Chapter 189 Mizuki Private High School (Sixty-one)

"Oh my god," Twelve whipped her whip, piercing a paper man, and at the same time, a knife flew over and scratched her calf. She couldn't help but curse, "I hate fighting with people from their guild the most. They can't do anything except shaking people."

She complained, but her eyes were always paying attention to Liushen's condition. Seeing that there were a few more people around him, the next second, Twelve's whip wrapped around Liushen's waist and pulled him behind her.

"Don't make trouble here, go stay inside the robot."

Twelve's breathing was a little breathless. When he saw the blood on the other person's arm, his tone immediately became a little exasperated.

Liushen took the opportunity of turning around to throw out a few small-scale smoke bombs, and then touched Twelve's head.

"I'm fine. There are too many enemies here. I'm worried about you."

There was actually not much opportunity to use her main skills on the front battlefield, so she could only use some auxiliary skills to help Twelve, but the situation this time was a little different.

They were facing most of the players in the rest area, plus a powerful third guild that was not restricted by the rules of the game. She really couldn't hide somewhere else with peace of mind and watch Twelve and the president fighting on the battlefield.

Maybe it was because of the words of the Six Gods, or because that gentle hand brought some kind of peace of mind, but Twelve suddenly calmed down and stopped chasing the other party away. He just whispered, "Follow me closely, just assist me, and don't show up."

The moment Liu Shen nodded, he had already pulled out the igniter and some flammable materials from the control panel.

As soon as the fire was lit, Twelve used the whip in tacit understanding and hit the paper man opposite directly.

Although those paper figures can use certain props and weapons, they are not as flexible as real humans. If they fail to dodge in time, their calves will be burned by sparks.

However, I don’t know if the paper man had done anything special or if the flames suddenly dimmed. In any case, the fire only swirled around the paper man’s legs and then went out. It did not attack other paper men like the chain boats did.

The Twelve and Six Gods were not at all surprised by the scene before them, as if they had known about this situation in advance and the attack just now was only to temporarily force the enemy to retreat.

However, Nan Huan in the robot watched this scene and was a little puzzled. After all, on the other side of the battle, those paper figures had been burned to ashes by the flames brought by Bei Xi's air arrows, leaving nothing behind.

From this we can see that these paper figures are indeed afraid of fire, but they seem to be a little different.

Nan Huan also identified the origin of these paper figures. They were the woman following the corpse driver and the target of Bei Xi's attack. She had been keeping her head down and fiddling with something in her hands. When she started moving, Nan Huan discovered that there was a strange pair of scissors hidden in her sleeves.

It seemed that there were only two blades but no handle. The other party controlled the scissors with two fingers, and the red paper in his hand fluttered. After a while, several new paper figures were born.

"That woman is the famous flower seller. She is one of the top players in the third guild," Mocha Meng explained to Nanhuan diligently.

"Flower woman?"

Nan Huan repeated the name, always feeling that this title had a sense of history that didn't match the other person's age.

"The Flower Woman is the old name for paper cutters. I'm afraid there's no one else in the whole game who can match her craft. The more similar a person is to paper cutting, the greater the effect. Other players with this skill can only cut out some paper figures to resist damage, but the Flower Woman's paper figures can flexibly use the game's props to attack, which is very advantageous when using human wave tactics. And because the red paper is dyed with the Flower Woman's own blood, her paper figures are not afraid of fire, which is what ordinary paper is afraid of."

No wonder Nan Huan's brows were furrowed, his eyes fixed on the stack of abnormally red papers.

"The fire from the air arrows that she used was able to effectively deal with those paper figures. Was it because of her weapon, or was it because she was strong enough?"

Nan Huan drew inferences from what he had heard and quickly understood what Mocha Meng meant.

“I think they all should be there.”

Mocha Meng responded uncertainly, looking at Bei Xi with envy and admiration on his face.

"The player's personal weapons or skills are closely related to his own abilities. We have tested it before. If a player has strong personal abilities, he can activate a special fire to burn the paper figures. However, it consumes a lot of physical strength and is not suitable for a protracted battle. There are only a few players in the game who can easily take down the opponent's paper figures like the captain."

Bei Xi was fighting with three players driven by the corpse driver. He would take time to check on Twelve's situation and help shoot a few air arrows. Those paper figures were afraid of Bei Xi's ability and did not dare to press too hard for a while.

The battle situation was a bit tense. Because of the aggressive combination of the First, Second, Fourth, and Sixth Guilds, most players wisely chose to watch the battle from the sidelines, or waited for the Third Guild and those fearless players to make the first move so that they could reap the benefits.

After all, there are quite a few big guilds involved, and it would be nice if they could all be caught in a dream.

If there were any survivors or the news leaked out, no one would want to be hunted down by these major guilds at the same time.

Therefore, the battlefield at that time had moved to the northeast corner where Nanhuan was mainly stationed. The enemies were mainly led by the Third Guild, as well as the few companions left behind by the Assassin's President, and some brave but insignificant players.

More players were on the other side of the game hall, keeping a clear distance from the battlefield, fearing that they would be involved in anything.

This situation actually made it easier for Nanhuan to observe.

The current situation is not too bad for them, so Nan Huan must find a way out of here as soon as possible, or find some clues.

Morpheus placed the main battlefield of the dream in the game hall, intending to use these players to deal with them, and then come out to clean up the mess himself.

In this state, Nan Huan guessed that if he were Morpheus, he would hide in the crowd and observe the situation on their side, and then take the opportunity to incite other players.

After all, this is the last dream, which means that Morpheus doesn't have much chance left. She has appeared in the previous two dreams, and it is impossible for her to ignore this situation now. Moreover, if any player really does it, she will definitely come out to intercept it.

However, with Morpheus's current power not constrained by the system, Nan Huan didn't know how strong she was, and what means she would use to hide her whereabouts, so she asked Mocha Meng to adjust the direction of the robot to face directly opposite to most of the players, and carefully look at the faces on the virtual screen.

While comparing them with the people around Morpheus, he also did not forget to observe the reactions of each player, trying to judge something from their micro-expressions.

She didn't want to use this stupid method, but after they entered the first dream and Morpheus left this mess, he never appeared again or made any noise.

Nan Huan was very focused, but as time went on, she couldn't help but become anxious.

Suddenly, a familiar figure seemed to flash in the crowd, but only for a moment, so that when Nan Huan looked at it again, the other party had quickly flashed into the blind spot of his vision.

"Hey?" She asked in confusion, "Adjust the angle. Did you see..."

Before she finished her words, Mocha Meng's mind moved, and the direction in which the robot was standing changed according to Mocha Meng's control, but Nan Huan still couldn't find the figure that had just flashed by.

"Miss, what are you looking for?"

A while had passed, and Mocha Meng's physical strength had obviously decreased. After all, when they entered this copy, their physical strength was already half as much. And just now, because of Nan Huan's request, she had to concentrate, so she was a little out of breath when she spoke.

"It's okay," Nan Huan patted her shoulder, "No need to look for it, let the robot return to normal, I'll take a look myself, you go and rest for a while."

"Ah? Then how... um..."

Before Mocha Meng could finish his refusal, Nan Huan felt the space inside shake violently, and Mocha Meng in front of him seemed to have been attacked. He held his stomach and curled up, with a lot of blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.

"What's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

Nan Huan quickly helped the other person up, and then used his other hand to quickly take out the medicine from the control panel.

But now was not the time for Moka Meng to be treated. She hurriedly sat up cross-legged. Before closing her eyes, she only had time to tell Nan Huan, "Someone is attacking my robot. Miss, please find a place to sit firmly."

As she spoke, there was a gleam of tenacity in her eyes.

Nan Huan saw that there was nothing unusual in her speech and actions, and knew that her injuries were not serious. However, just because her injuries were not serious now did not mean that they would not get more serious.

She frowned but didn't stand up, and saw the situation outside through the virtual screen.

The last man following the corpse driver finally took action. He took out a stack of white paper from his arms and spoke with his eyes closed, but no one knew what he was saying.

As he spoke, the papers in his hand had already stopped in mid-air, and then scattered one by one. Some kind of golden seal flashed on the papers, and they spread out from the crowd little by little with golden ripples.

Some of them spread to ordinary players, searching inside for a long time, and finally locked onto a certain player. Then the ripples were like chains, binding the player and dragging him in front of the man.

"Loan shark, I... I... Give me one more chance, I promise to pay you back within three days, I don't want to be a scapegoat..."

The kidnapped player didn't expect that just watching the fun would bring him into trouble, and when he looked again and saw who had caught him, he immediately started shouting incoherently.

"Is this the loan sharking of the Third Guild?" Many players actually don't have this opportunity. Seeing so many big guys display their skills at once, the more they watch, the more excited they become. Some even start asking questions and popularizing knowledge.

"Yeah, I didn't expect that the Third Guild would really spend a lot of money this time?" Someone shook his head. "No, it should be said that the Third Guild was lucky. They just happened to encounter so many people entering the dream at the same time, including the corpse chaser. Almost all the powerful people in their guild came."

The man looked at the battlefield and saw that the loan sharks had used this method to drag several players into the game, including some who had never entered the dream in the first place.

"I finally understand why everyone jokingly calls them the Land of Submission Guild. In fact, they only have four players. But now, with this, whether it's the controlled zombies, paper figurines, players who have been turned into terracotta warriors, or players who have been dragged into the battle, they have armed themselves into an entire team. This is not a fight against four people, it's a fight against all the players."

The situation on the battlefield was just as they said. After seeing how powerful the guild leaders were, those inconspicuous and incompetent players had already found opportunities to escape.

The only ones still holding out were the four players from the third guild, plus the three men under the Assassin's guild leader.

However, due to the skills of everyone in the third guild, the original team did not increase in size but increased in size. Moreover, the loan shark did not recruit people casually. He saw the opportunity and started to take action when Mocha Meng was about to reach his limit, trying to force the young lady out of the robot.

The remaining three people also knew how to cooperate very well. The corpse driver relied on the summoned corpses and the yellow earth nails of the Terracotta Warriors from time to time, as well as the ghosts that suddenly jumped out and fired cold guns, and the disciples who tried to attack the targets of the army, and had already entangled Bei Xi so that he had no time to split himself.

The flower-selling lady's army of paper figures had been entangled with the Twelve, Sixth and other players who were responsible for defending the robot for quite some time.

Without Beixi's help, it was obvious that the growing number of paper man armies almost forced Twelve and the others to retreat step by step.

The players summoned by the loan shark were obviously not summoned randomly. He should have known Mocha Meng's skills in advance, so he selected them specifically.

The skills of those players are just meant to deal with Mocha Meng.

The robots were large in size, so some of them attacked from mid-air.

Uriel's mechanical right hand had transformed into a black liquid, blocking the robot and blocking most of the attacks for Mocha Meng.

But she alone was obviously not enough. The robot was too big, and she was inevitably cautious and made some mistakes, which allowed the other party to find loopholes.

Nan Huan was unable to help at all. The body was already shaking violently. She could only protect Mocha Meng's body with one hand while thinking rapidly.

Nan Huan was a little hesitant. There had been no progress from Morpheus's side, and they obviously couldn't hold on for much longer. Since the Third Guild also wanted the Faith Totem Fragment, and Morpheus also wanted it, then maybe she could negotiate a cooperation with the Third Guild to temporarily ease the current situation.

Just when Nan Huan wanted Mocha Meng to let him out, a familiar string of flames suddenly shot up on the virtual screen, blocking most of the screen. The paper figures surrounding the Twelve and Six Gods were swallowed up by the flames.

The fierce fire left behind thick black smoke that lasted for a long time.

It was not until the thick fog that Nan Huan finally saw the face of the person coming and the other party's iconic arrow tail with a tongue of fire.

It turned out that I was not seeing things just now. Chaka was indeed pulled into this dream.

Nan Huan didn't know whether Morpheus did it on purpose or accidentally. After all, she carefully avoided the players from Guild One and Guild Two in the rest area, not wanting to find outside help for them.

But the other party had clearly witnessed Chaka's uniqueness when they were in the abyss, and she had a friendship with him before. How could she bring in such a big foreign aid like Chaka?

But if this were not the case, it would be difficult for Nan Huan to explain how an NPC broke through the limitations of the copy and spontaneously entered a range of activities that should not belong to her.

The violent shaking of the robot's body finally stopped. When Mocha Meng opened his eyes again, his face was extremely pale. Nan Huan hurriedly gave him the medicine that was prepared on the side.

The situation outside had a chance to breathe because of Chaka's sudden arrival, and this breath of relief was enough.

The fire burned almost all the paper figures, so much so that the flower lady was very shocked by Chaka's arrival. After all, she knew very well that there were few people in the game whose fire could inhibit her skills, not to mention that the person in front of her was a stranger.

But she was just like a president, and the arrows she shot were not ordinary arrows. There was a tongue of fire at the tail of each arrow, and once it was burning, it would not go out easily.

When did this kind of task appear in the game? The flower seller was confused, but she didn't dare to stop her hands. However, the battle had lasted for a while and she had been outputting, so the speed of paper cutting had slowed down, until an arrow with a tongue of fire pierced her heart directly.

The paper cuttings in her hands, like red flowers all over the sky, fell on her fallen body.

Of course, Ghost and the disciples were also extremely surprised by Chaka's appearance. After all, they had seen the NPC Chaka with their own eyes in the dungeon. The shock of an NPC suddenly entering their dream made the two of them stunned for a short time.

During this moment of stunned silence, Bei Xi had already gained the upper hand. He used the black iron axe to strike the two bodies one after another and they quickly fell to the ground. The revenge in the second dream was finally avenged.

Next it was the Terracotta Warrior's turn. He took the opportunity to shoot out a loess nail, but Bei Xi used the iron axe to change its direction and flew towards him. He hurriedly tried to block it, but he was not paying attention and found that Bei Xi had come behind him without him knowing when.

It was not until the moment before his death that he finally realized how powerful Bei Xi was, because he felt that despite fighting for such a long time, Bei Xi's aura was not confused at all, and both the speed and strength of his attacks were exactly the same as at the beginning.

It was always a hope that the players from the third guild would fight with the guild leader and his men to a draw, but when they saw with their own eyes that the guild leader easily eliminated several good players in a short time, which took less than a minute, the players present could not help but shudder.

Sure enough, after the system was taken offline, the rule prohibiting infighting was temporarily ineffective.

But at this time, no one was stupid enough to rush up regardless of the consequences.