Chapter 412 Hidden Truth
"Use all your bursts! Use all your bursts! Be careful to avoid your teammates!"
Nietzsche was still shouting in the group microphone, and she did not stop her actions, constantly throwing out thunder talismans -
Since she has been busy leading the team, her cultivation and level are relatively low in the team, and she has not learned much of various spells and techniques, so at times like this, she can only rely on talismans to output.
Fortunately, as the president of one of the richest communities, she is also very wealthy. If the spirit stones had no attack power, she could use them to play a "Qian Kun Yi Zi" to deal damage. The cost of a stack of talismans is nothing at all.
Fortunately, most of the Red-Feathered Night Owls were killed after the collective attack of the players. The remaining dozens of Night Owls were pulled down by several teams with tacit cooperation. After a short while, all the Night Owls were killed.
This time, the fallen red feathers covered the ground, and Xin Renhuadao spent a long time picking them up.
While Nietzsche was meditating to restore his mana, he said in the group microphone: "Let's take a break, adjust our states, and restore our mana and health. Once Huadao finishes collecting the drops, we'll continue moving forward!"
Having just experienced such a not-too-difficult sudden battle with zero deaths, everyone relaxed a bit and were in a pretty good mood. During the break, they started chatting in the team channel.
"Isn't it possible that Endless Ruins is full of these little monsters? Although they are not difficult to fight, they are still quite annoying!"
"Well, it's possible! If you ask me, it is indeed much more troublesome than the Great Thunderbolt, but the difficulty seems to be about the same as the Great Thunderbolt?"
"That's far from it! You've fought so many Thunderbolts and are so skilled at it that you think it's nothing. It was much more painful to open up the wasteland in the beginning! This is just the beginning!"
However, some players find it troublesome to type, so they simply invite their relatives and friends to chat in the game.
"You know what, this place is really creepy. There's not even any sun!"
"The key is this big bone!"
One player pointed at the bones of an unknown creature that looked like a mountain in the distance and guessed, "It looks like a dragon bone? It's so big! It looks like it's even bigger than the golden dragon we saw when we came in! How big a dragon must it have been when it was alive!"
"But the scene is so realistic! Look at the bones on the ground. I get goosebumps! There are so many bones. How many people must there be?"
A few players in a small group who were on good terms were chatting when they suddenly heard a vague voice coming from underground -
"Counting the warriors of various races who entered this world three times, there are more than 1,500 human cultivators, more than 300 Di warriors, more than 200 Wuyan clan members, and more than a dozen Youlong clan members. There are about a hundred other alien races who died here."
“Fuck!”
Several people were startled, and one player even jumped up suddenly, attracting curious looks from all the players around him.
Suddenly, a wisp of gray smoke emerged from the ground, swaying and gathering into a ball, and vaguely a human figure could be seen.
When the surrounding players saw this scene, they all stood up nervously and stared at the figure.
A player who was quick to react quickly threw an [Identify], but to no avail, and shouted: "Fuck, I can't identify it! It looks like a yellow name! This can't be a BOSS!?"
Other players speculated: "Maybe he's playing the storyline!?"
"I wonder what sect you are from? It's really strange that you were sent here with such a high level of cultivation!"
The figure seemed to have been observing the players for quite some time, and when he spoke, he accurately found the direction of Nietzsche, obviously thinking that Nietzsche was the leader of the players.
"We are disciples of the Taiyin Sect," Nietzsche thought it was just some dungeon plot, and without giving it much thought, he answered very conservatively and seriously, "We entered the Endless Ruins to subdue the Nine Nether Demons!"
"Nine Nether Demon? There are more than just Nine Nether Demons here."
The figure sighed quietly and muttered to himself, "It seems that you were also tricked into coming here... Alas! I don't know why the human race is so short-sighted! In the face of a powerful enemy, they are still killing each other!"
As she spoke, the gray smoke surrounding the figure gradually went underground. Nietzsche was immediately anxious - this was a dungeon! Who knew if there were any hidden easter eggs or drops in this kind of ghost story? If she said something wrong and it became harder to fight or she got less rewards, wouldn't she regret it to death?
So, she hurried over in three or two steps, stretched out her hand to stop the figure from leaving, and said anxiously: "Hey!? No! Don't get me wrong! We came in voluntarily! Aren't we just monsters from Guixu Sea? We know this! You weren't tricked in! Or were you tricked in? Is there something hidden? Do you need our help? We have experience in redressing unjust, false and wrong cases!"
She spoke very quickly, one sentence after another like a rapid-fire cannon, for fear that the figure would run away before she finished speaking.
However, the figure did seem to have no substance. She reached out her hand to touch it, but she just went straight through the gray smoke and touched nothing. She only felt a chill on her hand, as if a cold wind was blowing gently past it.
"Voluntary? This is a five-color formation!"
After hearing what Nietzsche said, the figure did stop his underground movements, but his tone was still full of doubt: "Even if a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage came in, it would be difficult for him to survive, let alone you cultivators who are only in the Foundation Establishment and Core Formation stages?"
Renxin Huadao tried to save face awkwardly: "Well, this is a long story. Anyway, we are not afraid of death, so it doesn't matter if our cultivation is low!"
The figure sneered: "Haha, who among those who enter the Five Color Formation is afraid of death?"
Hearing this, the other players couldn't hold back any longer and started explaining all at once -
"No, no, what Hua Dao means is that we will be resurrected after we die!"
"That's right! What is our setting in the game? Puppets, right?"
"Right, right, right! We are all puppets! We are not afraid of death! We can just revive after we die!"
"So it doesn't matter if your cultivation is low, at worst you can be a brave man again in ten minutes!"
"Wake up, I'm golden, and the CD for resurrection is now half an hour!"
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Seeing that everyone was explaining and the topic was going off track, Nietzsche quickly took over the conversation and said seriously, "So, you don't have to worry about our safety. I just wonder if you can give us some information about this small world, or if there is anything you can help us with?"
The gray smoke in the shape of a human figure suddenly floated up and flew back and forth beside Nietzsche, his tone full of doubt: "Puppet body? A puppet body can be controlled freely in the five-color formation? Could it be that you are using the method of splitting the soul to possess the body? But if so, even if the puppet is damaged, it is still difficult to save your life, and you still need to recuperate for ten or eight years. Why is it like this?"
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