Stratholme God

Chapter 1454 This life is too tiring, I have to pay more!

Uther was stunned. He turned his head and shouted, "McDonald! This is my job, don't compete with me..."

If he also used his personal might to resist the spiritual impact of the ancient gods, Uther would definitely choose to consume his own spiritual power first, rather than the spirit of McDonald, who is the commander and strongest point of the hero group.

He is not an MT, and there are several strong MTs in the league.

If McDonnell is sluggish or makes a mistake in his command, then he will really suffer.

Uther shut up after shouting halfway.

The mental power barrier in mid-air collided with the evil god's mental shock wave.Obviously there was no sound coming from his ears, but there were continuous bursts of mental explosions in the sea of ​​spirits.

This feeling is very strange.

In the spiritual vision, the silver kite-shaped shield condensed with spiritual power was crushed by the mouths of N'Zoth's spiritual power, and countless crystal-like fragments of spiritual power exploded on the spot. , dissipated in mid-air.

but--

It has nothing to do with McDonald's.

The heroes suddenly discovered that it was the trident soldiers at the far end behind them that maintained the wooden wall of spiritual power.

Just in that wave, dozens of dirty gods screamed on the spot, clutching their heads or temples, rolling on the ground in pain.

Several guys looked sluggish, as if they had fought the fifth girl seven times in one night.

The heroes realized that it was the Trident that formed a barrier with the spiritual power of mortals to escort their attack.

For a while, everyone was a little moved.

What an awe-inspiring spirit of sacrifice!

[Kidney deficiency at half a year old]: "Boss! Boss...I'm afraid I can't do it anymore. Before I die, I want to ask 'Shakespeare' for my friend!"

McDonnell bared his teeth: "Get lost!"

"what!"

"I am dead!"

"Boss, for the cause of the empire, I will die without regret..."

A bunch of filthy gods yelled and screamed, it sounded miserable, but it was full of anger.

Their performance reveals a word inside and out: Boss, this work is too tiring and hard, and we need to pay more!

Jon McDonald had the desire to kill someone, but in the end, he raised a finger tremblingly.

The screaming [Junchen Tianya] compared five fingers.

McDonnell thought for a while, and paid back the price: three!

[Junchen] Still wanting to struggle, continue to show five fingers.

McDonald vetoed it on the spot: "Do you want to do it? Don't do it and pull it down!"

Suddenly, while struggling on the ground a moment ago, a group of sand sculptures who looked terminally ill and hiccupped at any time jumped up and patted their chests: "Boss! Let the storm be more violent! We can still hold on!" .”

The corner of the emperor's mouth twitched crazily, and he could fully imagine the bad reputation consequences that would be brought to these bastards by renting a certain clubhouse in New Boralus City under the royal name for three days.

well!The emperor's integrity is exhausted!
Don't talk about that, the heroes can be regarded as "long poses". It turns out that the seemingly unreliable sand sculptures of the Trident actually have this special ability.

"No one's heart can resist the great N'Zoth!" Mr. Crayfish, who was eight stories tall, rushed over with heavy steps.

This momentum is already terrifying, and what is even more frightening is that the entire spiritual world will be in turmoil.Anyone with high enough mental power, regardless of occupation, can see that the almost physical spiritual power on [N'Zoth's shell] suddenly becomes dense in the continuous tumbling.

The surging mental power in the shape of cotton wool is extremely corrosive, and with just a wave of impact, the entire square is reflected in a layer of dangerous purple-red light.

The power of N'Zoth is weird enough, and I didn't expect the players to give up too much.

Only the archmage with the sharpest sense of spiritual power will realize that the space not far from him is distorting, and thousands of small spiritual energy cracks and vortexes appear in the midair.

Don't look at the exaggerated tide of mental power that N'Zoth blasted over. When encountering these small gaps, it feels like the water from the water pipe goes to the shower head and is diverted away in an instant.

Obviously, the Trident did not rely on a few hundred foul gods to resist N'Zoth's spiritual corruption. It is likely that at the other end of this spiritual network, it is carried by tens of thousands of elite soldiers.

"People with Trident can do this kind of thing!?" Even as an ally, Khadgar's mind was only shocked.

Unbeknownst to others, McDonald was annoyed to death at this time.

The entire system chat group was full of moaning and chirping. Even if the ordinary operators were unable to speak, the complaints from the elite operators alone made the system group as lively as a vegetable market.

There are so many guys crying and howling, but there is only one core-boss, we are suffering, hurry up and pay!

McDonnell regretted it for a long time. If he had known that these guys were so annoying, he might as well let the heroes bear it.

But well, it’s all pitted.

If he stopped now, wouldn't this group of guys ask him for money?

fart!Even if these guys don't work, they still have to pay the full amount!Otherwise, it won't work next time.

McDonnell gritted his teeth and shouted, "Quick kill!"

Isn't it Rush-B? Many Stratholme heroes understand it.

[Mental Rot]?
I eat hard!Then Mr. Crayfish, please eat me an artifact [Cleave]!
Without the messy skill hindrances of the spiritual system, what is left is the most primitive hand-to-hand skills and the general-purpose shadow damage.

The huge pliers made an exaggerated sound of breaking the wind, and with just one blow, there was an astonishing momentum of a mountain collapsing.

If you change to another MT, even if you can handle it, you will inevitably be beaten passively.

There is no way, the size of the enemy is here, and 99% of the soldiers in the alliance will feel guilty when they see the enemy's giant leader.

Magni is definitely an exception.

"Hmph! Cut me? You are not qualified!"

[The Joy of the Earth] Driven by the power of [Heavenly Gods Down to Earth], it becomes larger in proportion to the body.On the surface of the ax alone, there was an artifact giant ax as big as a T-34 looking down, and it slammed into the lobster claws.

The one who suffers from the mountain-shaking force...of course is 'Brother Shell'!
With just one clang, the cuticle of Jianbi Steel burst into an irregular hole the size of a tank turret.If the Faceless General had reason, he probably wouldn't make another reckless attack.

Too bad it's not, it's just a puppet of N'Zoth.The giant eyes on the head were still staring ferociously at Magni, and at the same time, there was also a [Malar Bone Blow] full of dark energy!
Magni subconsciously resisted with the epic warhammer in his other hand.

"Duang!"

He blocked it, but he was surprised to find that there was a long and dark shadow scar on his chest.

This is [The Dark Scar].

"Change to T!" McDonnell yelled, and Lao Niu Kane immediately ignored the terrible size gap between the two sides and bravely pushed forward.

'Brother Shell' is another pair of pliers.

Changed to a tank, it also can not please.The old ox has turned into a fire ox, and the flames of [Burning Hand] instantly turned its pincers into flaming torches, and it retracted its pincers reluctantly.

Once you retreat, you will no longer be able to counter-seize the initiative...

(End of this chapter)