Instance game: I signed a pact with the gods, and the gods accused me of cheating

The retreat horn sounded from not far away. Ivanov, who was fighting fiercely with Yin Shisan, was stunned for a moment. He turned his head and glanced at the tent in the distance. He saw Shetar holding a half-person-high horn with an anxious look on his face.

"Retreat!? Why retreat? We have an absolute numerical advantage, yet we're still no match for these city defenders, these prodigal dogs? Shetar's mind is truly filled with fear..."

Hearing the retreat horn in the distance, the forty-odd people on the city wall were obviously thrown into a little panic.

Shetar, the coward.

Ivanov gritted his teeth. As soon as this thought crossed his mind, he spat in disdain in his heart. In the last round of dungeons, after the fact that the players in their first district had recruited traitors from the Bad People Organization and surrounded and intercepted other players from the Bad People Organization was exposed, the three people who had just entered the realm of rules were targeted by a man in white. Soon, the battle between the two sides was about to break out. Yin Shisan almost killed one of them with a risk-of-life attitude.

But that scene actually also had a great psychological impact on Ivanov. The combat effectiveness of the players of the same level in the Divine Road was not too different from each other, not to mention that they were still calculating and had props specifically to restrain Yin Shisan. Even so, one of them died in a three-on-one situation... It did leave a certain degree of psychological trauma on people, but Ivanov was not afraid of Yin Shisan now. After all, before the cockroach licking its jade feet appeared, they had actually consumed two or three waves of Zhang Xun's army defending the city in this copy.

It was visible to the naked eye that Yin Shisan's combat effectiveness was declining sharply. Physical strength was not like the blue bar in the game, which could be restored in minutes by restarting the game, not to mention the mental exhaustion. The group of people attacking the city took turns to rest, and Ivanov and Shetar also took turns to attack Yin Shisan and his troops. The two of them took turns, but their conditions were basically at their peak. Compared with Yin Shisan, who could only fight alone to resist the enemy's head combat power every time facing the enemy's attack like a tide, these two Russians with a wretched fighting style had taken advantage of the time, place and people. Now the other people on our side had even attacked the city head. If they retreated and gave up, and waited until the next wave to launch a general attack, it seemed like a waste of time. Who knows, the other side might recuperate for a while and cause some losses to our side in the next round of offensive.

There is an old Chinese saying that goes, "The first push is the best, the second push is weaker, and the third push is exhausted."

Thinking of this, Ivanov gritted his teeth and suddenly became ruthless.

From the current angle on the battlefield where he and Master Yin were fighting, the only thing he could see was the difference in the number of people on both sides. He couldn't understand why, although there were nearly forty people climbing up the city wall, these people had basically lost their combat capabilities due to Qin Shang's deliberate method of fighting in batches.

"Shetar, Shetar, we have already broken through the enemy's basic defenses. Almost all of our people have reached the top of the city wall. However, the enemy's will to resist is strong. We need to give them a heavy blow and completely crush their fighting spirit."

"Attack with all your forces! I demand that you attack with all your forces now!"

The next moment, Ivanov's roar was heard outside the entire city.

"Everyone else, don't retreat!"

Hearing this roar, the rebels on the city wall fell into chaos. Qin Shang, who was mixed in the crowd and constantly used his embroidered shoes to move around and attack the wrists of players, had a mocking look on his face. Unfortunately, Ivanov only responded with a long silence. Seeing that the players of his own camp who had climbed onto the city wall were trying to retreat like a tide, he was even more furious.

"Let them go. Don't chase after a desperate enemy. We don't have the advantage in numbers. Don't fight them to death. They won't launch a general attack this time. Besides, there are definitely rational people among them who can see through my conspiracy..."

Ivanov is a very aggressive person. This kind of person can probably be understood as the type often said on the Internet, "take advantage of your weakness to kill you." Seeing his own people retreating, Ivanov's rhythm in resisting Yin Shisan's offensive was disrupted.

He couldn't understand why there was no movement from Shetar for such a long time, especially since his emotions were fluctuating and his movements were a bit slow. His opponent, Master Yin, immediately seized the opportunity and a folding fan appeared in his hand like magic. The moment he unfolded it, Ivanov was horrified and secretly sighed in his heart that something was wrong!

But it is already late.

The sharp sword light exploded between his eyebrows, and Ivanov's heart was filled with shock. At this moment, he finally understood why another player in the Rule Realm like himself was sacrificed in Yin Shisan's desperate killer move. This guy's full-strength attack was so terrifying. The feeling brought to him by the thin sword light was completely different from the third-person perspective. Ivanov had only one feeling in his heart, that is, it was unavoidable and extremely sharp, a feeling of indestructible sharpness.

click-

The sound of something breaking suddenly rang in Ivanov's ears.

It's a heart-protecting mirror.

I once got a rule-based item with a very simple and single function, which was absolute defense, but it only worked once.

This thing is a bit like the matches in Qin Shang's hand. Items like this that are powerful and have relatively easy usage conditions are generally limited in the number of uses set by the Divine Road. Otherwise, if a matchbox doesn't need matches, or if it can produce matches on its own, then Qin Shang can basically kill any god or Buddha with just such a prop...

Just imagine making an unlimited number of wishes, then Qin Shang can definitely come up with a causal relationship. For example, he can wish that Chen Ge Lao has had sex with a woman in the last two weeks, and then wish that this time Chen Ge Lao for some unknown reason did not choose to use safety measures, and then wish that the girl who had sex with Chen Ge Lao is a carrier of some sexually transmitted disease. Making a wish cannot directly change the objective conclusion or the already clearly anchored result of an event, but it is entirely possible to continuously influence the law of causality and rely on making wishes to set up a game.

As the heart-protecting mirror with absolute defensive function shattered and fell to the ground, Ivanov suddenly felt a chill running from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. He clearly felt that he had been to the gates of hell.

If he hadn't had the heart-protecting mirror just now, he had no doubt that Yin Shisan's attack after unfolding the folding fan would have taken his life.

Fear struck deep within.

"Retreat, I must retreat. That bastard Shetar has no intention of coming to reinforce us. Whether it's our battlefield or the battlefield on the other side where the other attacking and defending armies are, Shetar won't send anyone to reinforce us. If I don't retreat and continue fighting, and if the white-robed swordsman launches an attack of the same magnitude as just now, I'm sure my head will be the next to hit the ground."

Thinking of this, Shetar's Adam's apple rolled, and he suddenly pulled back.

The speed was so fast that it even left behind the tall and handsome horse that had just been ridden leisurely.

He looked quite embarrassed as he fled in panic.

On the other side, the enemy troops on the city wall also retreated one after another. Qin Shang roared to prevent the other soldiers on his side who were already red-eyed with killing to chase them. After all, although they were just some remnants of soldiers who had lost their combat ability, the power of their trump cards that could be unleashed when these players were forced into a corner should not be underestimated. He did not intend to cause too much loss to his side in this round of defending the city, so even when he was pretending to defend at the beginning, he did not hesitate to set up a few more archers to let others shoot arrows from the city wall.

More than 20 of them just watched the other side retreat. Although they were eager to watch, no one disobeyed Qin Shang's order. They just stared at the rebels... and left the city wall one by one, supporting each other in a panic.

If Ivanov went to the top of the city wall and asked loudly, why more than 40 of you climbed up to the top of the city wall and couldn't even take down more than 20 guys, the most likely response to him would be cursing, "Fuck you, we are not your tools, can't you see that all of us are injured?"

Yes, almost all of these players were injured without exception, either with their tendons cut or missing limbs. However, for the players on the God Road, missing limbs is not a big deal. They can collect their severed arms and legs and find ways to stop the bleeding. As long as they don't die from excessive bleeding, they can drag it on and meet a player with the doctor profession. Even if it's an arm that's been chopped off, the doctor player can perform a very beautiful surgical operation in minutes to help you reconnect the severed arm.

However, the strange retreat of forty people against twenty still formed a rather elusive picture. When the forty people returned to the tent copy with almost no casualties but all covered with wounds, Ivanov was furious as expected.

However, the target of his anger was not the injured players, but Shetar...

"Fuck it, the group of people I led just now have already reached the top of the city wall, why the hell did you let them retreat?"

"If you had reinforced me at that time, with the forty or so intact soldiers we had, we could have easily defeated the enemy in one fell swoop..."

Hearing this, a hint of obscurity flashed in Shetar's eyes. He glanced at the shrimp soldiers and crab generals in the field, his face as gloomy as if water could drip out.

"You idiot, you still have the right to blame me for this!? Look at these people yourself, do they look like they still have the ability to fight? If the fighting continues there, the casualties of these people will skyrocket, and you call this intact..."

Hearing this, Ivanov frowned and turned to look at the forty people behind him. He hadn't observed them carefully just now, and he didn't know what they were like until he saw them. He was really shocked.

There was not a single person without blood on his body.

"Do you think they still have the fighting power?"

"So what? At least we have the ability to act as a meat shield. If other people come to reinforce us at this time, we can still take down the opponent in one fell swoop."

As soon as these words were spoken, the expressions of the other players on the field changed instantly.

Shetar couldn't help but curse Ivanov in his heart, calling him a fool.

If we take down the enemy in one fell swoop, do you know how many casualties it will cause?

"Anyway, I don't care. I just counted the number of people. We didn't suffer any casualties in the last wave of siege. Next time, I require you to cooperate with me and launch a general attack immediately..."

As soon as Ivanov gave an order, some of the players who had just retreated from the battlefield couldn't help but blurt out.

"Currently, you cannot use [Healing] skills in the dungeon. This type of skill completely limits players with the priest and physician professions. Many of us are now missing limbs and have no combat power at all. If you bring us up for a general attack, you're just sending us to our deaths."

"Yes, yes. If we don't go, the enemy has been almost wiped out by us. They don't have enough weapons and arrows left. If the others come together in one wave, we can win. Why should we, who have just retreated from the battlefield, die?"

"There are also a large number of wounded among us. Those with more serious injuries even had their thighs cut off. At present, they can only be kept alive by simple bandages to stop the bleeding, which is almost equivalent to having no combat effectiveness."

The crowd suddenly became chaotic.

Hearing this, Ivanov's face turned pale. The stubborn and aggressive Russian couldn't stand other people's pretentiousness, especially when it went against his own ideas.

"Damn it, those who are still alive, come with me. Is it possible that there will be no casualties when clearing a dungeon? At least you are not dead now, and many of you are still capable of fighting."

Suddenly, a curse sounded from the national quintessence.

"Damn it, in your eyes Russians, being alive means being able to fight, right? Then if you give birth to a daughter and raise her until she is three or four years old, does that mean she is also able to fight in your concept? Didn't you say that? Being alive means being able to fight."