Chapter 355. Monster Abuse(2)
The deeper he went, the more he realized that the underground was ridiculously huge.
Mephisto is big enough, right? A corner of the commoner's District could already hold so many players, and it was not as crowded as cooking dumplings. Now, more than 20,000 players had fallen down like dumplings, and there was not even a splash. All of them sank without a trace.
It was too terrifying.
However, the more it was so, the more agitated his heart became.
This was good source material, he definitely couldn't miss it!
A super abnormal Dark Night Swift murder!
It wouldn't even be a problem to write a side story about it! One wouldn't be human if he didn't read it!
Soon, he met his first wave of victims.
The guiding insect was timid by nature. As soon as it detected the smell of a stranger, it immediately hid. The shouts from the front also informed him that someone was suffering.
Before he could move forward, Fawn heard the sound of the Dark Night Swift's thick and long, furry black tail swishing on the ground.
It was like spinning a top!
Pa!
Pa!
Then, there was a flurry of panic.
"What the f*ck is that?"
"Who am I? Where am I? Who's hitting me?"
"Where's the warning? What about the warning? What do Scouts do?"
"Stop shouting. The Scout was the first to die."
Hearing the voices of at least four people, Fawn was stunned. What the hell?
A monster below level 40 had single-handedly killed its way into a party of at least five people, and it had even killed a Scout in the beginning?
Had all the underground demons become geniuses?
Not to mention the humanoid monsters, they were no different from normal people when they fought. Moreover, the game itself was trying to avoid a large number of humanoid monsters brushing against the players' faces like wooden blocks, so most of the stories were very immersive. In comparison, the wild monsters in "Fantasy World" were extremely realistic, perfectly in line with the fierce and cautious nature of animals.
They would never touch those they shouldn't touch unless it was absolutely necessary. If they couldn't beat them, they would run away at the slightest sign of trouble. They also liked to bully them with numbers. When they saw a large group, they would definitely retreat. They wouldn't be stupid enough to just charge into a skill and give experience for nothing.
As such, most of the players had only managed to level up by completing quests. The majority of the experience points were not from the monsters.
Players were still players after all. Although they had suffered quite a bit because of the shrewd monsters, how could their adaptability be compared to the monsters? It had been less than half a year since the server was launched, but any player above level 30 had perfectly adapted to the rhythm and successfully entered the game. Their combat intuition and literacy were not much worse than the natives.
Let's put it this way, those who could come to this place to try their luck were all core players and could be considered mature adventurers. If the configuration of these five people was complete with a Swordsman, Priest, Thief, and Tank, they would definitely be able to fight against the same number of monsters of the same level. How far could they go depended on each individual's ability, but they could do a lot of things together.
However, such a party, which had a high potential, had been beaten to a pulp by a level 35 monster in front of him.
Fawn quickened his pace. He couldn't wait to see how this shocking scene would happen.
…
Zin'rokh also felt that this was rather subtle.
Although he could control some monsters by hand, the range was too narrow. First of all, the mana concentration in the area had to be high enough. Second, the monsters had to be smart enough and related to him.
For example, Dark Night Swift.
He had only wanted to do an experiment to see if the strategy Char had given him was reliable. However, after being teased by Fawn, he had suddenly returned and killed this cautious guy, opening the door to a new world.
Was it so interesting to fight against players?
Even though the system restricted his actions when he controlled the boss, it only limited the boss' movement and the frequency of its skills. It was said to be a system restriction, but in fact it was an objective restriction.
For example, if you went to the fish pond to blow up fish, you had to be careful of being stabbed to death by the fisherman. If the skill was released too quickly and too fiercely, you had to be careful of your body being hollowed out and then being taken advantage of. If you were too big, you could easily be killed by passing Masters or attract the regular army to attack.
Hence, controlling the boss was very boring! There were too many rules and regulations!
However, there were no restrictions for such ordinary individuals!
Zin'rokh's inherent concept of strength was instantly broken. He realized that the strength of an individual did not seem to be determined by "absolute strength". The brain was also a very useful thing!
For example, just now!
He suddenly had an idea and sneaked an attack on the Scout who was in a daze. The remaining four-man team opened their doors as if they were defenseless. He succeeded in his sneak attack and seriously injured the Priest while removing the party's self-defense skill.
There had never been such a successful sneak attack!
"The players acted according to the rules of experience. This rule was either self-summarized or heard from others. In short, it was the rules that guided them, but it also objectively killed their judgment. What you need to do is to break the norm and take advantage of this lack of judgment. For example, they thought that a single intelligent monster would not risk its life to attack a team, because it would not make up for the loss, and it would be easy to get nothing."
Char's words in the player strategy guide seemed to echo in his ears.
As expected of the Son of the abyss, his research on God's chosen ones was terrifying!
Zin'rokh was full of confidence as he attacked again!
The Priest was forced out of the "Holy Spirit's Protection". Although he was unconscious, there was a two-meter-tall glowing tangram hanging above his head that was a mini version of the Holy Spirit.
This thing couldn't move and couldn't be destroyed by physical attacks. It could replace the Priest to ignore the amount of mana and use all healing and buff skills. The casting speed was still half of the usual, and it would last for a full minute. It could be said to be the strongest form of a Priest.
People often lamented to their teammates, "Die, so you can save us!"
His words were so righteous and reasonable that no one could refuse.
Moreover, the most terrifying thing about this thing was that it was fully automatic! The A.I. stared at the player with the lowest HP in its field of vision to recover, and even shared its field of vision with the Priest player!
Try to imagine a three-meter high bird's eye view, and it was the light source, illuminating all directions. It could see all the actions of its teammates and opponents in the dark environment. After that, it didn't have to worry about these things, and it could just shout through the microphone.
Was there a more comfortable Platinum VIP slot?
"It's coming, what are you guys waiting for? Are you writing an epitaph for yourself?" the priest roared.
The remaining three players were brought back to their senses by their Priest teammates and immediately surrounded his last will.
Zin'rokh took the time to whip his tail at the Mage again.
The Shielder, who had recovered from the shock, used a precise defensive stab and jumped up. Most of his body was hidden behind the solid bone shield, and with a "clang", he blocked the Dark Night Swift tail swing.
The sound was muffled, which showed how great the force was.
To the Dark Night Swift whose level was not high, the force that shot out from the opponent's shield had numbed half of its tail.
In the short moment of stun, the Mage's attack followed up. The vengeful ice spike chain shot out like a machine gun, forcing Zin'rokh to take a few more steps back.
"You really think I don't have a temper? Who told you to sneak attack me! I'll let you know what a real human-shaped self-propelled cannon is!"
The Mage was furious. He tore open the scroll and set up a circular magic circle with a diameter of two meters under his feet. Then, his whole body was wrapped in a light blue light effect. His attack power and casting speed were visibly improved. He threw out his damage skills like a machine gun that was spewing blue fire!
Zin'rokh shrieked in pain from the skill that easily covered a range of over 50 meters. Although Dark Night Swift was good at dodging, he still could not avoid the skill. A few wounds quickly appeared on his body. He could only pretend to roar a few times and leave resentfully.
Leaving just like that?
Fawn, who was hiding in the dark, was a little disappointed.
They actually didn't fight.
"Has that thing been returned?" The mage asked while panting.
"Who knows? Let's be more vigilant," the Shielder replied.
"It should have retreated. The usual battle range of monsters is 50 meters. I can sense that it has moved at least 70 meters away. The perception map won't lie."
The mage kept his staff and sat on the ground to meditate to recover his mana.
He was still stepping on the magic circle. This thing would exist for half an hour, and if he used his skill to retrieve it later, he could pick it up from the ground for the next use. Those who didn't have a mine at home had to save some money.
The Shielder felt that what he said made sense, so he held his shield and stood guard at the side, watching his teammate's operation.
The duration of the Priest's "Holy Spirit protection" quickly ended. After that, the Priest only had a trace of health left, and he would be weak for a full half an hour. In this state, just the "Resurrect" skill that was used to pick up corpses took two minutes to cast.
Everyone raised their vigilance and watched the priest slowly recover. They pulled up the dead Scouts and repaired themselves.
In addition to the Mage's recall action, they had been delayed for more than 30 minutes and still stayed in the same place. This number had exceeded the player's definition of "out of battle time" by more than two times. It was likely that the monster would not come again, and even if it did, they were confident of dealing with it.
"Let's continue. The monsters down there are really something."
"You're right. Be careful, don't be so cheeky,"
"You're right."
A wave of subconscious repetition brought the atmosphere back to a serious one with a hint of dumbfoundedness. Everyone talked and laughed, waiting for their condition to recover before continuing their journey.
Suddenly, the earth trembled.
"Is it an earthquake?"
"Underground, underground, close to the core, it's normal to feel the tremors."
"You're right."
"You're right."
"Don't f*cking repeat it!"
"Don't f*cking repeat it!"
"You're right."
"Hahahaha..."
The time was almost up. Although the five of them were joking, the Mage opened the perception map. The Scouts also paid attention to the situation on the ground, but they all ignored the top of their heads
At this moment, Fawn, who was hiding in the dark, suddenly smelled a hot sulfur smell.
His heart skipped a beat. He looked up and saw a dark red fireball cutting through the dark night sky, drawing a beautiful parabola, and then plunged down.
Boom!
Other than the mushroom cloud, everything else was there.
The five players who were resting on the spot were completely unaware of what was happening. They didn't even react to what had happened until they all turned into light.
"Sulfur Fire Devil Abyss Bug?"
This name flashed across Fawn's mind for no reason.
He had seen this level 25-30 monster in the monster guide compiled by the forum's big shots.
The abyss bug was more than four meters long and nearly two meters wide. It looked like a huge sea cucumber with black wrinkles on its body. It was covered in rock armor and white spikes, looking extremely terrifying! But in fact, these creatures usually curled up underground and moved slowly, so they were particularly easy to bully.
In terms of defense, it was at level 40, but after taking off the armor, it dropped to level 20, and its meat was delicious.
In terms of attack frequency, it wasn't even as ferocious as the level 5 wild boar. It was simply a slow-moving wooden stake.
Then why was it at this level?
The reason was simple. Its damage output was too terrifying.
It was at least an enhanced version of the level 50 mage skill [Cosmic Flare ].
Moreover, compared to the flaming meteorites that fell from the sky, it had an additional parabola, a stronger impact and splash effect. Not only did it deal crushing and burning damage, but it also had an explosion!
The high-temperature gravel that could not be melted was hidden in the lava and caused secondary damage when it was shot out by the air wave.
This was a f*cking bug-shaped mortar!
Such a terrifying damage output not only sacrificed the movement ability of the abyss worm, but also the preparation time of this move.
It took five minutes to prepare for one shot. Then, when the shell was in the throat, the abyss bug had to prepare for another half a minute to aim before finally firing with a "boom".
Fawn suddenly understood what the Dark Night Swift was doing. It had definitely predicted that these people wouldn't be able to move in a short period of time, so it had found an abyss bug to crawl over slowly. Then, it had slowly prepared to shoot, one last f*cking shot!
Damn it!
What kind of brain did he have?
Was this a f*cking monster controlled by Zin'rokh?
Fawn only came back to his senses when he saw the embers go out. He was so excited that his body was trembling.
So exciting!
They had actually encountered such a terrifying monster!
He immediately made his way toward the direction of the shot. Sure enough, he found a huge creature resting in the ground 150 meters away.
From the surrounding embers and the high temperature that had yet to dissipate, it was not difficult to judge that this was the abyss bug that had just fired a shot. This fellow would need to rest for at least half a day to recover.
He continued to move away from the crime scene. After leaving the high-temperature area, he released the bug and quickly locked onto the Dark Night Swift.
Ten minutes later, in a familiar place, Fawn found the second wave of victims fighting with them.
This was a more professional team. From their equipment, their average level was at least 35. Some of their equipment even had a faint magical glow, which meant that they had refurbished medieval magic equipment.
Not everyone could pick up medieval or ancient magic equipment just by taking a dump like Char. Nowadays, elite forging armor and weapons were still the mainstream, and the occasional military word became the symbol of the big shots.
As for magic equipment, all of them had special effects and skills, not to mention the low-key and luxurious light effects. They had to be treated like treasures.
"Fantasy World" didn't place much emphasis on high damage output. It was usually a battle of wits where special abilities were maxed out. Hence, it was almost impossible for magical equipment to be eliminated. They could all play a specific role in a specific situation.
However, such a team of players had been easily defeated by a Dark Night Swift.
Of course, this was not the only monster they had to face this time. Before this, they had already faced more than 20 reserved demonic beast soldiers, who were muscular but simple-minded.
Reserved demonic beast soldiers were the epitome of naivety in the game. Because all the points were added to Constitution instead of Intelligence, they could even high-five the Mage's Hand of Fire, which explained how naive they were.
Originally, such a team of people would be able to fight casually against the same number of reserved demonic beast soldiers. As long as they positioned their shields in front of them and struck the demonic beast soldiers to death before they broke through the defense line, everything would be over. But now ...
Fawn was very sure that the situation had started to turn around when this guy joined the battle. He came at the right time to witness this scene.
The scene was normal. The demonic beast soldiers were being beaten up madly, howling, but they could not move forward.
It wasn't that they didn't understand the principle of "dealing with the mage first", but the one in the front row couldn't pass at all.
And so, a black shadow suddenly appeared behind the demonic beast soldiers, and with a sweep of its thick and long tail, the evil beast soldiers that had lost their balance fell to the ground one by one, rolling forward.
Before the demonic beast soldiers realized who was causing trouble, the front row of shield bearers saw it. Not only did they see it, but they also subconsciously jumped up.
With the jump and the shield protecting the upper half of the body, the demonic beast soldiers below immediately rolled into the defensive line.
It was too late when they realized the situation.
Bang!
A fireball failed to complete its intended route and exploded on the face of a red-skinned muscular man, blasting a bloody and charred wound.
However, the muscular man turned a blind eye to it, as if he felt no pain.
The Mage in close proximity immediately used flash to escape. However, the demonic beast soldier jumped on the spot and landed steadily at the spot where the magician used flash. With a fist, it slammed the arsonist to the ground and sat on him with its butt, killing him instantly.
This set of moves was so smooth that the Priest couldn't even save her.
With just one attack, Dark Night Swiftly left, letting out a series of smug and mocking cries along the way.
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