Chapter 597: Plane War Launched to Save a Dozen People

21 Assists and others rushed out of the cell with a dozen wizard NPCs who needed to be rescued.

Looking at the red-armored soldiers wandering outside, the wizards felt heavy in their hearts.

"Kill!"

The shouts of fighting came from the back.

The crazy undead quickly filled the road, rushed out, and rushed to the zombies in front like a flood.

The red-armored soldiers who seemed to have no consciousness were excited in an instant and raised their weapons.

At the moment of collision, some undead were harvested immediately.

The road was too narrow and crowded, and there were too many undead squeezed out. Everyone's fists and feet could not be used. In order not to hurt their teammates, everyone was suppressing themselves.

"Go!" 21 Assists and others led the NPCs to quietly leave from the other side.

"They..." The wizards looked back every three steps.

Although everyone was unfamiliar, seeing countless people rushing to their deaths in order to rescue themselves, their hearts were inevitably heavy.

"Our mission is to rescue you." 21 Assists looked serious and earnest, "We will not hesitate to be wiped out for this!"

Isn't it just a chance to play the beta map? The most important thing is to complete the mission. Compared with the Cursed Land map that is unknown when it will be truly opened, a new map that can be opened as long as the mission is completed is more attractive to the undead.

It represents new equipment, new skills, new resources, new BOSS, and possibly new gameplay.

However, the tragic scene behind, which was like a meat grinder, made the wizards feel heavy in their hearts, and even their eyes gradually became numb.

The wizards could only look forward with all their strength. The sacrifice had already occurred, and all they could do was run forward.

The process of escaping from the third tower pillar was more difficult than expected. Even though most of the attention was attracted by the battle over there, the part left for them actually had very little impact.

Despair urged their steps and kept speeding up.

But an even more desperate scene appeared. A large number of red-armored soldiers appeared in front of them. They returned from the front line and brought a large number of prisoners.

More desperate, until...

"Kill!"

The captives suddenly launched a suicide attack.

Again?

The wizards stared blankly at the group of captives launching attacks, with dazzling magic light on their bodies, and forcibly tearing a hole in the red-armored soldiers' formation with their own bodies.

The red-armored soldiers also launched a death attack, and the power beyond the understanding of ordinary wizards descended, as if an invisible hand was moving the battlefield.

"This way!"

The local tyrant team, led by Brother Gou, composed entirely of mechanically modified undead, was waving.

"They?" The wizards were confused.

"It's stable." Qiuyue, who had been silent, spoke.

And immediately got the nod of approval from others.

Yes, it's stable.

When it comes to PVP, some undead with extremely high combat awareness may dominate with their talents, but when it comes to PVE, the local tyrant undead who can quickly brush the map and spend money crazily are the absolute protagonists.

The alchemical map cannon, which costs hundreds of thousands of yuan per shot, is the simplest and most extreme stacking of materials. It is called expensive fireworks. Linde was even reluctant to waste resources to manufacture it, but he compromised after the undead spent money.

The power is only a little stronger, and the special effects are very eye-catching.

There is also a stable production line, and people keep buying it, and there is never a shortage of buyers.

And now, there is such a group of local tyrants waiting for them in front, and the strong peace of mind brought by spending money.

The mechanically modified undead people are deformed and quickly equipped with modified parts.

Cannon shooting, sweeping, throwing.

Explosion... a storm-like offensive.

The red-armored soldiers who have always occupied an absolute advantage were the first to collide with the money offensive from another plane.

One of the soldiers wearing red armor and dragging a huge blade sword in his hand raised the sword to block in front of him. The flames of the explosion engulfed him. The flowing flames hit the breastplate, shattered the flesh and blood on the chest, penetrated the bones and drilled out from the back.

The flames came out like poisonous snakes, drilling into the soldier's head along the blood vessels. People nearby could see that the blood vessels in his neck were filled with fiery red flames.

He opened his mouth and flames came out of his mouth.

The nasal cavity, ears, eyes, until the whole head was wrapped in flames and burned.

"Bang"

The corpse with a torn chest and a charred head fell to the ground with both knees and collapsed.

He was just a microcosm of this battle.

More and more figures died in the fierce attack.

The sky suddenly became gloomy, and the cursed land, which was already dim and lightless, was now truly dark. Only the light released by magic illuminated people's eyes, and they could barely distinguish the direction and the enemy.

"We must run faster." The NPC wizard looked up, "It must be Mr. Palatine."

"Can he control the weather?"

"This is his territory."

The NPC wizard emphasized, "His! The third tallest tower stone pillar! The absolute lord."

"So arrogant?"

The undead never lack the spirit of resistance. The enemy's strength does not make them afraid, but on the contrary, it makes them full of fighting spirit.

"Give me a spring, and I will definitely test its weight."

It is not so strange that the strong can control the weather, but it seems very abrupt in a world where there is obviously little lack of resources for life.

In the dark environment, heavy rain fell, pouring on everyone like ink, extinguishing the gathering magic flames.

The sticky touch made the undead feel something was wrong.

The negative effects such as "slowing down", "vulnerability" and "increased consumption" that appeared on the body later made the undead even worse.

It was not an advantage before, but now it has become more troublesome.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, gradually forming a flood, as if it was really going to swallow up the whole world.

The undead had difficulty shuttling through it. Every time they lifted their legs, they would be dragged by the turbulent water under their feet. The deeper they walked, the deeper the water was, submerging them to the waist.

"Where are the brothers who can fly? Save me."

"I can't fly, the air is banned."

"Damn!"

Various shouts and curses continued.

In such a bad situation, it was probably a rare good news to find that the red-armored soldiers were also slowed down by the rain and had difficulty moving.

"Are there any brothers who can use water magic?"

"There are some here."

"Hit the water in front of us!"

By attacking the water surface and breaking through the waves, the running speed was getting faster and faster, and after the undead who were good at frost magic joined, they directly turned into surfing.

"Wuhu~"

"Ohhh——"

Only the rescued wizard NPCs looked at each other in bewilderment. It was the first time they saw someone who could find fun while being hunted, and the way that magic was used was a bit beyond their understanding.

"There is a curse in the water." The expressions of the wizard NPCs became very ugly.

Bad situations came one after another.

Although Lord Palatine did not go far on the road of curse, the bad thing was that this land was called the Cursed Land, and the existence of curses was like the magic elements of the material plane, everywhere.

"Take this." An undead man handed over a pill.

"What is this?"

"Curse resistance medicine."

How could people wearing abyss suits not have resistance medicine? The abyss rift monsters they encountered were much crazier in curses than this world. They might have accumulated a full curse bar in a nap, unlike this world, which was very stable despite the curses.

The wizard NPCs were full of doubts.

How come you have everything?

"Front, they rushed out!"

"Sir Palatine, won't you chase them out?"

"Maybe we are not important."

That's right, there are only a few hundred people who escaped, which is not worth mentioning compared to the army behind.

Some mechanical believers who resisted madly are of no research value, and some wizards who were squeezed dry are also worthless.

The strange thing is that when they left that area, it was like penetrating a transparent fish tank. Turning back, dark clouds covered the top of the stone pillar of the third tallest tower. The surging flood was only an arm's length away, but was blocked by an invisible air wall.

There were lightning and thunder over there, and the breeze was warm over here.

Qiuyue stretched out his hand, and his fingertips gently brushed the flood. Then he seemed to feel something and quickly retracted his hand and retreated. At the same time, a magic bullet was thrown out almost as a mental reflex.

A red-armored soldier with a broken body tore through the barrier and staggered out with sticky rain.

"Puff!"

The magic bullet hit his forehead and knocked his helmet away.

Before he could make the next move, Qiuyue's magic fell again, and the flaming arrow pierced into his eye socket, pushing him back into the flood with a strong impact.

"Go!"

Now that they have temporarily gotten rid of the restraints behind them, the undead galloped on their way, and various ways of traveling appeared, showing their magical powers, and the wizard NPCs who watched were dumbfounded.

Pushed by the rhythm of the war, they approached the place where they came from.

"The portal is in front."

However, the anti-invasion war that has not yet ended has become the biggest obstacle in front.

"What is this?"

Only the wizard NPCs did not understand. When they heard this group of people say that their companions would come to help rescue people, they only thought that there were a small number of people responsible for receiving them.

They only needed to travel carefully and suppress their presence.

But the fact is just the opposite. They were very arrogant and swaggered along the way.

Not only that, but those who were responsible for receiving them were not a small number, but endless!

The number was so large that it was suffocating.

Is this really a war to save myself and a dozen other people? How can I be so worthy?

"This is a plane war."

A large number of enemies met the "humans" who rushed over to counter the invasion, and launched a terrifying battle. The terrifying and fierce battle set off waves of crazy flames.

Thunder roared, light balls burst, water gushed, and blood splashed.

In a battle of this level, the personal strength of ordinary people is meaningless. Most people have been bloodthirsty, blindly waving their weapons, and then taking the lives of the enemies under the guidance of the god of death.

Or... their own attack failed, and this was the prelude to their own burial.

"They suddenly became very crazy."

The mystic next to Mag said. He could observe the general situation on the battlefield. Although the cursed soldiers always had an absolute advantage, the endless influx of invaders made them feel powerless.

How many enemies are there?

The unknown is the most terrifying.

The sudden attack allowed the undead to successfully tear a small hole in the front line. The undead who rushed back from the third tallest tower stone pillar escorted the wizard NPCs into it.

Like ants crossing a fire wall, they huddled together and sacrificed their outer parts to protect the innermost safety.

"It seems that they are preparing to escort a group of people away." The mystic said.

"It can't be stopped." Mag said.

Although they knew that there must be something wrong with the figure they desperately wanted to send back, it was too late to see it. The material plane invaders who were counterattacking frantically might not be able to completely break through Mag's defense line, but if they really made up their minds to protect more than a dozen wizards, Mag really had no way.

When the wizards who needed to be escorted successfully left through the portal, the air suddenly became quiet.

It was like an important mission was completed.

Those who had been launching suicide counterattacks committed suicide one after another.

They couldn't beat them, couldn't get out, and had no benefits. The more they fought, the more they lost, so the undead chose to commit suicide to leave the current map.

The difficulty of this map is still too high, and everyone needs to think about it carefully.

The third tallest tower stone pillar, within the range covered by dark clouds and rainstorms, the battle is still stalemate.

The encirclement was formed. Although some escaped and some were killed, it was a real harvest for Lord Palatine. He captured a large number of material plane wizards who could use magic crazily.

"I'm leaving now. I don't want to play anymore."

"I'm leaving too. I'm going back to watch the plot."

"The monsters in this picture are too abnormal."

Bang, bang, bang, bang...

The undead quickly committed suicide, turned into ashes, and then was swallowed by the heavy rain, disappearing without a trace.

The dark clouds dissipated.

The visibility of the line of sight improved, and the dark clouds that had not yet completely separated and the twisting flood vortex were fully displayed. It was a desperate scene of floating corpses like purgatory.

"Roar--!"

The palatine bone, who had been silent all the time, let out a long roar.

...

Mage stared at the battlefield in a daze, his brain turning rapidly, he had to think clearly about how to respond to the questioning of the red robe wizard.

A large number of casualties, no benefits, and even the active invasion turned into the reverse invasion. Although the defense was successful in the end, it was not his job to successfully defend, but to successfully tear through the opponent's defense and invade the material plane.

Mage suddenly regretted that he did not rush into the meat grinder-like battlefield. Maybe if he was seriously injured, he could avoid some punishment.

I don't know if it's too late to secretly hurt myself now.

He looked down at his arms and thighs, but couldn't find the part that could be easily abandoned, so he gave up helplessly.

"Boom!"

The violent vibration of the space finally pulled Mag's attention back.

The voice of the mystic came beside his ear.

"They blew up the portal."

"What?"

Mag wondered why the portal was blown up when it was stable.

But then he thought of a terrible possibility.

"The other side wants to completely open up the passage to the cursed land!"

The group of lunatics in the material plane may feel that the pace of this invasion is not refreshing enough, so they decided to blow up the passage directly to facilitate more people to kill.

Once this idea appeared, it grew like wild weeds.

"Absolutely not!"

Mag turned around and said: "Immediately order not to stabilize the portal for the time being to prevent them from rushing over. Everything must wait until I meet the red robe wizard."

"Yes."