Chapter 1602 - 1598: Sworn to Protect

There is absolutely no room for individual skills to intervene; the key to determining the trend of victory is to first deplete the Magic group's MP or Ye Qiu's HP, the effect has already become quite obvious.

Ye Qiu didn't know how many times he had been surrounded by a rain of fireballs, the orange light devoured Ye Qiu's body, exploding, and falling to the ground.

No matter what, Fairy Fantasy is still a game, so the sensation of "pain" hasn't manifested, but being directly attacked by explosive magic can be said to be one of the most uncomfortable feedback feelings.

Besides an explosion leaving an impact on the head, the skin would feel a burning sensation, and the shock force might also cause a loss of balance. In the real world, this impact can sometimes affect the body, possibly causing headaches and dizziness for several hours after waking up.

"Oh... oh... oh..."

But no matter how many times Ye Qiu was engulfed by fire, he still stood up, wielding his sword, even as Qiuya wasted Mo Chang Echo's magic. Ye Qiu's presence became invisible to her; although failure was indeed regretful, since everyone was fighting within the system, one would definitely encounter this kind of value battle. There's no way back to the sky's rift, but why is he so persistent?—

Qiuya couldn't bear to see Ye Qiu subjected to such attacks anymore, so she ran forward a few steps and said to Ye Qiu's back:

"Enough, Ye Qiu! We can just start over from the beginning, items can be repurchased, money isn't much of a problem, let's give up."

But Ye Qiu merely turned around and whispered:

"I refuse to do that!"

His eyes reddened from the reflection of the flames, which turned the surroundings into scorched earth.

"As long as I'm alive, I will never allow my teammates to be killed. I cannot accept this situation!"

"This time, I must protect...!"

Qiuya could only stand there quietly.

When players fall into a completely helpless situation, different types of players will smile awkwardly when they face the "instant." Others close their eyes and brace themselves to endure.

Some people indiscriminately swing their swords before dying, a sentiment definitely encountered in VR games, so everyone has prepared mentally; if you don't, the game cannot be played.

But the light in Ye Qiu's eyes was something Qiuya had never seen before: a determined will to resist the system, unable to reverse the situation, striving to find a way to survive. Qiuya momentarily forgot they were in the imaginative world of a game.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Ye Qiu stood his ground, roaring in anger, causing the air to tremble. He charged fiercely at the shield standing in front of him the moment the enemy's firepower was interrupted. After slicing with the sword in his right hand, his free left hand climbed up the edge of the shield, ready to separate them. Facing such a transcendent action, sensing it, the Fire Elf squad began to panic, and Ye Qiu immediately thrust his sword into a small gap.

This iron wall defense confronting a Heavy Armor Warrior, even seasoned player Qiuya had never seen a non-magic individual charging way like that, not actually an attack, so surely no way to harm the opponent. However, after witnessing Ye Qiu's frantic actions, a confused shout emerged from within the shield.

"Damn, what's this guy doing..."

At this moment, a small voice appeared in Qiuya's ear.

"Now's the only chance!"

At first glance, people found Goblin Dong had somehow seized her shoulder unbeknownst to her.

"Chance...?"

"The uncertainty is just the enemy player's mindset; use all remaining MPs to try to stop the next wave of magic attacks!"

"But, even so..."

Qiuya swallowed the words "useless," it seemed that only Ai Weiwei's Dong's eyes carried a very serious expression similar to Ye Qiu's steadfast will.

Qiuya nodded, raising her hands to the sky, the enemy's Wizard Corps had begun chanting the Fireball Spell, but due to timing issues, the chanting speed was slow, and at this time Qiuya began chanting at high speed, continually reciting the spell she was about to use. Even though making even one syllable mistake would prevent the spell from starting, she risked speeding up the recitation to the limit.

Qiuya finally sang faster than the other side; countless small butterflies flew from her raised hands out, surrounding Ye Qiu's body.

Then the enemy's shout ended, fireballs threw bombs high in the sky like bombers. Leaning against the shield wall, Tong was continually swept into flames.—

"Hmph!"

Qiuya raised her hands high, gritting her teeth as she felt the explosion's pressure; as long as the Magic Barrier around Ye Qiu offsetted an explosive magic, her MP continued to drop, although she had drunk the MP Recovery Potion, the recovery speed couldn't keep up with consumption. What's Zhu's purpose? Prevent this wave of bombing—as Qiuya contemplated this...

Dong suddenly screamed from Qiuya's shoulder.

"Ye Qiu, it's now!"

Startled, Qiuya carefully observed that Ye Qiu was holding his sword high, standing amid red flames, it seemed as if he was chanting a spell, Qiuya compared the spell fragments and indexes in her memory.

...Could this be... a Magical Attribute Curse?

Qiuya immediately held her breath, once again gritting her teeth. Now Ye Qiu was chanting the Phantom Spell, capable of transforming players' appearances into monsters. Yet, it's of no practical use in combat.

Because most of them are useless monsters like miscellaneous fish, despite chanting determining the transformation form based on the player's Attack Skill Value, then changing randomly; everyone knows even if transformed into a monster, the actual ability wouldn't change much, so no one is afraid.

Ye Qiu's MP decreased at an incredibly fast rate, leaving only about 10% at last, seemingly failing the decision to put all eggs in one basket according to Dong's instructions.

But it's inevitable—isn't it? In this type of game, knowledge represents a significant portion of "strength." It's difficult to ask Ye Qiu, who only started the game a few days ago, to remember the actual effects of every spell among such a vast array.

Qiuya thought so in her heart, exerting her last strength, the enemy's final fireball attack almost descended at the same time the shield disappeared. A larger flame vortex appeared then slowly returned to calm.—

"Hey...?"

Suddenly, a shadow swayed in the fire, Qiuya thought she was mistaken because the shadow was too large.

Compared to the strong Fire Elf front, the shadow was twice as tall; if you gaze at it, you'd see a giant bending down, kneeling.

"Is that... Ye Qiu?"

All she could do was stutter. But that was the only possibility now. This was Ye Qiu in the Phantom Spell look—too enormous.