N-M Chapter 487 The hatred is at its peak, charge!
Chapter 487 The hatred is at its peak, charge!
Thunder roared like rain.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Wherever the lightning struck, nothing was left standing or broken.
Those Roman god elites who were usually high and mighty and dressed in gorgeous robes were now like minions in a hack-and-slash game.
Level 60, one-hit kill.
Level 70, one-hit kill.
At level 80, with three layers of personal shield, one can barely last a few seconds.
The entire floating sanctuary became a slaughterhouse of thunder.
Purple arcs of electricity bounced wildly through the crowd, each jump taking away a life-giving health bar.
In just three seconds.
The thunderclouds dissipated, and the sky returned to its twilight crimson hue.
The sea breeze carried away the burnt smell from the church.
The vast, floating sanctuary was deathly silent.
The thousands of monks who were originally standing densely packed together are now mostly empty.
Less than three hundred cores of level 80 or above remained, their bodies charred black, their heads covered in blood, and their legs trembling as they stood in place.
Beneath their feet lay a thick layer of glittering debris.
That was the legacy left behind after thousands of elite soldiers were instantly killed.
Along the coastline, a million casual players remained completely silent.
Everyone stared wide-eyed at the scene.
"Gulp."
Someone swallowed, and it sounded exceptionally clear in the deathly silent bay.
"One move..." a warrior player's voice trembled, "...one move and thousands of people were wiped out?"
"Those are the main forces of the Roman God Clan! Almost all of them are mages above level 60!"
"What the hell is this AOE skill? Is this damage coefficient reasonable? Isn't the system going to do anything about it?!"
"The procession...the procession hasn't started yet?"
At the edge of the giant leaf, Moon Arrow gasped.
She looked down at her slightly trembling hands.
If she had chosen to help Oro, the Elven Gods would be in no better shape than the Roman Gods.
"Chieftain..." An elven elder behind him said, his face pale, "What exactly is that person's profession?"
"I don't know." Moon Arrow realized that he had underestimated this melee mage.
"But they are definitely not someone we can afford to mess with."
Chen You stood on the back of the Nine Nether Devouring Heaven Kun.
As the thunderclouds dissipated, he casually flipped his hand, pulled out a Spirit Recovery Pill, and popped it into his mouth.
The Divine Firmament Heavenly Thunder Orthodox Method is extremely powerful, and it also draws out a massive amount of spiritual energy.
That last hit almost drained his mana bar.
Oro's face turned ashen.
He suddenly turned his head to look at Salos.
"Salos! Don't just stand there!"
Ouro's roar was hoarse: "Let him stay here, and none of us will get the BOSS!"
Saros gripped his giant axe tightly.
Didn't move.
"His arrow towers can deal true damage, but so what?"
Auro quickly analyzed, "The number of arrow towers is fixed. If you send the entire Titan army in, the concentrated fire advantage of the arrow towers will be negated by the sheer number of them."
He pointed at Chen You: "As long as we get close, he, a magic-based class, can't cause any trouble."
"What are you still hesitating for!"
Salos looked up at Chen You, then at his own health bar, which was still recovering.
He hesitated.
Oro's analysis was correct; the Titans were numerous and had high HP.
But if it actually happens, it will definitely cause considerable losses.
"Why don't you send your own men?" Salos retorted.
"Most of my men have just died!" Oro roared.
The two were locked in a stalemate.
The sea suddenly boiled.
The dark red twilight sky was instantly enveloped by a layer of eerie blue light.
From the depths of the sea came the deep, muffled sound of drums.
"Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom..."
The players were stunned.
boom.
The location where the BOSS was suddenly exploded, and a huge column of water shot into the sky.
The phantom image finally solidified completely!
Blue skin, with thick layers of fish scales covering its chest.
Two thick white bandages were wrapped around his waist, extending up his torso and then around his arms.
The remaining portion swung out over a hundred meters long in the strong wind.
Mythical-level world boss.
Star Neptune—His true form has arrived!
An immense sense of oppression instantly swept across the entire Hidden Star Bay, causing millions of players to hold their breath.
This is the oppressive aura of a mythical-level BOSS.
Star Neptune slowly opened his eyes, his deep blue pupils scanning the entire scene.
The next second, he raised his right hand.
He struck an extremely hip-hop pose, his enormous voice booming across the bay:
"Yo! Yo!"
"Who is plotting against me in the dark?"
"Who is attacking my art?"
"Where is that bastard who hit me on the back of the head with a sword?"
"Today I'm going to tear you to pieces and feed you to the sharks."
"I'll show you what true invincibility is."
"Skr~"
The enormous sound wave caused giant waves, some over ten meters high, to rise from the sea surface.
Millions of players were stunned.
Chen You had just swallowed the second Rejuvenation Pill when he almost choked.
He looked down at the huge blue figure below that was twisting its body wildly, and his lips twitched.
This guy's rap... is even worse than his projector.
Star Neptune suddenly raised his head.
His deep blue gaze was fixed on the Nine Nether Devouring Kun and Chen You on its back.
"Yo! It's you! It's definitely you!"
"A shameless scoundrel in a black robe."
"You ruined my projection and you ruined my self-esteem."
"Today I'm going to show you what cruelty really means."
The giant hand of the Star Neptune slammed violently onto the surface of the sea.
A massive tsunami surged into the sky.
"Die! You stupid mortal who doesn't understand art!"
"Perfect opportunity!" Thalos roared, raising his giant axe at the Titan players. "That kid's got aggro dead! Everyone, charge! DPS squads, get into position!"
Within the Titan Temple faction, the same elite squad of level 89 berserkers swiftly charged out.
They unleashed their blood rage, their bodies glowing red, and charged madly towards Star Neptune.
On the other hand, Moon Arrow made the same judgment.
"Elven gods, form ranks!"
Moon Arrow raised his longbow, and his clear, cold voice echoed throughout the army.
The level 89 elven archers quickly formed a formation and drew their bows to the fullest.
"Wind Arrow, three-stage charge, unleash!"
A multitude of azure magic arrows pierced the sky, landing precisely on the Star Sea King's massive body.
A dense array of damage numbers appeared.
On the floating sanctuary, Auro looked down at the two guilds that had seized the initiative, and trembled with rage.
The Roman God Clan suffered heavy losses, with several thousand of their main forces wiped out by Chen You in a single move.
Fortunately, the level 89 damage dealer team was not wiped out.
"Mage squad! Bombard them!" Auro bit his lip until it bled. "At all costs, take back the top spot on the damage rankings! Our Roman God Clan cannot be at the bottom at this time!"
The remaining high-level mages, suppressing their fear of Chen You, began chanting high-level spells.
Fireball, Froststorm, Swift Lightning.
Multicolored magical light exploded on Star Sea King's body.
The three Protoss races unleashed their full firepower, relentlessly unleashing damage.
This scene also ignited the passion of millions of casual players on the periphery.
"Holy crap! The Ranger has already drawn aggro right from the start!"
"This is a once-in-a-millennium match against a wooden stake!"
"Brothers, let's go! Every touch is a win! Let's get a participation prize!"
"Long live the God of the Parade! The God of the Parade is our godfather!"
Millions of players flooded into Star Ocean King from all directions.