He had died 327 times and 12 times, and now it had become 330 times and 13 times.
Over the past three days, Mo Shigui had been recording the number of deaths of his own guild members and the number of deaths of his own guild members.
The reason for this?
It was because Mo Shigui wanted to return all of them!
The Spell Stealers had killed the members of the Vivacious Nuclear Guild 330 times!
He wanted to kill all the members of the Spell Stealers 330 times.
As for the names of every Spell Stealers that killed him … Mo Shigui remembered them all clearly. He wanted to kill them one by one.
This was something that outsiders found hard to understand. He told Black Pot Cooked Meat and Yu Zhongqu about it. Black Pot Cooked Meat's reaction was, "It's not like you haven't been wiped out by a dungeon boss before. Why are you so irritable?"
Yu Zhongqu's reply was, "Do your best!"
That's right … It was normal for a party to be wiped out by a boss in a dungeon!
Mo Shigui's party had also been wiped out by bosses thirty to forty times when he was exploring the dungeon in Holy Spirit, but Mo Shigui did not feel angry. However … after killing the Spell Stealers, a strange anger accumulated in his heart.
As for Mo Shigui, he did not know what this anger was. No …
Mo Shigui looked at the Spell Stealer standing on the dragon's head, who had intruded into their encampment … Looking at the expression of the Spell Stealer, Mo Shigui finally understood what this anger was …
What he was facing was not some boss battle or dungeon exploration, but … PK!
Mo Shigui had subconsciously regarded the Spell Stealers as another group of 'players'. The anger he felt when he was killed by players and when he was killed by wild monsters were on two completely different levels!
Back when Mo Shigui was playing Dispute, he would kill everyone who killed him in wild PK one by one!
What made Mo Shigui even more unforgivable was that these guys especially liked to use sneak attacks and cheats!
In conclusion, Mo Shigui believed that these thieves were a bunch of … orphans.
This was one of his more radical ideas.
"Your time to rest is over, Holy Spirits!" Medes the Spell Stealer stood on the head of the Lord-tier dragon.
Everything in the Molten Black ruin was under their control. The spell stealers listened to Deng Heath's suggestion and decided to give the holy spirits a chance … to capture them.
But before that, they had to absorb enough god-devouring energy from the Holy Spirits. Of course, it was impossible for them to gather enough in just three days, but Mercedes felt that it was time for them to begin their plan.
"Rest time?"
Mo Shigui held his longsword and looked at Mercedes, who was standing on the dragon's back. He really wanted to shout at Mercedes …
Why don't you turn off your one million HP and Lord-tier dragon pet cheat? Let's balance the game and compare our skills.
This was what Mo Shigui was most angry about!
These Spell Stealers were Lord-tier bosses. Their HP and attack power were much higher than the players', and they could even summon Lord-tier dragons to help them. The most disgusting thing was that all the traps in the ruin listened to their commands.
This was a very common configuration for the players. After all, it was normal for dungeon bosses to have such things.
However, all Mo Shigui could think of was … to pull these Spell Stealers into the Holy Spirit PK arena and balance the stats. Mo Shigui would definitely smash these Spell Stealers' heads!
"Guild master!
The Wonderhouse in the arena is ready! "
Just then, Little Feather suddenly sent a private message to Mo Shigui. Mo Shigui had occupied the arena area in the upper city two days ago and set Little Feather the Architect's message as a special focus.
In these two days, Little Feather had also entered a state of building a house … This was already Little Feather's fiftieth hour online.
"I'm going to sleep when it's done." Mo Shigui immediately sent back a message.
"I can't sleep. Guild master, when are you going to invite the guests from the Wonderhouse over?
The teleportation point has already been determined. "
So what was the Wonderhouse?
Mo Shigui had no right to name the arena that Little Feather had built. After all, it was someone else's work … All that was left to do was to drag these Spell Stealers to his home ground!
The Spell Stealers' HP and combat value might not be able to be modified, but at least they had been fighting in the Spell Stealers' territory for three days and three nights. It was time to change the home ground!
"The upper city arena has been completed. The goal of this battle is to invite those Spell Stealers … to experience our 'ruin'."
Mo Shigui shouted this in the live chat channel of the Jumping Core. The originally low morale was instantly raised to the maximum, and at the same time, a tool called the Plunder Net was raised to the maximum!
…
Three hours later, Mercedes the Spell Stealer descended from the sky and arrived in an unfamiliar space.
"This is the territory of the Holy Spirits?" Mercedes looked at his surroundings through the gaps in the Plunder Net.
The Holy Spirits were just as Dunsie had said. Rather than calling the Spell Stealer an enemy, they treated the Spell Stealer more like goods.
Naturally, the goods had to be transported to their own warehouse!
"Something's not right?
Where are the Holy Spirits? "
Mercedes the Spell Stealer looked around. He found that he had fallen into a quiet corridor. In this dark corridor … he could not sense the presence of any Holy Spirits.
As far as Mercedes was concerned, the Holy Spirits should have locked him up in some dungeon after capturing him.
He was already prepared to be interrogated by the Holy Spirits. He was even prepared to die again.
The Abyss would reconstruct his body. No matter which world he died in, he would return to the embrace of the Mistress.
That was why Mercedes the Spell Stealer would use his own body to create a map.
But there were no Holy Spirits, no dungeon, and no torture tools for interrogation or imprisonment. There was only a bottomless corridor in front of Mercedes the Spell Stealer.
"This is the creation of the Holy Spirits. The aura of this world is different too. But what is this place?"
Mercedes the Spell Stealer threw away the Plunder Net and punched the wall in front of him.
A tiny crack appeared on the wall. Mercedes punched the wall again, but the crack only widened a little.
It was very sturdy … at least much sturdier than the walls in the ruins on Blacktide Island.
Mercedes the Spell Stealer could consider breaking the wall and leaving this place. But there was a limit to the magic power and strength in his body. He had to make sure that he had the strength to escape this place.
Just as he was thinking about this, he suddenly heard a crisp sound. It was so crisp that he instantly jumped back and moved away from the wall.
The brick that Mercedes punched spat out a gold coin and a wooden sign on the ground.
After making sure that there were no traps around, Mercedes picked up the gold coin and the wooden sign on the ground. The wooden sign read, "Welcome to the House of Leaping Nuclei. Collect 100 gold coins to leave."
Was he toying with him?
Mercedes did not believe that the Holy Spirits would let him go if he collected 100 of these things.
But he still kept the gold coin and looked at the end of the corridor.
There were many bricks with question marks on them in the corridor. When Medes walked down the corridor, he would knock on the bricks with question marks with his hand.
Gold coins were spat out by the bricks one after another. One of the bricks even had 10 gold coins hidden inside.
"There are some here too?" Mercedes knocked on the gold coins hidden in the corner of the corridor.
Mercedes, who was disdainful at first, looked at the small pile of gold coins in his hand and felt … addicted?
He had collected 50 gold coins. If he collected another 50, he would be able to leave this place justifiably.
What am I thinking?
I need to find the exit as soon as possible.
Mercedes put the 50 gold coins in his hand into his pocket and quickly ran down the corridor. Halfway there, a huge pit appeared on the ground.
Was this a trap set by the Holy Spirits?
Mercedes glanced at the bottomless pit and had the urge to laugh out loud.
He could imagine that there would be countless traps in this strange place, but placing a deep pit here was too much of a fool for his intelligence.
The traps in the Molten Black Ruin were dangerous and hidden. Countless Holy Spirits had died because of them, but this trap set by the Holy Spirits …
If you want to put a pit here, you should at least bury some straw in it!
Mercedes waved his hand and threw out two icicles. The icicles flew over the top of the pit, but they did not touch anything, nor did they activate anything.
Was this pit the only trap?
Mercedes did a few more tests, but none of the traps he had expected were present.
Mercedes wanted to use the power of extreme cold that he stole from the Holy Spirits to build a path, but … there was no skill to build a bridge in the Ice Master's list.
This was the awkward part of the Spell Stealer's ability, and the teleportation skill did not have enough distance.
He had no choice but to jump over.
Mercedes took a few steps back, then sped up and jumped to the other side of the pit.
A Spell Stealer's body was far stronger than ordinary people's, so it was easy for him to jump seven or eight meters in an instant.
Mercedes flew over the pit, and just as he was about to reach the other side, he felt he hit something.
There was another crisp sound, which Mercedes was very familiar with … It was the sound of the gold coin brick spitting out gold coins.
Previously, Medes had thought that the sound was pleasant, but now it sounded like a funeral bell to him.
On his forehead, there was an invisible brick …
Was that it?
At that moment, Medes wanted to teleport directly to the transparent brick, but he suddenly heard what sounded like a gunshot.
Just as bullets and crossbows were flying toward him, what came flying at him was … a huge spring.
The spring hit the Spell Stealer, and the elasticity of the spring told Mercedes what a product of the God of Forging was!
The huge elasticity propelled Mercedes straight to the bottom of the pit at the speed of a rocket.
In less than half a second, Mercedes stopped. He looked down at his chest, which had been pierced by a spike as thick as a tree trunk.
An indescribable pain was unleashed from his body. He endured the pain in his chest and struggled to free himself from the needle.
Damn the Holy Spirits!
The spike was pulled out of Mercedes' chest. Although blood gushed out of his chest, it was not a big deal to his body. The Healing Spell was gradually taking effect on Mercedes.
If it was just a small trap … it wouldn't be able to kill him!