Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

The time when Yang Qiu ordered the skeleton fleet to bombard the waters of the port area of ​​Creek City was nine o'clock in the morning in the alien time.

The first batch of undead arrived at the base of Creek City and began to attack the city gates and defenses frantically. It was one o'clock in the afternoon in another world.

The earth plane has entered the peak period of online players. The army of undead, who are advancing one after another, are gradually tearing the gaps in the city defense. The defending generals have been unable to regain the occupied defense line of the city. It is four o'clock in the afternoon in another world.

For the players... the siege activities that only started after dinner went online, but for the aborigines of Creek City, they had already spent most of the day trembling under the threat of war and the crisis of breaking the city...

The outer city, where the sound of fighting on the city wall could be heard in the distance, was completely silent at this moment. The terrified citizens all closed their doors, and the whole family hid in their homes shivering, desperately praying that this nightmare day would pass quickly.

In the inner city where the sound of fighting is not heard, the tense and depressive atmosphere is more severe than in the outer city. There are few people on the empty streets, and occasionally a carriage of a decent family rushes by, which can also be felt from the anxiety of the coachman. Some clues can be seen from the appearance.

The young non-commissioned officer wearing the gorgeous armor of the private soldiers of the nobles and riding a lizard horse rode his horse through the dead and silent outer city into the inner city, passing by the panic-stricken servants of decent families on the streets of the inner city, hurriedly Rush to the direction of the Lord's Mansion.

The Mansion of the Earl of Gekkat, one of the four great nobles of the Rhine Kingdom, can be regarded as the most popular place in the city at the moment. Came to visit the earl's carriage, full of servants of respectable people.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

At this time, the private soldier officer didn't care about which family's family crest was hung on these carriages, and which family's servants he could not offend. He violently waved his whip to drive away the coachman and servants, and savagely passed through the full traffic jam amidst the complaints. street.

Squeezing in front of the earl's mansion, the private soldier turned over and jumped off his horse, threw the reins to the male servant who came up, and ran into the mansion sweating profusely.

"The city wall can't stand it anymore?!"

The second son of Earl Gekkat Ann, who is nearly fifty years old but looks like Master Gladstone who is only in his early thirties, almost missed the exquisite teacup in his hand.

"How could this be? Isn't there as many undead as our defenders! Which trash is in charge of the command now, so incompetent!"

Gladstone, who had been an earl for decades, was furious, and habitually smashed the teacup in his hand at the private soldier who rushed back to report.

The private soldier didn't dare to dodge, and hastily lowered his head slightly, "catch" the flying teacup with his helmet, and the tea in the cup splashed all over his face.

Naturally, Master Gladstone would not be too polite to his own dog. The angry young master jumped up from his chair, scolded the trash who commanded the city defense, and then sternly slammed towards the honest man. The private soldier kneeling on one knee kicked a few times before leaving in a hurry.

When passing by the large living room full of guests, Master Gladstone, who did not hide anything in front of his private sergeant, took a few deep breaths, forcibly suppressed his anxious expression, and acted confidently and calmly.

After impatiently perfunctory the guests who anxiously came up to inquire about the situation, and getting rid of these guys who were only counting on the Earl's House to arrange a way out for them, Master Gladstone was able to get out to see his father.

The Earl of Gekkat Ann lived in seclusion all year round, and he seldom received foreigners. Most of the affairs in the Earl's mansion were handled by the second son Gladstone. It was really a major matter that Master Gladstone could not handle, so he asked his father for advice.

Gladstone only led his trusted deacons and servants, and hurriedly trotted all the way to the east side of the mansion, exited the crowded main courtyard, passed through the atrium, and walked through the deep garden for a while before catching up. Go to the other courtyard where my father lives.

This secluded courtyard, which can never be seen from outside the Earl's Mansion, is... not deserted at this moment.

Gladstone left the male servant outside the courtyard and led the deacon into the courtyard. Hundreds of men and women in different dresses and gloomy temperament scattered in twos and threes in the courtyard looked over in unison.

Master Gladstone turned a blind eye, walked towards the two-storey big house in the courtyard with his head held high, but the deacon who followed him all the way turned pale and lowered his head nervously, not daring to look around casually.

There are also many people in the house.

In the main hall on the first floor, on the couch near the floor-to-ceiling windows, sat a dozen or so nobles in luxurious costumes.

Behind the sectional sofa was a long row of high-backed chairs, on which sat nobles who were equally well-dressed but of a slightly lower status.

In addition to these people who are qualified to sit, there are also many believers in black robes scattered in the hall.

Among the combined sofas, on the single sofa facing the door, sitting is Earl Gekkat in a soft spider silk uniform.

Master Gladstone left his trusted deacon by the door, strode to the sofa, and bowed respectfully: "Father."

Earl Getetan slowly turned his neck and looked at his second son.

Master Gladstone, who could always remain calm in front of outsiders, couldn't help but tremble slightly the moment he made eye contact with "father".

Even the "second son" is nearly fifty years old. Theoretically, the nobleman of the Rhine Kingdom and the lord of Takia, Earl Gekkatian, who should be nearly eighty years old, does not look very old.

The old earl sitting on the large single sofa, although his physique is not as strong as a professional-level powerhouse, but just looking at it with the naked eye, it can be judged that this person is quite strong and healthy - sitting posture is straight, his back does not show the slightest rickety; It is enough to support the large spider silk clothes, and the body atrophy that the elderly should have can not be seen; the wrinkles on the face can only be seen around the eyes and lips, and the cheeks, forehead, chin and other parts are still very full.

If he appeared at the same time as Master Gladstone, claiming to be Gladstone's brother, it would not arouse much suspicion.

But... this is only limited to the case where the old earl does not speak or move.

When the old earl stared straight at the "second son" for a few seconds and spoke, the dull and stiff voice, the slow enunciation similar to the "zombie NPC speech speed" set by Yang Qiu, and... Sometimes only the lips tremble, and other facial muscles do not participate in the weird expression, even ordinary people who know nothing about occultism can detect something is wrong.

"How's the situation outside?" the old earl said slowly and word by word.

Gladstone lowered his eyelids meekly, and replied respectfully: "The undead have already attacked the city wall."

If these words were spoken to the guests waiting in the big living room, I don’t know how many people would scream on the spot, and then reveal all kinds of ugly expressions that are in constant panic.

Saying it in this other courtyard...the people present didn't have much reaction.

At least these equally respectable nobles sitting near Earl Gekkat Ann didn't respond.

The group of people on the high-backed chairs at the back showed a slightly nervous look, but it seemed as if the slow-motion button had been pressed.

Out of the corner of Gladstone's eye, he saw the stiff reactions of these sitting nobles, but...it didn't look like they were facing his "father"

She was so afraid at the time, but she showed a trace of envy.

Only the deacon standing by the door lowered his head desperately, not daring to look at anyone in the hall.

A few seconds after Gladstone's voice fell, a nobleman sitting on the couch spoke, his speech was slightly faster than the old earl's, and the "movement" on his face was more lively than the old earl's: " It seems that the Nightmare Butcher really wants to drive us all to extinction."

After a gap of several seconds, another nobleman said: "Of course he will not show mercy, and the 'Pleasure Sect', 'Tuoya Sect', and 'Eternal Life Sect' that were reluctant to withdraw in time were almost wiped out by him. "

"It's ridiculous, how can those sects that are not popular compared with me and others."

"Thinking that the artillery fire that is far inferior to the alchemy cannon is enough to threaten us, the Nightmare Butcher is too arrogant."

"Some lesson should be taught to this arrogant fellow."

After a strangely slow reprimand, the older lady among the only two ladies on the sofa set said, "Everyone, the Nightmare Butcher is not that easy to deal with."

Earl Gekatean slowly turned his neck and looked at the lady: "Mrs. Carter, what do you think?"

Mrs. Carter's speech speed was similar to that of the old earl. When she blocked her mouth, her delicately made-up face was as rigid as a doll talking: "When the central region fell, my people happened to be stranded in Rob Town. The God of Pleasure was captured When it was eliminated, my people sensed a little faint breath of void."

As soon as the words "empty breath" came out, all the people present who hadn't reacted much when they heard the undead attacking the city wall all changed their colors.

Carriers of the evil gods are more afraid of the breath of the void than the extraordinary.

When an extraordinary encounters the breath of the void, it is just an increase in the risk of losing control; if it is replaced by a person favored by the evil god, it is an extremely fatal thing-the evil god whose body has sunk in the void will naturally be attracted by the void, causing the gods to be destroyed. strip!

Earl Gekkat Ann, who hadn't experienced any major emotional fluctuations in many years, trembled slightly with his almost dead muscles, and there was a little anger in his dull tone: "This filthy bastard, despicable villain... No wonder he dared to reach out to Takia."

If the words of the old earl were heard by Yang Qiu, Yang Qiu might see through many confusions that he could not solve before, such as the attitude of the Gold Coin Church.

Does the Gold Coin Church really not know that Takia Territory has become the headquarters of the cult and that the nobles of the Taqiya Territory have collectively fallen?

This is too underestimating the Orthodox Church, which has survived two battles of the gods.

Priest Cardinal Atwood, whose illegitimate great-grandson was used as a pawn, knew nothing about it, which is quite logical—this high-ranking priest from Middle-earth is an "outsider" after all, and was excluded from the core secrets It's a very normal thing.

But it would be somewhat ridiculous to say that the Gold Coin Pope was also completely kept in the dark.

Of course, even if Yang Qiu found out about this secret afterwards, he wouldn’t think that the Gold Coin Church and the nobles of the fiefdom of Tachia were colluding together—a mere aristocratic territory is not enough to compete with the Gold Coin Church, which has a diocese that covers several countries. The God sect sat down to discuss cooperation.

The only possibility... It can only be that after comprehensive consideration, the Gold Coin Church thinks it is not worthwhile to clean up the cult den in Takia.

The apologists, holy priests, night watchmen, and priests owned by any church are not Chinese cabbages. They all need to invest time and capital costs to cultivate them. As long as the church's high-level sanity is still there, they will not put their own trained people into the pit fill in.

In other words... the Pope of the Gold Coin Church probably weighed the price to be paid for sweeping the Takia Territory and the benefits he could obtain afterwards, and thought it was a money-losing business, so he chose to turn a blind eye close one eye...

Anyway, the Gold Coin Church has many dioceses, so losing one or two parish believers will not hurt the bones; as long as the Taqiya leader can still receive the tithe tax and don't add too much chaos to the Gold Coin Church on the surface, then he is superior His Majesty the Pope is not unable to pinch his nose and pretend not to see.

Of course, such a disobedient diocese must be a thorn in the heart of the Pope.

Someone jumped out to help the church uproot, and the Pope was naturally happy to see it succeed.

The gold coin church's shrewd approach of making abacus, and putting it on the side of the "whisperer" sect that has been "indulged" for 200 years, will inevitably encourage the crazy expansion of the self-confidence of these lawless people.

The contemporary pope of the "Whisperer" sect and the absolute master of Tachia Territory, Earl Gektean, didn't think that he had no chance of winning against the Nightmare Butcher. Full of confidence.

This great nobleman, whose actual age can hardly be seen from his appearance, put his hand on the armrest of the sofa, stood up mechanically, and said slowly in that strange tone that did not resemble a human voice: "Let's go, everyone, go to that Lessons for the arrogant black mage."