The Boss Behind The Game

Although Yuanxu's strength is strong, he was injured in the previous battle after all. Facing the evil king's melee oppression, he could only respond passively, and was unable to support the Yuanxu army below.

At this time below, the players are united as one, as before, moving forward indomitably.

Tonight, we are brothers fighting side by side.

Tonight, we are dead men who regard death as home.

Tonight, we are warriors fighting in blood.

Tonight's fight is not for victory, but to erase the anger in my heart.

Besieged on all sides, the beating of war drums and the shouts of the enemy hit the players' eardrums.

They turned around, showed their weapons again, roared to the sky, and took a step forward at the same time.

"Boom!" The ground was shaking.

"kill!"

With the shouts, the players once again launched a fearless charge.

The blood of the enemy is the best gift for dead soldiers.

At this time, they have forgotten that they are just a player, and they are completely involved in this battle.

The smell of blood echoed from the tip of the nose. The so-called cruelty of the battlefield belonged to the enemy, but the players only had burning fighting spirit.

Facing his subordinates who were constantly dying, Yuanxu wanted to go down to support several times, but under the control of the evil king, he could only resist constantly and could not go to support at all.

Turning his head to look at the bloody players below, the corners of Xie Wang's mouth turned up.

"Is it an honor to die in battle? What a terrible race!"

"Evil king, make an enemy of me, you will regret it!" Yuanxu shouted at this time.

Xie Wang didn't speak, his figure approached again in a blink of an eye, his giant palm slammed down, and long dragons formed around his arms, then roared and bit towards Yuanxu.

Facing the evil king who was stalking him, Yuan Xu's anger soared.

In fact, the reason why he is unwilling to fight the evil king is because he knows that the evil king is immortal, even if he wins, it will not help, the most important thing is to help the army stop losses.

After all, he can't lose this army. This is where he will have the right to speak to the outside world after he controls this vast territory in the future.

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"They are lunatics, they are lunatics!" After being repelled again, a ghost king finally couldn't help roaring.

He had never encountered such an opponent before, and he was really afraid.

Obviously a huge advantage, but in the eyes of the ghost king at this time, there is an illusion that the players are the attackers and they are passively defending.

At this time, more than half of the player army had been killed or injured, but they still didn't stop. They moved forward step by step firmly, and the war blades they waved were still sharp, harvesting the lives of the enemies.

Players are not afraid of death, but they are.

Those fallen figures were their carefully trained fighters, their most important foreign force. Seeing the clansmen fall in pieces, their hearts couldn't help but tremble.

They really want to back off if they can.

They don't want to go crazy with the lunatics anymore.

However, during the frenzied attack of the players, they were even deprived of the right to abandon the battle.

In the endless killing, the figures of the players fell one by one, but immediately there will be a newcomer on top, carrying the fighting spirit of their comrades, and continuing to move forward with their swords.

They really managed to let the enemy's corpses lie all over the field, and the blood flowed for thousands of miles.

As time goes by, there are fewer and fewer comrades in arms, but the players are becoming more and more fierce.

Like hungry wolves, wherever their bloodthirsty eyes went, the soldiers of the Yuan Xu Army would subconsciously lower their heads, not daring to look at them.

At the end of the battle, there were only a million players left in the encirclement.

This battle seemed to be coming to an end, but neither Yuanxu nor the ghost kings below felt that they had won.

Because in terms of mentality and momentum, they are the losers.

At this time, it was raining in the sky, and the blood-colored drizzle swayed down, making the atmosphere of the battlefield even more tragic.

"Hahaha, they're scared, they're scared!"

Seeing the Yuanxu army who was surrounded by millions of players but did not dare to step forward, the evil king in the sky couldn't help laughing.

At this moment, he only felt hearty. The players proved everything with this battle and won his respect.

Although the power of this self-proclaimed player family is about to perish, the evil king still remembers them in his heart.

Because they ignited their blood.

This feeling is very strange, in countless years, he has never had such a weird feeling.

Very passionate, very excited, very fun!

"kill!"

Facing Yuanxu's army that dared not step forward, the players roared collectively, pointing their war blades forward, and once again flashed their swords at the enemies.

Launched a charge.

It seemed that it was not them who were surrounded, but the soldiers of Yuanxu's army. Even if they were defeated, the players completely overwhelmed these experienced veterans in terms of momentum.

Only the battlefield is regarded as death in battle, so why return the corpse wrapped in horse leather.

Dark clouds and low pressure, blood rain.

When the last player fell down, the tense nerves of the entire Yuanxu army collapsed, and they fell to the ground one by one, panting heavily.

Even though those players are dead, the fear in their hearts still hasn't faded away.

This is a victory, but no one cheers, and no one sings praises. What is there is only the feeling of living after the catastrophe.

Looking around, there were corpses everywhere, and the pooled blood formed potholes on the battlefield, which made their hearts tremble again.

They were afraid, they were afraid, the strength in their bodies seemed to be emptied, and they even lost the courage to stand up.

And those ghost kings also froze in place, like those fearful soldiers in their hearts, but they suppressed their fear in their hearts and didn't show it.

At this moment, they suddenly felt a sense of luck.

They're dead, thank goodness they're dead!

The army of players has already left a deep imprint in their hearts, lingering like a shadow.

"Hahaha, Yuanxu, you lost, look at them!"

Above the sky, the evil king pointed at the Yuanxu army below, laughing wantonly, the sarcasm in his eyes was undoubtedly revealed.

At this time, Yuanxu's face was livid, but the fact is that the soldiers below have lost their fighting spirit, even if they win, it is no different from losing.

"This is my evil king's army!" Suspended in the air, looking at the Yuanxu army below, the evil king's roar shook the sky, making the soldiers of the Yuanxu army below tremble again.

"Do you think the battle is over? This is just the beginning. Get ready. Next, you will face my evil king's army. I will avenge them. You all have to die. Remember, you all have to die! "

"Hahaha, carefree, I have never been so carefree in my life!"

The soldiers of the Yuan Xu Army below all looked up at the Xie Wang who was laughing wildly in the air, their eyes were full of fear.

Is it not over yet? Are there any other fighters like this?

At this moment, fear spread in their hearts, and they seemed to see that fearless army composed of thousands of people appearing in front of them again.

Light up the long sword on them!