Chapter 174 Died on the way to charge!
Ma Kesi, the philosopher, Wang Dali and others who were standing in the front of the players raised their heads and happened to see the old man looking at them from afar.
Profound, confident, and extremely imposing.
This was the first time light and darkness faced each other.
The radiance of the divine magic was like a rain of light, falling down densely and finely. Each drop of light rain contained the strongest power to dispel evil. Players who were hit by the rain of light from the divine magic had damage words appearing above their heads.
Divine spell damage -200!
Divine damage -198!
Divine damage -212!
…
The players were horrified and quickly retreated, frantically looking for obstacles and avoiding the rain of light.
"What's this ultimate move?"
Ma Kesi frowned, watching his health bar decreasing continuously. Even though he was a second-level player, he was still taking damage from the rain of light, and his health was decreasing by more than 30 points per second.
Fighting in such a wide range of blood loss environment, players' offensive will be greatly hindered.
The average health of a first-level player is around 1500-2000, and that of a second-level player is generally above 2500. Even the giant skeleton soldiers, which are known for their high blood count, only have 4000 health points.
Under such a terrifying rain of light, even the giant skeleton soldiers could not hold out for long.
Not to mention the first-level players, as long as they stand in the rain of light for ten seconds, the full health bar will be emptied instantly.
"This is God's will! It is a tribute to light!"
The captain of the Temple Knights who was fighting was extremely excited, his face covered in blood, and he shouted loudly.
He raised his head, looking at the rain of divine light descending from the sky, letting it wash away the filth and blood on his body, taking away his fatigue and fear.
Confidence and strength returned to my body!
Keep fighting, I am a warrior of God!
"The situation is not good."
Wang Dali pulled Ma Kesi and quickly hid under the eaves. There were no more undead players on the street. Many undead players whose health bars were in the mid-air did not even have time to dodge and were directly taken away by the divine light rain.
Black lights kept flashing on the battlefield. Many players died and returned to the city. Their bodies and weapons were taken away by the divine system.
"Praise of Light?"
Although Xu Xiaofan was not in the city, he could still feel the powerful divine aura coming from the City of Thorn Flowers, as well as see the amazing light in the dark night and the divine rain falling from the sky.
Hymn of Light is the signature powerful magic of the fanatical followers of the God of Light. According to common sense, there is an essential difference between the magic performed by the believers and the real magic performed by the gods.
The believers simply rely on the power of God and use the power of their own faith to inspire divine arts and exert some pseudo-divine magic-like effects.
Only the gods themselves can cast true divine arts, which have infinite variations and powerful effects of making their words come true.
The divine art itself is not a specific skill or move, but a way of using energy that comes from the mind. Even the name of the divine art does not actually mean anything.
The divine spell with the same name can not only exert a powerful single-target attack effect, but also cause range damage and heal believers.
The real divine power can often only be exerted by the gods themselves .
However, Hymn of Light is different. It is said that this is a divine art studied by a powerful holy spirit angel under the command of the God of Light when he was still the Pope. It is infinitely close to real divine art in the way it uses energy.
Hymn of Light can be performed by fanatics. Although it consumes a lot of energy, it is powerful and has various combat methods.
It can turn into divine rain to nourish all things, turn into a spear of punishment to pierce through evil, and even turn into a barrier to protect one side.
Allowing fanatical believers to have means similar to those of gods to cast divine powers would be tantamount to greatly strengthening the belief system of gods.
This divine art was popularized by the God of Light. In every plane of the God of Light's believers, as long as there is a fanatical believer of Light with a high enough status, there is a chance to comprehend this divine art.
Xu Xiaofan was no stranger to the Hymn of Light, but he did not expect that in the low-magic plane of the Esk Continent, there were also believers of light who comprehended this special divine art of believers of light!
"It seems that the players are going to suffer."
Xu Xiaofan sighed. Although he had done his best to help the players cheat, he really didn't expect that this batch of players would be so unlucky.
Not only was Andrew stabbed by his own people, but even the Hymn of Light came out.
Xu Xiaofan really didn't expect that such a high-level magic would appear in a low-magic plane like the Esk Continent!
It is obvious that this old man, the Palace Master, has terrifying talent and aptitude, and has successfully comprehended the Hymn of Light.
At this moment, Xu Xiaofan was a little envious of the God of Light. Why were all the believers under this guy geniuses?
Even though the continent of Esk is just a low-level world, the power of the Praise of Light performed by the Lord of the Hall of Light is not that terrifying, but it is still not something that players can handle at this stage.
This is advanced divine magic!
No, it is not an exaggeration to describe Hymn of Light as forbidden magic!
The scepter in the hands of the Lord of Light continued to emit light, especially the white gem on the top of the scepter, which shone like the sun.
With the current divine attainments of the Lord of Light, although he can be regarded as the first in the continent of Esk, he can only rely on the scepter of the Lord passed down from generation to generation to maintain the effect of the Praise of Light.
"A bunch of vile undead."
The Lord of the Hall of Light sneered faintly, stood on the rain-washed street, and slowly raised his scepter.
"Light! Be with us!"
“Listen to the Lord’s teachings!”
As if it was an order to advance, after the old man's low groan, the Knights Temple moved.
The temple knights behind the old man turned into a torrent of steel, divided into two columns, and launched an attack on the undead players who were dodging in panic.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The knights' footsteps splashed rain water on the street, soaking their armor, and the light rain fell on their cheeks and shone.
They are the most elite Knights Templar! They are the Holy See Army of the Temple of Light!
Every knight always remembers the virtues of light.
"Humility! Honesty! Compassion! Courage!"
With every dull roar in unison, the knights moved a step closer.
"Justice! Sacrifice! Honor! Spirit!"
The greatsword has been unsheathed, stained with light rain, inspiring fighting spirit, and every knight is like a blooming sun.
God's warriors never retreat.
This hymn of light turned into rain, continuously healing and stimulating the combat effectiveness of the light camp, while also continuously weakening and damaging the strength of the undead camp.
Under the double effect, the power is reduced by another level.
But the players don’t think so. They don’t know the true power of Hymn of Light, and they don’t know that this is already the lowest-end light data.
Players just feel...
"What the hell is this?"
Long Aotian yelled in the voice channel: "Damn it, you bastard planner! The NPCs are being cheated! Are they trying to bully the players?"
The players who participated in the battle were also angry. This was totally unfair!
The lousy planner must have thought that it was too much for players to directly break into the NPC main city, so he simply gave the NPC a cheat!
"Fuck, you bastard planner! When I get back, I'll buy ten packages of your scolding service!"
"How can we fight this? If we stand outside for a few seconds, we will die, not to mention that there are so many Temple Knights supporting us!"
"It's over. We're definitely going to lose this team fight."
The players' faces were filled with dejection. The giant skeleton soldiers were extremely embarrassed. They were so huge that there were no buildings for them to hide.
Standing there, feeling the health bar decreasing, waiting to die?
no way!
"superior!"
Long Aotian gnashed his teeth, his voice hoarse, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "We can talk about scolding the planner later, but even if we lose this battle, we can't let these bastards have an easy time!"
"Even if an NPC can defeat a player once, twice, or even a hundred times! But it cannot change our identity!"
"We are the final kings and the true masters of the Death Scourge!"
No one knew when Long Aotian appeared on the battlefield. He came out from the house where he was hiding, holding his signature large bone knife in his right hand, and stood under the rain of light.
Dense damage words appeared above Long Aotian's head. Long Aotian was biting the blood bottle he exchanged from the points mall, and he also had a few blood bottles in his left hand.
The players looked up and looked in astonishment at Long Aotian on the roof of a house.
He was so proud, arrogant, and full of vigor.
"Why are you being so cowardly? Get out here!"
Long Aotian raised his head and roared, furious: "Kill! Even if you die in the city, you must get enough points for me! We have already entered the city, there is no point in hiding!"
"Charge! Let us die together on the way!"
"Brothers, kill!"
Long Aotian roared with all his might, his voice almost hoarse.
The Lord of the Light Hall raised his head and glanced at Long Aotian on the roof calmly: "Pathetic struggle, the last roar before the evil disappears."
The outcome of the battle was decided. He didn't need to care about an undead who was trying to turn the tide. It was just a poor skeleton soldier.
All the players heard the voice of the Lord of Light, a faint voice full of sarcasm and superiority, accompanied by a rain of light, echoing in the street.
Ma Ke's eyes turned red when he died.
All the players' eyes turned red.
At this moment, they forgot their identities as players, their identities as NPCs, and they also forgot that they were in the game.
I am the darkness and you are the light.
If you are destined to be righteous, then I will be the evil that everyone despises !
Even if I am destined to lose to justice, I must lose completely!
"superior!"
Ma Kesi was the first to step forward, summoning his own skeleton warhorse and mounting it.
"The Undead Knight Legion!"
Ma Kesi raised the knight bone knife in his hand and looked at the Temple Knights Legion approaching not far away.
They fought dismounted, holding large shields and long swords.
In the streets, this is the best way to fight.
“Hehehe…hahahahahahahahaha!”
Ma Kesi's laughter gradually became louder, because more and more Undead Knight players behind him summoned their own skeleton warhorses and silently climbed on their backs.
Each undead knight had a blood bottle in his mouth and a big knife in his hand, and they gathered together in silence.
This is the pride of the Dark Cavalry. Our cavalry can also charge forward without fear.
Sometimes, the tacit understanding between teammates needs no further explanation.
If you do it, I will do it too, even if I know I will die!
This is the player!
"charge!"
Without any extra words, Ma Kesi spurred his horse forward, kicked his bony horseshoe high, stepped on the rain of light, and launched a fearless charge despite the damage that kept popping up above his head.
A game, a brotherhood.
Let us die together on the road of charge.
