20demayo Chapter 641 The Silence of the Survivors
Chapter 641 The Silence of the Survivors
The dragon's breath that was ready to be released was forcibly interrupted deep in its throat, making a dull explosion, and the backlash caused its huge head to shake painfully.
The chains were stretched straight, emitting teeth-grinding groans, and several spellcasters were spitting blood from their mouths, their bodies trembling violently. They were obviously enduring the terrifying backlash force and could be torn apart at any time.
This last-ditch restraint gave everyone the last and only chance!
"The weak point is in the chest...that wound!" Bai Zhi screamed.
Her sword had been broken long ago, and now she was holding an energy pistol, desperately pouring fire towards the horrific wound on the Frost Lord's chest that was so deep that the bone was visible and that almost pierced his heart.
As for close combat...letting Bai Zhi fight the dragon with her legs made of flesh and blood? That's not bravery and strategy, it's stupidity!
That wound was a fatal injury left by a player who had a golden disposable armor-piercing item and paid the price with his life!
“Focus fire——!!!”
At this moment, all the players who could still move and launch attacks, no matter which camp they were in, let out the last roar of their lives!
The remaining long-range firepower, the sword energy and knife light emitted by close combat, and some people even rushed forward directly with energy bombs.
Of course, this guy actually has a transfer item that can transfer damage.
Then, colorful attacks of varying strengths, like a flood that broke through a dam, with the last madness of despair, all bombarded the fatal crack on the Frost Lord's chest.
A fierce murderous intent burst out from Xiao Jin's eyes. She ignored the severe pain that was tearing her whole body apart and her almost numb left arm.
[Phantom Step] was pushed to the extreme, and the figure left several afterimages in the flying ice and energy turbulence.
She flapped her wings and leaped high, then took advantage of the momentum of a dive, tightly grasping the long sword covered in lightning with both hands.
The strange spatial fluctuations appeared again, accumulating all the remaining strength, and carrying Xiao Jin's cold and murderous knife.
Like falling thunder, it pierced into the deepest part of the crack in the Frost Lord's chest with incredible precision and ferocity. At the same time, the remaining dark purple lightning on the blade rushed in frantically!
“Pfft——!!!”
This time, it was the dull sound of the heart being pierced!
"hold head high--!!!"
The Frost Lord's final roar was filled with incredible pain and despair of his fleeting life!
Its huge body suddenly stiffened, and its huge vertical pupils burning with dark blue soul fire instantly lost all their luster, becoming empty and dim.
The chains that bound them lost their power to resist, causing several players who cast spells to collapse to the ground like puppets with their strings cut.
Under the gazes of countless people, the mountain-like head of the Frost Lord was torn and cut off by the sword energy erupting from within and the energy of external concentrated fire with a teeth-grinding sound of bones breaking.
The huge head, with golden ice blood gushing out like a waterfall, smashed down on the broken ice surface, splashing icy dust all over the sky!
[Ding! Final stage mission: Destroy the revived Frost Lord, completed! ]
[The player contribution list has been released, please click to view it, rewards are being calculated...]
The cold system prompt sounded, but it could no longer arouse any cheers.
There was dead silence on the battlefield.
There was only the howling of the cold wind blowing through the broken glaciers, and the heavy, painful, post-disaster gasps of the survivors.
On the huge headless corpse of the Frost Lord, the stolen "head of the Beast God" slowly floated up, emitting a soft yet majestic light.
It ignored the fatigue and pain below, followed some invisible rules, and under the complex gazes of everyone, it flew steadily and irresistibly into the distance - in the direction of the leopard people's totem pole.
The leopard commander will become the new beast god.
It seems that the ultimate winner of this battle is indeed Country Z.
At this moment, all the players silently turned their eyes to the gathering place of the players from Country Z, and to the slender figure who was half-kneeling on the ground holding a long sword, with his shoulders slightly heaving...
After seeing this, Luo Feiyu, regardless of the blood on his face, quietly gave a look, asking all the remaining players from Country Z to stand together, and quietly hid Xiao Jin behind the crowd.
But he was obviously too nervous.
Soon, the surviving players looked around blankly and shifted their focus.
Just because the ice battlefield, which was once bustling with thousands of people, now only has more than 300 shaky and bloody figures left.
They came from different countries, wearing different tattered equipment, and their faces were a mixture of pain, numbness, confusion and a trace of emptiness after surviving a disaster.
Back then, there were ten camps, each with more than three hundred people, marching into the dungeon in a mighty force...Now, only one in ten is left.
Behind the cold numbers are countless lives that have come to an abrupt end.
You know, every survival game is played in countless identical parallel worlds. If there are only 300 people left in one world, how many people are left on Blue Planet?
When I think of this, there is no joy of victory, but only heavy, blood-soaked fatigue and sadness that penetrates deep into the bone marrow.
[Ding——Congratulations to the player for clearing this instance. The player will return to the train space after the countdown ends]
【10、9、……5、4、……2、1】
hum-
A soft but irresistible white light instantly enveloped all the survivors.
The system's transmission mechanism was activated, leaving them no time to sigh or say goodbye.
The next second, in the cold, clean train compartment filled with a faint scent of sunlight, Xiao Jin's figure emerged in the white light.
She still looked seriously injured and dying, with white bones on her left shoulder, bloodstains on her neck, and her body trembling slightly due to blood loss and severe pain.
She didn't even have the energy to look at Amo who also fell to the ground. She just used up her last bit of willpower to issue commands in her mind.
[System... deduct points... treatment...]
The soft white light enveloped her again, and the powerful healing power began to take effect.
Soon, Xiao Jin's broken bones began to reshape, his torn flesh began to heal, and the cold that had invaded his bone marrow was dispelled...
The severe pain receded like the tide, replaced by the numbness and itchiness brought by the repair and the exhaustion that penetrated deep into the soul.
But Xiao Jin didn't know that at this moment, the entire player channel outside was like being thrown into a bottomless abyss.
There was no celebration of survival, no joy of mission completion, and no discussion of generous rewards.
There was only a dead silence.
Absolute, heavy, soul-crushing silence...
[Number of players: 1303749604……]
13……
In peacetime, the population of Country Z alone is much more than this number!
In the channel interface, the information flow completely stagnated.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment. Only the faint hum of the system's healing beam could be heard clearly in the dead silence of the carriage.