I Became the Ultimate Boss

Chapter 670

"After the eighth second, the experience bar rises very slowly, and the number of kills also decreases. Why is this? Could it be that the player has survived the fatal period with medication?" Kemon looked at the experience bar and silently analyzed it.

A large main city with unlimited capacity, but not unlimited online players.

The planning and distribution of the Orange Stars is very reasonable, and the players who stay in the city are a minority after all.

A large number of players are active in the various wild monster areas, setting up alchemy and medicine factories.

Moreover, there are still a large number of players offline to rest, not all of them are online 24 hours a day.

According to the information found in the dream, in order to avoid the increase of mental illnesses, an eight-hour system is implemented. During working hours, they can only do things that are allowed by the rules, and the rest of the time is reasonably arranged by the Orange Stars themselves.

And the players in the first echelon are always the worst group of people, living in the game almost 24 hours a day.

In order to become the Liver Emperor, some players have agreed to intubate the body, and the nutrients needed by the body will be injected into the body through the tube, and then the bathing is also monitored by artificial intelligence, and then the automatic bathing machine is used to help clean the body.

Lazard 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.

Kermon looked at his experience bar and felt that he could still squeeze it out, so he put down the resurrection item on the toilet floor, and sacrificed his life again.

With the disappearance of the body and regaining the light, Kemon's level gradually increased.

The kill list in the upper right corner flowed repeatedly, and the screen froze again.

But the good times didn't last long, and Kemen found that the experience of this growth was much less than before.

"A player has gone offline." Kemon realized one thing, and that fear would make them afraid to go offline.

Before, even if they died once, they still dared to wander around the city. It was because the Orange Star people didn’t want to waste time and resources. They bet that Amon’s skills could not be used many times, so they continued to order those who should go to work to continue working. They could not waste a moment of time.

But this time is different. The Amon poison that infected the whole world strikes again, which shows that Amon's skills cooldown time is extremely short, and it may even be zero cooldown time. They don't need to stay offline 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 being turned into waste, which is really uncomfortable.

"At least half of it is lost." Kemeng murmured, his sixth sense would not make a mistake in this aspect, and he really lost more than half of his experience.

The level was so high that it stopped at level six hundred and ninety-five.

If those people do not go offline, it is possible to break through the 700-level barrier.

It's a pity that there is no if.

"I have to go, get more advanced wool." Now that Kemeng has made a move, he can't stop, and wants to maximize the benefits of the player's wool road.

Injecting a drop of magic power into the teleportation talisman, Kemen was teleported to the large teleportation point in the main city of Graycastle, and then teleported to the leveling area of ​​the first echelon through the post station.

Spirit Butterfly Snowfield.

The blue butterfly flies in the air, its wings are small and beautiful, and when the wings vibrate, it sprinkles a little bit of starlight, like the 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 the spirit butterfly's angry pursuit is caused, it will attract even more terrifying attacks.

Kemen stood on this piece of land. It should have been a blizzard covering the entire snow field, but the air was very warm and full of high-energy radiation.

Taking a breath casually allows the resistance force to operate throughout the body, eliminating the high-energy radiation factors contained in the air.

Ahead, the fiery red sky seemed to be on fire, the earth was shaking all the time, and the light of various special effects of skills filled half of the sky.

This place is quite far from the main city of Graycastle. If there is no large-scale cross-region teleportation array, who knows how many days it will take to get there.

"There are only one thousand players, a little less." Kemeng sensed the number of players on the snow field through spiritual communication.

Fortunately, there are other advanced leveling areas near the snowfield, and there are also first-tier leveling groups.

Kemen stood here, first buried a resurrection tool, and then sacrificed his own life on the spot.

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

A new kill list popped up in the upper right corner, and the experience bar rose again.

But the growth rate is really not fast. There are already a lot of players offline at the moment. The main top players are all in the advanced leveling area. The blood bar was about to be cleared to zero. Anyway, he was not poisoned to death by Amon, so he took medicine to increase blood and fight monsters at the same time.

It's just that these lucky people never expected that the poisonous injury would suddenly jump for a long time, and they would die instantly and become indescribable waste.

After Kermon wiped out all the nearby players, the snow field in front of him no longer trembled, and the special effect light no longer appeared in new colors.

It was so lively one second ago, and it was completely silent in two seconds. The senior players who were poisoned to death simply didn't come back, just clicked to log out, and waited for ten minutes to log out.

Kemeng spread to the main city again, killed the carbine, and killed the high-level players again.

It takes time to go offline. If you are still in a combat state during the offline period, you cannot go offline freely.

They can go offline, but their bodies will continue to be in a fighting state. No one wants to be relegated like this.

So, after the senior players were revived again, they hurriedly sent away, running as far as they could.

If Amon can catch up, count him as ruthless.

It's a pity that Kemon only has two legs and one body, so he can't chase hundreds of people at the same time.

After the high-level players escaped, Kemeng took the last time to make his own level break through to level 705, and then stopped.

If it weren't for the fact that the crowd was too scattered, Kemen felt like he kept brushing to level 800.

He tentatively sent a private chat to Nora and Nina, asking if they had any new big moves.

Nora replied in seconds: "No, it's interesting to watch you hunt and kill them."

Nina: "You are a big move yourself."

"I mean, can we gather people together again?" Kemon said.

Nora: "You mean to move any multiple items in the world to one coordinate? Wake up, I'm not that good."

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

Kemeng closed the private chat window, his eyebrows twitched, and he always felt that he couldn't talk to these two goblins, and the sense of crisis rose and disappeared slightly.

He had an intuition that just now, the two twins wanted to dig a hole to bury him, but they might have worried about the existence of the evil god Cthulhu, so they didn't have anything to say.

Because of this level of inspiration, Kemen vaguely understood that the two were clones of evil gods, and the backer behind them was Naia.

They regarded Kemeng as the avatar of the evil god, and the backer behind Kemeng was Cthulhu, and they regarded him as the same kind.