ニュース ECHOCOLYPSE YULIA GUIDE - スキル、ブレークスルー、および増強

ECHOCOLYPSE YULIA GUIDE - スキル、ブレークスルー、および増強

著者 : Lily アップデート : Mar 25,2025

ターンベースのRPGジャンルへの最新の追加であるEchocalypseは、グローバルシーンを強打してヒットしました。 Yoozoo Singapore Pvt Ltdによって開発および公開されたこのゲームは、1年前に東南アジア市場で既にニッチを切り開いています。現在、世界中のファンは、この魅惑的な世界に飛び込みたいと思っており、スリリングなSF後の黙示録的な物語を背景に設定されたアニメスタイルの3Dチビキャラクターをフィーチャーしています。魅力的な新しいプレイヤーキャンペーンの一環として、アカウントを作成するだけで豊富な報酬が解除され、強力なスタートのために設定します。 ECHOCOLYPSEは無料でプレイでき、Google PlayストアとiOS App Storeの両方で利用でき、幅広い視聴者がアクセスできます。

ECHOCOLYPSE YULIA GUIDE  - スキル、ブレークスルー、および増強

ゲームのメカニックをナビゲートするのに役立つように、ユリアの芸術的アップグレードの要約を次に示します。

  • Survival Instinct 1(Artifice 1) - 初期レイジ+1、HP +2,270
  • 防御的な本能2(Artifice 2) - Armor +110、Res +110、受動的能力を学ぶ:unning獲物
  • 攻撃本能3(Artifice 3) - ATK +280
  • 防御的な本能4(Artifice 4) - Armor +200、Res +200、アップグレードパッシブ能力:unning獲物
  • サバイバルフィールド5(Artifice 5) - すべてのチームメンバーHP +5,100
  • 攻撃本能6(Artifice 6) - ATK +1,550、アップグレードパッシブ能力:unning獲物
  • サバイバルフィールド7(Artifice 7) - すべてのチームメンバーHP +12,810
  • 防御本能8(Artifice 8) - Armor +1,370、Res +1,370
  • サバイバルフィールド9(Artifice 9) - すべてのチームメンバーHP +18,710
  • 攻撃本能10(Artifice 10) - ATK +3,220
  • 防御フィールド11(Artifice 11) - すべてのチームメンバーdef +630
  • サバイバルフィールド12(Artifice 12) - HP +81,250
  • 共振カード(Artifice 13) - すべてのチームメンバーdef +990
  • 攻撃本能14(Artifice 14) - ATK +6,030
  • 家事(Artifice 15) - すべてのチームメンバーdef +1,080

究極のゲームエクスペリエンスについては、Bluestacksを使用して、より大きなPC画面でeChocococococolypseをプレイすることを検討してください。このセットアップにより、バッテリーの寿命を心配することなくスムーズなゲームプレイが保証され、ゲームでの全体的な楽しみとパフォーマンスが向上します。

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