Chapter 1001 - 94: Dungeon Combat, So Satisfying!
Kong Jinghong suspected he was dreaming. He rubbed his eyes and looked again: Could it be that I haven’t fully revived, trapped in a distorted illusion before death?
A few blacksmiths saw Kong Jinghong standing still in shock, and they immediately reacted.
This is bad.
This guy’s appearance was too sudden, we’re thrown off our game.
It’s because they’re inexperienced.
Almost forgot the tomb-raiding guide, blend in with the Embers, call them brothers.
But most of the people present are newbie players.
Before opening the dungeon, they boasted like crazy, but they’re really like academy disciples.
When it was time to showcase their improvisational acting skills, they were all stiff, stuttering without saying a word.
Instead, Su Yuniang and the other veteran blacksmiths smiled, and using [Mail] a few flowers appeared out of thin air,
"Child, you’ve worked hard. You might know me; I am the consort of the Immortal Venerate, recently reborn..."
Princess Xin’e stepped forward, holding a flower, "Hello."
She hails from the Xin Dynasty Royal Family, being weak and sickly in life, she never went out, lacking tomb-raiding experience, yet is a super genius, "Which tribe are you from?"
These people reacted rather swiftly.
But Kong Jinghong wasn’t a fool, he stumbled backwards in fear, feeling unsettled all over, and shouted:
"Who are you? What kind of fiend are you? How dare you act up in my tribe’s Supreme Immortal Palace? Such audacity! Quickly reveal your true form!"
"I’m really your blood brother from the same clan and ancestor!" Shao Chaikun stepped forward, trying to salvage the situation, and continued to showcase a space technique.
Kong Jinghong showed a mocking expression:
"You uncultivated country monsters, you take me for a fool? No sane cultivator would believe your lies."
Blacksmiths: "..."
We performed so realistically, yet you say we’re monsters occupying the Immortal Venerate Palace?
Beside them, Food God sighed and turned to the blacksmiths, saying:
"You all just brag, but your reaction during critical moments is this? You’ve ruined our big plans!"
Some blacksmiths felt ashamed, their faces turning red.
Last night, they were analyzing like crazy:
The dungeon has two modes.
1, Combat Mode.
Outside, there are brainless puppets relying on combat power to win.
2, Smart Battle Mode.
Turn brainless puppets into Embers with the logic they had in life.
Clear the level using brains.
This was the meticulously designed storyline branch given to them by the planners.
Last night, they talked about how high their IQ was, and how extraordinary their acting skills were, and yet this is the result?
"Finished, isn’t this dungeon going to fail?"
"Damn it, it’s all you livestock bragging to the heavens, and now it’s gone cold right from the start."
"A bunch of weaklings."
"You’re just as dumbfounded as us, aren’t you?"
...
The surroundings were noisy.
"You all!! Who are you exactly??" Kong Jinghong’s mind was a jumbled mess.
How dare they chat so brazenly in front of me?
This is the hall where the Immortal Venerate usually meets his ministers.
Now, the Immortal Venerate and the gods have vanished, replaced by a bunch of clowns nesting here?
His mind was utterly chaotic.
He then saw Food God silent for a moment before making a decision: "This is screwed, let’s reload the saved data."
Next to him, Su Yuniang said:
"This costs a fortune! This guy is preliminarily judged to be in the Self-Transformation Realm; we need to summon our manor’s Guardian God, Sun Moon, to kill him, pin him to the Earth Vein, and revive him again."
Food God sighed: "Sun Moon charges are quite expensive, but we must reload the data."
Shao Chaikun added: "This place has no Earth Vein, we need to prepare an artificial Earth Vein to turn this guy into an Earth-bound Spirit."
Kill me?
Revive me?
And then...?
Kong Jinghong felt a chill of terror, a creeping horror.
What kind of future era is this? Space techniques are outdated now, what terrifying things have they cultivated?
The newbie blacksmiths noticed Kong Jinghong looking at them with a face full of fear, which ignited mischievous pleasure in their hearts.
One blacksmith took off his head and spun it on the ground, then took off an arm.
Using one arm, he spun the head like a top on the ground.
Rumble rumble!
It started spinning.
"Ah!! A ghost! Ghost!"
Kong Jinghong watched this hellish scene and screamed loudly, his legs weak, retreating quickly, his expression about to collapse.
A few blacksmiths, looking disgusted, quickly ran away a bit further, "Pervert! In the realm of the living, don’t engage in underworld antics!"
Every generation of blacksmiths has a few oddities, it’s safe to say the forest is big enough to have all kinds of birds.
The game fully showcases player diversity.
That blacksmith: "....."
I’m the pervert?
My top-spinning + Money Child composite species, what’s wrong with spinning a bit?
He was even more annoyed, putting his head back on, his entire head spinning eternally like a top.
"Super~ Spin~ Spin~ Spin!!" He shouted with his spinning head, full of vigor.
"Mon... Monster!" Kong Jinghong, frightened, fell to the ground, continuously using his hands to retreat.
Food God’s eyes lit up: "Wait, this person also seems like an academy type, just like the blacksmiths, a newbie...."
"Turns out, we’re two groups of newbies colliding together, everyone’s first time bumping into a ghost without much experience."
"We don’t need to rush to call for Sun Moon Guardian God’s expedition, maybe we can win by ourselves!"
"Great idea." Shao Chaikun shouted loudly: "Form a formation!"
"Not good, he wants to run!"
"Brothers, stop him!"
"Charge!"
"Artillery team, prepare, kill!"
The first wave of spells, attack.
The first round of dense artillery fire directly hit the opponent.
"Facial Art team, prepare, combine with divination curses, perform a soul attack, blast!"
The group of blacksmiths was adept at soul attacks,
"Ha ha ha, come back, Brother Jie has some nice things for you to see."
"Let me touch your thigh!"
A group of people adjusted their exaggerated facial expressions, much like evil villains with a sinister grin, and rushed forward recklessly.
Now, every verbal mental attack is mixed with a curse in destiny and a soul shock with Yin attributes.
The effect is very good.
However, Ning Zheng, who was observing from the shadows, almost didn’t want to admit knowing this group.
It was utterly disgraceful!
Though the effect was indeed impressive.
Sticky undead, with their heads dangling, and waving twisted arms, charging at you with all kinds of exaggerated facial expressions, like strange figures; aren’t you scared?
Other civilizations have never seen ghost stories.
Seeing such a horrifying ghost movie scene coming at them, their minds are bound to be dazed for a few seconds.
They invented a triple combination of facial art attack + doom impact + soul attack, very practical.
But it totally lacks class.
If word gets out, how will our Sword Casting Manor hold its head high?
Ning Zheng’s expression turned cold, "This ancient ember must die, he knows too many secrets."
As for the blacksmiths’ combat achievements.
Many of them are now cultivators of the Four Viscera Realm and the Three Elements Realm, really fighting... they found this Self-Transformation Realm so pathetic?
First, he’s just a single divine technique Self-Transformation Realm.
Today’s Nine-States’ multi-divine technique One Heart Realm can beat him up with ease.
Combat power level needs to be lowered by one rank.
Secondly, the most crucial thing is that his divine technique is almost unusable?
Even weaker than the earth and water attributes.
Can only open a storage bag? Only space teleportation?
What is this?
Circus performer divine ability?
No real combat capabilities at all, combat power needs to be lowered another rank.
Comprehensive combat power only at the Two-Phase Realm, and not even the kind that can summon a Dharma Aspect, just trash Two-Phase Realm.
After a simple probe, the blacksmiths were overjoyed.
"Gaga!"
"Young man, don’t run!"
"Hahaha, scared the crap out of you! Caught you by the thigh."
"Jie Jie!! Seize the chance to touch!"
A group of reckless blacksmiths charged forward, launching a frenzy of mental attacks, aiming to break one’s spirit.
They don’t fear pain or death, using various divine techniques, and charge forward in an orderly manner.
In the distance, there was a group of cultivator artillery, taking turns launching various Five Elements spells, even blasting their own comrades in the battlefield.
What terrified Kong Jinghong most was that they were holding high a powerful immortal artifact, a divine lamp.
With mysterious power, it could attack some aspect of his life origin.
It was a type of qi fortune energy that their era had never seen.
Divination, enhancement, curses, all sorts of positive and negative buffs stacked up at once.
The first-time kill of qi fortune was terrifying.
Making Kong Jinghong, who originally had little combat experience, fall instantly.
Severely wounded, on the brink of death.
And the commander, Food God, seeing this scene, nodded slightly, "Although it’s chaotic, they aren’t afraid of death. For a first battle, their coordination against the boss is surprisingly okay."
After all.
As long as you aren’t afraid of death, team cooperation becomes quite simple.
The melee team just unleashes their ultimate skills and charges forward.
The ranged team just hurls skills.
Though it seemed dazzling and uncoordinated, it was actually more effective than most coordinated indigenous combat teams.
"You guys, you guys..."
Kong Jinghong cried, lying on the ground, watching the opposite side come forward with a compass, rooting it into something of his.
"What is this?" Kong Jinghong shouted.
"This compass? It’s our pseudo-human brain flower, the big neural brain from inside the head."
The blacksmiths didn’t mind being talkative villains at all.
They were happy to explain as villains, occasionally letting out creepy grins, regardless of whether the other side understood:
"Kid, might as well let you die knowing, ha ha."
"In the pseudo-human era, brain flowers were everywhere, so the major factions of the ancient dynasty could easily build local earth veins."
"But now, all pseudo-humans have been killed, we have no earth veins, naturally, it’s hard to have earth-bound spirits."
"But we’re pseudo-humans ourselves, when jumping into the forging furnace, we collected a lot of brain flowers."
It was as if he was telling a horror story, sending chills down the spine.
"No, I’m dying without understanding." Kong Jinghong gasped, horrified, "I completely don’t understand."
No one cared about him.
"Oh, by the way, this kid’s body bubble is now stuffed with his flesh and blood from when he was alive, can take it back as experimental materials, and synthesize him, this ancient race."
"In this way, when he resurrects and comes in again, he’ll see his real fellow kin."
"Makes sense."
"Kill the soul bubble, prepare for resurrection, take the flesh and blood back for synthesis, ha ha, he’s truly useful from head to toe."
...
What kind of race is this?
The future... Are future eras all so terrifying?
Being able to resurrect, what is that all about?
In endless fear and creepiness, Kong Jinghong was completely killed.
Vaguely, he heard the blacksmiths discussing:
"Quickly go and invite the Eighteen Layers of Hell from the Celestial Destiny World, to let the Living Yama come, accelerate his resurrection CD."
"We seem to have Phoenix Yi’s divine technique too, we can do it ourselves."
"True indeed."
"Probably can resurrect by tomorrow."
"Practice again tomorrow? When he charges over, everyone must pose properly this time."
He showed horror, vaguely sensing their intention:
Death, is not the end?
They resurrect me, manipulate me, and control me?
"No, no, let me die, let me die." His eyeballs rolled wildly, staring at the ceiling with hatred, dying with pain and despair.
With a puff!
A sharp sword suddenly thrust downward, blood blossoming.
This was the fourth disaster of the Sword Casting Manor, truly the first battle in the real sense!
Thereby the true catastrophe began to unfold.
Starting with this Immortal Venerate Tomb World, to train the art of conquest of the fourth disaster army, preparing for future invasions of the entire Immortal Realm Thirteen Domains.