Creating a Virtual World Chapter 282: World class monsters

"The battlefield of the world has opened... The powerhouses from the major guilds, prove the power of your guild to the world!"

When Mo Shigui led the crowd of Vibrant Nuclei into the First Hospital area, a dark purple prompt appeared in front of him with the special effect of burning flames.

This line of prompts also features a silhouette of a giant dragon breathing flames, and at the same time, two new windows pop up in Mo Shigui's line of sight.

「World Battlefield Guild Output Contribution Value

1. Gray Eye: 94611

2. Abyss Temple: 71231

3. South Wind Howling: 61432

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Is this a world-class copy? Mo Shigui looked from a distance at the monster terminal dragon that occupied the entire first area.

It is one and a half times bigger than the Cinder Dragon, and it is impossible for players to knock its head.

Mo Shigui can only see players from major guilds frantically tumbling under its belly and claws, slashing its dragon tail with weapons, or frantically giving the ultimate dragon a pedicure and massaging its belly.

After experiencing it for a while, the Last Dragon said that the effect was great, so he roared and sent a dragon breath to the Holy Spirit who gave it a pedicure.

There is also a World Battlefield personal output contribution value below this window, currently the highest is Ruin Xin.

"I'm sorry, Lao Song! You came to play this time! This is our territory."

Cang Xin and his Abyss Temple Guild have occupied the best output point of the final dragon, and the area next to the final dragon has basically been found by other guilds.

However, before Ruan Xin's words could be finished, the four shield warriors in the front row of their guild died because they couldn't bear the abyss corrosion from the end dragon.

"Joining forces?" Mo Shigui didn't give him room to answer when he asked Can Xin.

He directly raised the black iron shield in his hand and rushed straight to the end dragon after switching to the defensive state.

"Go! I really want to beat your **** voice together!"

Can Xin looked at the dancing nuclear crowd who ran past him. The dancing nuclear players are indeed the first guild of the Holy Spirit. When the shield warriors of the Abyss Temple died in battle, Mo Shi returned to lead him. The five shield warriors from the guild stepped up.

"Pull it! This final dragon has a damage stacking BUFF!"

When Mo Shigui was close to the last dragon, a negative BUFF appeared on his body instantly.

"Abyssal Corruption: A layer of Abyssal Blood is superimposed every second. For each layer of Abyssal Blood equipment, fleshy tissue grows on the surface, and the damage from the end dragon increases by 2%."

This BUFF does not surprise Mo Shigui. The powerful monsters in the game will basically have these skills that are specifically aimed at tanks. This skill of the end dragon is easy to deal with.

All it takes is a tank rotation, but here's the thing...they're now behind Claws of the Last Dragon.

A large number of spiky tentacles grow on the dragon of the end, and these tentacles will bind those players who want to escape and tear them into the body of the dragon of the end.

"How many T's do you have on your side, Can Xin?" Mo Shigui realized that this world-class monster was not the lords of Brand Island when he stabbed the end dragon's heel with his long sword. Strange.

Just a guild can never defeat it! It takes at least two or even four guilds to join forces to kill this world-class monster.

"Why should I listen to you? Seven main Ts, 130,000 HP, 3,200 defense, four sub-Ts! I have sent them all IDs!"

Cangxin saw that the tentacles growing on the last dragon suddenly grabbed the macao who was poking at the heel of the last dragon with a small spear, and he realized that now was not the time to tear it apart.

"My God! The Big Mac Coffee is dead again!"

"Fuck... Being eaten by that dragon's body, this boss is so pitiful."

"It didn't eat it up, the dragon spat out the tombstone of Mr. McCafé."

"You pig-headed wet nurses, please pull me!"

"Tank exchange for the first tier! Slightly brittle, anemic, Shami takes my place!"

Mo Shigui silently counted the number of layers of abyss corrosion on his body. When the damage caused by the final dragon increased by 50%, the masters of the abyss temple under his command took their place.

During Mo Shigui's retreat, the spiked tentacles extending from the end dragon tried to grab him, but they were all cut off by his long sword... but one shield warrior was still sharpened by the spikes. The stinging tentacles were entangled, and the moment it was pulled towards the twisted body of the final dragon.

A gunner in the guild fired a laser cannon to break the spiked tentacles, but a player in the temple of the abyss failed to escape. It was caught and dragged by the spiked tentacles of the final dragon. into the body.

In less than five seconds, the player turned into a tombstone and was vomited out by the body of the final dragon.

The most troublesome thing for Mo Shigui is... After the end dragon ate the player, the flesh tissue under the abdomen festered and dripped with a pool of sticky flesh and blood, which gradually formed a humanoid.

"Abyssal creation, level: 51, common creature, HP: 14241/14241."

Only 10,000 HP is very good to deal with, but the problem is... these mobs will accompany the player's death more and more.

"Leave the large-scale destructive skills! Wait for my command to release it!" Mo Shigui looked at the tail of the last dragon on the other side, where Cola Fanatic was responsible, and he glanced at it from a distance A large number of abyss creations can be seen gathered.

Mo Shigui can only pray that those passers-by players don't mess around in this world-class lord crusade, but at this moment, the end dragon suddenly waved his forelimbs and shot it towards the ground.

Its powerful forelimbs directly smashed the ground and buried its claws in the ground, and then...the ground suddenly began to vibrate.

"Be careful with your feet!" Mo Shigui shouted to the guild members.

A large number of spiked tentacles suddenly appeared on the ground. Their damage was not high, but they destroyed the original formation of the major guilds.

Among them, the most tragic in this thorny tentacle attack was the Shen Meng Marriage Promotion Committee, or Heifengzhai.

"Are you all right?"

Mo Dao Swordsman is slashing the tail of the end dragon with Shen Meng and Cola Fanatic.

Heifeng Village is all composed of a group of water friends. Organization and discipline do not exist in this guild.

"I'm fine...but don't you think this monster is disgusting? I feel sick to my stomach."

Shen Meng waved the big sword in his hand and released a soul-thirsty demon slash to cut off all the tentacles in front of him.

But when she looked at the final dragon in the distance... the gradually twisted and festering body on the final dragon made Shen Meng... a little sick.

"Isn't it? Brother Meng~IndoMTL.com~ You've played so many **** VR games on live broadcast before, and you're happy. This dragon is considered a pediatrician."

"We Meng brother are afraid! The water friends put the first battle song to encourage the big boss!"

Shen Meng listened to the booing of the water friends beside her, she could only smile bitterly, because what Shen Meng sold in the live broadcast was the kind of sturdy big sister.

I usually say something really sleepy, this thing is too scary, I can't stand it and so on will be treated as a joke by the water friends.

But this time, Shen Meng was really nauseated. This nausea is not only due to the heavy taste of the final dragon, but also... 3D vertigo.

She's an elderly person, and she was just accidentally knocked into the sky by the spikes released by the end dragon and then fell.

The feeling gave her a severe 3D vertigo.

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