Quadruple split.

Chapter 550 The effect is outstanding
let's go back in time a little bit

In the morning of the same day, the game time is AM05:10
Southeast Continent, Violet Empire, Marshall Territory West

"Everyday~everyday~is the same~"

Accompanied by a loud singing with a slightly mechanical texture, two low-level saber tigers whose strength is slightly higher than that of ordinary beasts soared into the air, and smashed back to the ground heavily after two seconds.

"Occasionally ~ sudden ~ whimsy ~"

The big hand with the flow of blue light suddenly raised, firmly grasped the long sword that came through the air, and pulled its master who was covered in black robes to the front of him.

"As long as there is ~ Cordova~"

The huge bladed staff swung out casually, blasting two mid-level spells that fell from the sky in the air.

"Fantasy~can~unlimited~extended~"

The tall rune creation raised its head to the sky and roared loudly, and then instantly killed the black-robed man in front of him whose weapon was clamped with a gorgeous over-the-shoulder throw.

"Unlucky~share with me~"

The Punisher's Staff was held high above the head, and then it spun rapidly under the driving of its master, as if it had turned into some kind of bamboo dragonfly with heavy firepower.

"When you are sad ~ stay ~ by your side ~"

Even though he turned his staff vigorously, the macho man who still had no sign of taking off took small steps and jumped forward.

"Kiss~his~magic staff~"

The two men in black robes who were almost collapsed desperately fired low-level magic, roaring 'Don't come here, ahhhh', but they still couldn't slow down the romping strong man in front of them.

"You can forget ~ troubles ~"

Like a steamroller, Córdoba rushed to the two of them, rolling over those innocuous magic, grinning a smile with eight teeth, and then sang in a concluding tone: "Bazahei!"

"Your strength is worthless!"

"Your attack is pointless!"

The two, who were almost in despair, yelled in unison, and launched a 'whisper' at Cordoba with the loudest volume in their lives, and then...

Boom! !Boom! !
The two pools of bursting blood were scorched on the ground, and they just confessed it in this life.

Of course, in the eyes of Córdoba, who has turned on the "minor sensory protection system", those two people just suddenly changed into the painting style in the domestic preschool education film many years ago, and then further turned into two mosaics That's all, the scene can be said to be very harmonious.

Two minutes later, Cordoba, who had enjoyed singing and playing well, carried the Punisher Staff on his shoulder, opened the message bar and reconfirmed the location with Futaba, and then continued on the journey...

That's right, he added Futaba's friend as early as the first day he set off from the City of Light. After briefly explaining his intention to help eliminate demons and defend the way, he received appreciation, care, condolences, Grateful and have detailed information about the 'Marshall Family Slave Trafficking Incident', and then began to rush on the road without stopping.

It has to be said that Futaba's eloquence is many times better than that of Mo Tan in the "absolutely neutral" state. Under her impromptu "explanation", Cordoba's speech to Buffy The anger of Marshall and his family seems to have exploded. Coupled with the "old hatred" that indirectly killed him before, this big brother who is too powerful to be a player now just wants to blow up Marshall's family and make that conscienceless The beasts were boiled.

And this is what Futaba is happy to see.

In fact, after hacking into the online gathering of Mo Tan and others, Futaba has been playing with Cordoba's idea, planning to turn this strong player who is firmly ranked second in the player's combat power rankings into a player when necessary. The temporary tool was for her own use, but before she could free up her gloves, that guy 'Hei Fan' actually delivered it to her door, it's really not too considerate!

As a result, the girl immediately passed Cordoba's friend request after getting the news, and then started a series of exchanges with Motan (absolute neutral/chaotic neutral) with a new ship character design that she had never seen before.

In front of Futaba's disguise that can handle most people, Cordoba limped as expected.

In his (instilled) impression, Futaba has become a "gentle, kind, polite, caring, quality, thoughtful, straightforward, generous, innocent, and occasionally a good girl who likes to play pranks" , although it is not my favorite type, but it can give him a feeling of "smart and talented little girl next door", definitely a netizen worth making friends with.

However, in the depths of his heart, there was also a faint thought of 'it's best not to have too much intersection with this girl', so he regarded the Violet Empire as his last stop, and secretly decided to end this battle Go back to Tianzhu Mountain.

All in all, under the premise of spending a lot of rune energy and rushing at full speed, Cordoba finally felt the Marshall Territory in the early morning of the day of the decisive battle, and also encountered a small accident...

To put it simply, not long after he entered the western border of the Marshall Territory, he saw a group of strange-looking people in black robes gathered on the side of the road and muttering something, and at the feet of these people, there were more than a dozen people who looked like civilians. Cordova, who was quite nosy about the corpse, strode over to check the situation.

As a result, the other party actually attacked him the moment he saw him. His reaction was quick and his movements were quick, and he knew at a glance that he had a lot of experience in killing.

Therefore, who made those dozens of corpses was clearly revealed.

Corvo didn't talk nonsense, he threw off his arms and pinched the girls.

In the end, it didn't matter if he didn't pinch it. After he pinched it, he realized that the people in front of him turned out to be the kind of cultists he had seen in the holy mountain Sumer.

And then……

The previous scene appeared, and Cordova killed them all, and after editing the matter into a message and sending it to Futaba, he continued on his way until the game time AM06:59:59 and forcibly logged out. After a normal day, I re-logged into the game at PM07:00 on the same day, and continued on my way.

……

Game timeAM09:54
Thirty miles west of Mithril City, the main battlefield

【How is it possible, why even this kind of thing is counted...】

Gavin, who was leading a small number of elite and high-level Whispering Cultists of the Second Slavery Regiment in the posture of an orc aunt, bit her yellow teeth lightly, raised the flintlock gun in her hand, and pulled the trigger of the two Bauhinia guards who rushed straight ahead. Barely restraining the opponent's charge, at the same time, several high-ranking Whispering Cultists took a step forward at the same time, murmured something in a low voice, causing dozens of Baroca Panshan Knights to fall off their horses and be beaten The large-scale water magic of several masters of the slave hunting group rushed aside.

This is the outer edge on the west side of the battlefield, and it is also one of the few places where there is no large-scale fighting. But even so, the sounds of fighting, shouting and screaming in the distance are still endless. At every moment, an unknown number of tyrannical vigor and tyrannical elements exploded continuously, harvesting fresh lives.

[-] against [-], a total of more than [-] people, the war almost entered a fever pitch, and the Knights of Buffy's Sword and the Knights of Panshan fell at least four figures in the first confrontation. Under the protection of the Mercury Guards and the main force of the Second Slave Catchers, the Ice Curtain Mage Group continued to jointly cast spells. Although most of the time they used the Ice Rain and Surf Spells with the shortest preparation time and the lowest level, they still used extremely High efficiency is reducing the number of lord coalition forces.

But on the other hand, the wolf cavalry of Fire Claw and Simon's Night Watcher Legion were not idle during this period of time. During these two long hours, they had already tore through the defense lines of the Second Slave Catching Regiment six times, almost Ninety percent of these elite retired veterans were slaughtered, eating away at each other like locusts. Although the counterattacks of the Mercury Guard and the Mage Corps could make them drop nearly a hundred corpses every time, the wolf cavalry and The follow-up Bloodclaw Guards did not retreat half a step, and took full damage head-on, suppressing the battle damage of the Night Watcher Legion to an extremely low level.

This is not because of how close they are to the Simon family. There is only one reason why these people are so desperate, and that is that they have an enmity with the enemy in front of them... Bloody enmity! !

"Kill them all! Bastards!!"

Blackscar Nazgrel roared loudly. The wolf cavalry commander grabbed the reins in his hand, driving the huge black-maned worgen under him to stand up. Er] chopping down with a bang, actually swung a dark blue light wheel nearly five meters wide, beheading seven or eight members of the Ice Curtain Mage Group who were too late to withdraw in an instant, and then raised the saber in the other hand , drenched in blood and roared: "Let them pay with blood!"

The wolf cavalry quickly caught up with the commander who had rushed out of touch with the main force. They waved the weapons in their hands with open eyes, and tried their best to kill any enemy who could not escape their attack range in time. At the same time as the war wolf slammed left and right, it was constantly using its fangs and claws to help its knights tear apart the enemy.

"eye for eye!!!"

The knights roared hoarsely, on the one hand to express their emotions, and on the other hand because they needed to rely on this yelling behavior to concentrate, otherwise, the brain-infused demons that enveloped the entire battlefield The sound will get into my ears that I wish I could get deaf, disturbing my thoughts.

"Great river~ Flowing east~ Orangutans on the ground, somersault!"

"Hey hey hey, hey hey hey!!"

"Golden hoop, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!"

"Chasing dreams, chasing dreams, chasing dreams, performing arts circle circle circle circle circle circle circle!"

"Rub rub! Rub rub! Steps like a devil! Like an old monster coming!"

"Braces girl! What a beauty! My sister has such strong and beautiful legs!!"

I don't know when it started, these weird, scary, sick, and carefully listened to even contain some kind of mysterious logic and rhythm of the "voice" has been resounding in every corner of this battlefield, they come from scattered in various theaters In all kinds of voices, such as voices with a huge base, pentatonic voices, unrestrained, unruly, ugly, drake voices, and broken gongs, we have created a cool BGM that has never been seen before or since. It is tormenting the body and mind of every listener, destroying the three views of every hearing person, just like a cruel rape only aimed at the level of thinking!

A frenzied melody sung by a singer may become some kind of art; sung by an ordinary person, it may become a joke; sung by a tone-deficient person, it may become a torture...

Well, if there are seven or eight kinds of insane melodies, two or three thousand people who do not agree with the concept of "music" in the eyes of colleagues, leaders, and subordinates, and are even some kind of natural enemies, divide into groups, divide into melodies, and neatly Singing it out, coupled with the spreading of countless amplifying circles, what kind of grand occasion will there be?
In the original words of the creator of this nightmare, Mo Tan, it is "an auditory feast to cleanse the body and mind".

An auditory feast regardless of enemy or friend!

An auditory feast that wants to live and die!

A soul-stirring auditory feast!

An auditory feast... an auditory feast that can greatly reduce the power that the Whispering Cultists can exert, and even make them unable to exert their abilities!

"Your armor means nothing... meaning... meaning!"

Bah! !

An uncle who looked like an ordinary farmer staggered and flew forward. The iron sword in his hand brought out three sword flowers, which turned into afterimages and slashed on a thick tower shield one after another.

Then he was slapped on the ground by the Fernand iron gate warrior who was not as tall as the shield behind him. When he looked up, he saw the latter curled his lips in disgust, then covered his ears with one hand, and walked over here holding the edge of the shield with the other. Two steps, followed by a burst of slamming: "The one who protects your head... What kind of stuff... Where are you going to cut, you are mentally ill!"

As a result, the Whispering Cultist who failed to perform his exercises was crushed to death.

Naturally, he didn't die from mental illness. Although this mid-level swordsman who believed in evil gods must not be mentally normal, his move just now was actually quite clever. Simply put, he planned to use his "lord" The power of the sword makes the opponent's defense invalid, so that the next two changes in the sword skill can easily take the life of the shield soldier.

In theory, it's a nice idea.

In fact, the possibility of this idea becoming a reality is quite high.

If... without the BGM that echoed in every corner of the battlefield and refused to stop for a moment, this cultist might have really succeeded.

Obviously, the seemingly incomprehensible power of the Whispering Sect actually has flaws, and I have been paying attention to, observing, and researching this sect and this evil god since a long time ago... the old military doctor Mo Tan, Huadian was successfully discovered.

After combining many examples and obtaining a large number of battle records about the Whispering Sect from Huo Yanyang, Mo Tan made a very reliable hypothesis, that is, the power of the Whispering Sect is essentially an infinitely close It is based on the power of self-suggestion and self-deception, but different from spiritual magic, through the medium called 'whispering', when the affected person is successfully disturbed to cognition, a certain power will make the disturbed The last 'false' turned into 'reality'.

But using 'whisper' requires concentration, otherwise the intensity of the suggestion will be greatly reduced.

So before the start of the war, Mo Tan thought of a very pertinent idea for everyone, that is, from among the [-] soldiers, [-] people who sing the worst songs will come out, and he will personally train them for one class, and then send these people Distributed to the entire battlefield in an orderly manner. After the battle begins, through methods such as amplifying magic, props, and skills-speak!
The effect is outstanding.

Five Hundredth Chapter 17: Final

(End of this chapter)