ps: It's a few hundred words apart and it will be filled in a while

"Pastor, milk, milk."

"The knight on the far right comes down first, and the spiritist goes up and heads up."

"Souls should not use single spells, collective fireball skills, team a direction at 3 o'clock, team b direction at 9 o'clock."

"The sniper loads rune bullets, left, left, aim, aim, there's a big guy coming out."

Just when Gu Cheng and Qingyi Zhuse started fighting fiercely with the human-faced beast, a team battle was taking place on the other side of the ground that was more in line with the traditional online game routines.

Countless ghosts rushed forward with resentful expressions like a tide, but the team of twenty or thirty people who were leaning against the rock wall and relying on each other stood like a reef.

Although there are many D-level members in the team who do not cooperate well with each other, their professional combination is quite reasonable and there is also a commander who can make the best use of this combination.

The knight bathed in the holy light and a huge humanoid mechanical monster form the main force of the defense line. The spiritists who specialize in control and change occasionally rotate to replace the bench, and at the same time resist the control of the environment by several powerful ghosts. The priest works in two shifts to ensure that healing and blessings are uninterrupted. The blood warlock with ten people is divided into two teams according to the instructions, specifically bombing specific areas.

Even in this environment, Ghost has extremely strong recovery ability, but in the face of five superimposed fireball techniques, he can only face the reality of being killed instantly.

The remaining were three guns with exaggerated styles, and gunmen who were dressed in disguise and were unable to move, waiting for those C-class guys who appeared from time to time. Under expensive rune bullets, they often had a volley of life.

In addition, the commander wearing a mask was also powerful. He suppressed a series of C-level ghost attacks.

Such an uninterrupted impact lasted for nearly half an hour. But the solemn face of the man in the mask gradually relaxed.

If it's just this intensity, there's no need to be afraid.

Apart from the initial panic, this gradually working-in team has never died, and there is not even a serious injury that the priest cannot rescue immediately. It has gradually transformed into a mechanical fixed process.

Although maintaining this slightly beyond the conventional output rhythm means the consumption of a large amount of mana potion and precious rune bullets, it depends on sufficient preparation, and it will not be a problem even if you have another hour.

What's more, the masked man secretly glanced behind him. There was an expert who could really play single riding unparalleled. If there was no B-level ghost on the other side, there was no need to worry at all.

Moreover, he also keenly realized that although the ghost was still coming like a tide, its intensity suddenly dropped to a higher level.

"Ha, they have their limits, too."

"It seems that this time, you can pass if you don't consume much."

"It can be considered that the main monsters in this ruins have been consumed in advance. The road ahead should be smooth."

Thinking of this, the man in the mask became better.

Although these recruited indigenous people are not taken seriously, they are still very useful in the remains.

However, the middle-aged man who was regarded as leaning on by the masked man still had his eyebrows slightly locked.

He had a cold face that seemed to be cut by a knife, and his facial features were clearly angular. At this time, his brows were slightly frowned, and he had a momentum of being powerful without anger.

Because of his status and identity, he has a very different way of thinking from a masked man.

As the temporary commander of wartime, the masked man needs to consider how to make the team win the battle in front of him. But he is thinking about how this incident happened.

He hates the word "surprise" because in his experience, it is almost impossible to bring good luck. The word often comes with setbacks or even miserable defeats!

Logically speaking, the intensity of ghosts here is absolutely impossible to reach this level!

As a senior executive of a secret organization who has been in the game in advance and has been running for a long time, the information he can understand is the core, and he has always paid attention to planning before acting. Why do there be changes outside of information?

Or are they those mice hiding in Area H?

A noun flashed through his mind and couldn't help but sneer.

Yes, those order-keeping people who claim to be the savior, those who have mastered the most core secrets and regard themselves as orthodox people, if they are in terms of information and information, they are indeed above them. If they want to make some small moves, they may not be under the surveillance.

However, since the decisive battle in Area F, even Area G dared not stay in Area G. After fleeing to Area H in a panic, only information can be proud of them. The group of mice who lost the most suitable improvement place for difficulty can only do these small moves and bark far away as the defeated dogs.

While thinking, the indigenous servants surrounding him cheered.

The intensity of the ghost's offensive has been significantly weakened! Even if they are not so sensitive, they can clearly detect it. This is a fierce battle that can be told to their descendants!

Looking at the ghost of two or three big and small cats, the middle-aged man gradually relaxed.

"Continue to move forward, and you will be able to reach the tomb of the former kings in another three minutes, the real place of inheritance." He said in a deep voice.

He was not afraid of these losers who failed in the battle that determined the orthodox destiny. Although there were a few strong men who could defeat him among the people who fled to the H area, those of this level were all monitored tightly.

No matter how many people there are left, they can still be unparalleled.

On the other hand, Gu Cheng, who was trying to integrate the demon calcite that blocked the ground-breaking wave sword into his body, suddenly stopped.

Because he saw the rushing towards him tightly stacked together, the number of ghosts that made him numb when he saw it suddenly heard the sound of a golden drum and retreated.

He was stunned for a moment, and looked at the blue-clothed bamboo color with a strange look, a little doubting that he had used some hidden means. He was not afraid to ski again when he was in a desperate situation.

His image of the intelligence prophet and the treasure chest is so deeply rooted in people's hearts.

Although there are props like teleportation rune stone in hand, the blue-clothed bamboo color, which is inevitably shrouded in failure, was stunned when she looked at the scene in front of her.

He looked at Gu Cheng with laughter and tears and said, "I dare not bear this credit."

"Although you have all kinds of preparations before coming, who could have expected that you, a novice in Area C, had even been exposed to the Demon World? And the contaminated demonic energy has reached violently, and even the long-silent defense system can be stimulated by you. It's so amazing."

"And I really don't know how they retreated. The information I have had has been in the end, and no one could have expected what changes had happened? But no matter what, it is a good thing."

Gu Chengxin said that this amazing person was Meng Tianji, and the unlucky person who might have been taken away, his thinking spread again: Did my greedy master notice this? As he thought about it, he suddenly found that the blue-clothed bamboo color fell silent.

I turned around and looked over, but I saw him with a gloomy face for the first time.

"Wait, I thought about it carefully."

"This situation is really possible."

"It is when someone has approached the real core of the kings, the tombs of the former kings."

The face of the blue-colored bamboo color is getting ugly.

"And, if all peripheral defenses have failed, and even the inherent defenses inside intelligent prediction cannot be stopped, this unformed collective consciousness will feel a great crisis."

"If the races of both sides are similar, it may make it feel like we are the same group. So under the influence of a sense of crisis, we mobilize all the power that can be mobilized and snipe the strong."

The more Gu Cheng listened, the more something was wrong.

The treasure of ruins that I had worked hard for a long time, and I was about to be snatched away without even seeing each other. Moreover, when Qingyi Zhuse persuaded him to level up with him, didn’t he swear that there would be no second group of people?

Although I knew that without the blue-robed bamboo color, I would not be able to reach the tomb of the former king. There was no such thing as a deliberate deception to delay my actions, but this feeling of being like a pig teammate is still very unhappy!

Because of the tacit understanding developed by the battle, Gu Cheng did not question it immediately.

He is waiting for an explanation.

The blue-clothed bamboo color was also very straightforward. Although she was in a very bad mood and her face was so dark that she even eliminated the softness that was directly revealed inside, she still said directly: "It's my fault."
Chapter completed!