Game of Destiny: This player is different.

If he continued to forcibly mobilize the magic circuit, it is estimated that his blood vessels would burst and die before the spell was finished.

"I...I'll come."

Gritting her teeth, Su Mali staggered to her feet, picked up the [Chariot] card tremblingly, and squeezed out the last trace of psionic activation.

The phantom of the sword appeared out of thin air, whirling and rushing into the sky to complete the knife.

If you can't destroy it, you can run away.

Fortunately, the goal was achieved, and the black cavity was completely shattered.

This process seems to be very long, but it actually takes place in just a few seconds.

Sensing the projection of the gods whose black cavity was destroyed, he finally had emotional fluctuations.

【Hateful and shameless person, I swear in the name of Irene that your disrespect will never be tolerated! 】

The sound of ecstasy from far and near, mixed with anger, echoed in everyone's ears.

Then a figure fell rapidly from the clouds, creating a strong wind to slow down before hitting the ground.

The projection of the half-human, half-snake god floated to the ground, and the golden eyes showed anger.

It's just that it's unclear whether this anger stems from the destruction of the black cavity or something else.

"Can you still fight?"

Roman held his shield and asked nervously.

In terms of damage resistance, he does his part, but he can single out one-on-one with long-distance output-type divine creatures... I guess he will only be passively beaten.

"Strive for 60 seconds."

Safia was leaning on a magic staff, her face was so pale that she was about [-] levels of beauty: "I estimate that it can recover [-]%."

Su Mali was more straightforward, lying on the ground with her corpse upright, her slightly heaving chest proved that she was not dead.

Well, one is semi-disabled, one is severely disabled, and the other is missing, so I can only rely on myself.

Roman's mouth was full of bitterness, and he silently took out a long sword to prepare for the fight.

On the other side, the enemy seemed to be really angry, and a lot of divine energy dissipated.

The powerful oppression far surpassed the previous one not only made the player look ugly, but even the night watchman who was about to come to help had difficulty breathing and could not move an inch.

A large number of extraordinary elements converged around the projection of the gods, and violent and violent currents began to linger around the body.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang in the gloomy sky, as if ten thousand thunderclaps were about to fall.

Roman's forehead couldn't help but slippery with cold sweat.

The remaining psionic energy can still be used once [Wall of Holy Light], can it withstand it?

He was at a loss.

Time flies, the aura of the projection of the gods has swelled to the peak, and the crackling thunder elements condense into several giant thunder guns that are more than ten feet long.

Ten?Twenty?

Too many for Roman to count.

But he knew that if he couldn't handle this trick, there would be nothing left.

【If you are disrespectful, you will never be lenient...】

"Ah~ Hehehe~"

Suddenly, a very mocking voice interrupted the final sentence of the projection of the gods.

The voice was very abrupt and very clear.

She subconsciously looked towards the ground, but saw a...

chicken?

White, the size of half a palm, with an angry expression.

The almost negligible short wings flapped rapidly, and the sharp chicken beak continued to make annoying sounds.

What the hell?

The projection of the gods, who had never seen such a strange species, fell silent.

"Ah~ hehehe~"*N

Before he could figure out the situation, there were several more chicken crows.

Following the prestige, a large number of white chickens with the same shape and angry expressions were running towards him in a uniform order with short legs.

Not only the projection of the gods, but Roman, who was waiting in full force, was also confused.

This situation reminded him of the charity fundraising rubber duck race he had seen in Chicago.

But that is to let the little yellow duck drift by itself with the wind and current.

It's the first time I've seen a white chick like this one that can run freely and keep making magical noises.

Vigorously, as many as 50 chickens rushed to the side of the projection of the gods, chirping non-stop.

Just when the latter was annoyed by the noise and was about to be destroyed in one fell swoop.

All the white chickens stopped screaming as if they had received an order, and looked up at the target with exactly the same expression.

As the color on their body becomes more and more red, more and more red.

Then, explode.

boom! ! !

The huge explosion shock wave is engulfed in blazing heat, directly tearing the body of the white chicken, and instantly engulfing the projection of the god with an unstoppable and unmatched force.

The chain reaction caused by the fierce collision of the fire elements caused the giant thunder guns gathered around to explode, further expanding the power of the explosion.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Roman's eyes widened, and he didn't even think about launching the last [Wall of Holy Light] to resist the violent impact that swept across.

A large area of ​​land was blown away, and countless vegetation and mudstones were turned into dust.

The scorching air wave even spread to the housekeeper Lulu and others who were a hundred meters away, forcing them to find shelters quickly.

Even in Ayoulun Village, which is far away, one can see a huge mushroom cloud rising slowly.

"I can't hold it anymore!"

Roman, who was in the center of the explosion, shouted loudly, and the phantom of the giant shield that was propped up cracked and cracked with spider webs.

The 50 white chickens are just the fuse, and the several giant thunder guns condensed by the projection of the gods are the main reason for this situation.

Simply put, 1+1>2.

One of the 1s is several times larger than the other 1.

Safia and Su Mali were also shocked, an explosion of this magnitude was no less than a tactical nuclear bomb.

It is not at all the level that the current player strength can resist.

"Hurry up, I can hold on for a few seconds!"

Roman almost shouted this sentence.

It's not that he drank blood and went to death like home, but that when the shield was removed at this time, everyone couldn't live.

It's better to let the teammates leave first, and then forcefully teleport by yourself, maybe there is still a glimmer of life.

At this moment, [Final Stage Task: Fame Moves the World.Go deep into the village of Ayulun, stop the evil god from coming 1/1, completed.Players can choose to stay for 5 minutes or send directly]

The long-lost system prompt rang in Su Marie's ears.

He was overjoyed, and grabbed Roman and Safia's arms: "The mission is completed, let's go together!"

"What about Qin Shisan?"

"He cherishes his life very much, and it's absolutely fine."

The next moment, the three players chose to teleport one after another and returned to the real world.

...

The explosion that lasted for a long time finally subsided, and the entire swamp was almost razed to the ground, turning into an open plain with the smell of scorched earth.

Amidst the billowing gunpowder, a figure riding a mechanical rabbit appeared bouncing across the rough terrain and finally landed in front of a deep pit.

Here is where the explosion starts.

The projection of the gods has long since disappeared, leaving only the charred humanoid corpse with its broken body lying on the edge of the pit.

"Sacrifice yourself, just to keep this world from being touched by the gods.

I guess you never intended to get out of the swamp alive in the first place. "

Qin Nuo, who was riding on the mechanical rabbit, shook his head helplessly, and said to the baron's corpse who couldn't make any response.

He landed lightly, took out the temporary night watchman nameplate that had not been returned and stuffed it in the opponent's hand.

It can be regarded as a tribute to this baron who has a complex personality but cares about the country.

When he got up, Qin Nuo noticed that there seemed to be something under the corpse.

After pushing it away, I found that it was the statue of the goddess who communicated with Irene.

After thinking for a moment, he put away the statue and the mechanical rabbit, took a deep look at the devastated land, and chose to teleport away.

Chapter 403

The living room is still the familiar living room, clean, tidy and spotless.

The placement of every daily necessities seems to be out of order, but in fact it fits the daily habits of the house owner very well.

Serious, rigorous, paranoid.

Qin Nuo glanced at the wall clock in the living room, it was exactly the same as before the teleportation.

It also fits the script world setting of the fate game.

It's just an inexplicable feeling like a world away.

It is estimated that when Captain America was fished out of the North Pole by S.H.I.E.L.D., he felt the same way.

He shook his head, unloaded all kinds of extraordinary props on his back, took off the beak mask stained with sweat and grout, turned around and took out a large roll of PV raincloth.

It's 11 midnight on Thursday.

According to the normal schedule of healthy high school monks, there should be homework review time ranging from half an hour to 40 minutes.

Make sure that after sorting out what you have learned that day, drink the hot milk handed by your mother in one gulp, then simply wash up, change into pajamas, and lie down on the bed with satisfaction.

Fall into a deep sleep in the soothing and melodious light music of Wangyiyun to help sleep.

Ensure 7 hours of adequate sleep to cope with the intense study of the new day.

However, there are always exceptions.

First of all, the script tasks that lasted for more than half a month accumulated a lot of things that needed to be dealt with.

Secondly, tomorrow is an off-campus camp and there is no class.

Then, Qin Nuo lives alone, and whether he sleeps or not depends on his own subjective wishes.

"I guess I'll have to stay up late tonight."

Muttering to himself, he spread out the raincloth, and put all kinds of extraordinary props on it.

"Weapons and equipment are easy to say, even if you don't need them, you can sell them in the Treasure Pavilion to restore blood, but..."

Qin Nuo dragged his tail and cast his eyes on a few items among them.

The organs and tissues cut from the earth dragon, the original armor worn by Mother Teresa, and the statue of Irene who can communicate with gods and summon projections.

Especially the last one.

"This is the real world, and it's also a big planter where animals are not allowed to become spirits and gods forbid.

Even if Eileen wants to get involved, she has to weigh whether she is qualified enough. "

Thinking so, he stretched out his hand to touch the dilapidated, jet-black statue of Irene that was heavily damaged by the Syrian war.