2494: C2494 Despair and Unwillingness(part I)

C2494 Despair and Unwillingness(part I)

"He should be an expert from the Sasha's Studio. Who's going to kill him?" The commander of the Right Army squinted his eyes and looked at Dongfang Qingyu for a while. Although Dongfang Qingyu had performed very well, he focused more on Small Pudding Guoguo, who was next to Dongfang Qingyu.

Only the Central Plains could produce such a charming and beautiful woman. That slender waist, that plump butt, it would be great if he could grab it.

"Damn. Kill this person in twenty minutes." Teacher Zuo was the first to speak.

"20 minutes, you don't have the nerve to say that. I'll go, 10 minutes" The teacher on the right spoke, his eyes filled with confidence.

"Five minutes." The commander on the right said loudly, his fists making creaking sounds. He was already impatient. Half of the people who controlled the turret were his soldiers.

"Commander Zhong, go, let's continue drinking." The commander of the right army gave Small Pudding Guoguo a fierce look. He knew that he wouldn't have the chance to enjoy such a woman. Small Pudding Guoguo was his enemy. Death was the only outcome.

"Thank you, commander of the right army!" The commander of the Right Troop was overjoyed. He jumped down from the fourth floor directly. His profession was Barbarian, who had thick skin and thick flesh. He wouldn't die from such a height.

"Commander Zhong, I'll warm the wine for you. I'll wait for your triumphant return." The commander of the Right Troop recalled the scene of Wen Wine killing Hua Xiong.

The commander of the Left Troop and the commander of the Right Troop looked envious. The commander of the Right Troop actually compared the commander of the Central Troop to Guan Yu. He was so nice to him. Unfortunately, the commander of the Right Troop did not know how to react.

"No need, commander. I'm a big guy. I just like drinking human wine. It's refreshing!" As the commander of the middle school spoke, he was already one kilometer away. Although his running movement was ugly, there was nothing to say about his speed.

"Come on, let's drink!" The commander of the right army was not angry. He laughed loudly.

...

A golden sword energy swept across the void. The glabella of a Southern barbarian who was trying to launch a sneak attack split open, and a wisp of blood spurted out of it. He fell to the ground.

"Water Explosion!"

The bodies of the two scorpions that had appeared under their feet trembled. Then, a big red number emerged above their heads. It was an instant kill.

"Death Grip!"

The black shadow grabbed the scorpion with its gigantic hand. The barbarian's body was wrapped in a layer of bark. He let out a blood-curdling scream. The HP was emptied in an instant, and his body fell to the ground. The red damage figure slowly floated in the air.

'-1,86,000. '

As a player, this HP wasn't considered low. He should be very confident in his own defense. However, he had forgotten one thing. Some skills could ignore defense.

Hum -

A brown cloud floated over. It was a grey mosquito that he had never seen before. It was only the size of a grain of rice. However, Dongfang Qingyu felt a threat.

The number of grey mosquitoes should be around 20,000 +. The owner of the grey mosquito was hiding far away. It was very smart.

"Sacred Strike!"

The glaring light was like the sun in the night sky, illuminating all directions. The gray mosquitoes were struck by the light and turned into ashes, dying cleanly.

"Ah - -"

In the dark, the grey mosquito's owner let out a miserable cry. His face was full of pain. The grey mosquito was fed by his blood essence, and the grey mosquito died. He felt the same way. He stared at Small Pudding Guoguo, his heart filled with regret. Reverend... He actually ignored such an obvious occupation and only stared at Dongfang Qingyu.

Reverend was the bane of his bloodline.

Dongfang Qingyu did not give the mosquito master any time to regret. The Ghost Hand Vine broke out of the ground, and its tentacles pierced into the body of the mosquito. In a second, it sucked out all of his blood, and when he fell, he was already a dried corpse.

Wherever Dongfang Qingyu and Small Pudding Guoguo passed, there were continuous screams. Behind them, there were corpses. The Southern Barbarians were also helpless. Gu insects rarely broke through to revive pets and arrived in front of them. If they couldn't get close, they wouldn't be able to attack themselves. Their combat strength wasn't very strong. If they went up, they would die. Most of the time, it wasn't that they couldn't get up. If they got closer, they would die. Dongfang Qingyu had an opportunity to be attacked by Dongfang Qingyu, but with a Mage, Dongfang Qingyu's shooting range far exceeded that of an archer. He became inhuman.

"Get lost, don't go!" With a loud shout, the water started to ripple slightly. The middle school teacher finally caught up to the two of them, he had already used all of his strength. However, Dongfang Qingyu and Small Pudding Guoguo's killing speed was not much slower than his. In addition, he had delayed the gathering of his subordinates. That was why he had only caught up to them now.

"An expert!" Small Pudding Guoguo's eyes flashed. Whether he was an expert or not, there were many times when she did not need to make a move. It could be seen from his aura and eyes.

"You are too kind!" Dongfang Qingyu said.

"What's wrong?" Small Pudding Guoguo was confused.

"He told us to go down the street, but you called him an expert to repay his grievances directly. This kind of magnanimity makes me admire him." Dongfang Qingyu said.

"When you speak, can you not look around with your eyes?" Small Pudding Guoguo held back her embarrassment. She only listened to Dongfang Qingyu's words and there was nothing wrong with it. It was just that his eyes were staring straight at her chest. In an instant, she had exposed herself.

"I can't help it!" Dongfang Qingyu smiled awkwardly.

"You two made me angry!" The three corpse gods were so angry that they jumped up from their seats. Treating him as nothing, this was the greatest insult to him. Gritting his teeth, he said: "Kill them for me, do not accept surrender and beg for mercy"

"Is there any difference between surrendering and begging for mercy?" Dongfang Qingyu asked.

"There's no difference!" Small Pudding Guoguo said.

"Since there is no difference, why did he repeat it?" Dongfang Qingyu asked again.

"It is enough to know that he is illiterate. Don't expose him." Small Pudding Guoguo said.

"Uh, uh, uh... I will pay attention next time." Dongfang Qingyu was embarrassed.

"Kill these two people as fast as you can. Use all your methods. The more ruthless the better." The middle school teacher was really angry. His voice was squeezed out from between his teeth, and it was as cold as the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month.

"Big guy, you have to be tolerant as a person. Take a step back and live a longer life. With your temper, it's easy for you to have high blood pressure. By the way, did you buy insurance?" Dongfang Qingyu asked.

"You..." The middle school teacher was a person who was not good with words. At this moment, he had the urge to scold someone, but he realized that the simple words in his mind were... For the first time ever, he had been so eager to become a scholar. Scholars could scold people to their heart's content.

"Teleportation!"

Dongfang Qingyu appeared in front of the teacher and released a brilliant aura. In an instant, it covered an area of 1,000 meters, turning the teacher and his subordinates into yellow.

"Poison Fang Technique!"

"Poison Fang Technique!!"

"Poison Fang Technique!"

...

The basic number of Poison Fang Technique was 1000, but after the Magic Wand, props, decorations and Small Pudding Guoguo's enhanced halo, in other words, the number of Poison Fang each time was 3500.

What kind of concept was this? The battlefield killing weapon, Gatling, had just been developed. The rate of firing was 1,000 bullets per minute. As it slowly improved and updated, now, Gatling's firing speed was basically maintained at 6,000 bullets per minute. In other words, Dongfang Qingyu's Fang Technique was already waiting for one Gatling.

Each poison teeth dealt 10,000 to 15,000 damage, and the poison damage was 50,000 per second. However, for most of the Southern Barbarian people, the poison was no longer meaningful. They couldn't even withstand the first round of physical damage.

Miserable screams filled the air. The white poisonous fangs had a wisp of terrifying green on the tip, like walls. Even an egg sized target would find it hard to escape from where they had shot through.

The casting time of Poison Fang Technique was 0.1 seconds, and the cooldown was 0.5 seconds. Dongfang Qingyu's mistake could be ignored. Adding it up, it was 0.6 seconds. With the help of Small Pudding Guoguo's deceleration halo and various props, 0.6 seconds was compressed to 0. 25 seconds. In other words, Dongfang Qingyu could shoot magic four times per second.

In 3 seconds, Dongfang Qingyu shot out 42,000 poison teeth.

The anger on the face of the middle school teacher turned into a daze, and a dull look turned into fear. When his body released a red light, the poisonous fangs had already shot onto his body, causing intense pain.

The Banyan tree's leaves had shattered, the willow tree's leaves had shattered, the runes had shattered, and the giant python that had transformed from his chest had shattered... All of this had happened within three seconds.

The middle schoolteacher held the red fruit in his hand, but he didn't have the time to stuff it into his mouth. He couldn't even scream because just as he opened his mouth, his throat was pierced through by the venomous fangs.

Behind him, his subordinates, Magi... The situation they faced was one look. Some counterattacked, some defended, some escaped... But no matter what choice they made, the speed of the densely packed poisonous fangs wouldn't change.1

It was as if a fierce wind had blown away the fallen leaves. Over two hundred Southern barbarians had fallen in an instant. The remaining barbarians didn't die because of the formidable power of the HP. It was purely because they were standing behind them. The people in front had blocked most of the poisonous tusks. They had only suffered a small amount of the poisonous tusks.

However, they had only died a second or two later.

"Poison Fang Technique!"

"Poison Fang Technique!!"

"Poison Fang Technique!"

...

There was only despair and helplessness on the faces of the Southern barbarians. They had no idea how to defend themselves. The few Magi stood still, allowing the poisonous fangs to cover them.

Dongfang Qingyu suddenly let out a muffled groan. He was bitten by a small red snake on his feet.

-180000.

-180000.

'-180,000. '

...

The joy in the snake's owner's eyes had just surfaced when he was killed by the venomous fangs. He was unable to see what was happening behind him. He was hoping that Dongfang Qingyu would die as well. He was lucky. Otherwise, seeing hope but being extinguished was the most painful thing.

There were also crazy people in the Southern barbarians. They knew they were going to die, so they decided not to resist. They summoned the Gu at the cost of their lives, and before they died, they gave Dongfang Qingyu a fierce blow. They were looking forward to perishing together with Dongfang Qingyu. They even liked to see Dongfang Qingyu die in front of them. But very quickly, they were disappointed. Dongfang Qingyu simply allowed the Gu worm to attack him. In just a few seconds, the HP had been reduced by a few million, meaning that he wouldn't die.

When the last barbarian fell, Small Pudding Guoguo flew to Dongfang Qingyu's side. A few rays of milky white light fell down, and Dongfang Qingyu's poison was immediately cured. A few more rays of light shot out, and Dongfang Qingyu's HP was restored to its maximum value.

The plague was very magical. Small Pudding Guoguo was unable to cure it, but the poison of the Gu worm was nothing to her.

"Aiyo, you can even revive, I've underestimated you!" Dongfang Qingyu was ready to clean up the battlefield when a light flashed in the distance. The dead middle school teacher was revived. He was more than two meters tall and was too eye-catching. It was impossible not to see him even if he wanted to.

- The content came from [Migua Reading]

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