novel-books Chapter 681 Your Enemy is Me
Chapter 681 Your Enemy is Me
Chapter 681 Your Enemy is Me
This arrow had no hum of bowstring, no piercing sound of the arrow cutting through the air, only a dull, resounding thud, as if the earth had been punched from below.
The rubble on the city wall was shaken and bounced up, and everyone on the city wall was pushed back by the shockwave.
A golden beam of light shot out from the bowstring, tearing a rift in space. Golden flames burned along the edge of the rift, which stretched southward from above Deshengmen, leaving a crack in the sky that lingered for a long time.
On both sides of the crack, the black mist curled, shattered, and dissipated like charred paper.
The shockwave extinguished a large portion of the campfires in the Tatar camp.
The Tatar cavalry charging below the city wall were thrown off their feet by the shockwave. The horses reared up in fright, and the riders fell to the ground and were dragged a long way by their startled horses.
The summoned black shadows shrieked and fled from the crack as if they had encountered their natural enemy.
As they ran, they kept looking at the figure suspended in mid-air.
The great black bow in her hand could not withstand the power of the arrow and turned into black fragments, which fluttered down and eventually turned into ashes in mid-air.
In the war-torn instance, that person stood out like someone who had broken through the dimensional barrier, both dazzling and out of place.
But everyone knows her, and everyone knows the owner of this face.
"It's Director Lin!"
"It's Lin Xiaohe!"
A wave of jubilation swept across the city wall.
The Dongguo players were stunned by the power of the arrow. A surge of emotion welled up in their chests, a mixture of admiration for the strong and joy that this strong person was one of their own.
"Director Lin is awesome!!!"
"Director Lin, I am willing to call you an eternal god!"
"Director Lin, kill these weirdos."
On the city wall, Commander Yunlong looked at the sky and then at the bow in his hand.
Why is there such a big difference between archery and archery?
The political commissar beside him was already jumping for joy: "Haha, hahaha! I knew Director Lin was awesome, but I didn't expect her to be this awesome! Unfortunately, I'm uncultured, so I can only say 'awesome' all I need to know."
Regiment Commander Yunlong chuckled. The political commissar was a graduate student; how could he be uneducated? But in this situation, besides "awesome," there was really no other suitable adjective.
On the opposite side, the Tatar positions were deathly silent.
The fox-faced human's fingers were still in a commanding posture, but the knuckles were already stiff.
He stared at Lin Xiaohe in the sky, his heart sinking.
Anyone with a modicum of ambition who wants to enjoy a bite of meat and a sip of soup in the Eastern Kingdom dungeon will surely know the name Lin Xiaohe.
Lin Xiaohe is like a towering mountain, an unbreakable barrier, firmly guarding the Eastern Kingdom.
She is the biggest threat to the four city lords and a stumbling block to their attempt to swallow up the Eastern Kingdom!
"We've been tricked." The fox-faced man's voice suddenly became very soft, so soft it was as if he were talking to himself. "She deliberately lured us here. Was she planning to capture us all at once?"
Ha, that's ridiculous, how could that be?
Even if she can wipe out many reborn beings in the Ming Tombs instance, the city lord is still there!
The city lord will definitely not let her go!
……
At this moment, the more than 200,000 players from the Eastern Kingdom in the Forbidden City instance were already at their limit.
A feeling of despair lingered in everyone's heart.
They knew perfectly well that they were still alive not because of their strength, but because the instance owner was toying with them like a cat playing with a mouse, trying to squeeze out their last bit of emotion.
This instance is called "Hyakki Yagyō" (Night Parade of One Hundred Demons), and it has only one rule: survive twelve nights.
However, the Forbidden City is only so big, a total of 72 square meters, crammed with over 20 players from the Eastern Kingdom. On average, each player has at most 3 square meters of physical space!
With such a high population density, playing hide-and-seek is just ridiculous!
Those wandering anomalies would inevitably run into one or two players from the East.
Under such extreme conditions, even maintaining basic survival is difficult, let alone fighting.
Fortunately, 90% of the more than 200,000 contestants were soldiers from the Eastern Kingdom. Otherwise, the contestants would have started killing each other before the anomalies even began.
But having persevered this far, their minds and bodies are like taut strings, and the slightest, most careless movement could easily snap them. The city lord of the City of the Dead sat atop the roof ornament of the Meridian Gate, looking down with great interest at the densely packed crowd in the square.
It's not in a hurry.
It enjoys watching its prey slowly succumb to fear. It has been watching for eleven days, observing every expression on the faces of two hundred thousand people.
Desperate, devastated, numb, insane.
Its favorite expression is that of the pre-dawn look on the twelfth night: the moment when the prey realizes that all its struggles are in vain, and the last glimmer of light in its eyes goes out.
That means the prey has been completely drained of its value, leaving only its life.
It's willing to wait in order to make the best use of resources. After all, even the landlord's family doesn't have surplus grain.
The instance was deathly silent.
The Dongguo athletes licked their dry, chapped lips, a wry smile appearing on their faces.
To be honest, they wanted to launch a final assault, to trade their lives for others', and to make their deaths more meaningful.
But their experience over the past few days has taught them that it's pointless. Faced with absolute strength, their desperate struggle is nothing more than a mayfly trying to shake a tree—completely useless.
How unwilling I am!
The sky gradually darkened, mirroring the mood of everyone present.
The city lord moved his tentacles, signaling that the harvest was about to begin.
Suddenly, from the northern horizon, a thin golden line pierced through the black mist, shooting straight toward the Forbidden City.
The golden light grew larger and brighter.
boom!
Golden light exploded in the sky above the Meridian Gate Square.
A golden summoning circle spread outward from the center of the explosion, with the halo expanding outward in concentric rings.
[A player from the Eastern Kingdom has issued a call to action for the Ming Tombs instance. Will you respond?]
Damn it!
The square fell silent for a moment.
Then, a deafening roar shattered the silence: "Agreed to respond!!"
The Dongguo athletes suddenly realized what was happening and were overjoyed.
Is this a rescue mission? It's clearly a survival route!
Even if the Ming Tombs dungeon is difficult, can it be harder than the Forbidden City dungeon?!
"response!"
"agree!"
"Quick! Quick! Teleport!"
One beam of light after another exploded from the crowd, and the golden rune array was dazzlingly bright.
Suddenly, the Lord of the City of the Dead stood up from the roof ridge, and the eyes on his tentacles widened at the same time.
Its prey, its food, is being snatched away one by one by a golden light.
Bold!
Someone actually dared to snatch food from the tiger's mouth! They have no respect for the city lord!
It roared furiously, soared into the air from the Meridian Gate tower, and chased after the direction where the golden light had disappeared, enveloped in billowing black mist.
It caught up, but it failed to enter the instance.
The entrance to the replica of the Ming Tombs is slowly closing.
That's not important; what's important is that someone is standing in its way.
Lin Xiaohe's black shirt fluttered in the eerie wind fanned by the city lord of the dead city, but she stood motionless at the entrance of the dungeon.
The divine golden light emanating from her body transformed into a golden whip, which coiled around her right arm.
She smiled, but the smile didn't reach her eyes: "Lord City Lord, where do you want to go? Your opponent is me."