Chapter 450: Cutscene Boss
The commotion caused by the players scared away residents living in this block and woke up residents in the next block.
When Yang Qiu flew over at a low altitude, he saw that many houses in the next block had turned on their lights, and some brave townspeople were standing at their doorsteps looking out.
It is not practical to temporarily assign a task to players to stop the townspeople from approaching at this time. When the BOSS appears in front of them, few players are willing to be distracted to do other things.
In order to prevent curious townspeople from coming over to watch the fun and going crazy after witnessing the evil god's messenger, Yang Qiu could only create an artificial barrier and use the malicious aura from the evil sacrificial instruments to influence the block, forcing the townspeople to stop and stay away from the dangerous area with the intuitive cold air and abnormal gravity.
It's definitely not to pick on the players - we've been scolded for so long, we're used to it.
As for how to criticize the player who was crushed by abnormal gravity and couldn't move, and watched the "BOSS being snatched away by the faction leader"... it doesn't matter, it's not like he hasn't been criticized before.
At this moment, Yang Qiu was too busy to care about the players' gaming experience. His attention was all on the messenger in front of him.
The body is covered with a shiny black chitinous shell, and the huge, pointed oval head has twelve vertical eyes. The torso is relatively slender compared to the head, with two thick heads and a thin middle section. There are four forelimbs and two hind limbs on both sides of the torso.
The huge body, with a height of more than ten meters and a total length of nearly twenty meters, is round, complete, and stable. There is no sign of instability from top to bottom.
Yang Qiu couldn't let the evil god's messenger, whose degree of completion was so astonishing, stay in the human world for too long, so he appeared with a smile on his face and waved his hand.
With the location of the God of Joy as the center point, within a 180-degree circular range, dozens of thick black thorn vines broke through the road slabs and the construction waste pressing on the slabs, breaking out of the ground and rolling towards the target in the middle with great momentum.
The moment the "Black Magic: Hell Thorns" was activated, the ground in this block began to shake, from slowly to quickly, and from slowly to quickly.
The players lying in the outer circle were wondering how there could be an earthquake in the game, and then they saw the BOSS, who had killed many of their teammates, swinging its four forelimbs with long sickle-shaped armor (actually chitin) to cut off most of the vines summoned by Lao Yang.
"What the hell?! Lao Yang showed off his skills so pretentiously and used such a cool ultimate move, but in the end he is so useless?!"
Qin Guan, who brought the "Book of the Dead" into the battle and stayed at the back as usual, stabbed the leader of his own camp in the back without any hesitation.
Just as Qin Guan finished his words, a giant arm made of bones, at least twice the size of the BOSS, appeared from under the BOSS who had collapsed the house by "transforming", and grabbed the BOSS like a mouse.
Players: “Oh my god!”
"Is this pretentious guy Lao Yang really that awesome?!" Qin Guan yelled at the top of his lungs, "Damn it, help me record the video! Huahua, help me record it too, I'm out of memory!"
"I'm recording, I'm recording!" The guy who was lying not far from Qin Guan and was giving me medicine shouted.
Miaobishenghua, who was not with them and lying on the other side, said angrily, "I was wondering why the BOSS we spawned this time was so hard to beat. He just waved his hand and wiped out Brother Lahong and his group. We came to pick up the slack and he almost wiped us out too. It turned out that it was a cutscene BOSS killed by the plot. We were so happy for nothing."
"Just let it be a BOSS for a while, just beat them up even if they don't get what they want." Qin Guan is quite open-minded.
"I have no objection to watching CG, but this stupid game is so damn rude. Can't we just stand and watch it?" Give Me Medicine said unhappily.
While these players were chattering, the captured BOSS broke free and smashed the huge bony hand into ashes.
"Old Yang, can you please help me? The cutscene CG even has a tug-of-war?" The players who were forced to lie down and watch the animation cursed.
The God of Joy who broke free from his restraints seemed to have been enraged. He squatted hard on the ground with his strongest pair of lower limbs in his lower abdomen, and his huge but not bulky body rushed towards Yang Qiu.
Yang Qiu remained unmoved and summoned several rows of black thorn vines to block the front of the messenger.
The God of Joy was caught off guard and crashed into a dense wall of black thorny vines. His head, torso, and six limbs were all tightly entangled by the flexible vines.
After restraining the God of Joy for the time being, Yang Qiu stretched out his hands and made a tearing motion.
A tiny space crack quietly appeared behind the huge body of the God of Joy.
The space crack that was just a thin crack at first slowly split to both sides; from the chaotic crack, an ominous aura faintly emanated outwards...
Normally, a black magician can only tear open the spatial barrier leading to the dimensional demon world.
But Yang Qiu swallowed the tentacle of an unknown rule-based evil god and stole a trace of the evil god's power; although he could not use this tiny bit of evil power to open a passage to the endless void, it would be no problem to just tear a crack.
The God of Joy looked back in surprise.
This spatial crack is very small, and the crack is less than the width of a human finger.
But the breath of the void that emanated from the crack was enough to scare the Joy God who still had his sanity.
This huge messenger of God, which made humans look like ants, stopped tearing up the black thorn vines that were blocking its movements, and its twelve strange vertical eyes looked at Yang Qiu again at the same time.
An ancient tone that could not be heard directly or written down, but could only be conveyed and sensed by the spirit, rang in Yang Qiu's ears: "Stop, black magician."
Yang Qiu's expression remained unchanged. He cast spells with both hands at the same time. A denser wall of vines emerged around the God of Joy. The earth began to tremble again. Under the ground, a giant hand made of white bones gradually took shape.
"Human, what do you want?"
The inhuman ancient tone once again conveyed the message to Yang Qiu's ears.
The repeatedly summoned "Dark Magic: Hellthorns" relied on its numerical advantage to move towards the rift, carrying the Joyful Archangel with it.
"——You lowly ant!"
The God of Joy was completely enraged. Densely packed seaweed-like bladed forelimbs emerged from his slender torso, chopping the densely entangled black thorn vines, exploding a large amount of black mist and instantly clearing a white area.
At this moment, the "Black Magic·Hand of the Skeleton King" took shape again. A huge bone arm emerged from the ground and grabbed the body of the Joy Envoy, which looked much smaller than before...
"No offense." Yang Qiu raised his palm and pointed it at the Joyful Envoy, "Dark magician, do not make deals with gods."
The strongest mental power below that of a demigod was instantly released, sweeping towards the inhuman monster that was tightly grasped by the bony arms.
When spiritual power is released, it will evaporate.
After all, mental power is also a kind of energy, and as long as it is energy, it will continue to move irregularly and will be transferred by the air.
In order to ensure that his own mental power can fully act on this evil god's messenger and prevent it from escaping at all, Yang Qiu must perform the release operation at the closest distance possible.
This is of course dangerous, so Yang Qiu must first confirm what strength of "Hand of the Skeleton King" can restrict the actions of this messenger and how long it can last.
He also had to make sure that he would not be obstructed by the Messenger of Joy while tearing open the unstable space-time rift leading to the void - after all, he was not a space spellcaster, and tearing open the space barrier was a difficult task, and it would be troublesome if he was interrupted.
The God of Joy , who retained his rationality , tried to make a deal with Yang Qiu and gave him more than ten seconds of safe casting time for free. This could be considered an unexpected surprise.
Pure spiritual energy that is almost observable with the naked eye covers the Messenger of Joy, locking its influence on the material plane within the independent space formed within the spiritual energy.
The Messenger of Joy let out a silent howl and was lifted up by a giant bony hand and brought to the front of a crack that was not too far away from him.
The so-called evil god's messenger is not the kind of human agent favored by a certain ancient god as generally understood, but rather... a puppet eroded by the will of the ancient god, dominated and controlled by the will of the ancient god.
The evil god's followers are all very clear about this, and they would never dare to assimilate with the so-called "seed of God's favor" unless it is absolutely necessary.
The same is true for the messenger in front of us. It is not the spokesperson of Lady Joy, but it itself is a part of Lady Joy's will.
The Lady of Joy, who had been lost in the void for so long, had her will become a part of the void; when it came into contact with the crack leading to the void, the part of her will was involuntarily summoned by the void, passing through the narrow crack and returning to where she should be.
The part of the will that belonged to Lady Joy disappeared, and the remaining consciousness of the Pope of Joy naturally could not control the power beyond his own ability; the complete body of the messenger could no longer sustain, and gradually disintegrated and dissipated.
Only when the huge body of the messenger of God completely disintegrated into nothingness did Yang Qiu feel relieved.
This thing is a collection of pure spiritual energy bodies, and it is a highly toxic spiritual energy. As long as it exists in the material plane, it will evaporate and pollute the area where it appears. He has no intention of turning Rob Town into a restricted area. It is better to get rid of this highly toxic pollutant as soon as possible.
Closing the space-time rift and taking back the "Divine Crystal" that the Joy Sect had cultivated to near perfection with the power of four generations of popes, Yang Qiu used his remaining mental strength to dispel the aura of the sacrifice. He summoned the bone griffin and left on the spot - he no longer had the strength to fly back to the town hall, and had to go back to meditate and recover.
Players who were forced to watch a mediocre cutscene that didn’t even have much “special effects” were furious when they saw this: “Damn, Lao Yang has a flying mount!”
"Fuck, only one skeleton horse is put up for auction every month, but the NPCs are using flying mounts!"
“It’s not fair!”
"When will the planners be able to act like human beings? How stupid of them to not allow flying !"
Half an hour later, a team that had been dragging its feet to "hand in the task" finally arrived at the gate of Rob Town, carrying captured prisoners and trophies.
"What the hell is this place? Why is the city gate closed?"
"NPCs go on strike at night, that's fine, but they won't let you enter the main city!"
This group of individual players, mainly casual players, tried to find a way to open the city gate for a long time but couldn't find one. They had to arrange people to climb over the city wall with their bare hands, go in and open the door for the big group from the inside.
Several volunteered walker players climbed up the city wall with great effort and were about to jump down when someone saw a group of NPCs secretly preparing to climb the wall at the base of the wall.
The undead on the city wall and the NPCs inside the city wall are looking at each other.
"How come there are undead here too! Quickly, kill them! Don't let them inform their accomplices!"
The hook-nosed old man took the risk of leading his men out and preparing to sneak away while the undead in the town were gathering in the east block of the town, and anxiously ordered his subordinates to take action.
"Damn it! Do you have any martial ethics?"
The walker player clinging to the city wall was hit by several short crossbows and flew into a rage: "Everyone be careful, there are monsters inside the city wall trying to sneak attack!"
"Huh? There are still monsters in the main city? Didn't they say that all the big blood alliances were cleared out?" The leader of the independent group was stunned. "Okay, send a few knights to go in and pull the monsters in. Send a few mages to help control them and prevent anyone from dying."
Half an hour later, in the town hall, Yang Qiu, who had just recovered from meditation and was about to continue interrogating the believers, quietly opened a reverse subspace barrier again to ensure that the court mages who stayed up late to collect confessions would not be disturbed, and sneaked out with the dragon bone staff...
