Chapter 361. Peak of Life
A copper Imp with a thin body and moving joints spewing steam crawled out of the Dark-robed Magic Puppet's body and waved his hands.
"What did it say?" Moonlight immediately asked.
"I didn't feel anything." An Alchemist with a maxed out [Engineering] skill smacked his lips, took out a few screws from his backpack, and threw them to the copper Imps.
"Ha... That's about it. We can basically confirm it."
Moonlight laughed.
He had done two things in the past. The first was to find a friend who was an expert in Engineering to verify the truth of Chara's words.
He was very suspicious, especially since this matter involved a lot of things and he could not be careless. After all, if one wanted to hammer others, one had to first make sure that they would not be hammered.
The whole verification process was divided into two steps. The first step was to verify that his " abyss of suspicion was indeed effective on the Dark-robed Magic Puppet, and then let anyone other than Eddie, who met the requirements to take out the heart of the magic puppet that was not in the drop list.
For the former, Char had accompanied him throughout the entire process, so there was no problem with the skill. As long as moonlight was released, Char, who was also a spellcaster of the origin Codex, would feel the fluctuation of mana and secretly exert force to cooperate with the effect of Moonlight. He could also let Zin'rokh adjust the angle and direction of the magic puppet's fall, making it look as if it had really been hit by the Moonlight.
As for the latter, the heart of the marionette was actually divided into two types.
One was a sure-drop item for the owner of Engineering. it was indeed not on the drop list, because it needed to be disassembled correctly to get it. This depended on the level of Engineering.
This was only known to the majority of players after a certain level 55 quest, The Stingy Mushroom Man, in the treasure plain, so it was also a paradox at this stage.
Engineering burned a lot of money, there were only two extremes for people who were obsessed with Engineering. One was that they were rich and could afford to burn money, so they would not dismantle the garbage on the ground. Either they had spent too much money and couldn't keep up with their levels, so they wouldn't come to this place and would not encounter high-level Dark-robed Magic Puppets.
As for the real [The Heart of The Magic Puppet], it could be exchanged and was also the one in Char's bag. Not only did it have-low drop rate, but it also depended on the way to kill the dark-robed marionette. You could not let the magic puppet suffer internal injuries!
At the current stage of the game, the players' crude methods would have destroyed the magic puppet's vital parts by the time they killed it. There was no way to find it.
Even if they avoided the vital parts of their bodies like Char and ensured that they would drop the "The Heart of The Magic Puppet", they would still have to face the second test. which was of utmost importance... Which was the face.
This was different for each person, but Char could not do it.
Therefore, after a series of self-righteous verification, Moonlight was more and more determined on the wrong path, and also went further and further.
What this person was pursuing had gone beyond vulgar interests, but the pleasure of trampling and destroying. He believed that human nature was evil, just like a bad life. Therefore, all those who showed kindness were either hypocritical, pretentious, or had not been beaten by society.
As for the latter, he was happy to give them a lesson.
He also enjoyed the thrill of trampling on such an unparalleled monster.
He believed that those who enjoyed money and power must also feel pain to neutralize such a life, such as being criticized, discussed, pointed at, hated, and remembered...
This was the price, but also the balance.
Therefore, in the process of verifying this information, he did the second thing-he contacted his friends and vaguely told them that the people of Mandela were trying to hide something. If they wanted to verify it, they had to do as he instructed, and the answer would naturally appear...
As the main force left, hundreds of dark-robed magic puppets were left on the ground. At the same time, nearly a thousand people stayed behind, waiting for the Moonlight to give them an explanation.
"You saw it and you heard it. This magic puppet did not produce 'The Heart of The Magic Puppet'."
Moonlight moved forward and explained to the people who stayed behind.
At the same time, he showed everyone a video of the pickup just now.
The content was very simple. After his Alchemist friends arrived, they killed more than a dozen Dark-robed Magic Puppets in a row and each of them obtained a "The Heart of The Magic Puppet". Moreover, this item did not appear in the drop list.
These monsters were all killed under Char's guidance, and their vital parts were perfectly avoided. Moonlight's rich friend's [Engineering] was of a higher level than Char's, so it was natural that he would be able to destroy them accurately. However, the corpses left behind by Mandela and the others were not the same.
However, this did not affect the anger of the crowd.
"Let's start the battle, Moonlight!" Someone said.
He was not referring to a wave of aces, but rather, to pick up the keyboard and set off!
"That's right, Moonlight, quickly expose this matter!"
"Mandela is too dishonest. Moonlight, let's do it. We'll help you!"
"Yes, we'll help you!"
The crowd was furious, and it was particularly lively.
"Of course."
Moonlight smiled, showing a strong sense of righteousness.
"The time for the final battle has arrived!"
Mount Meru's right eyelid kept twitching, which made him a little absent-minded. He scrolled through the posts from time to time.
Suddenly, his entire body trembled and he stood up straight as if he had been electrocuted.
He saw a familiar ID!
Moonlight!
The other party had posted!
[The story between Mandela and I that I have to tell.]
Moonlight had a unique characteristic when he posted. From the title, one could tell how much content he had.
Some of the content could be summarized in a sentence, and it was usually a small matter. And this title was clearly a title to unfold the story ...
This was a fresh melon!
A storm was coming!
Moreover, both parties had already made it clear that one was the Warriors themselves, who spoke up for the civilians, and the other was the large guild Mandela, which was based on the civilians. This post was like a skyscraper in an instant. Other than the players who were focused on construction in the new city of Lavosudeland, everyone else clicked on it at almost the same time.
There was no need to go into details. It was the entire process of the incident in the article. Moonlight described it as a personal witness, starting from Mandela who saved him, in the spring and autumn style.
All of his statements were made in a very rigorous tone with a lot of adjectives, including but not limited to words like "I think so" and " assumption." He was very tactful and cautious.
In fact, this was a very clever technique to control the rhythm. In this era, where one could read ten lines at a time, one only needed to focus on the key points. The effect of embellishments was not great. The readers would not care about it, let alone verify it. They were only responsible for watching the drama.
Moreover, when they first saw the big melon, they only had an objective understanding of things and had not yet had any emotional color. However, when they saw the comments in the front row, they would quickly be replaced by the tone laid by the front row.
This kind of preconceived thinking came from people's thinking inertia, so the direction of a rhythm post was determined by such few simple lines of comments. Those angry players who patted their chests and wanted to reply to Moonlight.
Although Char could not see, she did not miss anything since she had sent a long-distance live broadcast for him.
Soon, the direction of the forum changed from suspicion to certainty. Then, it seemed that all the people who had a grudge against Mandela emerged, and dark history that they had never heard of came one after another.
The onlookers were naturally happy. With bloodshot eyes, they fanatically read those conjectures and stories that they did not know if they were true or false, and used overwhelming jokes and sarcasm to ridicule this behemoth as much as possible.
The tiger fell into the sun and the fragon was imprisoned in the shallow. Naturally, there was no lack of crazy people who hit him when he was down.
This kind of savagery and pleasure was like drugs, and it was difficult to resist.
The crazy secretion of dopamine was like a high-quality plant stimulant, causing the height of the rhythmic building to increase at a speed visible to the naked eye, instantly surpassing the height of Apacha's post.
The vortex was more intense than ever, as if the emotions that had accumulated for a long time had found an outlet.
When all of this came like a tide, all objectivity and rationality were drowned in it. The argumenters struggled desperately, but they could not avoid being torn apart. Almost in an instant, they were crushed to pieces, and there was no time to even make a sound...
Char could almost see the look of despair on Mount Meru's face.
"Too despicable, too despicable..."
He sighed and shook his head.
"Zin'rokh, let's end this as soon as possible. The team is in a mess now. Do you understand what kind of monsters we should use to separate them?"
"Yes, Master,"
After a pause, Zin'rokh suddenly hesitated and said, "Master ... I suddenly feel a brand-new energy..."
"Huh?"
Char could not help but freeze.
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know..."
Although he did not understand what Char was saying, Zin'rokh immediately stammered, "It's strange. It's just like how I usually feel the seeds of magic energy brewing. It seems like a similar vortex has appeared somewhere... Fanatical, irritable, and hysterical... As long as I stir it a little and induce it, it can completely erupt, but there's a wall between me and it..."
Suddenly, Char's mind went blank, and not even a blade of grass could grow in it.
After a few seconds, he finally came back to his senses with difficulty.
He had a bold idea.
Could it be that the thing that Zin'rokh noticed...
Was it a forum?
"Char..."
Suddenly, Mitsuya jumped out, her expression serious.
Char was still suspicious, but when he saw her, he felt a little guilty.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"I've never interfered with your actions, right?" She asked.
"It seems so..."
"I didn't interfere not because I didn't care, but because I felt that no matter what you did in the past, you never deviated from your original intention. But now, I don't think so."
Char frowned. "You mean... Did I go too far?"
"It's like this. Playing with people's hearts should be a trick of abyss. You can, but you can't indulge in it. After all, you are my God's chosen one. Your fall will lead everything to fall."
Char pursed his lips and remained silent.
He wondered how the other party would react if he told the truth.
It was an interesting thing. His conversation with Mitsuya did not interfere with his conversation with Zin'rokh. So. he was both God's chosen one and the Son of the abyss, and neither of them knew anything about it...
Of course, this was just a joke.
Back to the plan itself, although he laughed at his own means, it was only a sigh. After all, whether it was him or Mount Meru, they were only standing on their own positions and could not tell right from wrong. In the 177 rounds of Reincarnation, what kind of outrageous things had he not done? He would only end up with a good ending in order to have a clear conscience, so the process was not important.
However, why did Messiah come out?
Wait...
Char suddenly picked up his previous guess.
Could it be that the goddess was like an alarm, sniffing out that the resentful "forum" might become a "seed"?
"Do you feel something?" He immediately asked.
"Oh?" Mitsuya looked at him strangely and nodded.
"I do have a bad feeling... It's not just your actions that make me uncomfortable, but also... It's as if the power of the abyss is brewing somewhere."
It really was an alarm!
Char patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, I'm not capable of doing such a despicable thing. I'm just borrowing the strength of others."
After a moment of hesitation, he added, "If you feel that the situation is getting worse, remind me and I'll immediately stop. Trust me, okay?"
After staring at him for a long time, Mitsuya finally nodded.
"I believe you."
This sentence, which was light as a feather, actually had a heavy texture, which made Char feel enriched. Her originally gloomy mood also improved.
This goddess was still somewhat useful.
He smiled and immediately contacted Zin'rokh.
"Zin'rokh, are you sure there's a wall between you two?"
"It's like this, Master,"
"Can that wall be chiseled open?"
"I'm afraid not. This wall is not aggressive at all," Zin'rokh said, a little disappointed, "I'm afraid that I'll need your power to break it."
Char heaved a sigh of relief.
The wall was probably referring to the system.
"Don't worry about it. Let's act according to the original plan."
"Yes, Master."
As Char had expected, Mount Meru's team stopped in place like a broken bus.
Almost all the members of Mandela went to the forum.
There were angry ones, suspicious ones, and of course, there were also those who left the guild at the speed of light.
They could not argue for themselves. They could not come up with evidence that items that did not exist in the drop list never appeared.
It had to be said that this was truly despairing.
If they were able to take it out, it would mean that they had the evidence and self-destruction.
However, it was also true that they could not take it out.
The only difference was the strength.
Mount Meru's eyes were bloodshot, and he was silent for a long time.
He had already prepared for the worst, but he still did not expect the situation to deteriorate so quickly.
The mountain collapsed and the earth cracked. It was so sudden that there was no room for retaliation.
If even he had temporarily lost his fighting spirit, one could imagine what the others would do.
The demons of silos took the opportunity to surround them again. This time, they were almost unobstructed. They were impetuous and lacked command. There was no way they could fight this battle.
Players were individuals who maximized their collective power. Once their cooperation was broken, their individual power would be extremely weak.
At this time, the moonlight brought people to the scene, like a victory flag, whistling past.
The pub players who were originally in the Mandela team seemed to have seen their savior. They did not even need Moonlight to call out to them and rushed to join the team one by one.
More than 10% of Mandela had left.
It was strange that the monsters seemed to be targeting the people of Mandela. As the number of people in the moonlight team continued to increase, the number of monsters attacking this side actually became less and less. In the end, they even gave up on this side!
"This is what a highly intelligent monster should be like."
Moonlight laughed, extremely proud of his own judgment.
He chose to abandon the vehicle to protect the commander. He threw the people of Mandela out as bait to feed the tigers, while he took the opportunity to lead the large group on the road to enter the city.
"What was this called? A hero cuts his wrist, right?"
Looking back at broken wrist who was being gnawed on by the monsters, Moonlight was even more pleased.
They were very cooperative and did not catch up.
Moonlight expanded like never before. The attention and sense of existence that he had been dreaming of was like a basin of hot water that kept pouring on his head, making his whole-body tremble from the heat.
Back in Memphis, he had trembled with jealousy when he saw the boundless glory of Mount Meru.
However, this seat that was the focus of tens of thousands of eyes belonged to him!
At this critical moment, he suddenly wanted to open his arms and wanted to shout, but he thought that it would be silly, so he held back.
His gaze swept across the people around him, and finally landed on Char.
"Are you sure it's this way?" He asked.
Now that things had come to this, he could not say the word boss anymore.
However, he was still in awe with Eddie.
Suddenly, looking at this back, Moonlight with an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
It was as if a long time ago, he was also following behind a back like this... He also had the same respect for the other party.
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