MTL - I Became an In-game NPC-v2 Chapter 42 Lord

Bud took someone to wait a moment, the endless sigh was gradually weakened, and if there were none, it was still dark and quiet around. The female mage directed the four light **** to circulate in the vicinity to ensure that there were no visual dead ends.

"It seems that he is unwilling to come out and pick up the passengers! Let's go down first!"

A group of people fell to the ground and stepped on the bone fragments that shattered the ground, making a crunching sound. Although the priest's light was powerful, after the destruction of countless skeletons, nearly dozens of centimeters of bone fragments remained. Submerge directly into the small ~ leg position.

Soon after Nina jumped down, she was hugged by the rearmed happy windmill. With her short body size, it was really difficult to cross this bone.

"Thank you!" She sat on the shoulders of Happy Windmill with some awkwardness. Although the rigid steel shoulders of the other party were not very comfortable seats, it was better than letting her wander through the dead bodies.

Thinking of the concept of the body of an undead creature, she suddenly wanted to laugh, but seeing that the rest of the team were on the lookout, she still tried to restrain her expression, looked around, and gradually focused her investigation.

Before leaving this area, of course, Bud did not forget to ask Happy Windmill to take back his shield. The baby seemed to wipe the edges, clean the powder brought out by the stone wall, and saw a few scratches on it. .

"Don't look that way! When I go back to give you special funds, repair with the best materials, if you can't, ask the boss for a new one!" The light white rose was in a good mood, and did not forget to comfort the comrade in arms It looks like he is the financial director.

Bard waved his hand indifferently. He didn't care about such trivial matters, but the happy windmill quit himself. "You can't throw the new side. This is a hero. If it weren't for us, we would be buried, how could we give up? Then! "

The pale white jam knows that he has always had the habit of collecting equipment, and dismissed his lips, "Did the purple shield stay there? If you continue like this, it won't be long enough for the bank space! If you increase it, the rent will become It ’s better to multiply! It ’s better to sell off earlier, while the price is now high ... ”

"There seems to be something over there!" At this time, the halfling wanderers suddenly interrupted their conversation, and said with their fingers far away, the group had searched a lot after leaving the platform area, but the walls were a little exit except the pillars. There are no traces.

Hearing Nina's words, Bud looked hard, and it seemed that there was a faint blur in the darkness.

The happy windmill put down ~ half ~ body, raised the giant shield with a serious expression, protected half of the front and went there.

The mage, who has been silent for a while, has duly instructed the light ball to follow the past, while the team is alert to each other and slowly moves past.

"Is this? There is something, Captain!"

Bud approached and looked at the light, but it was a huge ancient throne, suddenly placed on the ground, covered with a thin layer of white bone meal, but the texture of Huang Cancan was faintly visible below.

"Golden Throne!" The pale white jam exclaimed slightly, reached out to wipe it, and surely removed the cover of the years, the throne made of pure gold revealed the real body.

Bud didn't take any action to prevent it, but direct contact didn't seem to cause any change. He let his finance director close to him, obsessively stroked this huge gold, and looked around himself.

Winter's Leaf is also not interested in gold. When she saw Bud's approach, she thought about it and used the mage detection skills again to scan the nearby area.

The happy windmill was on alert. The halfling wanderer first checked the golden throne with Sister Jam. After confirming that there was no institution, he came to Bud and used his professional skills to start investigating traps.

Bud swept the ashes covering the ground with his feet. This thick layer accumulated on the ground, covering up all the clues.

Eventually, the three of them who stopped exploring stopped at one place, and Nina and Ye Dongye looked at each other, and then pointed to Bud to confirm: "There is a problem here!"

The three moved their hands and feet together and pushed the gray-white bone meal to the side. Sure enough, a huge rectangular trace was faintly engraved on the ground. After some processing, on the black stone floor, the figure drawn by the white bone meal embedded in the groove was very eye-catching. , Soon attracted the attention of the other two.

After the pale white jam was forgotten for a while, she also calmed down at this moment. After leaving the throne with some reluctance, she led out the sacred power given to her body and pressed her palm in the center of the rectangular plot.

The white light sphere that just appeared downward appears strange changes, seems to be pulled by strong gravitational forces, and the original extremely spherical shape is pulled into an ellipse.

When the pale white jam changed his face, the Holy Power recovered quickly, and nodded to Bud, "just below, the source of all evil!"

This small technique of power is absorbed subtly in the ears and ears of contact with Bud. After all, in Bud's eyes, this is a nearly real world!

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"That's the case!" Bud touched his chin and pondered for a moment. "Given enough preparation time, it doesn't seem to be cost-effective to take the initiative." He moved his eyes to the small point in the team, the halfling Nina, " It's almost time for this big show! "

The ignorant Nina was ordered by Badra to take action, and the pale white jam called the happy windmill when she saw nothing, and returned to the throne to study so that this big guy was taken apart and taken out, and the winter leaves went boring to the side Up, look at the skills in the panel, and get rid of it.

After more than half an hour, Bard convened the team again. At this time, the time to enter the copy was almost two hours. Everyone started to fatigue mentally, especially the small piece of gold decoration on the throne. The cursed, pale white rose, unable to take it out of the copy, seems to have felt utterly ruthless and dying.

"Cursed? Maybe it can be cleared by killing the guy below!" Bud murmured, pointing to the priest's blood again.

"Roar! The guy below, come out and die!" The light white jam kicked down on the rectangular ground, and after full rest, he recovered to the peak state, his body burst into surging divine power, along the naked ~ exposed long ~ The legs passed to the black stone ground, and immediately boiled like a pan, sizzling.

At the same time, there was a violent trembling on the ground nearby, and it seemed that there was a guy who was not willing to be buried on the spot, struggling to run out.

Bud led people around, stood in position, and watched the rocks collapse quietly, spurting out into the weather, turning black smoke into the surrounding white bone meal.

"You guys! I will be eaten in one bite and become my slave after death! Eternal freedom!"

With a huge and terrifying announcement, a tall figure slowly emerged in the black cyclone, and the rigid limbs stood upright under the action of mysterious power.

Bud raised his hand to shield himself from the wind and dust and looked at each other.

I saw the existence of this huge dry corpse at a height of more than three meters. The whole body was wrapped in a weird black skeleton armor. Holding a huge iron sword, scarlet eyes looked like two burning flames. Erupting from each hole during the conversation. The smoke was billowing, as Bud had encountered at the seal outside the door.

"It seems that the other party is indeed the last boss. If there is no other trick, then let's do it!"

Raise your hand and play a song of courage to bless the team collectively.

[Song of Courage (Chapter 7)

With exciting tunes, it greatly inspired the feelings of comrades-in-arms before they entered the battlefield, allowing them to ignore fear and the brutality of their enemies, maximizing their ability to take pride in their pursuit of victory.

Reduces damage taken by 10%, increases skill completion by 13%, and has a chance to add 30 additional damage to the attack for 180 seconds. 】

This is the most high-end music he has learned from Barrett's principal priest. According to the guidance of his talent, the effect is almost no discount after playing the piccolo, close to 100% skill completion, plus racial characteristics. ——Increase the effect of singing skills by 20%.

Everyone immediately felt a warmth in their bodies. It seemed that there was incomparable courage coming out of their hearts and flowing into the limbs, adding endless energy to themselves.

"Let's die!" Ignoring the fear of the other side, the pale white jam began to pray in a low voice, preparing for powerful purification magic.

The happy windmill raised the giant shield and came to the monster in two or three steps. "Your opponent is me!" He struck the shield with his short sword in his right hand and yelled, "Come! You ugly monster!"

Skill taunts and defensive stances, in a moment the master Tan ~ K in the team became the first in the monster hate list, attracting him to the front.

Bud glanced at the mage, and the other man looked at the words intently. He believed that the other man didn't need his own instructions to focus on melee.

"The soldier slowly retreated 30 degrees to the rear, and the wanderer was about to stab his back ... the others waited for my attack command." As he whispered, he kept talking and played several other blessing songs.

The boss of the giant corpse, wielding an iron sword, slammed heavily on the shield of the happy windmill, leaving a trail and driving it back.

"The strength is more than 10 points or more, and there is a 50% chance to cause a forced knockback effect ..." Happy Windmill evaluated, moving the footsteps to retreat unloading force on their own. This technique is difficult to be applied if it cannot be synchronized, but he She is proficient and has received three heavy blows in a row, and no forced knockback effect has occurred, but her hands are numb.

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