bad, i'm a fool

Chapter 314 The Holy Son's Oracle (addition for leader Huangmao 9323)

How to delve into the hatred mechanism in the game?
If Boss is regarded as a normal intelligent "person", it seems that there is no way to explain why they have to grab one person and fight, regardless of treatment and others.

"Queyin" naturally tried its best to explain this matter. Except that the target of hatred cannot remain unchanged for a long time, the essence of all skills that increase hatred is the fluctuation of spiritual power.

Skills are spells, and hate spells are a means to falsely expand spiritual fluctuations and make NPCs misjudge the threat of this skill.

The perception of spiritual power fluctuations is almost a breathing instinct for most people with spiritual roots in this world.

But the first machine that became a monk halfway was not.

What is the fluctuation of spiritual power?

Just kill the treatment and DPS first!
Those in heavy armor can go back a little bit, and those who are thieves who use daggers and hold books and sticks in their hands should hurry to the ground.

After the early stage of the game, most players will react like the Simeng players at the moment, and the Iron Triangle is no longer feasible.

"I can't hold it, I can't hold it!"

A heavily armored tank brandished a flail, looking desperately at Han Dongwen flying across the formation with a steel gun in his hand.

"Fuck, it's only a kite!"

A West Asian player gritted his teeth and reasoned, throwing a gun sword in his hand to the side, and the whole person ran in the opposite direction.

"Follow him!"

Han Dongwen yelled and pointed his finger in the direction the player rushed out.

He is very familiar with this trick. When it comes to the use of prayer markers, the No. [-] machine is much better than this.

A petite body with white hair rushed out from behind him, waving a huge hammer that didn't match his body shape.

"Damn it, there are still players making trouble!"

In a battlefield where PVP and PVE are mixed, only those who survive are eligible to open monsters!
Fortunately, the current West Asian players have gained some skills to deal with PVP since they were defeated in the Five Cities last time.

The gun sword in another direction lit up, and the West Asian player showed a disdainful smile at Tang Xiaobei who was in front of him, and raised his knee and pressed it against her stomach.

dizziness!

With the other hand, he took out a second gun sword from behind and stabbed Tang Xiaobei several times.

Fortunately, Tang Xiaobei's extra points were already on the meaty side, and the dense health bar suddenly dropped by one-third, which is still acceptable.

"Mom, what a brat!"

Tang Xiaobei shouted angrily outside the game.

The vertigo time is coming, the West Asian player smiled wildly, and the pale rune light lit up on his whole body.

Prayer Beacon!

His figure quickly dissipated, appearing in the direction of the first gun sword.

This is the escape route only West Asian players have!

However, the second he landed, Han Dongwen in the white robe of Han Yingzong had appeared in front of him like a ghost.

The steel spear pierced out, right in the chest!
The blood bar dropped suddenly, as if the spear had been stabbed in the main artery, and the player gritted his teeth and retreated, which was considered the benefit of the player's insensitivity to pain.

"Fuck me, how can this thing still hurt like this if it doesn't take ridicule?!"

he yelled anxiously.

"Can you have a better attitude?"

Behind him, a beautiful and attractive player character said reproachfully. She looked like a nun, and she looked like a logistics character in cloth armor.

"Baby, milk me!"

The former could only speak with a dark face, and took out two gun swords in his hands again.

"That's right, can you talk well, so I won't..."

The nun player nodded in satisfaction, a scripture in her hand rose automatically without wind, and a round of pale light flashed runes.

However, before she finished speaking, a dagger appeared on that white neck in shock.

"Who is the baby, sister?"

A dark voice came.

At some point, the nun was standing behind the nun holding a pair of daggers that had been covered in dust for a long time.

With a pop, he cut his throat with a knife.

Then, the other hand, which had been dusty for a long time, swung a knife, and slammed the nun's waist with the handle of the dagger.

dizziness!

The second stabbing was clearly a violent blow with a good buff.

The nun looked around in bewilderment, and after a long time of dust, a purple-red powder mist lit up under her body, and her figure dissipated in it.

"Die, if there is a next time, think about who you should follow."

Han Dongwen looked awe-inspiring, and swept away the blunderbuss sword thrown by the player in front of him with the steel gun in his hand, picked him up with a puff, and turned into a white light.

"Damn it...the leader...what are you doing..."

Before the player died, he stretched his hand into the air unwillingly.

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"Your concubines... aren't all... the emperor's playthings?"

In mid-air, fine beads of sweat oozed from Nancy's forehead.

The light screen has been broken, but the pressure Duan Qingzhu put on her in front of her still exists invisible.

The battle between the two of them was almost static, relying entirely on Nancy's spiritual power to fight against Duan Qingzhu's "order".

After hearing Nancy's words, Duan Qingzhu's fat face gave a rare smile:
"Who knows, maybe being Simeng's princess is more interesting than you think?"

"interesting?"

Nancy gritted her teeth and smiled, her expression of compassion had long since disappeared from watching the "live broadcast".

"Forget it, you fat pig is just an emperor's pawn, what did the Simeng people say, a pawn?"

Her hand moved to her waist and drew a sword adorned with ornate gems.

"Aren't you a pawn of that bad old man?"

Duan Qingzhu chuckled, and pointed his sausage-like finger in the direction of Gascon: "At least the emperor of Simeng is quite obedient and pleasing to the eye sometimes."

Nan Xi raised her silver sword, swiped the sword light that drew a cross in front of her twice, and rushed towards Duan Qingzhu.

"Disperse!"

Duan Qingzhu's stomach twitched, and as soon as he drank, the cross sword light suffocated in front of him and shattered into pieces.

It was just a test, and Nancy still looked at the fat man in front of her cautiously.

"Or just shut your mouth and let Nancy kill you, okay?"

She suddenly smiled sweetly and blinked at Duan Qingzhu.

Unexpectedly, Duan Qingzhu didn't even waver for a second, he just smiled and laughed:
"I'm not good at your mouth, I'm sorry."

Nancy bit her lower lip: "Our chastity chief, Hannah, can't do anything to your black-robed lieutenant. I guess the men in Simeng are probably not men!"

Duan Qingzhu raised his hand and touched his chin: "Well...it's a pity that we have built Yihonglou all over the country, and His Highness personally appropriated the funds."

That's the end of the story.

Nancy sighed, half-waving the silver sword in her hand, and stood in front of her with a swish.

"With patience as the carrier, my lord, come down, my lord."

"He who is slow to anger is better than a mighty man. He who rules his own heart is better than a city."

The storm shook, and Nancy's body suddenly shone with scarlet light.

As if coincidentally, on the major battlefields visible to the naked eye, the remaining few knight commanders also suddenly glowed red.

The oracles have been invoked, with one exception.

Tilda looked at Gascon with cold eyes, and after a while, she shifted her gaze to the holy seat behind Gascon.

"So, relying on this child, you can become so much stronger. No wonder you were desperate for me back then."

Gascohen smiled happily and spread his hands: "You are very good, you are very good, but now that the Lord of God has arrived, the Church has enough of this Son!"

Tilda sighed.

"The Lord has never abandoned me, but you have deviated from the right way."

"The false gods you created with bloody hands are the greatest betrayal of Him."

In the strong wind, the ice gun condensed.

In the next second, the giant gun containing majestic mana was thrown out like a bullet, and suddenly stabbed Bota who was sitting on the holy throne.

(End of this chapter)