Chapter 321: caught you

The fight between the player and the mercenary continues, and the battle between the black dragon Myrell and a dozen silver mercenaries is gradually intensifying...
Every moment, players and mercenaries died in battle, blood was spilled on the ground, and the corpse slowly disappeared or turned to ashes and scattered with the wind, and Meryl also added a lot of wounds under the siege of everyone.
Of course, the dozen silver mercenaries who besieged Myrell did not have much advantage.
They found that the strength of this underage black dragon was much stronger than they thought.
Even if the thirteen people besieged together, and used the sixth-ring magic to control the opponent in advance, there are still two silver professionals with less strength who accidentally died under the opponent's claws and dragon breath.
The battle between the black dragon and the silver mercenary gradually stalemate, but the battle of ordinary mercenaries became more difficult with another unexpected event.
I saw that the mercenary camp was protected by layers of archers and mage areas. Suddenly hundreds of mercenaries drew out their weapons, backhand killing those long-range mercenaries who focused all their energy on dealing with peripheral enemies.
That was the first test player who disguised as a mercenary and mixed into the mercenary group.
As the war continued, they had gradually moved to the most defensive and vigilant mages and archers among the mercenaries.
In the sight of other mercenaries or furious, or puzzled, these powerful first test players jumped back, laughing and giving the mercenary group a center blossom...
With the attack of the first test players, the situation on the entire battlefield became more chaotic. The peripheral players cheered and the mercenaries showed signs of collapse.
The fierce fighting became more and more fierce, and the ground had long been stained with blood red. What everyone didn't notice was that the blood that had fallen on the ground seemed to be drawn by some inexplicable force and began to move along a certain trajectory.
A huge and complex magic circle was formed just below the battlefield.
At the moment when the formation was formed, dozens of "Mages of Frontier Uncle" hidden among the mercenaries simultaneously drew a dagger from his arms and decisively pierced it into his heart.
The mercenaries around were bewildered by their sudden suicide.
Then, they were horrified to find that a puff of black blood began to gush out from the chests of these suicidal wizards.
And the bodies of these mages, like ice and snow encountering flames, melted instantly and turned into a pool of black sludge exuding a foul smell.
The sludge quickly combined with the magic circle on the ground, and the quiet magic circle burst out with a deep brilliance, emitting a trace of black mist.
An evil and chaotic atmosphere began to continue to spread on the battlefield.
The fighting mercenaries felt their bodies sink, as if something was pulling their legs.
They lowered their heads subconsciously, and then they were horrified to find that each black arm came out of the ground, grabbed their bodies, and exuded an evil and dark power, constantly eroding into their bodies...
With the erosion, these mercenaries were horrified to find that their bodies had begun to expand, growing layers of black hideous scales.
Players have also been eroded by this strange power.
However, these black arms can only grab the players' bodies and cannot invade their bodies.
But even so, players were taken aback by the sudden change:
"Fuck! Such a thing? A bow of my head scared me!"
"Shadow? Shadow monster? This thing is pulling my legs!"
"Cut them down!"
The weapons exchanged by the mall seem to have unexpected lethality on this weird arm.
The players did not spend too much energy to clean up these strange black hands that entangled themselves.
However, the mercenaries in the center of the huge circle almost all began to mutate towards the monster.
As the black energy eroded, most of them had lost their minds and roared like beasts.
At this time, the first test players finally recognized the changes in the mercenaries:
"No! They are mutating toward the desperate scale monster!"
"Can't let them change! Kill them quickly!"
A dozen silver mercenaries who fought against the black dragon also discovered changes on the battlefield.
Seeing the mercenaries continue to be eroded by the weird power and turned into monsters, they were shocked and angry.
However, they quickly lose attention to others.
Because they discovered to their horror that their bodies had also begun to be eroded by that black ability.
And at this time, the mercenary who first started to change finally turned into a complete monster.
The hideous black armor and the iconic dragon tail are exactly the desperate scale monsters players have ever encountered!
However, after becoming the Desperate Scale Monster, the abnormality of their bodies did not end, but continued to swell.
And with the expansion, countless cracks opened in their bodies, and a black mist continued to spread from it...
In the end, they finally reached their limit, and with a howl of pain, their bodies exploded into a pool of mud surrounded by black mist.
And these sludge, as if there was life, instantly rushed towards the black dragon Myrell controlled by the Devil Vine.
Merrill also suffered the erosion of that strange power.
At this moment, although its body hasn't changed, its eyes gradually become hollow and dull.
It was almost without resistance, it was wrapped in the strange sludge that came up.
"caught you."
In a hidden space, an old voice slowly sounded, with a hint of self-satisfaction.
Then, I saw a strong spatial fluctuation suddenly surged through Myrell's body.
Under a deep light, its huge body suddenly became illusory, distorted, and gradually disappeared...
This is teleportation.
Not magic, but a teleportation technique unique to mythical creatures.
Every existence that steps into the myth can expend divine power on the plane of its own, and teleport where it can reach.
It's just that this time it was not Eve who used the teleportation, but the desperate dragon Nidhogg.
Using mercenaries to hunt black dragons and everything is fake.
His real purpose is to take advantage of the chaos to infiltrate his power into the battlefield, and to catch the black dragon and send it back to where he is.
There is no need to show up by yourself, nor to show up by yourself.
No matter who the opponent is, no matter what trap the opponent sets, Niederhogg will never step into it.
Just catch your goal back.
Niederhogg believes that no one knows that he can do such a transmission.
Because this transmission is actually easily interrupted by the existence of other myths, they can easily prevent this transmission within the sphere of influence of other myths.
However, having mastered the power of the abyss, Nidhogg had a way to use the power of the abyss to simulate the realm of Gods from a long distance, temporarily isolating the power of other true gods.
The huge magic circle on the ground just now was used by Him to simulate God's Domain.
Therefore, no matter who the other party is, in the realm of God that he simulates, he cannot stop him from sending the black dragon away.
Of course, this kind of god's domain is fake, and it can be easily solved for the existence of myth.
However, Niederhogger caught this time difference.
He succeeded.
Myrell's figure disappeared, and the magic circle on the ground suddenly collapsed, leaving only a group of mutated mercenaries and players to continue fighting.
And somewhere in the maple leaf collar, in a secret underground ruin.
An illusory dragon figure ~EbookFREE.me~ occupies the deepest part of the ruins.
Suddenly, a deep light flashed in front of him, and a young black dragon with wounds all over appeared.
It was Myrell.
Looking at the black dragon that appeared in front of him, a faint sense of pride and joy appeared on the illusory dragon face of the dragon-shaped phantom.
He stretched out his illusory dragon claws, and grabbed it at Merrill.
But at the moment when he was about to catch the opponent, Myrell's sluggish gaze suddenly became agile.
I saw its pair of scarlet vertical pupils turned into a pair of magnificent purple eyes, instantly looking at the illusory dragon-shaped phantom.
"caught you."
An empty and beautiful female voice resounded through the ruins.
The smile of the dragon-shaped phantom froze on his face.
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