Chapter 499: God punishment

Latest website: The enshrined idol is not the same as the idol temporarily pinched by the player. If it is really profaned, then it will really be punished...
Not only that, but the opponent is likely to sense Eve following the player who caused the trouble.
Of course, now Eve already has a vest, even if it is sensed, there is nothing to do, but the dead player is definitely going to be cold.
Although Uller is not as powerful as the Eternal Lord Itou, the true is after all.
The anger of the true is not something players can bear.
"However, Xiao Xianmiao wrote in the guide that players should prepare their own idols for safety, so no one should die."
Eve murmured.
However, just like responding to Eve’s sigh, it didn’t take long for him to think of this, and he instantly sensed that dozens of players in the desert of death would die immediately...
Less than a second before and after death.
And it was a complete death, one that didn't even have time to recover most of the remaining life energy.
At the same time, Eve suddenly sensed that there was a familiar force in the world that wanted to follow the player's death to pursue his game network...
However, his game network and belief network are connected.
Here, Eve is the master.
So... He shielded the other party with just a move in his heart.
Even, he even gave up the last little bit of life power that could be recovered, so that the other party did not even touch his heels.
But faintly, before shielding the other party, Eve seemed to hear a roar that seemed to come from a distant void.
That roar, majesty, vast...
The content is:
"The Blasphemer! Death!"
Eve:...
He was silent for a while, stretched out his hand in the air and tapped slightly, connected to the dozens of players who died, and called up the scene before their death...
It was a wasteland reclamation group of a small guild.
Like other players, they also took aim at a small tribe, and learned how to attack the cute committee at night, and successfully won.
Of course, because they were too few in number, they worked with several other small guilds during the battle.
In the last ten seconds of the screen, it was the scene of them being in the tent of the Orc tribe, making the Orc captives spit on the Uller idol...
That is the statue of Ural enshrined in a tribe of orcs.
Then, a dazzling brilliance burst out from the idol, and the power of faith condensed in it turned into a huge lightning. In the horrified gaze of the orcs, and the surprised gaze of the players, it shot down...
Boom...
The light drowned everything.
Then it turned into darkness.
Vaguely, a distant roar came...
"The Blasphemer! Die!"
That familiar tone, familiar style...
Ural, the of winter and hunting.
His voice, with unquenchable anger, was like an erupting volcano.
Eve:...
At this moment, He fell silent.
In the next second, Eve sensed dozens of elves with holy light shining all over his body.
Those players who had just been killed by lightning and resurrected with spare bodies according to the resurrection program that Eve had set long ago.
Their expressions were still a little dazed, and they didn't seem to realize what had happened.
But soon, someone laughed:
"Puff...hahaha, we were hacked to death, we were hacked to death, hahaha..."
Someone slapped the thigh and suddenly realized:
"Fuck! So you can't spit at the real idols! Why would it really arouse God's anger?"
However, he soon ushered in the contempt of other players:
"You know! Didn't you pay attention to the previous Maple Leaf City plot? Demacia and the others were punished by splashing on the statue of the Eternal Lord! I have persuaded you! You just don't want to be lazy Listen! Now it’s okay, just get back to life..."
After being frantically complained about, the stunned player smiled in a daze:
"Isn't this a fluke...Who knows there is really a punishment...Cough cough, it's okay, the coordinates are still there, we can go back...and pick up the equipment we dropped by the way."
"Hey...this time, it will take a lot of time. One time and one time, I have to run a long way..."
"I just hope that the equipment is still in place... Don't be like the last guild, the equipment was also picked up by the orcs after the destruction, and it took a long time to catch up..."
The equipment bound after the player's death in the desert of death cannot be sent back.
However, the coordinates can be displayed on the minimap.
Therefore, the players will either go with each other and take care of each other to help gather the equipment after the death of each other, or they will follow the coordinates of the minimap to pick up the equipment after death...
Of course, considering that the enemy is often present when it is completely destroyed, it will be more difficult for the latter to recover the equipment...
And if you provoke those large tribes...
If you can't get it back, let's untie it and wash and sleep. It will save you a long time and also consume the binding contribution of equipment.
But soon, the smirking player stopped laughing.
"Fuck! Why is my bound equipment gone?!"
Looking at the empty small map, his expression changed.
"How come there are no bound equipment? You guy forgot to bind, right?"
The other players laughed.
Of course, they all quickly exploded:
"Fuck! I don't have any equipment..."
"No! Not on the minimap! Not on the personal binding information!"
"Don't even talk about equipment! My Familiar is also dead!"
After repeated confirmations by these players, they found that all the equipment they were bound to were really gone, even after the familiars in the pet slot showed their deaths, they fell into wailing...
"BUG! This must be a BUG!"
"I want to complain to the official website! I want to complain to the official website!"
"Ahhhhhhh! My storage ring! The storage ring I just exchanged! There is also the magic gun remodeling materials that I finally saved!"
"My demon! My beloved Crypt Spider! It was a long time before Rose gave it to me... I knew I shouldn't have taken it to the desert of death..."
These resurrected players are completely crazy...
Eve:...
Seeing these wailing players, he fell silent again.
After a long time, he let out a long breath:
"I should understand that there will never be a lack of dead players in the game..."
After all, the true is the true god~EbookFREE.me~ Under God's punishment, there is nothing.
The players are not legendary professionals who can resist divine punishment, and the equipment in their hands is not a magical weapon. Naturally, they all turned to ashes under the lightning of Ural...
Of course, the same is true for those Warcraft.
It can only be said that they are unlucky.
And from this day on, the players of "Elf Country" finally "don't joke about the goddess in front of NPCs", "don't eat meat in front of Alice", "don't ask crypt spiders to mine", and "don't call After "Myrell Black Dragon", I learned the fifth taboo-
"Don't blaspheme the worshipped deity."
Even if it is hostile to the true god.
Don't die, die is bankrupt.
These are all lessons of blood and tears...