Damn it, this boss really has no normal skills.

Chapter 202 So it’s a pure beaker

"President Fan, you think of a way first, and I'll hold it back as long as possible!"

The battlefield was already in chaos. If the hatred was allowed to run rampant, it would be all over, so the spearmen rushed forward waving their spears.

But as a physical manifestation of Edgar's wonderful alchemy, he carefully selected for a long time and exchanged a large number of strong corpses to create this abomination.

This kind of monster, even if the Lancer has been upgrading like crazy in recent days and has reached Level 14, it is definitely not something he can fight alone.

The fetid wind carried the pungent smell of blood, and the violent punches were like heavy artillery blasts.

Under the overwhelming power, the spearmen did not dare to confront the hatred head-on, and could only rely on their own flexible movement to deal with it.

So he was clearly using weapons to fight his body. After several rounds of fighting, it was he who was beaten and put at a disadvantage.

But this is not a battlefield against the Goblin tribe. The biggest advantage for players now is that there are so many people!
  "Junior Brother, I'll help you!"

After several days of intense play with the Lancers in the actual combat training camp, the senior brother, who is a martial arts prodigy, has become accustomed to the fighting here.

Having inherited his master's sword skills, he naturally uses a sword in the game, but it is a long straight-edged sword that can be used with both hands or one hand.

With the roar of the wind, his swift slashes were even faster than the spearmen's thrusts.

I saw a flash of cold light, and the blade had already cut through the hateful flesh. The tight skin cracked and opened, revealing the pale and bloodless flesh inside.

It's a pity that the power of hatred is not only powerful, but also has terrifying recovery speed and vitality.

Moreover, although the two men's swords and guns were fast and fierce, as cold soldiers who only relied on the bonus of primary martial arts, their burst damage was really insufficient.

After finally hitting a hit, he will be cured before he can expand the victory, bringing everything back to where it started.

But everyone is here to play games. Who would be willing to admit that others are better than themselves, and who wouldn’t want to earn their own glory?
  So just when the two were locked in a bitter fight, an arrow shot out of the air and accurately blinded the eye of the most hated fish.

Although the players secretly laughed at Xingkong for throwing money to attract money, hiring a group of third-rate players who were not wanted by other guilds to play house.

But casting a wide net will always catch fish, not to mention the Thomas family's money is so easy to earn, Howard has already saved up his team behind the scenes.

Broad forehead, square face, big shoulders and round waist.

The person who shot this sharp arrow turned out to be a strong man with "nomad" written on his face. With this posture alone, he could hit all the way from Hulunbuir to Europa.

Ji Ming had seen him in a live broadcast room. He was good at riding and shooting, and was good at wrestling. He became a famous local fighter, so he was specially recruited by Yang Yue as a strong seed. Unexpectedly, he would show up again in here.

His ID is "Let the Feather Arrows Fly", but his nickname on the Internet is usually his Chinese name Wusu, followed by "Great Khan".

I don’t know if it’s because of money or because of the connection with the company behind it, but in short, he has now become a powerful star in the starry sky.

Guns, blades, and stars all take action, and justice will naturally not take second place.

Wearing a pair of black iron fists, the lost man roared.

"There is no need to talk about moral principles in dealing with this kind of evil heretic, let's go shoulder to shoulder with you all!"

Just like bravery in reality, one person often leads a group of people to follow suit.

So flying fireballs, fighting hadrons, desert wolves...

If in reality, most people would turn around and run away when they encountered this big, fat, and smelly disgusting giant monster.

But this is a game, and the atmosphere is so high that even several guests from the program team want to go up and chop it!

So amidst the excited shouts, batch after batch of players who were confident in their combat effectiveness joined the battlefield and participated in the siege.

What could be more passionate than a common struggle that abandons the division of power and ignores professional boundaries?

"I think back then, the boss of the No. [-] Middle School next door came to trouble our junior high school. This is how our brothers got the situation back!"

Even the God of Death began to warm up on the sidelines, recalling his youthful and frivolous days before he became numb.

But just when he was holding a box of poison gas bombs and preparing to charge savagely, all the strongman, Ma Yi, gourmet and big mushrooms pounced on him.

One person grabbed an arm and leg and held it tightly.

"Dad! Don't have sex with me. If you blow up the dungeon, it will be permanently closed!"

There was no other way, the God of Death could only put down the wooden box and shook his head helplessly.

"Okay, I'll wait until they can't stand it any longer and then I'll go up and blow myself up..."

But no matter how many players join the battle, the core problem cannot be solved.

——At this stage, the player's "attack ceiling" is too low.

Even if they relied on their numerical advantage, they finally stopped this flesh and blood chariot.

But if the self-healing ability of the abomination cannot be offset to cause additional damage, then all attacks will be in vain.

After a long and fierce battle, it was clear that the initiative had been regained, but in the face of this terrifying abomination that was tireless, painless and fearless of death, the players felt like they were shaking a tree.

Moreover, blood cannot be used as food. The vast majority of players are incited and only rush to fight. They are not professionals at all.

Not to mention the close cooperation between them, if they are in a hurry, it would be nice to have some structure in their attacks.

Even after the number of people increased to a certain extent, there were reverse optimizations where players blocked players' movements and players hindered players' attacks.

Fortunately, not everyone's intelligence was compromised by excitement, and player leaders such as Fan Taozhu and Howard remained calm.

They stood aside to analyze the situation and shouted when they saw what happened.

"Players with levels below ten will withdraw from the battle circle and leave the battlefield to the trainee players!"

I quickly got rid of some baggage, which made the mess in the field alleviate a little.

But even so, several players have been successfully tricked to death and become the souls of the hateful fist.

"No, I'm afraid there will be problems if this continues."

Fu Le was worried, his eyes moved around the field, and finally landed on the God of Death who wanted to go into battle, but was held down by his teammates and unable to move.

With a thought in his heart, he hurriedly walked over.

"God of Death, do you still have the gunpowder jars you used to blow up the mysterious businessman just now?"

Several people hurriedly dug through their backpacks, but found that they could only find four or five, and the quality was not very good.

"Oh, it was so exciting to sell fried food at that time, and it's all gone..."

"Then where did you get these jars from? Or did they come from that beta tester?"

After asking about the origin of the firearm, Fu Le searched for it without stopping.

The Desert Wolf had already lost control and rushed to join the group fight, so there were only three people standing here.

Although he was not an acquaintance, as a marketing veteran, Fu Le was best at talking to people, so he did not hesitate.

"I heard that the gunpowder jars for the Challenger are provided by you, right? Do you still have any in stock? I want to buy some."

"She was the one who made the thunder. Aurora, do you still have any surplus here..."

But the side where Ji Ming pointed was already empty, and the aurora appeared behind him at some point.

He clicked twice on the transparent box next to him and whispered.

"Yes, I have sent it to your warehouse by email."

Glancing at his inbox, Ji Ming almost laughed angrily at the number written in the lower right corner of the icon.

Are you the Invincible Bomberman or a Cybertronian quartermaster? How could you create so many thunderbolts?

Ji Ming didn't dare to show his arms openly, so he could only take out one.

"The Zhentian Lei we have here is of this quality. See if it works." Fu Le tried to take it, but almost fell to the ground due to lack of strength.

"Oh, this has some weight."

He looked back and looked at the distance between Abomination and here. If it were thrown by human flesh alone, it would probably be difficult to hit people in the safe zone...

Feiying probably noticed his worries and took out the Crouching Tiger Cannon from his backpack.

"I do have a suitable launcher here, and it works well."

As a star player, Fu Le of course came to the live broadcast room.

It had only been three days since the closed beta was launched, and players actually had primitive firearms. This sight immediately made netizens' eyeballs explode.

[ Punishment, this guy is a real punishment ]

[How much burnt energy does this blast throw out? Isn’t it possible that I will be arrested tonight? 】

[Everyone should cherish the time now, maybe we won’t see him tomorrow (great sadness)]

However, what Feiying said when he took out this weapon was not good news, because he immediately started talking about the various disadvantages of this weapon.

"It's too difficult to accurately aim such a primitive firearm, not to mention that the positions of players and abominations are constantly changing."

"And I only know how to make it, but I'm not very skilled in using it. I might get accidentally injured by using it, blowing up the ceiling or something like that."

In other words, it’s useless to have them. We are not hiding our clumsiness.

So if you don't have a weapon, you can't use it, but if you have a weapon, you can't use it... Now the problem is stuck here.

Is it possible to ask everyone to move away, and then let the God of Death carry a lot of gunpowder cans up there and blow himself up?
  This is always the case, which makes other players look a little too ridiculous.

But just as he was thinking about it, Ji Guang suddenly spoke.

"You can ask Crooked Tree to throw it. He is super accurate at throwing Thunder Thunder."

Let me go, why did this matter suddenly happen to me?

Facing Fu Le's questioning gaze, Ji Ming could only nod.

"I was on the javelin team in college, so I do have some experience and knowledge about throwing things..."

I originally wanted to use this dungeon to severely train the players, but I didn't expect that I would have to take action myself in the end.

Although with his own energy and blood, he could have directly hit the target on the spot, but it was a bit too scary to do so.

So he put a lot of gunpowder cans in his backpack, and Ji Ming didn't stop until he reached the edge of the battle circle.

"Give way."

Using this kind of weapon is really not difficult for Ji Ming, but it requires some details to avoid accidentally injuring players.

So when both sides' attacks were at a low ebb and he hated the lack of players around him, he focused his gaze and took action.

It is still the classic dual control of explosion time and projectile impact point. Ji Ming is impartial and allows Zhentian Lei to maximize the air explosion next to Hatred's head.

In pure melee combat, its huge body is indeed a very powerful advantage.

But when attacked from a distance, with such a tall and round body, he can only be a living target in the eyes of others.

Even because Ji Ming aimed at the top head and exploded it, before the scattered fragments had time to fall on other players, they had lost power and turned into ordinary falling objects, at least they could no longer hurt anyone.

Such a shot is not actually a fatal injury to Abomination, but it is extremely painful to be hit by the loud noise and shock wave in the ears and the shock wave to the hearing and brain.

It had been the first time since the war started that it could be called a howl.

He even forgot to fight in his panic and stamped his feet anxiously, letting the unfocused swordsmen and guns cause damage to it.

"Awesome, who threw the thunder? It exploded so accurately?"

It’s not surprising that someone throws thunder, but it’s shocking to see someone throw it so beautifully.

Almost everyone subconsciously thought that it was the God of Death who took action, or at least a member of the Challengers.

Because in the eyes of ordinary people, only they can use such crazy and powerful attack methods that can be called gambling.

But when they looked along the parabola, they discovered that the second Thunderbolt they had taken out and started weighing was actually a crooked tree!
  "wdnmd, it's the military advisor! It's the military advisor who rushed forward!"

[The shovel killer is just having fun. If I really want to deal damage, I still have to be a blaster! 】

From the onlookers to the barrages, there were all kinds of surprises, but the players still fighting on the field were really sweating.

After all, they didn't know that Ji Ming could throw grenades with absolute accuracy through the combination of multiple skills, so they thought he was just a blind cat meeting a dead mouse.

It might be a hit this time, but what about next time?
  Except for a few top players who could still turn a deaf ear and persist in fighting as if they were dead, the rest all fled the battlefield.

...Okay, okay, there are still brave people in my game. Daddy will continue to pamper you from now on!
  Ji Ming smiled silently and rounded his arms.

"Grass, go, ignore!"

As we all know, Ji Ming is a kind and generous person.

So this second thunderbolt still hit Hatred's ears, but on the other side.

"Why is this shot so accurate? It explodes symmetrically?"

"Is it possible that the dog-headed strategist not only pops up with ideas but is actually really good at throwing things?"

[Now I know why most FPS games only allow players to carry one grenade. This accuracy is really awkward]

Although the hateful head technically has more than one location, the heat and fire that appear out of thin air will make creatures instinctively fearful and put dealing with this matter as their first priority.

However, it roared in an attempt to find the source of the damage, but was held back by players who unleashed stronger combat power and took the opportunity to attack.

He could only stand there and let Ji Ming use the thunder to destroy his body.

Soon, it was blown to pieces, with burnt rotten flesh and black ash everywhere, turning it into a real "beaker".

In the embarrassment, Hatred's most important nervous system was also destroyed, and its speed and strength were not as good as before.

They are all masters, everything is self-explanatory.

The players saw the opportunity and accelerated their offensive. They fired swords, guns and fists in succession, leaving enough damage even without the continued assistance of Zhentian Lei.

At this rate, it is only a matter of time before Abomination is defeated, and it will eventually become an elephant crushed to death by ants.

So Edgar, who was nestling in his lair and looking at the crystal ball in front of him, was already filled with anger.

"No, my cute little beaker, how dare they hurt your beautiful body like this!"

Gritting his teeth, he walked back and forth anxiously for a moment, and finally looked at the cauldron beside him.

"Yes, there is another way, I also have a gargoyle!"

Even without the help of Hate, it's not impossible, it's just going to be a little troublesome. I, Edgar, am the greatest alchemist master in history!
  With such crazy belief, he picked up a gourd and started pouring soul potion on the gargoyle's body.

Finally, the gargoyle's eyes glowed red, and as its wings stretched out, the dust shook off, changing from a cold stone statue back to a crazy and weird one.

Edgar shouted loudly, wagging his index finger, and issued his first order as a master.

"You! Go quickly and save people! Go and save my baby..."

However, before he finished speaking, he felt something penetrate his chest.

When he looked down, he saw that it was one of the gargoyle's nails.

(End of this chapter)