Thanks to the efforts of Anse and them, after only a few magical hours, this small undead contact battle has been over. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The second-order priest who believes in the god of death prays here, borrowing the power of the gods to resend the soul fire scattered in this land of the dead into the great cycle of heaven and earth.

And then, some people began to gather the dead bodies of their comrades with red eyes.

Although they have Anse's pressing, and they are also well-trained in reality. But their professional level is too low after all.

On the battlefield, the sword has no eyes, and if you are not careful, you will end up in blood. It is simply too normal to have a dozen dead and wounded.

It's just that now players are not as good as before, and they have entered the infinite world completely in the flesh.

Once the body dies, unless there is a god who holds the authority of death, resurrection, life, healing, light, etc., and so on. Otherwise, where is the chance of resurrection?

It's just how hard it is to get these gods to do it. At least the god who can have these powers is not above the weak divine power, where will he look at the player?

At the very least, since the reopening of the infinite world, there are not a few players who have died, but none of the players have been able to move the gods to send down miracles.

"Let's clean up the battlefield a little, and we'll leave in half an hour!"

Anse dismounted and stood still, put away the fake version of the holy sword in his hand, looked around the surrounding environment, and then looked at the corpse of his comrade-in-arms, and sighed slightly. Directly to everyone here,

"The current environment here, the conflict between positive and negative energies is too strong, and the elements are chaotic, which can attract the attention of those high-level undead at any time.

With our strength, we are completely incapable of resisting in front of them. Clean up the battlefield, let's leave immediately! ”

"Yes, Captain." Even if the people here mourn in their hearts, they all let go of the things in their hands and are awe-inspiring in their hearts.

Anse is indeed right, those who are above the high level of the undead have already given birth to their own wisdom. It's not like those muddy skeletons can be compared. Compared to the two, they are two completely different creatures.

The undead and the dark spirit, this series of extraordinary professions, is to cast a wide net and catch fish slowly. Often, under the body of a high-level undead, it represents the destruction or extinction of tens of thousands of low-level undead.

But the birth of a high-level undead is completely worth the loss of thousands of low-level undead!

Because of this, it is conceivable what will happen if such a person is attracted here. Now they have all entered the world in real bodies, and once they die, it is estimated that there will be no one to collect the corpses.

"It's really an infinite system. If it weren't for the collective mission of our group this time, which was to kill enough undead creatures in this netherworld, we wouldn't have made it to the battlefield above the legend. It's been a long time, and I'm looking for my own death. ”

"Shhhh What do you want? The infinite system is directly managed under the eight supreme crowns, which is also what you can arrange?

If this is heard by your majesty, just a random thought will be enough to make us collectively extinguish nothingness. ”

After hearing the whispered muttering of one of the warriors. Many people have changed color, even ordinary gods have divine grace like the sea, and divine power is like hell, not to mention the real supreme crown that shakes the entire infinite world at every turn? I'm really impatient!

After a few noisy and noisy scenes. Time is slipping away again.

"Is it all packed up? Let's go, let's go together. Anse took a closer look at the battlefield again, and after missing nothing, he pulled up his horse and walked in front of him, as a vanguard. The people around him were also following closely behind, step by step.

"Commander." Walking ahead, a young man in a gray mage robe was also walking with Anse in a few steps.

"Why, Gari."

"Commander. The losses have already been sorted out. As for the specific completion of the task, I also sorted it out. Would you like to take a look? ”

After a few steps, he lowered his voice and reported to him.

"Hmm." Anse nodded slightly, and began to listen to the clerk talk about the current situation little by little.

Speaking of which, they are also sad. The current infinite world is very different from the previous situation, it seems that there has been this kind of continental-level or legendary-level battlefield before, and these players are not running past?

But now everyone knows that the transcendent person does not cherish life? Who would dare to risk throwing their lives into such an extraordinary meat grinder, where a random stray bullet can destroy themselves!

In such a situation, how many people who really have brains dare to really devote themselves to such a large-scale task? It's too late to hide!

It's just a pity that the weekly mandatory mission is like a lock, stuck on the player's body.

And it will still increase with the level of the task. Like them, the real national first-class corps is faintly cared for.

As far as Anse himself knew, at least dozens of large mercenary groups had been thrown into this battlefield by the Infinite World. As for small teams, scattered players, there are countless of them.

On both sides, the neutral tripartite camp of the evil order, under the eight supreme crowns, and the existence of many gods and above, are all faintly intervening in this battlefield, and thinking about it can shock the hearts of any person in the know.

"But fortunately, we were only given the task of invading the undead, and we just brushed the edges.

If this really receives a large-scale task of camp confrontation, it will be really bad. In the face of the evil and chaotic madman, it is difficult for us to really gain the upper hand no matter how many people we throw into it. ”

Anse listened to the clerk next to him as he continued to describe the various losses and the completion of the task. On the other hand, he was distracting from his thoughts, thinking about how to complete the task and bring the group of people behind him out of such a battlefield completely.

Such a high-demon battlefield was still barely acceptable to him, but for the transcendents behind him, most of whom were second-order, it was really unfriendly.

And now outside the city of Usseril, the living and the dead are facing each other, and there are also days of confrontation. After all, Useril City is backed by the world of the gods, and countless transcendents are stationed in every extra day, and it can't wait a few more days to accumulate strength.

But on the side of the undead, it is the same, only maintaining a low-intensity extraordinary battle, and the high-level and above have not shown much so far, which is worth everyone's thoughts.

So far, the decisive battle between the two sides, the real legend, has not yet begun. The same gods have not yet made a move.

And that's the player's chance. If they hadn't completed the task given by the infinite system in this short period of time.

Once the two sides are completely at war, it will definitely be a battlefield rampage. The so-called high-level is not as good as a dog, and legends are everywhere, and only a true god can shake it. By that time, what tasks have the players completed, they are all cannon fodder!

Anse knows this, and the players who work hard here know it, and the real countries around the world that are constantly watching the situation here.

"Alas~ The strength of our players is still too low. If we can have high-level and above professionals, transcendentals, how can we be so passive? At the very least, you can stand firm. ”

After listening to the clerk explain the completion of their mission. Anse sighed again.

But at this moment, above the sky, the dark canopy woven by the aura of the endless Nether Undead communicated with the Void Plane centered on Useril City, and the magical brilliance of the earth's demon veins emitted an unusually shining brilliance at the same time.

In the darkness, Anse seemed to hear the cries of all the undead in the Netherlands.

Then, there were deep and magnificent qi machines gushing out from the depths of the Netherworld.

"What's going on!! Is it time for the real war? "On the battlefield, such a vision has shocked many players in an instant!

"What!! This is a vision of the gods! Among the brainless guys of the undead clan, someone is going to be a god!! ”

In Useril City, nearly ten legendary professionals also raised their heads at this time, and the surprise in their eyes was indescribable.

"The undead are gods! How dare they!! Aren't you afraid that the crown of death will wipe them out directly!! ”

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(To be continued.) )