Chapter 245 The First Ghost King

In the game "Invincible", it is basically impossible to carry out large-scale strategic actions. No matter which country or any guild is equipped with professional-level investigators, no matter what kind of moves, anyone can't escape the other party's eyes. Once the fog of war in the 6th level map is lit, it will be impossible to be covered again. Therefore, when the emperor led his troops to the Japanese town group, the Korean guild below also started a military operation. All the teams gathered at the entrance of the town group, and it seemed that they wanted to fish in troubled waters.

"Boss, do you think these Goryeo sticks will be spared to steal our city while we are attacking Japan?" Di Feng was a little worried.

The emperor smiled and said, "I know this more than you. I have contacted their boss in advance. It doesn't matter how the two sides fight in the future. But today there is only one purpose. In the gathering, the United States and South Korea, clear the Japanese town group from the 6th level map. Moreover, the boss of the kangzi also agreed to my proposal."

"Ha, I can't tell you are quite politically wise. Even you fooled the Goryeo stick." The real person smiled and said, "Be careful, there is no guarantee of oral agreements like this."

"Yeah, I know."

"This 'ko' seems to be a large gaming guild in Japan, right?" Zhang Mu glanced at the one-star team of Japanese players who were also marching and setting up formations under the strategic map.

The emperor nodded and said, "Well, ko ranks 17th among all guilds in Japan, but their main force is not in this 6th-level map. Most of the people who settle in this map are advance troops. The strength is quite prevalent, and the average combat power should be around 23,000, so it will not be difficult to deal with it."

One player suddenly said: "What I worry most now is that they are huddled in the town and don't come out. If they attack the city, they will suffer a loss even if they have the advantage of their troops."

Zhang Mu smiled and said, "If you encounter someone who is hiding, leave it to me to deal with it."

While talking, everyone was getting closer and closer to the Japanese town group.

Among this group of people, except Zhang Mu, everyone seemed a little excited. Although the scale was relatively small, it could be regarded as a small "national war".

"Brother, I'm waiting for you to perform, don't let me down." The fat man simply moved the chair to Zhang Mu's side and prepared to watch the battle well.

Zhang Mu lit the cigarette in hand, took a sip, and said, "It should not be very ornamental. As the emperor said, there are no masters in this town group..."

"So what if there is a master? Can he beat you?" Long Gen dragged the chair over as if he was like this.

Time flies so fast, and it is already 10:30 in the blink of an eye.

The first and second tiers led by the Emperor, the Lord, Zhang Mu, and the first tier of the "Paradise" led by Chris, the second tier instantly crashed into the battle space with dozens of Japanese players standing in the front.

At the same time, the players of the Korean Town Group also took their one-star team to move towards this side one after another.

A few minutes later, rows of "battle sweeping the screen" appeared on the screen. The three sides of China, the United States and Japan each suffered damage, among which Japanese players suffered the most.

In fact, the Japanese ko Guild is not as weak as the Emperor said, with an average combat power of about 25,000, and some elites even have more than 30,000 combat power. Then again, combat power is just to digitize the player's overall strength. When it comes to the battlefield, low-combat players have a great chance of defeating high-combat players. For example, the several unlucky guys I encountered were all around 27,000 combat power. Unfortunately, these unlucky guys were shot into hedgehogs without even touching the edge of his troops. It has to be said that my long-range cannon fodder is too strong.

"Twelve, don't be stunned, follow me to destroy the city." I shouted after killing 4 Japanese players, and Zhang Mu immediately followed him. The two of them had the same speed, and they solved a battle in 3 minutes.

The fat man sitting beside watching slicked his hands and laughed wildly: "I really feel sad for these little Japanese... When I meet you and the two perverted madmen, they don't even have the courage to attack actively, hahahaha~"

In the face of Zhang Mu's powerful forces, 99% of Japanese players lost the courage to resist. Other troops were ignored. For level 7 troops alone, 240 units of dragon cavalry were enough to kill all long-range troops in seconds. With extremely powerful forces in conjunction with Zhang Mu's superb operation, the one-star team completely became a road crusher, hitting one and killing one.

The battle lasted for about 20 minutes, and the most frequent tips on the screen were the "One Origin" and the "Twelve-Winged Angel" who killed the hero "Xi" were the two of them. They seemed to be in a competition, leaving their own large troops early in the morning and running straight towards the town group, like two bright steel forks stabbing into a piece of cheese.

On the other hand, Korean players were also involved in the battle with Japan, and the scene was extremely chaotic.

When the 13th Japanese player was killed, the remaining players scattered and fled in scattered. Some went offline, while others retreated into their own town. At this time, there was no one around Zhang Mu, but he was fighting with an elite 30,000 combat power in the combat space.

"Huh, the Japanese have finally learned to be smart. Don't you hit me on your own initiative." The deity shook his right hand, took the water cup that Wenwen handed to him, and clicked into Zhang Mu's combat space to watch the battle.

"Let me see what level of the twelve-winged troops have reached. I'm so busy."

“Eh?!”

I and everyone in the only studio were shocked. They looked at Zhang Mu's hundreds of high-level troops in the picture, and the prince made a "crack" sound in his throat, and his face turned pale in an instant.

"How is this possible? How could he have so many 7th-level troops..."

My face was not very good-looking, and he gritted his teeth and said, "This kid is really good at lying. His combat power is definitely more than 70,000!"

Everyone was still dazed, and at this time, Zhang Mu came out of the battle space.

A row of bright red small words appeared on Zhang Mu's screen: "Twelve, what is your combat power?"

"It's a sank~" Deng Jie laughed and held Zhang Mu's arm.

"Uh, that's it..." Zhang Mu was about to arrange a bigger lie to the previous one. At this time, two famous ghost generals and heroes surrounded by evil spirits came from a distance, and instantly involved Zhang Mu in the battle space.

"Twelve-winged Angel, I've been looking for you for a long time."

"Who are you…"

"Did you forget? We met on the 2nd level map. My title of "Top Ten Heroes" was taken away by you."

"Level 2 map, oh... I remembered it... It turned out to be you, a bad breath Japanese boy, no wonder your name looks so familiar..."

Libra appeared, Zhang Mu was 58% and Yokota was 42%.

"Your troops are good, but unfortunately, I have the advantage, you are dead." Zhang Mu said relaxed, but he felt a little nervous. The opponent's troops are not "good" but very, very strong! At least at the same level as the original! Even better!

"I didn't expect that if I was in seclusion for so long, there would be such a big gap in the strength of my troops compared to you..." Yokota had a gloomy face. As the "No. 1 Ghost King" of the Ko Guild, he actually had no advantage in the evaluation of Libras. This blow was too big for him.

Looking at Yokota's troops, Zhang Mu sneered and said repeatedly: "It's meaningless to say more nonsense, just fight if you want!"

Zhang Mu's military strength: 1700 sharp shooter, 1100 big lizard shooter, 1500 long-horned evil ghost, 240 golden bull, 1100 royal war vulture, 500 poisoned dragon king, 810 confession priest, 300 evil god king, 240 dragon riders, 5 dragon fly, 6 giant lizard, heavy crossbow chariot. (Marching tent: dragon fly, several giant lizards)

Yokota's troops: 11,000 skeleton axeman, 3,000 vengeful spirits, 400 dragon flies, 300 giant lizards, 300 barbarian bulls, 2,000 blood-sucking princes, 1,200 shadow ghost swordsman, 300 crown corpse witch king, 12 skeleton warriors, and crossbow chariots.

The fat man exclaimed: "My God, 11,000 skeleton axe master? This is the first time I have seen someone accumulate such a large number of skeletons... Brother, can you do it? Be careful not to capsize in the gutter."

"This Japanese player is so strong... Brother Mu, do you know him?" Wei Yang's smile faded.

"I met him, I even fought with him. At that time, he was on the second level map. At that time, he was one of the top 10 heroes... This guy developed so quickly..." Zhang Mu grabbed his hair in distress.

To be honest, he really doesn't want to fight this battle with Yokota. As the saying goes, two tigers will suffer one's injury when fighting each other, and his troops have just taken shape!

The only studio—

"Fuck! Is there such a pervert in Japan?" The so-called Guan Sha couldn't help but curse and felt very depressed. Since he got involved with the ice-fenced silkworm half a month ago, the masters have emerged one after another from the field like mushrooms after a rain. They used to be the twelve-winged angel, and my elder brother, now they have come out again. If this continues, wouldn't he become a second-rate master?

I didn't think much about it, but just clapped my hands and smiled gloatingly: "Now there is a good show, I know this guy Yokoda... One of the top backbones of the ko guild, nicknamed "The First Ghost King", haha, twelve wings, twelve wings, you're going to bleed heavily now, no matter how much combat power you have, you'll go back to before liberation after this battle! Hehe~"

"It seems that Twelve Wings really encountered an opponent this time..." The prince also laughed with the original.

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Most players on the battlefield were attracted to the battle between Zhang Mu and Yokota, and they had a very tacit truce and retreated back to their own large forces.

On one hand, there is China's leading "4-square master" and on the other hand, Japan's "No. 1 Ghost King". The gimmick of this field battle is at least twice as exciting as the duel between Zhang Mu and himself in the arena! The reason is very simple. The troops who died in the field cannot be resurrected...

As soon as the battle began, Yokota pressed the pause button, feeling very nervous, and secretly blamed himself for his recklessness.

Tokyo, Japan, ko club.

"Yoda-kun, what's wrong with you? Haven't you always wanted to take revenge on this 'twelve-winged angel'? Now is the opportunity!" The man who spoke was Takekawa, who went to the Internet cafe several months ago to win over Yokota to join the club, but saw Yokota defeating him and never left after he left.

Yokota clenched his fists and murmured: "From the display on the Libra, I have a high chance of losing. I didn't expect that this Chinese would be so strong..."
Chapter completed!