing somersaults!"

"Uh hey hey, hey hey hey!!"

"Golden cudgel, stick, stick, stick, stick, stick, stick, stick!"

"Chasing your dreams, chasing your dreams, chasing your dreams in showbiz circles, circles, circles!"

"Rubbing, rubbing! Rubbing! It's like a devil's pace! It's like an old monster is coming!"

"Braces girl! How beautiful! My sister has such strong and beautiful legs!!"

I don’t know since when, these strange, terrifying, and sad ‘voices’ that contain some mysterious logic and rhythm if you listen carefully have resounded in every corner of this battlefield. They come from scattered in various war zones. With all kinds of voices, including those with huge base, huge base, tone-deaf, unruly, unruly, ugly, drake, and broken gong, a cool BGM has been created that is unprecedented and unprecedented. It is torturing the body and mind of every listener and destroying the outlook of every hearing person. It is like a cruel rape that only targets the thinking level!

If a sad melody is sung by a singer, it may become some kind of art; if sung by an ordinary person, it may become a joke; if sung by a tone-deaf person, it may become a torture...

So, if there are seven or eight kinds of crazy melodies, two or three thousand people who are inconsistent with the concept of "music" in the eyes of their colleagues, leaders, and subordinates, or even some kind of natural enemies, are divided into teams, groups, and melodies, neatly If it is sung and countless amplification arrays are broadcast, what kind of grand occasion will there be?

In the original words of the creator of this nightmare, Mo Tan, it was ‘an auditory feast that cleansed the body and mind’.

An auditory feast that makes no distinction between friend and foe!

A thrilling auditory feast!

A soul-stirring auditory feast!

An auditory feast... that can greatly reduce the power that the Whispering Cult can exert, and even make it impossible to use their abilities!

"Your armor has no... meaning!"

Boom! !

An uncle who looked like an ordinary farmer staggered forward and flew forward. The iron sword in his hand brought out three sword flowers, which turned into afterimages and struck a thick tower shield one after another.

Then he was slapped to the ground by the Fernan Iron Gate warrior behind him who didn't have a high shield. He looked up and saw the latter curling his lips in disgust, covering his ears with one hand and holding the edge of the shield with the other as he walked over. Two steps, followed by a series of blows all over the head and face: "I'm protecting you...a thing...just hit wherever it's hard, you're mentally ill!"

As a result, this member of the Whispering Cult who failed to perform his power was beaten to death.

Naturally, he did not die of mental illness. Although the spirit of this middle-level swordsman who believed in evil gods was definitely not very normal, the move this person just made was actually quite clever. To put it simply, he planned to use his 'master' The power of the opponent makes the opponent's defense ineffective, so that the subsequent two changes in the sword skill can easily take away the life of the shield soldier.

In theory, this is a good idea.

In fact, the possibility of this idea becoming a reality is quite high.

If...without the BGM that always echoed in every corner of the battlefield and refused to stop for a moment, this cultist might have really succeeded.

Obviously, the seemingly unsolvable power of the Whispering Sect actually has flaws, and the old commander who has been paying attention, observing, and studying this sect and this evil god since a long time ago... the old military doctor Mo Tan, Huadian was successfully discovered.

After combining many examples and obtaining a large number of battle records about the Whispering Sect from Huo Yanyang, Mo Tan made a very reliable hypothesis, that is, the power of the Whispering Sect can be said to be infinitely close in nature. It is based on the power of self-suggestion and self-deception, but unlike spiritual magic, through the medium called "whisper", when the affected person's cognition is successfully interfered with, some kind of power will cause the interfered The final 'falseness' turns into 'reality'.

But using ‘whisper’ requires concentration, otherwise the intensity of the suggestion will be greatly reduced.

So before the war started, Mo Tan came up with a very pertinent idea for everyone, that is, to recruit 2,000 of the 50,000 soldiers who sing the worst songs, train them in person for one class, and then train these people Disperse them throughout the battlefield in an orderly manner. After the battle begins, use amplification magic, props, techniques and the like - speak up!

Outstanding effect.

Chapter 547: End