noffsinger Chapter 682 The villain dies because of Zhang Duo
Chapter 682 The villain dies because of Zhang Duo
Chapter 682 The villain dies from talking too much.
The black mist above the Ming Tombs replica suddenly stopped.
A door split open from the void, behind which there was no light, no shadow, only a deeper, purer, almost tangible darkness.
In the darkness, a giant eye slowly opened, its gaze falling upon the Lord of the City of the Dead.
No one dared to look directly into that eye; even the wind and light seemed to avoid it.
A hint of displeasure flashed in the eyes of the City Lord of the Dead City. Those guys were spying again!
What are you looking at?
The Eastern Kingdom instance belongs to him; no one can take it from him!
"Lin Xiaohe." The city lord of the City of Death spoke slowly, as if flipping through an old account.
"Although I don't know how you managed to infiltrate the City of the Dead, you should know that in front of me, you are nothing but a reptile."
“You used my authority to enter my instance and let my prey escape.”
The black mist inside the instance contracted violently, as if the entire city of the dead held its breath in response to that sound.
"You think you can win? Even if you summon all the players from the Eastern Kingdom in the entire capital city instance, you'll only have a mere 80. But with a wave of my hand, my warriors will be endless!"
The City Lord of the City of the Dead suddenly lowered his voice, almost to the level of a whisper, "Lin Xiaohe, there's an old saying in the Eastern Kingdom: 'A wise man submits to circumstances.' Even if you win this time, what about next time? Can you defend one city? Can you defend ten? Can you defend a hundred? Can you defend all the instances in the entire Eastern Kingdom? Does your Eastern Kingdom have that many people to sustain this?"
“Death is the end for you, but a new beginning for us. The more of you who die, the stronger our ranks will become.”
The city lord of the dead city flew upwards, looking down at the slender figure standing before the rift: "You're quite interesting. I can give you a chance to abandon darkness and embrace the light. Follow me, and you will gain eternal life and supreme power!"
At this moment, inside the Ming Tombs instance, the melee on the city walls has reached a point where it's either you die or I die.
The hooves of the Tatar cavalry crushed the city bricks, and an eerie black flag was planted on the battlements.
The defenders and reinforcements were entangled together, swords clashing, spears stabbing spears, fists smashing faces, teeth biting hands, and even the pebbles dug out from between the city bricks became weapons.
The Tatar horns were still blowing, but their sound had been drowned out by the sounds of slaughter. Blood pooled in the cracks between the bricks on the city wall, splashing up a dark red spray with every step.
They all noticed the anomaly at the dungeon entrance, but simply didn't have the energy to pay attention. Anyone who dared to be distracted for even a fraction of a second would easily be seized upon by the surrounding enemies and taken down in one fell swoop.
Throughout the entire Ming Tombs instance, only a handful of people had the energy to focus on the duel between the city lord and Lin Xiaohe.
The fox-faced man exhaled a long breath, revealing a triumphant smile, as if he had finally avenged his previous humiliation.
"The city lord has arrived; the battle is over!"
The ghost infant crawled up from the ground, patted off non-existent dust from its knees, turned to look at the other deceased beings in the hall, and pieced together the fake skin on its face that had been torn apart by fear, forming a hideous arc.
"Lin Xiaohe is finished. No matter how much she can tear down the rules, can she outmaneuver the City Lord? The true owner of this instance is the City Lord; Lin Xiaohe is nothing but a despicable thief!"
One of the deceased patted its chest and retrieved its fleeing heart from the corner.
He had almost been scared out of his wits by that golden beam of light, and now that lingering fear had turned into resentment towards Lin Xiaohe. He shrieked at the sky, "Lin Xiaohe! Aren't you capable? Aren't you all-powerful? Come on, tear another hole in front of the city lord and show us!"
The sound was sharp and piercing, echoing through the ruins for several layers.
It became more and more excited as it spoke, and spoke faster and faster, spittle flying onto the wreckage scattered on the ground.
"Now that the city lord has come in person, let's see how arrogant she can be now!"
The rebound after emotions have been suppressed to the extreme is blind and full of power.
The deceased seemed to be shouting out all the pent-up frustration they had been suppressing these past few days, their voices cracking from excessive excitement.
"Lin Xiaohe! Did you hear that?! The city lord is here! Why don't you surrender immediately? I can guarantee you a whole corpse."
"To die at the hands of the city lord is your good fortune."
"When you're skinned alive, I'll frame your soul fragments and hang them on the walls of the City of the Dead! No, I'll hang them at the main gate of the City of the Dead! Let everyone see the consequences of daring to resist!" "Gentlemen, after she's executed, how will her authority fragments be distributed? I only want the golden runes around her palm."
"The golden rune is yours, but I want her bow. That bow can tear through space; it's a valuable item."
"A bow? Can you even draw it? That bow is really strange; if you touch it, your hand will probably get burned."
Before the battle against Lin Xiaohe, the city lord of the City of the Dead, even officially began, the undead beings in the dungeon had already divided up Lin Xiaohe's belongings.
Meng Po did not participate in the division of spoils.
She simply stood at the closest point to the dungeon entrance, looking up at the gate of black mist, her smile gradually fading.
She sincerely and wholeheartedly hoped that Lin Xiaohe could win.
But seeing the powerful Lin Xiaohe, she realized very clearly that Houtu Niangniang's plan, which had been in the works for tens of millions of years, was about to fail.
Lin Xiaohe, whom Houtu Niangniang regarded as her successor, not only did not follow Houtu Niangniang's plan, but even... perhaps... maybe...
Their ultimate goals are different.
Meng Po reached out, wanting to touch the large ladle hanging from her waist, but found nothing.
A look of bewilderment appeared on that fleshless skull.
At this moment, Meng Po truly didn't know whether giving the Meng Po soup to Lin Xiaohe was the right or wrong thing to do.
Can one ever return to the underworld?
……
Outside the instance, at the Eastern Kingdom Emergency Command Center, the live stream feeds from the perspectives of hundreds of thousands of players were flashing simultaneously. Thank you for burning out the CPU.
Commander Zhang was staring at the screen, unaware that the cigarette in his hand had burned down to the filter.
How did things suddenly escalate to this point?
According to the original plan, when the survival rate in the instance approached 50%, the players from the East Kingdom would retreat towards the Ming Tombs to seek Lin Xiaohe's protection.
But now the Ming Tombs have become the most terrifying, most horrifying, and most concentrated meat grinder in the entire Eastern Kingdom!
Director Lin actually summoned all the players in the entire instance into the instance!
Although the East Country government did not write a script, the current trend has completely exceeded the experts' expectations.
This is quite a sight...
It looks like a major battle is about to begin.
Commander Zhang shuddered, realizing that his idea was somewhat unrealistic.
Suddenly, Old Zhou slammed his hand on the table: "Wait! Switch all the screens to the direction of the dungeon entrance!"
Xiao Liu from the technical team typed rapidly on the keyboard, combining tens of thousands of viewpoints to create a complete panoramic view of the dungeon entrance.
The image became clearer, and the dignified figure standing before the crack became increasingly distinct.
She stood there, unmoved as a mountain.
Opposite her was a terrifying black shadow, almost a hundred times her size, baring its fangs and claws!
Commander Zhang stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, crushing the cigarette butt into tiny pieces.
Everyone heard the dungeon boss's recruitment of Lin Xiaohe.
Before anyone could think or react, Lin Xiaohe's firm and resolute voice struck their hearts.
"Don't you know that villains die from talking too much?"