Restoration of the last days

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However, how long can it be hidden if it is only one?

Chapter 3 and One Projection of the Abyss——Maerlane

The fierce flame seemed to never end.

It has been burning for more than half an hour, but it still hasn't extinguished.At this time, the sky was about to get dark, and the firelight illuminated the shadows, making it seem like daylight for several miles around.

Looking into the burning village from the outside, almost all the lake water poured in earlier had been burned dry.The muddy ground became hardened and cracked, and charred murloc corpses, trucks, and burned wreckage of houses could be seen everywhere.

Only a very small number of murlocs are still hiding next to the deepest murloc altar to receive weak protection.

Through the firelight, you can vaguely see their flickering figures.

"Looking at the momentum, maybe we're going to fight at night."

Fang Jin looked up at the sky, and ordered his men to start preparing torches and lighting stones.

After all, judging from the current situation, I don't know how long it will take until the flames are completely extinguished, and we still have to wait for the high temperature and poisonous smoke to dissipate.

However, just as the time was approaching six o'clock, the crumbling murloc altar completely lost its last strangeness in the flames.Without the blessing of mysterious power, the high temperature and residual flames swarmed into the last relatively safe "pure land".

At that moment, the projected abyssal tentacles, Mellann, finally couldn't hold it anymore.

As the ancient god of the ocean and the overlord at the top of the food chain in the twilight plane, it has never endured such humiliating treatment.You Ruoshan's body suddenly turned out of the ground, its slightly closed vertical eyes opened, and supported by dark green tentacles tens of meters long, it engulfed the remaining murlocs at a seemingly slow but actually extremely fast speed. He rushed towards the outside of the fishing village.

Seeing the changes inside through the firelight, both Fang Jin and Fu Chengjian held their breath and paid attention to every move of Mellan.

"Highest level of alert!"

As soon as the order was issued, it spread, and a group of the most elite professionals assembled long ago began to bless the BUFF status in advance.

Finally, the projection of Maierlann, with the remaining dozens of elite murlocs, protruded out of the village from the south side where the flames were thinnest, and rampantly killed Song Yuming and Hu Shanhai who were waiting in full force.

"Stop them!"

With a 1/3 chance of being bumped into by him, the two presidents would undoubtedly feel distressed.But they also knew that this lord must not be allowed to escape, otherwise there would be endless troubles.

At the same time, after confirming the direction of the breakout of Mellann, Fu Chengjian, Zhu Zi and others on the east side, and Fang Jin on the front side, each brought the most elite members carefully selected, and flew towards the south side. Front reinforcements.

The three families work together to strangle Mile Langen!

I was a little worried that Hu Shanhai and the others would not be able to hold on to the first wave, and were directly killed by the projection of the abyssal tentacles. Fang Jin didn't wait for the masters behind to accompany him, and charged with Shunpo by himself, and entered the battlefield first at the speed of a ghost .

At this time, the murlocs who came out following Miellane were already surrounded by more than a hundred ordinary Bronze-rank members and a large number of Gray Iron members.Although their strength is much weaker than the remaining elite murlocs, relying on their absolute superiority in numbers, it is not a problem to hold them back and eliminate them slowly.

All the focus was on the besieged Milelan.

What surprised Hu Shanhai and the others was that this huge "octopus" monster was not in a hurry to fight with them.Instead, he stood proudly at the entrance of the village, letting the remaining murloc believers fight with humans, waiting patiently for something.

Although they didn't know why, Hu Shanhai and Song Yuming were happy to delay until the reinforcements arrived, and the two sides maintained a strange peace.

This situation was not broken until Fang Jin arrived in person.

The octopus monster that had never moved - the abyssal tentacles, Mellann, slowly moved his body, stared at the huge, palpitating vertical eyes, and sized Fang Jin up.

"Your strength seems to be the strongest among these humans."

Its tentacles squirmed lightly and irregularly, without using sound at all, but using a method similar to "spiritual power" to directly convey its own words to the minds of every professional present.

This kind of skill similar to the priest's soul link, as well as the magnificent and irresistible lofty idea, made the expressions of many reinforcements who came in a hurry change greatly.

"Troublesome..."

Seeing that the octopus monster didn't do it directly, Fang Jin knew that things were going to be difficult.But everyone came to his door, and he dared not deny it in front of thousands of people.

I could only bite the bullet and walk up.

"It seems that you are indeed the leader of these humans." The evil god's voice sounded in everyone's minds again, faintly containing the anger that everyone could feel.

It asked: "Why did you attack the murloc tribe? Why did you slaughter my believers? Do you know the fate of blasphemy?"

Ask three times in a row!

Each sound is far louder and higher than the previous sound, almost deafening.Even if you cover your ears in vain, it can't reduce the voice that pierces your heart.

Faced with such questioning, some professionals even couldn't restrain themselves from thinking "I'm guilty".

However, what can Fang Jin say?

Tens of thousands of murloc tribes have been slaughtered, and they are already at odds, and any nonsense is meaningless.

His only response was to raise his middle finger at the other party!

So what if you kill your whole family of believers, I will kill your projection as well!

If you have the ability, you will come here now!

The gods of the other world, of course, don't know the meaning of raising the middle finger.But the contempt and sarcasm on Fang Jin's expression can be easily sensed.

This kind of contempt made Mellann far more angry than the massacre of the entire tribe of believers.

It involves the dignity of the gods!

"With the blood and souls of all of you, atone for the unforgivable crimes you have committed!"

After the long and mouthful sentence was over, a thick black mist filled the dark green body of Mellann.The mist seemed to have its own consciousness, and it quickly spread towards the nearby bronze-rank professionals.

Hands-on!

Seeing this omen, Fang Jin shouted loudly, kicking off the prelude to the attack.

In an instant, at least hundreds of spells and arrows of various colors slammed into Mellann like a storm.And its body, which is more than ten meters long and like a hill, makes it the best target, enough to bear everyone's blows!

"Priest, prepare to purify!"

Fang Jin greeted loudly. Long before the start of this battle, he had made an agreement with Fu Chengjian and the others, and Fang Jin himself had full command.

If you can, the best way is to use a large area of ​​dispel spells.It's a pity that the priests don't have any at this stage, so they can only start singing the purification that is effective for a single person.

The spreading speed of the black mist was very fast, and it spread tens of meters in a blink of an eye, covering the nearest melee professional first.

It doesn't have the corrosive, highly toxic effects as imagined.

Just when the professionals were a little surprised, the black mist condensed into a small ball, attached to each professional, and then materialized into a small pink octopus the size of a palm in just two or three seconds.

All the professionals whose faces were covered by the small octopus suffered an unimaginable mental shock in an instant.

With the almost roaring sound repeated over and over again, at least forty or fifty melee professionals lost their minds and turned into stiff puppets.