Chapter 672: Replay the old trick

"After the eighth second, the experience bar rises very slowly and the number

of kills decreases. Why? Is it because the player has passed the lethal period

with the drug?" Kemeng looked at the experience bar and analyzed it silently.

A large main city has unlimited capacity, but online players are not

unlimited.

The planning and distribution of the Orange Stars is very reasonable, and the

players who stay in the city are in the minority.

A large number of players are active in various monster areas, setting up

alchemy factories.

Moreover, there are still a large number of players offline, not everyone is

online 24 hours.

According to the information found in the dream, in order to avoid the

increase of mental illness, the eight-hour system is implemented, and only the

things allowed by the rules can be done during working hours, and the

remaining time is reasonably controlled by the Orange Stars themselves.

And the players of the first echelon are always the heaviest group of people,

living in the game for almost 24 hours.

In order to become the liver emperor, the player has agreed to intubate the

body, and enter the nutrients needed by the body into the body through the

tube. Then the bathing matter is also monitored by artificial intelligence,

and then the automatic bathing machine is used to help clean the body.

Lazar and other things are also monitored and cleaned by the machine to ensure

that the Liver Emperor players can live in the game 24 hours a day.

Kemeng looked at his experience bar and felt that he could still linger, so he

put down the resurrection props on the toilet floor, and sacrificed his life

value again.

As the body disappeared and regained light again, Kemon's level rose again.

The kill list in the upper right corner flows repeatedly, once again stuck.

But the good times didn't last long, Kemon found that the experience of this

growth was much less than before.

"Some players have gone offline." Kemeng realized one thing, that fear would

make them afraid to go offline.

Before they dared to walk around the city even if they died once, it was

because the Orange Stars didn't want to waste time and resources. They gambled

that Amon's skills could not be used multiple times, so they continued to

order the people who were supposed to go to work to continue working, and they

couldn't waste time.

But this time is different. The Amon Poison that infects the whole world

strikes again, indicating that Amon’s skills have a very short cooldown time,

and it may even have a zero cooling time. They don’t have to stay online for

the sake of face. Stay for a minute and you may die.

Death is not particularly painful for them, and death is not the end. They

just don't want to experience the uncomfortable feeling of turning into waste.

It is really uncomfortable.

"At least half of it." Kemeng murmured, his sixth sense wouldn't go wrong in

this regard, he really lost half of his experience.

The level was brushed, and it only stopped at level 695.

If those people are not offline, it is possible to break through the 700-level

mark.

Unfortunately there is no if.

"It's time to go, get more advanced wool." Since Kemeng has taken the shot, he

can't stop, and wants to maximize the income of the player's wool road.

Injecting a drop of magic power into the teleportation talisman, Kemeng is

teleported to the large teleportation point in the main city of Greycastle,

and then teleported to the leveling area of the first echelon through the

post.

Lingdie Snowfield.

The blue butterfly flies in the air. Its wings are small and beautiful. When

the wings vibrate, they cast stars like stars in the sky.

But don't underestimate these stars, the energy contained in each star is

comparable to a five-ton atomic bomb.

If it causes the spirit butterfly to pursue an angry pursuit, it will attract

even more terrifying attacks.

Kemeng stood on this land. The snowstorm was supposed to cover the entire

snowfield, but the air was warm and full of high-energy radiation.

Taking a breath at will, let the resistance force work throughout the body,

eliminating the high-energy radiation factor contained in the air.

Ahead, the fiery red sky seemed to be burning up, the earth was shaking all

the time, and the special effects of various skills filled half of the sky.

This is quite far from the main city of Graycastle. If there is no large-scale

trans-regional teleportation array, the ghost knows how many days it will take

to fly.

"There are only a thousand players, which is a bit short." Kemeng felt the

number of players on the snowy field with his spiritual ability.

Fortunately, there are other advanced leveling areas near the snowy field, and

the first echelon leveling group also exists.

Kemeng stood here, burying a resurrection prop, and then sacrificed his life

on the spot.

Then, in the blink of an eye, Kemeng was resurrected on the spot again.

The upper right corner also jumped out of the new kill list, and the

experience bar rose again.

However, the rate of increase is really not fast. There are already a lot of

players offline at this time. The main head players are in the advanced

leveling area. Some people have already received the wind and went offline,

while some player teams saw wild monsters. The blood bar is about to be

cleared, anyway, without being poisoned by Amon's poison, he will use the

medicine to increase the blood while fighting monsters.

It's just that these lucky people never expected that the poisonous wound

suddenly jumped for a long time, and the instant death became an indescribable

waste.

After Kemon brushed away all nearby players, the snowfield in front of him no

longer quakes, and the special effects light no longer emits new colors.

It was so lively the first second, two seconds have passed, and the high-level

players who were poisoned just don't come back, just click to go offline and

wait for the tenth level clock to go offline.

Kemeng passed to the main city again, smashed a carbine, and killed the senior

players again.

Offline requires time. If you are still in a fighting state during offline,

you cannot go offline freely.

All of them can go offline, but the body will continue to fall into a state of

fighting, and no one wants to drop out like this.

Ever since, after the high-level players were resurrected again, they

hurriedly teleported away, running as far as possible.

If Amon can catch up, count him as ruthless.

It is a pity that Kemeng has only two legs and one body, and he can't chase

hundreds of people at the same time.

After the high-level players fled, Kemeng smashed the wool for the last time

to break through to level 705, and then paused.

If it wasn't for the crowds to be too scattered, Kemeng felt like he kept

reaching the 800th level.

He tried to chat privately with Nora and Nina, asking if they had any new big

moves.

Nora replied in seconds: "No~www.mtlnovel.com~ It's interesting to see you

chase them."

Nina: "You are a big move."

"I mean, can you bring people together again?" Kemon said.

Nora: "You mean to move any plural items in the world to one coordinate? Wake

up, I'm not that great."

Nina: "If you have any new ideas, you can find us again."

Kemeng closed the private chat window, his eyebrows were beating, and he

always felt that he could not talk with these two fairies more, the sense of

crisis rose and disappeared slightly.

He had an intuition. Just now, the two twins wanted to dig a hole to bury him,

but they might be concerned about the existence of the evil ** Cthulhu, and

there was no further information.

Because of this inspiration, Kemeng understood a little bit. The two were

clones of evil gods, and the backer was Niya.

They regarded Kemeng as a clone of the evil god, and Kemeng was behind

Cthulhu, and they regarded him as a kind.