Chapter 566: Pushing the Tower

Tapirang almost had a seizure on the spot and wanted to kill this annoying sand sculpture, but he thought about it and held it back.

If things really get out of control, he will have to face Yu Yu directly - and Yu Yu happens to be the clone of Harakti, the creator of light, so he will definitely have to find a way to give himself Find a way to survive.

The sand sculpture in front of him was one of his alternatives.

The biggest weakness of the righteous camp is that it is always tied up and has to consider protecting the weak. As long as you put some useless weak chickens in front of you as a shield, you can easily make the opponent throw a rat weapon.

And for one hammer and eighty without counter-offering, now he is the number one hostage candidate in the eyes of Tapirang!

In addition, he also targeted the old man named Simon in the priesthood, because the old guy looked exactly like Yugi's grandfather three thousand years later. If he was captured and used as a hostage, the restrictions on Yugi would be even greater.

And he originally planned to snatch the "Millennium Key" from Simon's hand.

Thinking of this, he simply remained silent for the time being, and only looked at the sand sculpture with a cruel smile that was in danger without realizing it, and was even filling the sack with gold in a silly way.

Take it, you can take it.

Just end this miserable life holding that pile of virtual treasures!

The Great Evil God thinks that he is still the chess player who strategizes and controls everything. He thinks that he is just his pawn, and he is still very stupid and has no threat.

Little did they know that this idiot was still posting messages on the forum while picking up trash.

"One hammer and eighty without counter-offering, brother, have you changed your position? We are ready to push down the tower!" The person who sent the message was Xue Lang.

"Yes, yes, still here." He replied without hesitation and at the same time shared his location information.

"Okay, wait for us for a few minutes, we'll be there soon."

Jae Jie could not escape and posted a smiley face emoticon: "Hey guys, Wang Yang and the seven priests are here, followed by a huge army. It's like fighting a national war in an RPG." ”

"What is the Great Evil God doing?" Coke Sprite asked, "Let's take a photo and see?"

He was trying to stuff a golden gladiator plate with a gold chain into a sack. He took some time out of his busy schedule and turned to face Tapirang to take a picture.

The picture was uploaded to the forum, showing Tapirang wearing underpants with his legs raised and biting beef.

"Good guy, the food has improved a lot. We even have beef."

Ye Liangchen, a local, said this and sent over a picture of the "Evil God Chewing Garlic" that he had captured a while ago.

The "Picture of the Evil God Chewing Garlic" was also secretly intercepted while following Tairang Liang without hesitation. Now it has become popular in the forum and has been turned into various emoticons by troll players.

"Isn't it here yet?" he posted without counter-offering.

"Coming, coming, almost at the door!" Xue Lang replied.

"Wait, please wait for two minutes before entering! I see that the evil god has just finished eating and seems to be getting ready to take a nap..."

"..."

In the midst of the commotion, the Pharaoh King's crusade army had marched from the royal city to Tapirang's stronghold.

You may ask, in such an important place as a stronghold, how could it be possible for Tapirang not to arrange any manpower to be outside at all?

Hey, he really arranged for people to be released outside...

...arranged an army of undead.

However, I don’t know whether it’s because the undead soldiers themselves are so stupid or there is something wrong with the AI ​​of this dark game. In short, the army came to the opposite door in a mighty manner, and the undead soldiers guarding the door were still standing there as if they were blind. , motionless.

True gatekeeper.

Don't care about anything except the door.

Realizing that the pile of gatekeepers on the opposite side seemed to be just a decoration, the priests discussed with the Pharaoh and his friends and decided not to force a breakthrough for the time being, but to create a perfect and airtight place.

So everyone summoned monsters and laid traps. The troops quickly dispersed under the command of their respective leaders, forming a fan-shaped area and blocking Tapirang's stronghold in the middle.

The priests also began to deploy large-scale spells that took a long time to prepare and were powerful. A group of Egyptian soldiers dragged out what looked like a super-ancient anti-aircraft cannon - but this thing seemed to be driven by magic. Two priests carved a magic circle behind the magic cannon and chanted spells to cast spells.

As the most powerful mage, Priest Mahad was naturally not idle, and began to arrange large-scale spells with very complicated preparatory work on the periphery. As the number one disciple, Mana was busy running around under the instructions of her master, and was very busy.

During the preparation time, which lasted for more than half an hour, the naive group of undead gatekeepers remained completely motionless. Until the cannons were set up, the barrier was activated, and the entire stronghold was surrounded, they still stood stiffly like door gods.

During this period, players also kept checking with the "insiders" inside to confirm the situation.

"Don't worry, it's okay. The evil god is taking a nap, sleeping very deeply!"

When he spoke, he attached a video of about five or six seconds. In the video, Tapir Liang was sleeping soundly in his red robe, snoring loudly.

After preparations were completed, the Pharaoh gave an order, and the crusade against the evil god began.

The highest-level magic barrier was activated, and at the same moment, the torrent of magic cannon blasted a bunch of undead souls at the door to pieces.

The snoring evil god suddenly woke up from his dream, sat up suddenly and looked around, with a panicked expression that seemed to say——

——What the hell? What's going on? Is Guangchuang coming?

When he realized that the enemy had already started to push the tower and his group of stupid undeads were still AFK, Tapir was almost furious.

But now he didn't have time to think about it. Hiding in the dark and taking the initiative was his biggest advantage in this game. Now that the enemy's entire army was pushing forward, his advantage was gone.

What else can he do? Run.

The Egyptian soldiers, led by the priests, poured in like a tide, coming from different directions to encircle them.

"Tsk, a bunch of bastards."

Malik quickly summoned several monsters and ordered them to rush to different directions to meet the opponent.

"Go, prepare to retreat!"

Tapir summoned as many undead soldiers as possible, asking them to temporarily resist the enemy and slow down the progress, and turned to Malik at the same time.

"We have no advantage in fighting here, let's withdraw from here first!"

Malik snorted, seeming to be a little unhappy with Tapir's cowardly attitude. But he didn't say much, and stood up to follow Mo Liang to leave.

Mo Liang was preparing to run for his life, but suddenly realized that he had forgotten something. He turned his head and saw that Yi Hammer 80 was still stuffing things into the sack...

Mo Liang was almost mad at him.

What the hell, it's time to pick up?

Are you a poor ghost?

Mo Liang's arms stretched out, and without saying anything, he picked up Yi Hammer 80 and ran away.

The sand sculpture was held in his hand, dragging two large sacks in his hand, with a confused look on his face.

Huh? Why did you catch me? Is this another hidden plot?