Chapter 123: Lich uses magic shield and anti-armor, and the teammate has to take it down
There is no need to consider what the other person is, nor to guess what you will face next.
Mo Cheng's principles of doing things have always been simple and clear: where to go? how many to kill?
The mad beast in the heart was completely unleashed, and the dragon's aura of oppression against all living beings was unreserved. Even the undead souls that had long been dead had to become stiff due to the turmoil in their souls under the dragon's aura, and were thus crushed by the undead corpses that pounced on them.
The gun drew a line, the stick swept a large area, and Mo Cheng swept the stick horizontally, just like an unparalleled general sweeping with the wooden stick, and large areas of skeleton soldiers turned into nothingness.
Pure holy light brings the most direct death to undead creatures, complete destruction without any reservation, and there is no way to make them get up again.
Then Mo Cheng began to charge, charging without reservation, smashing all obstacles in front of him like an ancient behemoth.
When one person fights another, it is called a duel.
When one person fights against ten people, it's called Ip Man.
When a person dares to attack hundreds of people, he can be called a fierce general.
And when there is such a person who dares to charge at thousands of undead spirits, and even has the momentum of a dragon, causing the undead spirits that should not be shocked to subconsciously take a step back , then there are only four words to describe him - Overlord's Bar!!!
“Hahahahahaha!!!”
With his unbridled and unruly laughter and his eagerness to fight, the wooden stick in his hand actually became like the legendary golden hoop, changing size at will.
A ghoul jumped back when faced with a sweeping wooden stick, trying to dodge the stick, which, although without a blade, was more damaging than any weapon.
It jumped back in time, and the wooden stick passed by its eyes within a distance of less than five centimeters. But before it could be happy, the wooden stick grew spontaneously and filled the tiny distance.
The ghoul's head was smashed like a watermelon, and the highly concentrated holy light ignited a blazing holy flame on its body. Mo Cheng swept the ghoul 's body into the legion of undead spirits with a stick, and then a huge explosion occurred.
It was like a fire in a gas station. Within a few breaths, the fire burned countless burning the undead souls and the undead corpses summoned by the tombstones into nothingness.
Ghoul, die!
Although a series of events happened, they all happened in an instant. When Mo Cheng killed the zombie, caused the explosion, and continued to charge, the whole process took only a dozen seconds.
But within these ten seconds, some people had already started to react.
“Wow!”
The Stitched Abomination opened its mouth wide and was saying something. It seemed that its creator had forgotten to give it a vocal organ. It blocked Mo Cheng's path and raised two weapons that looked more like large door panels than machetes and chopped down.
The sword as big as a door panel chopped down at Mo Cheng with great momentum, but failed to hit the opponent, and smashed into the ground, forming countless cracks.
"Your aim is not good enough."
This was the last sentence Stitched Abomination heard, and then he was hit on the head by a long stick behind him, causing blood to flow from all seven orifices, and the fierce and domineering Holy Flame was injected into his body.
The grease all over his body became the best combustion aid, instantly turning the Stitched Abomination into an oversized torch. Mo Chengli jumped up from the ground, using the power of his waist to hit a home run that sent the Stitched Abomination into the air.
Then with a "bang", the huge torch that flew into the sky exploded into a huge firework, and flesh and blood continued to fall from the sky along with the holy flames, like a rain of fire of judgment.
Stitch the abomination, destroy it!
After that, the entire undead world began to boil, and in less than a minute, two high-level undead with self-awareness completely perished.
As undead spirits who have experienced many battles, how could they not feel Mo Cheng's momentum? How could they not feel Mo Cheng's determination?
How could I not feel Mo Cheng's...
...an immense insult?
His meaning was clear—I will start from here and kill your troops completely! Kill them right in front of you!
Realizing this arrogant expression, even the lich's face, which had remained emotionless since its appearance, began to move.
The lich smiled silently.
What an arrogant Glorious Priest. No, it is hard to say whether the one who can control the power of death to this extent is a Glorious Priest.
Mo Cheng's charge continued. No matter whether it was a banshee, a gargoyle, or a fear knight, their average survival time in front of him was less than five seconds.
Looking at Mo Cheng, who was collecting kills like a god in his own army, the lich's expressionless face made it impossible to tell what he was thinking.
At the same time, the lich's mind is connected with his skeleton mages and banshees. These undead spirits with considerable self-awareness are brainstorming in the thought network.
[The holy light is extremely destructive, with a destructive effect on the undead of up to 100%, and its quality is almost equal to that of the Archbishop of the Church of Light. ]
[The weapon in his hand has the ability to 'stretch' and 'size'. The current maximum extension is thirty centimeters, and the maximum deformation diameter is ten centimeters.]
[The range of the tombstone's corpse summoning is huge, and an enemy appears next to each undead spirit. The operating mode is speculated to be that the more enemies there are, the more corpses will be summoned according to the number of enemies. 】
[Comparison of momentum parameters completed. The enemy has non-human blood. There is a 10% chance that it is a fire troll, a 20% chance that it is a dragonborn, and a 70% chance that it is a dragon.]
When the last piece of information was uploaded to the lich, the pure white child could not help but be stunned, "Dragon? A species that disappeared for a long time is finally planning to return again? But we need to confirm it again."
Immediately, the lich gave an order to his troops: "Let him bleed. I want to know the source of his bloodline."
But the order was given too late, because Mo Cheng had already broken through the legion's blockade and came in front of the lich with a long stick in his hand holding several burning undead.
The lich raised his hand and threw a bone spear, but in the process of condensing, it was offset by the full-force burst of holy light. At the same time, the strong and overbearing pure light forced the lich to open the magic barrier.
"Hey, let me ask you a question."
The vertical pupils were like those of a giant dragon, burning with flames, and his face was ferocious and ferocious, without a trace of the kindness that a glorious priest should have.
"Will you bleed?"
He swung the long stick forward with all his strength, and the highly concentrated holy light made the long stick look like it was plated with gold. The long stick with blazing holy flames smashed directly into the magic shield on the lich's body.
When the long stick collided with the magic shield, the whole world seemed to stop. At the same time, a purple shadow holding a stick appeared behind Mo Cheng, and smashed towards the magic shield in the same trajectory as Mo Cheng.
Time lock triggered!
An attack triggered by time lock is not like being hit twice, but rather a superposition of the power of the two attacks, resulting in an explosion without any time difference.
In an instant, the lich's magic shield suddenly caved in, and the holy flame on the long staff almost burned the lich's face.
But at this moment, Mo Cheng's hair stood on end, and then he felt a huge force coming from the front. All the bones in his body were broken by the terrifying force, and he was knocked far away by that force.
Seeing Mo Cheng seriously injured, many undead spirits immediately wanted to step forward to take advantage of the situation, but the [Siren Shell] had already triggered the critical point, and Mo Cheng's broken bones were instantly healed. With a sweep of his long stick, another large group of undead spirits were completely killed.
He looked at the lich in the distance and couldn't help spitting, "Pah, the lich has a magic shield and a knives armor. If it happened in my hometown, my teammates would twist my head off."
