Origin Player

In the blink of an eye, seven days passed.

In the parliament hall.

Jiang He sat up straight and pushed casually. Under the effect of Dan Jin, the drafts flew and fell neatly into Si Ning's hands.

Great power-level life forms are a symbol of potential.

Becoming a great power at every stage means greater overall improvement in the silver, gold, and heroic stages of body transformation.

Si Ning clenched the draft and looked through the two sword techniques carefully with eyes wide open. After they are perfected, the player's universal body will transform them into skills. Compared with the skills granted by the scrolls, this kind of autonomous learning ability is often smoother to activate, consumes less energy, is more powerful, and is never rigid.

Jiang He stood up, the energy of Dan flowed through his body, and there were repeated explosions between his bones.

If the Sword Fairy had not suddenly stabbed out with that sword, things would not have been so complicated. Without the ability to bring out a new strong power, neither the nine ancient clans nor the Order Bureau would give up easily. The pressure contained in multiple legendary life forms is indeed not small.

A crow flew down.

The giant man in heavy armor and the petite girl all came together, waiting for orders.

Jiang He said: "Order the three evil legions to enter the parliament hall. Aya, Laohei, Ada, Aer, and Asan all board the Saint Lilith, accompanied by the guards, ready to launch the Starfall at any time."

"Understood." Lao Hei stepped out to receive the order. He was the general of the Evil Legion. His assigned responsibility was to control the troops. He was also the nominal direct superior of A Da and others.

"Send two-thirds of the 300,000 Jet Pterosaurs, regardless of the cost, to report to me any players whose whereabouts are exposed at any time."

"Okay, boss." Wuhe Gaga said. He knew that the boss was planning to start hunting.

All parties took action, and the engines of the Saint Lilith were warming up.

Since the main occupation mission was completed, the million-strong evil army that rushed to Silver City and stationed in the Parliament Hall attracted considerable attention.

Jiang He refined the perfect evil prop, and the number of silver guards increased by 100, with a total of 1,100. When Zhuang Ya and others boarded the Saint Lilith, the Parliament Hall was completely abandoned.

Before setting off, Jiang He fed the White Dragon Sword to the Changhen Dragon Spear, and the amount of food intake became 2/5. The entry he chose this time was Epic Sharpness, replacing the original Immortality. As for the weight, it was increased by 4,000 jin like last time, and the total weight reached 18,000 jin.

…

Over a period of seven days, the Duel Wall continued to shrink. After it was aligned with the towering walls of the First Fortress, Silver City, the shrinkage stopped. Nearly 1,500 silver players engaged in street fighting in the city.

The Dusk Battlefield was forced to participate in the dispute. Before that, most of the Dusk players worked as reporters, painters, models, chefs, tourists, cultural surveyors and other professions, mainly for entertainment.

The overly relaxed environment made the Dusk players' fighting spirit relatively weak, but they were still far ahead in numbers.

According to rumors, when reaching the fifth-order legendary level, the declining combat power of dusk players will be greatly compensated, and various powers will be obtained, and there are countless types of first-sight kills.

In the inner city alleys.

With a loud bang, a petite painter player fell from the third floor of a house to the ground, creating a large hole. The severe pain from the broken bones in her chest hit her consciousness. She gritted her teeth to control her body, but only her fingers moved weakly.

"Hey! Are you still running?"

The sturdy man jumped down with a long hammer in his hand. After landing, he walked straight towards the woman with bloodthirsty eyes mixed with excitement. He was not really interested in beauty, but he especially liked the fear on the face of his prey when they were struggling to death.

Facing the powerful enemy approaching step by step, the painter girl looked desperate and said, "Don't kill me, I'm willing to do anything."

Usually when a woman says she is willing to do anything, she actually means only one thing. The strong man knows this and is very satisfied with his prey's desire to survive.

"In that case, then of course... please go to hell!"

As the hammer fell, the sturdy man's expression showed a morbid fanaticism.

boom!

The female painter exploded, but it was not flesh and blood, but colorful liquid paint.

In a corner not far away, the human body drawing on the wall fell off and appeared. She yawned in boredom. Although being a Dusk player inevitably made her a loser, her strength had reached the peak. The drawing of her clone was only ordinary silver, making it the most suitable bait.

The lines of liquid paint were like a python entwining around him, making Zhuang Han feel suffocated. On the walls of the alley that he had not paid attention to beforehand, more paintings turned into liquid and flowed out, like a quagmire that swallowed up its prey.

Suddenly, the sturdy man looked behind the enemy, his expression of horror revealing a hint of incomprehensible absurdity.

"There's no need for this little trick." The female painter turned around, her pupils constricted. She first saw an indescribably handsome face, followed by long, tough platinum hair, and finally a hand that quickly enlarged in front of her eyes.

Bang!

The tremendous force was released, unstoppable.

The female painter couldn't believe it. Everyone knew the Overlord's iconic hair color, but she couldn't understand why the Overlord would be so shameless as to launch a sneak attack. She couldn't accept this way of dying.

But whether death comes or not does not depend on what the prey thinks.

The head exploded, blood splattered, and the wound on the broken neck was flat and smooth.

Zhuang Han witnessed the defeat of Qiang Dianfeng, whose death was not much more spectacular than that of a stray dog ​​on the roadside. His upper and lower teeth began to knock against each other uncontrollably. Even after the liquid paint had dissipated, his body seemed to have lost the ability to move. Dark red waves swept through his surroundings, and the bloody evil that had slaughtered millions of lives with his own hands made him retch.

"Great Lord..." The strong man trembled as he spoke the name that the group of idiot soldiers always said, "Killing me will disgrace your status."

whoosh!

One palm cuts off the head.

Jiang He looked normal. Two thorns spread out, and he gathered the broken limbs and corpses and stuffed them into the imperial city. Casting evil soldiers required a complete corpse, but it did not mean it had to be an original one. Parts such as arms and heads could be pieced together.

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at the same time.

On the plateau on the north side of Silver City.

Countless werewolves, trolls, spider demons, and vampires formed an array. All the dark creatures that had multiplied over the past hundred years had arrived, with a total number of tens of millions. The Marquis's order was absolute.

Three peak silver level warriors stood behind the young nobleman, extremely respectful. Compared to his heyday, the Marquis's strength was not obviously weakened.

The Marquis looked down at the City of Silver, his pale hands stroking the rapier at his waist. This sword had once left an unhealable wound on the navigator, a hundred years ago.

"Everyone, did you see the battleship over the Silver City?" The Marquis turned aside and gave instructions to everyone. "The Silver prisoner we captured earlier said that the battleship now belongs to a hegemon. I don't need to elaborate on the extra words. His body is enough to be our hope of atonement. As far as I know, many big shots are interested."

"But the prerequisite is that we have to kill him."

"Kill him, and we'll have both hope and the tools to get home, by the gods of darkness."

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, just charge!"

Countless dark creatures roared madly, and the crowd was outraged.

The Marquis drew his sword and stepped forward, hoping that the cannon fodder would fulfill his duty.

"charge"