Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

Pulling other people's souls into one's own spiritual (soul) domain, or actively breaking into other people's spiritual (soul) domains, this kind of contest in one party's spiritual domain, usually, only one party dies or loses control , to end the battle.

In the purely spiritual space of the spiritual realm, the soul is both powerful and extremely fragile; it can easily interfere, pollute, and strangle others, and it can also be easily interfered, polluted, and strangled by others.

The battle between spellcasters often only releases their mental power to build a spiritual field, and sees blood in the "field" of the spiritual field, and will not rashly allow others to enter their own soul field or enter another's field by themselves. It's also here - the caster is a high-risk group who has been in contact with the source of magic pollution for a long time, and will be more easily affected by the polluted part of other people's souls.

The white-robed priest is not a spellcaster.

His powerful spiritual power and physical power come from the gods of evil gods, and he is extremely confident in his resistance to external spiritual pollution. He doesn't think that the weak soul fire of the dead can pose any threat to him.

Pulling more than a hundred balls of soul fire into his spiritual realm, he found that the soul fire of these undead was dim and weaker than candlelight. The white-robed priest couldn't help laughing: "It turns out that the famous Tarantan undead , the essence is so small!"

The white-robed priest with even more confidence immediately launched his ultimate move mercilessly - shrinking the spiritual field, "intimate contact" with the weak undead soul fire in all directions, using the super pollution in his own soul that originated from the nameless evil god as a weapon , Completely destroy and strangle these hateful undead!

"Huh? Did you disconnect?"

After feeling the strange suction, the wonderful pen that lost the sensory touch was talking to himself strangely.

"Where is this place? Why can't I see anything? Why am I so light...huh?"

I didn't know that I was in someone's spiritual realm, and I was still trying to understand the status quo. Suddenly, in the foggy field of vision, flickering flickering, multi-layer overlapping images that I couldn't see clearly appeared.

Normally, if the soul body is directly infected by the pollution source of evil gods, the brain will be washed away by massive amounts of information, and there may be instant schizophrenia or even disintegration on the spot.

But... the player's own soul body is not in this plane.

Only the player's soul projection attached to the spiritual imprint is pulled into his own spiritual domain by the white-robed priest.

No matter how hard the white-robed priest tries to "output" the pollution information, he is just pouring dirty water on the reflection in the mirror in vain—it is impossible to pollute the player itself, and the player can "see" to the point that it can manifest Screenshots that come out.

Also because the content of the pollution information from the evil god is too large and the player's reception efficiency is not so fast, all the player can see is crazy flickering mosaics...

"——What the hell is this riding horse?" Through the "mirror", I felt the magic pen of the evil god's pollution, and the whole person was completely baffled.

On the other side, the consciousness of the white-robed priest who has the strongest sense of existence in the entire spiritual realm and the largest materialized volume suddenly feels something is wrong.

In his spiritual realm, the helplessly huddled, dimly lit over a hundred dead soul flames were still very weak.

These soul fires, which are smaller than candle flames, are also "feedback" to him while passively accepting the pollution he "exported".

And the amount of "feedback" is completely inconsistent with the size of these tiny soul fires that are so weak that they seem to be disappearing soon...

"What, what's going on?!"

The main consciousness of the white-robed officiant gradually found it difficult to maintain an absolute dominance over his own spiritual realm.

The weak dead soul fire that should be crushed by him unilaterally, obviously only passively produces the minimum information exchange when contacting his soul; these fragments of information exchanged only by instinct are like a violent storm Crazy attacking his rational defense.

Players don't know how to effectively attack each other when their souls come into contact, and what they exchange for the white-robed priest are only fragments of memories that are more impressive in the subconscious.

The problem is... In the age of information explosion, how many short-term memories subconsciously remembered by the earthlings in the era of information explosion, probably even the players themselves can't tell.

The massive memory fragments beyond the comprehension ability of the white-robed priest quickly broke through the rational defense line of the white-robed priest, scrambling to squeeze into the depths of the white-robed priest's consciousness.

This time, the white-robed priest was forced to accept the baptism of an explosive information storm from a different plane——

Dressed in a blue robe, with black long hair, pale complexion, staring at a pair of pure white eyes, a horrible woman with black blood flowing from her mouth, howling crazily and rushing towards her... This piece of memory comes from a childhood memory fragment that was captured by Aunt Mei Scared players.

A pale little boy wearing only a pair of briefs, an evil ghost breaking through the barrier of the quilt, a ghost crawling out of a well, a zombie, an old black mountain demon, a tree grandma, an alien, a zombie, a pharaoh, a painted female ghost...etc. Horror pictures, from players who love horror movies.

Global plagues, burning corpses, celestial bodies exploding, wandering earth, sinking continents, tsunami and landslides, end of the world, extinction of human beings, survival of wasteland...etc.

The silent deep sea, the ruins on the bottom of the sea, the inversion of the sea and the sky, the sinking of the giant ship, soft monsters with octopus feet, big eyeballs, spherical angels covered in eyeballs, indescribable outer gods, plane destruction, dimension shuttle... Players who are interested in grams-themed games and movies.

Compared with the ancient god who did not know his real name or nickname, which was worshiped by the white-robed chief priest, the pollution information transmitted by these Tarantan undead was simply the difference between a bathtub and a lake—it was still the kind of big lake that was releasing floods!

The confident white-robed officiant was instantly overwhelmed by the influx of information, and his mental resistance, which he thought to be reliable, was defeated.

"No, it's impossible—! What have these undead experienced—!!"

It didn't take long for the cult priest's consciousness to be completely overwhelmed by the terrifying information flow, his spiritual will was broken down, and his soul disintegrated piece by piece.

The superhuman's powerful spiritual power can interfere with reality. On the contrary, when the superhuman's soul is defeated, the spiritual scars will also be projected into reality—just as a person whose spirit is infected and out of control will deform his body into a monster.

The memory fragments exchanged unconsciously by hundreds of players completely crushed the will and strangled the soul of the white-robed priest. The body under the ruins, like his own soul, turned into dust and dissipated without a sound.

The spiritual realm disappears, and the player's soul projection is released from restrictions and returns to their respective imprints.

This purely spiritual confrontation between a pair of more than 100 players lasted less than 30 seconds...

Miaobi Shenghua got up from the ground, looked around inexplicably: "Hey, I'm all right again?"

"What's the matter, why did you all fall apart all of a sudden?" Yang Ying, who was helping Miao Bi Sheng Hua to clean up the bones, saw that she moved again, and asked curiously while returning Miao Bi Sheng Hua's leg.

"I don't know, I just couldn't move, and I couldn't see anything." Miaobi Shenghua scratched his head and said, "Uh... It's not completely invisible, right? I saw some messy pictures in the middle, the resolution is extremely low and It seems to be playing at dozens of times the speed, which is inexplicable."

The player next to him who was also packing up his skeleton equipment said in surprise, "Eh? Everyone is the same? I thought it was only my side that had a bug."

"Me too, I thought I was stuck, and I'm going to be forced to log out and log in again." Another player with a blank face said.

"I'll go to the official website to complain later, are you running the boss? Give me this kind of bug." Take the medicine for me and pick up the crystal of God's favor again, and said uncomfortably, "Oh, yes, there is still a fifth-level boss that I haven't found yet. Come on, everyone, look for it!"

More than a hundred players who encountered a "card bug" and fell apart on the spot, packed up their outfits, and searched for the "level five boss" in the ruins with others as if nothing had happened.

This "Level [-] Boss"... Players can't find it naturally.

Only find BOSS drops.

Among the ruins, the players found a "perfect seed of evil gods and gods (legendary)", more than 20 pure magic crystals, a purple robe of the highest quality, a pair of enchanted boots, and a beautifully decorated, Give it to Lao Yang to exchange for a ring with three thousand territorial prestige and a few thousand copper coins (actually a space ring).

Surrounded by this pile of explosive drops, the players were stunned for ten seconds.

"——We haven't exerted our strength yet, and the BOSS fell down?" He gave me the medicine with a confused expression on his face.

"There is such a nonsense thing? The fifth-level boss was crushed to death by the collapsed building caused by the fourth-level boss?" Miaobi Shenghua looked dazed.

A group of players were messed up by Lei Defeng.

"This is a bug, it must be a bug, who game planning and design boss battle is so messy?!"

"For those who are on the horse, the battle is over without using the skills, and there is no game experience at all!"

"Is this sand sculpture game going to close down, can such outrageous bugs come out?"

The complaints are the complaints, these players are still very honest... Collect the drops, and continue to rummage in the ruins...

When using the identification technique to find the boss, the players found that there are still a lot of valuable goods under the ruins. The game experience can be lost, and the spoils of war must not be missed.

While the players were rummaging through the loot with great interest, the civilians in the depths of the valley, who were awakened by the sound of the temple collapsing, came over with torches, led by the few remaining men in black robes.

The bonfire on the flagstone square was still burning fiercely, and all the "Holy Servants" and "Holy Attendants" who stumbled over were stunned when they saw the miserable appearance of the temple.

"How is this going?!"

"God, what happened??"

The players who were searching for loot in the ruins looked out, and saw that a group of yellow-named NPCs approached them, so they ignored them and continued to work on their own.

When the player appeared, a group of "sacred servants" and "sacred attendants" discovered that the ruins of the temple were densely packed with undead, and they backed away, roaring and screaming.

Retreating to the edge of the square on the other side of the temple, the "Holy Servants" and "Holy Attendants" saw in horror... dozens of black-robed believers who were disarmed, bound hands and feet, and casually thrown on the ground.

This group of civilians suddenly cried for their fathers and mothers... The temple collapsed, the believers were tied up, the holy church was over, and the holy servants and servants could not do it!

The player couldn't understand what the NPCs were yelling, and was still in the mood to beep: "The atmosphere team came here after everything was over. The design of this boss battle is really sand sculpture."

"Create the scene with your heart, do the task with your feet, and sooner or later the hot chicken game will take pills."

"That's right, if you don't do a serious mission plot well, you'll know how to create a bunch of disgusting people before you step on the horse."

"Sprinkle a handful of rice on the keyboard, and chickens know more about plots than planners!"

On the Barcelo River, Yang Qiu, who has never provoked anyone, has faint veins appearing on his forehead.

After these players finish panning for gold from the ruins, N update prompts will immediately pop up on the mission panel:

"The side mission has been updated."

"The Lonely Watcher"

"After a hard fight, you successfully wiped out the cult lair reported by the townspeople of Kata Town."

"These hateful believers may have the information Zombie Frank needs. It's best to take them all back."

"Hand the cultist over to Frank: 0/59"

"The side mission has been triggered."

"Protection of Civilians"

"You found many bewitched civilians in the cult lair."

"These civilians don't know where they came from, and they can't be left alone in the wilderness. You need to find a way to protect these civilians before the Undead Chamber of Commerce sends people to take over this place."

"Comfort and protect the bewitched 221 civilians until the Undead Chamber of Commerce comes to take over: 0/1"

"Warning: During the duration of the protection mission, for every injured civilian, all mission participants will deduct 100 territory reputation points; for every missing/dead civilian, all mission participants will deduct 500 territory reputation points per person."

Players: "??"