Chapter 171 Next!

The middle-aged scholar poured the life potion into the mouth of the last seriously injured professional, half-knelt on the ground, holding the back of the other party's head to observe the situation.

The first few had already died.

They were all third-level professionals. Unless their professions were relatively powerful, even if they were at the same level, they could not withstand the sneak attacks of several fourth-level recipients. Several of the dying people drank the life potion but were not saved. They were dead as soon as they fell to the ground.

As for this one, there was a little hope. After drinking the potion, he suddenly opened his eyes and saw the middle-aged scholar in front of him. A trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

The middle-aged scholar caught his emotions and smiled bitterly: "There are not enough people now."

The other party did not say anything, but raised his hand with difficulty, pointed in the direction of the teleportation array, and grabbed his scholar's robe with the other hand, whispering: "Go... go..."

The middle-aged scholar understood what he meant and nodded silently: "I am here to protect the teleportation array."

The recipients of the Nine Gods did not interrupt him, but watched this scene with interest. Hearing his words, they all laughed.

"Brothers, the fun is here. A scholar is going to protect the teleportation array."

"How about we run first? Great scholar, you are so scary!"

Several recipients were laughing like crazy.

"I can see it. This must be Maoyue City's new plan. They are going to make us laugh to death, right?" The recipient who originally wanted to kill the middle-aged scholar almost laughed to tears. He moved his raised arm away, and the purple light flickered slightly, as if it was about to go out.

The middle-aged scholar didn't say anything.

But the professional who was rescued had a gloomy expression, smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Scholars come to protect the teleportation array? It's questionable whether they can protect themselves!

But he didn't blame anyone. The decision of Maoyue's top management was not wrong. People with combat effectiveness must go around to put out fires to delay the deterioration of the situation. Even if they guessed that the target of the Nine Gods Sect was the teleportation array, they couldn't send too many people to protect it.

Maoyue's manpower is limited. If all the combat power is transferred to the teleportation array, there will be no one to restrain the crazy people of the Nine Gods. They will turn around and let go of their hands and feet to kill as much as they want. Maoyue City will still not be able to hold on until the support arrives.

Knowing that the scholar in front of him is the last hope, the professional tried hard to lift his upper body.

The middle-aged scholar came closer, "You say, I'm listening."

"Thirty minutes..." He said in a weak voice: "You have to hold on... for thirty minutes."

"The conscription order... is sent to the whole country..."

"At most thirty minutes... support will... arrive!"

He grabbed the middle-aged scholar's clothes tightly, and purple flames jumped on his body, like a ulcer attached to his bones, making him feel miserable.

"I know, you rest first." The middle-aged scholar patted the back of his head and put him on the ground.

Then he stood up, as if waiting for something.

The recipient, holding his arms horizontally, sneered: "Great scholar, if Mao Yue is no longer able to do it, you should surrender quickly and join our Nine Gods Sect. You are so brave, maybe you can get the favor of a great god."

The other recipients also restrained their smiles.

Someone shook his head and said: "The wartime alarm has been sounded, sending scholars to the battlefield is really shameful."

The middle-aged scholar said calmly: "First of all, I was not sent to the battlefield, but came to support voluntarily. Secondly, any professional above the third level of the human race has the obligation to contribute in wartime. Combat professionals die first, and auxiliary professionals follow, and life professionals are no exception."

"Scholars are also auxiliary professions."

He frowned and observed his attributes frequently.

Isn't it lame?

"You talk too much nonsense."

The recipient of the Nine Gods Sect pointed his palm at him, and purple light bloomed instantly.

The middle-aged scholar was embarrassed, thinking that it was no wonder that this thing was not rolled out on a large scale. The side effects were not the most fatal... The ineffectiveness was the most fatal!

The next second, he made up his mind, fuck it!

I'll die!

He didn't intend to delay for too long, every second he could delay was a second, and a hit from the other party would at least delay them for a few seconds, right?

"Come on, hit like this." He pointed to his forehead, and then stood there waiting to die.

"Wow."

"What a warrior?"

However, the recipient laughed, but his arm was tilted at an angle.

The middle-aged scholar's face changed slightly, and he was about to step aside to intercept.

But how could his movements be faster than the skills?

A purple energy missile exploded directly beside him.

He was thrown out on the spot, and rolled several times before he stabilized his body.

And where he was originally, the purple flames spread wildly around, and the professional who had finally saved his life had turned into countless pieces.

Completely blown to pieces.

"I admire you very much, and decided to let you live a little longer." The recipient showed a strange smile: "But he doesn't need to live anymore, you don't mind, do you?"

The middle-aged scholar raised his head, but there was no sadness on his face. He just sighed and said: "It's better to die early, it's too painful to live."

He slowly got up, took out his glasses and put them on again: "This world... Don't come back in the next life."

A recipient of the Nine Gods who had not spoken much seemed to have noticed something, and his face changed drastically: "Not right."

"Kill him quickly!"

The recipient who had just become a little interested looked at his companion unhappily: "What's the hurry? Play again."

Just when he turned his head.

A strong wind suddenly hit his ear!

What is it!

So fast!

He subconsciously opened the shield.

Crack!

The next second, the sound of the shield bursting made him tense up, and he saw an incredible scene from the corner of his eye.

The scholar smashed the shield with a punch, and his sleeves burst open, revealing his arms with smooth muscle lines.

"Is this a fucking scholar!?"

He only had time to curse, and immediately wanted to retreat!

As a result, the scholar's hand had already grabbed his crown, holding him firmly in place!

His cervical vertebrae and spine made a friction sound under the heavy load, and the ground under his feet cracked!

Both eyeballs were blasted!

"Don't come here in your next life." The scholar's eyes flowed with black liquid, and it was hard to tell whether it was blood or something else. After saying this with a smile, he grabbed the recipient's head and blew it!

"Thirty minutes..."

The scholar smelled the fishy smell in the air and let out a long breath: "It should be able to hold on."

He pounced on the remaining recipients.

"Disperse!"

"He has no attack skills! Kill him with a long-range!"

A group of recipients immediately dispersed, and various long-range skills flew towards the scholar.

The scholar raised his arms and took the damage, rushed over, grabbed a recipient, and punched him to death!

After a few punches, the opponent's head was deformed!

During this period, he ignored everyone's attacks, and his back was almost broken!

He did not have any attack skills, but he took the most primitive way.

Punching and kicking!

Overdrawing 30 levels of growth attributes, including the job transfer bonus, the power is strong enough, and one punch can kill!

Bang!

He crushed the recipient's head with one foot and wiped the blood off his face: "Next!"