Although the other players didn't approach the other two crystals either, they had clearly made their stance explicit at this moment.
It's just that everyone was unsure how to choose, but now that you've chosen one side, things will be much easier.
That's really awkward.
Can't you just trust me this once?
Looking at the other players who had distanced themselves from him, [ Good Times Don't Last ] asked inexplicably bitterly, and seeing no response, he said resentfully:
"Fortune favors the bold! Once I become a nobleman, I'll make you all pay me 50 each!"
As soon as the words were spoken, another shout rang out:
"Brother!"
The [ Shit Appraisal Master ], a dozen steps away, called out as he hurried over:
"I trust you!"
The close relationship between [ Good Times Don't Last ] and [ Shit Appraisal Master ] was like two magnets starting to attract each other.
Those players who firmly believed in a certain mystical conclusion felt that they were about to be covered by a debuff, so they became increasingly panicked and retreated to the edge of the lotus crystal cluster.
As for the "unlucky duo," they have already arrived at the crystal that seals the "runaway nobleman."
[ The Good Times Don't Last ] He said in a tentative tone:
"I want to be a great general. Don't worry about what you mean, just remember to bestow that title upon me."
Are you mentally challenged?
[ The Shit Appraisal Master ] scoffed dismissively:
"What you have is an official position; what he can offer is a noble title."
After saying that, he looked at the "runaway nobleman" and said:
"I don't care what your title is, just remember to bestow upon me the title of Grand Duke."
After saying this, the two stepped forward and swung their iron hammers together, intending to break the shackles around the "runaway nobleman" with one blow.
As they raised the hammer, the two shouted in unison, "This is the bond between us!" and then brought the heavy hammer down with all their might.
The other players, though skeptical, decided to watch the spectacle.
After all, "even a fool can have a stroke of genius," and if the two of them have already had their worst luck, this time it might be time to trigger the safety net.
Thinking this, everyone looked closely and saw the hammer being swung, but they did not hear the sound of it colliding with the crystal.
Instead, two short, muffled "puff puff" sounds suddenly came.
What's going on?
The players behind the two were all puzzled.
Meanwhile, standing beneath the crystal pillar of the "Evil Black Mage," [ Lion Hidden in the Eyes ] clearly witnessed a horrifying scene—
Just as the two approached the crystal and raised their hammers high, a line of blood shot out from the crystal's crack, like a sharp arrow piercing [ Good Times Don't Last ]'s face.
This attack was not only extremely fast, but it was also launched silently.
With a "poof" sound, a bright red bloodstain appeared between [ Good Times Don't Last ] eyebrows.
A seemingly real yet illusory bloodline connects the crimson bloodstain to the crystal, as if it were constructed of Psionic Energy, or perhaps it was real blood.
His eyes went vacant instantly, and the hammer in his hand fell to the ground.
He slightly turned his head to look at the [ Shit Appraisal Master ], and to the other's astonishment, a line of blood shot out from between his eyebrows, piercing straight into the [ Shit Appraisal Master ]'s face.
A moment later, [ Shit Appraisal Master ] turned around, his gaze blank as he looked at the players watching behind him, a fleeting crimson glow passing between his brows...
"Puff puff puff!"
Crimson lightning leaped between the players, striking three people instantly in the blink of an eye, all hitting between their eyebrows.
The bloodline, which was originally just being passed from person to person in the crowd, seemed to have evolved after hitting a third person besides [ Good Times Don't Last ] and [ Shit Appraisal Master ].
The bloodline split into two, each attacking the surrounding players.
"Puff puff puff puff."
Another series of lightning-fast movements followed, and with four more sounds, four more people were caught off guard, including [ Retreat in the Face of Difficulty When It's Difficult, He Retreats], who always adhered to the motto of "if you fall, just sleep" and never took risks or engaged in internal strife.
After Retreat in the Face of Difficulty many times, he ultimately could not escape the sudden attack.
The half-dragon watched this scene unfold; those who had been hit in this round were all players he had only recently met.
As for the members of the " King of Fall Resistance, I Guess" car crew, who already knew that the two's mysterious debuff Good Times Don't Last, they had already hidden in a slightly more distant location.
Their actions, originally intended as a mystical attempt to avoid misfortune and seek good fortune, unexpectedly allowed them to evade the two most devastating waves of attacks.
Having learned from two previous mistakes, even the most oblivious player noticed the clues.
The enemy's skill " Blood Thread Shot " (tentative name) has very high attack power, enough to kill with a single hit, but it can only be activated by facing the enemy directly.
Therefore, it is necessary to avoid the other person's gaze and avoid facing them directly or making eye contact.
The first to realize this was [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ], who suddenly swung his hand and shouted:
"Spread out and run! Don't make eye contact with them!"
The crowd behind them scattered immediately and began to run wildly across the surface of the huge crystal clusters that were filled with crystals that were as tall as a person and half a person.
This move avoided the first " Blood Thread Shot " from the already controlled "players," but the players with blank stares quickly began to spread out.
The one furthest away, with Lion Hidden in the Eyes, wasn't immediately spotted by them, and could only watch helplessly as this scene unfolded.
He clenched his fists, thinking about what he could do to help everyone get out of trouble.
Just then, a continuous cracking sound, like fine rain falling, jolted him awake—
Behind him, however, was a "dark magician"!
The half-dragon looked up and saw that the warm yellow light inside the thick crystal pillar was becoming brighter and brighter.
"It can't get any worse..."
He murmured to himself:
"Then let's die together!"
With a roar, the half-dragon leaped into the air and slammed his fist into the middle of the crystal pillar in front of him with the mechanical gauntlets that he had modified from his mechanical hand.
"Bang!"
After a loud bang, the sound of crystal shattering intensified abruptly, and crisscrossing grooves Spread upwards from the point where the heavy punch landed.
"Crack!"
A piece of crystal fell down, revealing a huge yellow gem at the tip of the black mage's staff.
Psionic Energy converged, and the gem trembled.
With a dazzling yellow light flashing, the health bars of several players who were chasing them were instantly locked onto by the light.
The Blood Arrow, which seemed to arrive instantly in the players' eyes, now appeared as comical as if it had been slowed down. They didn't even have time to carefully observe the constantly flowing Psionic Energy Circuit on the side of the Blood Arrow.
Putting aside its lethality, this attack can almost be called art.
Seeing that their attacks were no longer effective, the nine people, who were under the control of the bloodline, all raised their dazed eyes and looked at the dark mage in the distance.
With a violent cracking sound, like ice floes breaking apart, the tall, pale blue crystal pillar shattered completely...