Conquering alien worlds starts from the game

With the development of foreign civilizations to modern times, alchemy products such as alchemy potions have become well-known consumables. Magical technological creations such as airships, steam trains, and pneumatic vehicles are not too rare treasures. Even mystic classics can Found on the bookshelves of ordinary nobles, "Forbidden Magic" is naturally not a field with too high a threshold for understanding for the group of spellcasters and even for people with certain knowledge.

In fact—in the ivory tower, the bounty hunter association, or the library of the Orthodox sect, you can find all kinds of magic spells, rune principles, required consumables, magic array diagrams, etc. , and information related to forbidden magic is not particularly rare.

In a word, "forbidden magic", which was once regarded as a trump card by spellcasters of various schools, is no longer monopolized by a few people, but has become common sense that can circulate normally within a specific group.

Kingsley, a black magician, can not only recognize the "Forbidden Magic - Sigh of the Wind" cast by the wind mage Gloria Stormwind, but also correctly interpret its principle, and roughly judge that Gloria can continue to operate this magic. Time benefits from this circulation.

It was precisely because the spellcasters knew each other quite well about the taboo magic that the other party could cast, that Yang Qiu, who fired four bursts of "Dark Devouring", shocked the three court mages who were watching the battle.

Under the limit state, a high-level spellcaster can cast forbidden magic twice in a row within half an hour. Halfway through, he needs to use potions to restore his mental strength, and he must quickly enter meditation in a safe environment to maintain a stable mental state.

Casting spells four times in a row without any pause in between, this really refreshed the world view of the three court mages—what's even more outrageous is that Yang, who had cast the forbidden magic four times, did not show any signs of fatigue, even as if he had just finished warming up The same, aggressively flew towards the city!

"Is there no end to legendary spiritual power?"

This question arose in the hearts of the three court mages at the same time.

Unfortunately, Yang Qiu has no time to answer them at this time.

The actions of the "Whisperers" sect have angered Yang Qiu.

"The open sacrifice of the soldiers who participated in the battle under the eyes of the public did not intend to let the sergeants who participated in the defense of the city stay alive—anyway, the cause of death of the soldiers who died in battle can be attributed to the siege battle."

Yang Qiu, who flew over the city wall, expanded his mental field and swept it to the entire battle preparation area in the city.

Not surprisingly...he detected a hundred or so cultists divided into three teams and hiding in three buildings.

The four cultists who put their own lives as sacrifices on the city wall were just the first batch of cannon fodder.

Yang Qiu waved the keel staff, and three magic arrays formed in front of him at the same time, and then disappeared simultaneously.

Among the three buildings swept by him, the stone bricks on the floor were pushed away, and the interior space of the building was filled with sharp vines that suddenly emerged. Varying voids.

Yang Qiu, who suddenly got into trouble, didn't take a second look at the three buildings, and closed his eyes to sense the atmosphere in the city.

After all, he is not the best illusionist who is good at spiritual side magic. It is not easy to accurately find the aura of the "Whisperer" in a city where many worshipers of different evil gods are hoarded.

"If the siege of the city can be resolved, the price of [-] soldiers...is not unbearable."

Yang Qiu, who was calm on the surface but agitated like a crater of magma rolling in his heart, tried his best to get rid of useless anger and think rationally about the possible strategies the enemy might adopt.

"Even so, if you still can't break the siege...then at least let the intruder, that is, me, see their determination to resist to the end."

"If you can force me to give in at an unbearable price, and cede the land south of Robe Town as compensation for the truce—no, that's not right!"

Yang Qiu suddenly opened his eyes wide.

In his perception, within about [-] square kilometers of Creek City, there are points that make him feel uncomfortable and have unstable energy fluctuations. The distribution range between the points seems to have a certain sense of déjà vu, It vaguely made him aware that something was wrong.

Creek City is a large city with a permanent population of over 50. It faces the water on the east and the Great Plains on the other three sides.

Because of the tragic experience of being invaded by foreign enemies in the early years, and the eight gates of the three walls were breached, the rebuilt Creek City sealed off the north and west gates, and the city walls were heightened and reinforced, leaving only the south and southwest sides. There are three gates for people to pass through.

Now these three city gates are surrounded by the army of undead, and the east port is also blocked by the skeleton fleet.

And this was deliberately pushed by Yang Qiu—it would take less than 24 hours for the tireless army of players to conquer the city's cliffs. where to go.

Once the city is broken, the undead army and the militia that block the port will enter the city at the same time, and the law and order in the city will be stabilized in less than two hours, and the threat of turmoil encountered by the residents of the city can also be kept to a minimum.

Now, Yang Qiu flew over the city wall and entered the city. Under his endless, seemingly limitless spiritual power, he did not see a large number of people gathering or rioting in the city, and most of the residents were honest and honest. Really stay at home.

It is also because of this that the mental power whose "accuracy" is greatly reduced due to the excessively large detection range can more clearly discover the weird, unreasonable, and point-shaped energy fluctuations.

Connect these points that generate energy fluctuations on the line in my mind to form a super-large sacrificial array map with high-risk, taboo, and forbidden words marked in all mystic books.

The scope of the sacrifice covered almost all the most densely populated areas in the city... that is, the outer city!

The active volcano in Yang Qiu's chest, which was already boiling, almost erupted on the spot.

"Very good—you bastards really pissed off this old man!"

Yang Qiu laughed back in anger, and immediately deduced the core of the formation eye of this sacrificial formation in his mind.

Different sects of evil gods, due to the differences in cults, the details of the sacrificial circles are also different.

Fortunately, the "Whisperer" does not have a cult, and its worshipers have no specific sacrifice specifications to refer to, and they use the oldest "universal" sacrifice array.

And after Yang Qiu was attacked by the tentacles of an unknown ancient god of the rule system, he deliberately collected and consulted some mystical books-this ancient sacrificial array map that had been enlarged countless times, Yang Qiu had not long ago presented it to Inna I saw it in the occult classics borrowed by Bishop Lee Jean of Delly Parish!

After deducing which "point" is the eye of the sacrificial circle, Yang Qiu immediately rushed towards it with a murderous look.

At the same time, the inner city lord's mansion.

In the other courtyard where the old earl "lived in seclusion", the black-robed believers and noble believers had dispersed, leaving only Earl Gekkat'an and his son, Mrs. Carter, and another nobleman who looked like a middle-aged man.

Master Gladstone, who was still radiant half an hour ago, stood trembling and trembling at the foot of the steps in front of the big house, looking at the courtyard with a pale face.

The loyal deacon who had served him for many years collapsed on the cobblestone path in the courtyard that was originally used for walking.

No... only the deacon's torso and lower body are still lying on the promenade.

The deacon's head and arms were held in the hands of Earl Gekkat, Mrs. Carter, and the middle-aged nobleman respectively.

These three core members of the "Whisperers" sect are standing in a triangular distribution in the garden beside the promenade, and are seriously and patiently dripping the blood from the deacon's remnant body into their feet. It has been drawn and buried on the stone array map under the soil.

"Not enough."

Master Gladstone heard Mrs. Carter mutter something.

Then...he saw this lady with exquisite and dignified makeup and a decent lady's long dress, throwing away the deacon's severed arm, holding the skirt with bloody hands, walking gracefully back to the promenade, bending down, picking up picked up the ax that had been thrown aside carelessly, and lifted it up—

Master Gladstone closed his eyes unconsciously.

In the darkness, he heard the dull, but extremely harsh sound of the metal ax cutting through flesh and bone, and chopping bones...

When he opened his eyes again...Master Gladstone saw that Mrs. Carter had returned to her original standing position, holding the thigh of an adult man upside down with one hand, staring intently at the bright red dripping down from the broken thigh blood.

Master Gladstone's legs gave way, and he sat down on the steps.

He saw with his own eyes that "father" called his trusted deacon over, picked up an ax from the garden, and chopped off the deacon's neck.

He also saw... the deacon whose neck had been cut off did not bleed much.

There was only a little blood on the axe, and only a small amount of blood oozed from the broken limbs along the promenade where the body had fallen.

"Father" brought the head to stand in the garden, and the bright red liquid flowed down from the severed neck...

The head held by the father, when the blood just started to flow... was still wriggling its lips, trying to make a sound of begging for mercy.

Master Gladstone was going mad.

He always thought that he, as the second son of the Gokat An family and the de facto ruler of Taqia, knew everything.

And apparently, he didn't know anything.

The middle-aged man seemed to be the first to complete the "division of labor". When he threw away his broken arm and clapped his hands and walked back to the promenade, he still looked at Gladstone who was limp and muddy.

"Count, our young master seems to be terrified." This middle-aged nobleman who couldn't express any vivid expression on his face, and whose tone was so dull that it was hard to hear the emotional fluctuations, probably didn't want to admit that he was different from normal people. Trying to imitate other people's posture, using that stiff tone of voice to say something that seems to be teasing.

Earl Getetan turned his head slightly and looked at the unseemly "Second Son".

"It's just that he has too little knowledge." Earl Gekkat said.

Master Gladstone should have been extremely familiar with the tone of "Father", but at this moment, he suddenly had a strange idea... "Father" seemed to be imitating the expression of a normal person.

Just like this sentence, "Father" seems to want to make a casual look, but..."Father" seems to be unable to do it.

Master Gladstone's complexion became paler, and he had a strong idea of ​​escaping from all this. He wanted to find a place where he could feel safe and hide.

It's just that he couldn't even stand up with his own strength.

Of the three people in the garden, no one cared what the young master thought.

The Earl of Gekkat Ann and Mrs. Carter completed the "division of labor" successively, walked out of the flowerbed full of bright flowers, and walked towards the clean cobblestone promenade.

"Let's get started, those crap won't last long."

Mrs. Carter coldly commented on those black-robed cultists who used their lives - their own lives and the lives of the guarding soldiers - to delay the progress of the undead army's attack on the city, and urged them.

"Don't worry, wait a little longer." The middle-aged man forced a strange smirk on his dead face, and said, "I heard that spell casters are very afraid of being polluted. If the Nightmare Butcher enters the city and activates the magic circle, Isn't that very interesting?"

Mrs. Carter paused.

"It does seem very interesting." Mrs. Carter showed the same weird and awkward smile, "Earl, what do you think?"

Mrs. Carter's weird smiling face is fixed on her head, which can make people feel beautiful as long as you don't look closely.

A saber that was more than two meters long and shone with a cold light cut through Mrs. Carter's right neck from the side. The blade sloped downward and pierced through Mrs. Carter's left shoulder.

A headless horseman wearing a ferocious black armor and riding an undead horse appeared silently behind the three core believers of the "Whisperer".

"what--!!"

Master Gladstone, who was caught off guard and witnessed this scene, screamed in horror.

What made this young master even more heartbroken was that Mrs. Carter, whose head and left shoulder flew into the air, was actually still alive.

The distorted face of the attacked lady glared viciously at the trembling and screaming old and young master, as if she disliked him for making too much noise, and then glared viciously into the air.

The black mage who summoned the headless horseman is slowly falling from the sky.