Chapter 725: Chapter 455: No One Understands Players Better Than Me_3
Like an old man enjoying the shade under a tree, he gently rocked in his chair, accompanied by the soft creaking sounds as he finalized the task and sent it out.
The military personnel and clergy at the rear camp soon heard a clamor. They saw the two thousand Undead Foreigners, who had been standing by, springing into action and swarming out of the camp towards the distant castle.
From the mouths of these Undead Foreigners came shouts that were incomprehensible:
“Get going, get going!”
“Dammit, finally a task! I was about to die of impatience!”
“I know you’re anxious, but try not to rush.”
“During the last version’s Scarlet Battle, I was constantly tormented by this thing. Now watch me wipe out those ‘Fallen Flesh Puppets’!”
“You’ve got it wrong, man. Last version’s were called ‘Fallen Believers’, not the same kind of monster at all…”
“Who cares, they’re all rot conjured by the Church to torment people! Who are we? We are the Foreign Heroes, specialists in handling all kinds of wicked tricks!”
“Wahaha! My Fire Fist is starving for some action!”
“And my Magic Scroll, ready to go on a rampage!!”
This group surged forward en masse, with no sense of discipline, shouting as they charged toward the battlefield. However, the observing military and church personnel couldn’t help but feel a subtle aura of authority.
After all, these were two thousand Transcendents. Even though they were still of Low Sequence, their collective deployment was not to be underestimated!
Soon, the Imperial Army, forced to retreat under the onslaught of Fallen Flesh Puppets, received support from the Undead Foreigners Legion.
The players’ support was straightforward and brutal, with no leader to command them, just groups of a few or a dozen, each fighting their own battles.
They silently drew out their “Various Skins” Connie No. 2 Flintlock Rifles and continuously pulled the trigger, firing a dense barrage of black and red electric bullets, suppressing the Fallen Flesh Puppets amidst the chaotic battlefield.
Made from Dragon Sharpstone, Black Crystal Bullets contained power that obliterated vitality, seemingly the Achilles’ heel of these Fallen Flesh Puppets. Upon being hit, their wounds withered continually, gradually affecting their mobility.
Then, the players threw “Red and Blue Ink” Bombs into areas dense with Fallen Flesh Puppets, stirring up explosions one after another.
Only when their opponents were close did the players deploy their Sequence Abilities individually. Towering, burly men charged forward, wielding various heavy cold weapons, engaging in bloody, close-quarters combat with the Fallen Flesh Puppets.
Among them, those led by Doghead Gold, several dozen Minotaurs, were particularly noticeable. They breathed out white mist from their nostrils and crashed into the twisted, polluted human bodies at high speed, shattering flesh and sending it flying everywhere.
Countless arrows whistled through the air, piercing through the twisted monsters’ bodies.
The sky bloomed with mysterious red and blue symbols, cast by the Magic-wielding players to provide various buffs to their comrades. Sheets of Acid Clouds floated by, raining down emerald-green line-shaped arrows, causing widespread damage to the monsters.
Yet, the Fallen Flesh Puppets were not feeble targets to be simply butchered by the players; relying on their agile and tricky postures, and sharp claws, they tore apart many a player’s body.
Columns of white light also began appearing continuously on the battlefield…
Back at the camp, sitting calmly in his recliner, Chen Lun watched his panel as notification windows popped up, with the Experience Points tally rapidly increasing.
[Circus player “Chenxi” killed a Fallen Flesh Puppet, you gained 300 Points of Experience Points!]
[Circus player “Polaris” killed a Fallen Flesh Puppet, you gained 300 Points of Experience Points!]
[Circus player “Invincible Fire Dragon” killed…]
He slowly broke into a smile.