Chapter 282: World-class monster

"The battlefield of the world has opened ... strong men from major guilds, prove to the world the power of your guild!"
When Mo Shigui led the crowd of pulsating nuclei into the area of ​​the First Hospital, a dark purple cue appeared in front of his eyes with the special effect of flame burning.
This line of prompts also carries a silhouette of a dragon spurting flames, while two new windows pop up in the sight of Mo Shigui.
"World Battleground Guild output contribution
1. Gray pupil meeting: 94611
2. Abyss Temple: 71231
3. South wind howling: 61432
... "
Is this a world-class copy? Mo Shigui watched the monster terminal dragon occupying the entire first area from afar.
Its body size is one to five times larger than the Ember Dragon, and it is impossible for players to knock on its head.
Mo Shigui can only see players from major guilds tumbling wildly under his stomach and claws, chopping its dragon tail with weapons, or madly pedicing the terminal dragon and massaging his belly.
After experiencing the final dragon for a while, they said that the effect was great, so they roared and gave the holy spirit who gave it a pedicure with a dragon breath.
There is also a personal output contribution value of the world battlefield below this window.
"Lao Song is sorry! You are here this time! This is our place."
Can Xin and his abyss temple guild have occupied the best output point of the terminal dragon, and the area beside the terminal dragon has basically been found by other guilds.
However, before the words of the heart were finished, the four shield soldiers in the front row of their guild died because they could not bear the abyss corrosion from the end dragon.
"Cooperate?" Mo Shigui didn't have room to answer him when he asked Canxin.
He directly raised his black iron shield and rushed towards the terminal dragon after switching to the defensive state.
"Fuck! I really want to hit you voice!"
I looked at the leaping nucleus who ran away from my side with all my heart. The leaping nucleus player is indeed the first guild of the Holy Spirit. When the shield soldiers in the abyss temple were killed, Mo Shigui led his guild Five shield soldiers stood up.
"Pull it! There is a BUFF with superimposed damage on this terminal dragon!"
Mo Shi returned to the moment near the end of the dragon, and a negative BUFF appeared on his body instantly.
"Abyss Corrosion: Each layer of Abyss Blood is superimposed every second. Each layer of Abyss Blood is equipped with bleeding flesh tissue growing on the surface, and the damage from the terminal dragon is increased by 2%.
This BUFF does not make Mo Shigui feel accidental. The powerful monsters in the game basically have these tank-specific skills, and this skill of the terminal dragon can be handled well.
All it takes is a tank rotation, but the problem is ... they are now behind the claws of the end dragon.
A large number of spiked tentacles grow on the terminal dragon. These tentacles will restrain players who want to escape, tearing them into the terminal dragon's body.
"How many T's are there in Canxin?" Mo Shigui stabbed the heel of the end dragon with a long sword, realizing that this world-class monster is not the lord monster on Bailand Island.
Just a guild cannot defeat it! At least two or even four guilds must join forces to kill this world-class monster.
"Why should I listen to you? Seven Master Ts, 130,000 HP, Defense 3,200, Four Vice Ts! I have sent their IDs!"
Canxin saw that the tentacles growing on the terminal dragon suddenly caught the espresso who was poking at the heel of the terminal dragon with a small spear. He realized that this was not the time to tear.
"Oh my god, the coffee maker is hanging up again!"
"Oh ... it was eaten by that dragon's body. This boss is so pitiful."
"Don't eat it up, that dragon spit out the tombstone of the coffee maker."
"You pighead nurses pull me!"
"The first echelon tank exchange! Slightly brittle, anemia, Shami tops me!"
Mo Shigui silently counted the number of layers of abyss corrosion on his body. When the damage caused by the terminal dragon increased by 50% to himself, the masters of the abyss temple were replaced by his orders. Their location.
During the retreat of Mo Shi, the spiked tentacles extended on the terminal dragon wanted to catch him, but all of them were cut off by his long sword ... but one shield soldier was still given by the spiked tentacles. Entangled, the twisted body of the dragon was pulled towards the end of the moment.
A gunner in the guild fired a laser cannon to shoot off the spiked tentacles, but a player in the Abyss Temple failed to escape. It was dragged into the body by the spiked tentacles of the terminal dragon. inside.
In less than five seconds, the player became a tombstone and was vomited by the body of the terminal dragon.
What makes Mo Shigui feel the most thorny is ... After the end dragon eats the player, the flesh and blood tissue under the abdomen festers and drips a pool of slimy flesh, which gradually forms a human figure.
"Abyssal Creatures, Level: 51, Common Creatures, HP: 14241/14241."
Only 10,000 HP is very good to deal with, but the problem is ... these mobs will be accompanied by more and more players.
"Leave a wide range of lethal skills! Wait for my command to release!" Mo Shigui looked at the tail part of the terminal dragon on the other side, which is the area where Coke is frantically responsible. He can see from a glance A large number of abyssal creations gathered.
Mo Shigui can only pray that passersby players don't mess around in this world-class lords battle, but at this moment, the dragon finally waved his forelimbs and suddenly shot towards the ground.
Its powerful forelimbs directly broke the ground and buried the claws in the ground. Then ... the ground suddenly started to shake.
"Be careful!" Mo Shigui shouted at the members of the guild.
A large number of spiked tentacles suddenly appeared on the ground. Their damage was not high, but it destroyed the original formations of the major guilds.
Among the most tragic in this spiked tentacle attack was the Shenmeng Proposal Committee, or Heifengzhai.
"Are you okay?"
Mo Swordsman is following Shen Meng and Cola Mania to cut the dragon tail of the end dragon.
Heifengzhai is all made up of a group of water friends. Organization and discipline do not exist in this guild.
"I'm okay ... but don't you think this monster is disgusting? I have a nausea."
Shen Meng waved the big sword in her hand and released a soul-stealing seal to cut off all the tentacles in front of her.
But when she looked at the end dragon in the distance ... the end dragon gradually twisted the festering body, making Shen Meng ... a little disgusting.
"Isn't it? Mengge ~ EbookFREE.me ~ You have been so happy to play so many multi-port VR games before. This dragon is a pediatrics."
"Our dream brother is scared! The water friends give a big song to the boss!"
Shen Meng listened to the roar of the water friends next to her. She could only smile bitterly in addition to the bitter smile, because Shen Meng sold the kind of sturdy big sister in the live broadcast.
I usually say that something is really sleepy. This stuff is too scary. I ca n’t stand it and it will be treated as a joke by the water friends.
But this time Shen Meng really had some nausea. This nausea didn't only come from the heavy taste of the terminal dragon, but also ... 3D vertigo.
She got a handful of people, and just accidentally was hit by the spikes released by the terminal dragon to the sky and then fell.
This feeling made her have a severe 3D vertigo.
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