Scourge Messenger

Chapter 349 The Trend Has Been Set
Yan Qing summoned a cannon fodder to trigger the battle.

With his current puppet lineup, defeating the Eight Demons is no problem at all. The Eight Demons' burst damage should only be around 10,000, but they have hundreds of thousands of health points, making them very durable.

The only question is, how much will he have to pay?

If killing the eight demons results in the death of "Qiongqi," losing most of the day's development time, it's practically a huge loss. But as long as "Qiongqi" survives, thanks to the second speed boost from the second accessory, the rest of the day will be a snowballing feast!

The moment the cannon fodder touched the White Lion King, the White Lion King grabbed his spear and pinned the cannon fodder to death with a single thrust! "Qiongqi", "Bai Ze" and "Ascension Six Ears" attacked from three directions to avoid being hit by the White Lion King's area damage together.

The White Lion King lacks area-of-effect damage and constantly engages in back-and-forth battles with "Ascension Six-Eared Macaque". "Ascension Six-Eared Macaque" is an excellent tank because of the "True and False Monkey King" trait, which means that its stats will become the same as "Qiongqi" in each battle. This means that even if it loses health in battle, it doesn't matter, as its health will be equal to "Qiongqi" again in the next battle.

Yan Qing raised his bracelet and glanced at it, finding that the White Lion King's damage was not very high, only a little over a thousand. You should know that "Qiongqi" now has a body size of over 50,000. Even if the White Lion King has a million HP, it only needs to fight for 20 rounds, while the White Lion King can only take away less than half of its HP in the same amount of time.

"Yellow Dog," Ying called out.

"Wait a little longer." Yan Qing didn't think the White Lion King was that weak, so he held Ying Rushi back from going up.

Soon, as the white lion king's health decreased, the blood flowing from its body gathered on the spear, igniting blood fire on the spear. Attack speed and damage increased simultaneously, completely evaporating the fountain.

In the blink of an eye, the white-haired lion king's attack power soared to two thousand, and it could attack three times in two rounds!

This is actually a berserker-type demon king!

The lower your health, the higher your damage output!

If we can't kill it instantly with a burst attack, it might be able to wipe out everyone with a single spear thrust in the final stage!

"It's up to you now," Yan Qing said calmly. "Retreat as soon as the 'Love Lock' is triggered."

Ying Rushi did not respond. With a stomp of her Shadow Spider Boots, she transformed into a phantom and joined this terrifying battle at the sixth level. She took three steps in succession and actually began to spin in place. With each spin, the Heaven-Slaying Sword swept across the White Lion King's right leg, buttocks, and left leg. One step allowed her to spin three times, and three steps meant nine spins!
Even though Yan Qing had repeatedly overestimated Ying Rushi's abilities, she was still awestruck by her talent. This was definitely a spur-of-the-moment decision, using the momentum from the Shadow Spider Boots to spin around, yet she had managed to master such a bizarre tactic so quickly. She could probably launch it four times in ten seconds, spinning 36 times, for a total of 108 attacks, with the [Chaotic World] skill dealing a cumulative damage of... 147150!

This output efficiency is no worse than that of "Bai Ze" with tens of thousands of body attributes. It is completely beyond what a third-tier messenger can achieve. It is only because the White Lion King was held aggro by "Qiong Qi" and she was so talented that she came up with and implemented this damage-increasing method that such an absurd effect could be achieved!

Just then, Murong Hui, wearing goldfish-eye glasses, suddenly changed her expression and pointed to another road in the main square, saying, "The Hundred Guards are charging over!"

"how many people?"

"Twenty, very soon!"

Indeed, it was very fast, because Yan Qing had already seen them turn the corner. Twenty fully armed elite guards charged forward with heavy steps, showing no surprise at encountering them. Instead, they seemed like ambush troops who had been waiting for a long time, launching a fatal attack!

"Charge!" Yan Qing stood at the crossroads, raised his bracelet, and summoned a cannon fodder to charge forward. Although there were only twenty of them, the Hundred Guards were not something that a puppet of two thousand could easily fool; at most, it could only delay them for a moment and withstand one round of attacks!
The speed of the Hundred Guards' sprint increased, as if, after exceeding a certain speed, their heavy armor became the inertia that propelled them forward, turning them into twenty uncontrollable dump trucks charging towards them.

Yan Qing looked around; there was no terrain to use as cover. The houses were all too low, and the collapsed rubble couldn't block the road. The battle with the White Lion King had also intensified; its attack speed had reached twice per turn, capable of taking away a significant amount of Qiongqi's health in one strike! There was no reason to retreat; this was the turning point!
Murong Hui had already prepared her lightning sword, ready to strike the guards mercilessly once they were within optimal attack range. Yan Qing took a deep breath and drew his Bingzi Peppered Wood and two straight white iron swords.

Thirty steps, twenty steps, ten steps! In the blink of an eye, the Hundred Guards had covered dozens of steps. Yan Qing could even see their ferocious masks and the cold glint of their spears. Murong Hui's lightning-fast sword couldn't even slow them down; they were now charging forward entirely on momentum and were unstoppable!

Even the Mountain Mirror couldn't withstand their repeated attacks.

When the distance between the two sides was reduced to three steps, Yan Qing no longer hesitated. He raised the Bingzi Jiaolin sword high, and the inscription on the blade glowed with orange flames. The shockwave of [Overturning Heaven] instantly sent them flying!

But they did not fall to the ground. In the blink of an eye, they regained their footing and charged again. However, what blocked their way now was Bingzi Jiaolin's Heaven-Covering Blade Light!
After consuming two white iron straight swords, Bingzi Jiaolin's panel damage reached 270. As long as the theoretical damage exceeds 100 points, the blade aura residue can be triggered, causing 20 points of shock blunt damage in 0.05 seconds.

Although these damages would trigger true damage, Yan Qing didn't care, because what he needed now was the momentary delay caused by the shockwave blunt damage!
"Wanderer's Rain Boots" glided down the long street. Yan Qing wielded a three-meter-long blade, sweeping past twenty guards. Instantly, thousands of needles pierced his arms, causing blood to gush out. He immediately bit into the blood-replenishing pill in his mouth to recover his blood. He even had time to turn around and see the guards suddenly stop and slide on the ground. The momentum they had just gained from running was instantly exhausted.

He stopped, his footsteps leaving spiderweb-like cracks on the long street's stone slabs, then turned and waved the Bingzi Pepper Forest again.

His arms, already strained, were nearly torn apart, and as he swung them, fragments of flesh and blood flew out. Yan Qing gave a bitter smile. The difference between his real-life and alt accounts was too great. Even if his alt account took a lot of damage reflection, as long as he consumed enough blood-replenishing pills, it could still be lively and energetic. But even though his health bar wasn't empty, after taking two waves of damage reflection, he could barely lift his hands.

But it is enough.

As he retreated, he heard the white-haired lion king let out a mournful howl of despair. Turning around, he saw the white-haired lion king engulfed in raging flames of blood and then crash to the ground.

A haunting figure rushed to his aid; her eyes, which had been alluring last night, were now bloodshot, and her expression held no tenderness, only determination. "I'll go—"

"Get some rest." Yan Qing carried Ying Rushi and ran back. "It's over."

Yes, it's over.

"Qiongqi" brushed past Yan Qing and headed towards the Baibao Guards. The foremost Baibao Guard stabbed at it without hesitation, its nostrils exhaling two puffs of white vapor as it kicked at the opponent with its front hooves.

"Qiongqi" suddenly lost 800 HP. Don't underestimate this number. This is the damage dealt by a single Hundred Guards, and it's only a 20-person formation. If 200 people attacked together, even the Eight Demons wouldn't last more than a few rounds.

The moment "Qiongqi" struck the first hundred guards, all of their defensive barriers shattered, and countless wounds burst open all over their bodies, causing them to bleed profusely and nearly collapse to the ground.

This is the price of "the hearts of the people"—to share the pain means to die together.

Currently, "Qiongqi" has an attack power of 53000. If split among twenty people, that's 2650 points. Keep in mind that even the maximum damage reduction of the Liang Kingdom's specialty, the Heart-Protecting Mirror, is only 2800. How could every member of the Hundred Guards possibly possess a defensive artifact at the level of the Heart-Protecting Mirror? Moreover, they were just ambushed by Yan Qing and Murong Hui, and their defensive barriers were depleted.

The foremost guard, Bai Bao, was knocked to the ground. Even in the face of death, he still made his best effort, rolling around trying to escape. But Qiongqi had two front legs, which stepped on him one after the other, flattening Bai Bao's armor and crushing the fragments into his chest.

At the same time, the hearts of the other nineteen Momobe members also burst!
(End of this chapter)