Chapter 574 Curse and Victory

The volume of the divine tree that has been transformed is 1/10 smaller than before, and its skin is milky white. New skills have not appeared, but its attack speed and movement speed have been greatly improved. It seems that the golden bark on the ground is a burden, which has prevented its abilities.

More than ten thumb-sized green vines spurted out from the hands of the sacred tree and wrapped them in the direction of the fallen angel. This is the main attack method of the 900,000 units of the sacred tree. Once entangled by this vine, the sacred tree will then launch a powerful palm strike. Before this, Zhang Mu used the cannon fodder to test the method and calculate the speed and attack frequency of the sacred tree's "video entanglement".

The fallen angel's body turned, leaving a afterimage on the spot, teleported to ten meters away, and dexterously avoided the attack.

At this time, there were no other enemies on the entire battlefield except the sacred tree. Everyone's output troops were aimed at the sacred tree. Various magic, light columns, and arrows flew in the sky. Even the sky full of stars would be overshadowed compared to the battlefield where everyone was in.

Time passed very slowly, and Zhang Mu gradually felt the pressure. With 500,000 units left in the sacred tree, its figure was almost the same as that of an ordinary large army. Both movement speed and attack speed have increased by more than 10 times. Even if the fallen angel has a "television", he will still be up and down in 10 attacks.

"Oh, the golden dragon is over." Amu shook his head, dozens of units of golden dragons were wrapped in vines flying over. When the sacred tree saw that the prey was trapped, it immediately slapped it and easily slapped the golden dragon's head.

The test that this battle did to players was not inferior to Zhang Mu's experience in the Water God Tower. At that time, the main test was the player's positioning and how to avoid the attack patterns on the ground. But now, the test was the player's reaction ability. If it was not even worse, it would be ruthlessly shot by the divine tree.

If the fallen angel had not had a numerical advantage, he would have been killed in seconds long ago.

The number of sacred trees is decreasing, and every second, no minute will drop by several thousand, and the strength of the people is gradually burning their lives.

The great demon, the golden dragon, the black dragon, the abyss master... these 9-10-level troops that have always been regarded as treasured by players have successively withdrawn from the stage. They did not escape, but were all killed.

The screams would occasionally come into his ears from afar. Zhang Mu knew that there was another army that had given his life to this tragic battlefield, but he did not dare to look back, because if he was distracted, the next unlucky person would be the fallen angel, or the "Demon Butterfly King" who suffered several heavy blows and was beaten to the death, and was beaten to the death for more than 5,000 units, and forced transformation.

A Mu and his men were surprised and shocked from the beginning until now, as they turned a blind eye to Zhang Mu's powerful strength behind the demon worm. It was not that the Demon Butterfly King was not strong, but that they were too strong and could not find any words to describe it.

One hour later—

"There are 300,000 units left! Don't stop the output!" Zhang Mu's arm once again felt a sour feeling. Hitting this 'sacred tree' was even more tiring than he felt when he hit "Sanna" at that time. The time spent on fighting "Sanna" was just to avoid a few specific group attack skills. The sacred tree in front of him not only needed to concentrate all his energy to dodge its attacks, but also had to keep running and outputting. The difficulty of the two was not at the same level.

Huang Quan sprayed a cigarette and said in a low voice: "Twelve Wings... have immersed themselves in the environment of beating bosses... I'm afraid, I don't know what's going on here anymore, right?"

"Old monk enters meditation, haha." Amu shook his head, took the cigarette handed over by Huang Quan, lit it, and took a deep breath.

Why is Huangquan and Amu so idle?

Because except for a few bosses, all the troops they could use to fight were explained on the battlefield, and the outer edge was in a mess, with corpses piled up into walls and mountains. The blood of the soldiers dyed the hills red, making this place a "blood wasteland".

The only thing that everyone can help Zhang Mu is the hero magic value recovered every minute, which can allow them to barely release several low-level damage magic.

"If we can't defeat the 'Ancient Divine Tree', then the price we paid this time will be too high..." The plague's eyes kept staring at the screen and said slowly.

"Shut up your crow's mouth, I believe that Twelve will definitely take this boss!" The virus glared at the plague fiercely.

"Thinking about the worst direction, if Twelve cannot defeat the 'Ancient Divine Tree', we may not even be qualified to participate in national honor..." Amu's cheeks shook slightly.

"Yes, there are only a few days to be national honor..." The plague, the virus's expression was extremely dim. They waited for the second national honor for a year. If they could not participate because of fighting the ancient sacred tree...

After a long time, a ray of sunlight shone quietly through the curtains. Amu raised his watch and looked at it, murmured: "This boss... we fought for a whole day and night..."

On the battlefield, Zhang Mu's eyes were covered with bloodshots, and he was in the final battle with the sacred tree. At this time, the sacred tree was already at the end of his strength and there was no possibility of strengthening it anymore.

The hills are scattered with bark of various colors. From a distance, they look like pieces of broken glass residue, reflecting magnificent colors.

‘Bang!’ At the last moment, the dark judgment cross sword in the hands of the Fallen Angel finally pierced the heart of the divine tree. While the Fallen Angel enjoyed the blood-sucking meal, the leaves on the 0-unit ancient divine tree began to fall abnormally. Each leaf was cut on the Fallen Angel like a sharp knife. The Fallen Angel was cut into pieces in an instant, without any power to fight back. Everything happened in an instant, and there was no possibility of escaping at all!

‘This is my ‘curse of the ancient divine tree’… Hahahaha…’ After saying this, the divine tree fell to the ground with no resources or gold coins, only 7 fruits of different colors burst out.

Zhang Mu sent the Demon Butterfly King to pick up all the seeds and fruits on the ground as fast as possible.

A pleasant voice came out, and a row of familiar subtitles appeared on the screen - this was a brilliant victory!

"Congratulations on your merits..."

"Congratulations to your twelve-winged angel for level 40..."

"Congratulations to your wild boar, Xiaobai, for his meritorious service..."

"Congratulations to your rage flame for your merits..."

"Congratulations on obtaining the 'ancient sacred tree seeds', 'golden fruits', 'icy fruits', 'light fruits', 'big stone fruits', 'flame fruits', 'thunder and lightning fruits'."

"Sorry, your 'pseudo-skeleton demon armor' is damaged..."
Chapter completed!