I am really not the villain BOSS of the game!

Chapter 152 BOSS2 Stage

Chapter 152 BOSS Phase

These few seconds were literally transmitted to the sky above the Red Rose Empire by the huge amber eyes outside the window.

It was not until the two slaps of the glass can that everyone regained their consciousness.

The leader of Odin's Gun Guild, Gangnir raised his head and stared at the giant eyes in shock, unable to look away.

So strong!

Needless to say.

Anlos Tian is definitely a high-level NPC!

I am afraid that he is the most important and core NPC that connects players to the Prophet camp!

He has a good-looking face, a good personality, and a god-given power. No one will dislike him. The game company has created this character so well.

In fact, Gangnir felt that the light of Anros overshadowed their players, and he had a vague feeling of becoming the center of the world.

In a daze, a cold voice sounded in my ears:

"Do you want to go crazy and die?"

Maria, the leader and CEO of the Knights of the Eternal Burning Sun, spoke.

Gangnir immediately said "Ah".

When he came back to his senses, he realized that his erosion level had actually soared to 51%.

He couldn't help but feel frightened for a while, turned his head to look at this beautiful and tall gray-haired woman, and thanked her awkwardly.

Maria ignored him.

She said the words of warning, but she looked at the giant eyes in the night with her sharp gray-blue eyes.

Amber eyes stretched across the sky, covering up even the light of the moon, as if they had become the only source of light in the world.

Maria looked at the giant eyes, looking at the white-haired boy holding a cane in the giant eyes, and frowned slightly.

"The scent of nightmare"

she whispered.

The CEO looked away, raised her arms, grasped her weapon with upper and lower blades, and used a little force.

Just a "buzz" sound was heard, and the sword hilt rubbed and emitted a series of flames.

The weapons were staggered and divided into two sharp swords, one long and one short. The mithril blade reflected red-orange light.

Maria looked at the monsters that emerged one after another from the tears of paint, and a cold and fierce dark light flashed in her eyes:

"The thing that is a nightmare should be completely killed."

The coldness in his tone made Gangnir shiver.

At this time, the guild elite player who was sent to escort Professor Armstrong to the lower city, the wheelchair God of War, strode over and shouted:

"Report! Professor Armstrong has been safely escorted to the church!"

"Ah."

Maria nodded slightly.

This cold attitude made the Wheelchair God of War's eyes light up, and he smiled happily as if he had seen something.

He gracefully drew a double circle symbol representing the twin suns on his chest. Just as he was about to continue killing monsters, Maria suddenly stopped him.

After pondering for a moment, Maria asked slowly in the confused and expectant eyes of the wheelchair-bound God of War:
"Xiacheng District, how is it now?"

It turns out that we are not going to release a new mission.
The wheelchair-bound God of War was a little disappointed, but this emotion passed in a flash.

He scratched his head and said: "The situation in the lower city is quite bad. There are many monsters, and the only thing we can do is play - ahem, there are only some undead people like us who are resisting."

"But you, you also know that if we undead die too much, we will become weaker and weaker. The potion that the professor brought there has no eggs - it is of no use."

In a word, the wheelchair war god is talking about stumbling.

He's a big boss, so it's okay to let him kill monsters.

He couldn't hold his tongue straight when talking to such a cold and beautiful boss.

"Well, generally speaking, the lower city is almost finished."

The wheelchair war god concluded.

really.

Maria's eyes dimmed, and her hands tightened on the two swords "Covenant".

After this nightmare attack, I am afraid that the entire Lower City will become a dead city as most people wish.

Then, over time, new populations gradually migrated in, just like the disaster two hundred years ago.

The dazzling and eternal scorching sun, but there are places it cannot shine. The brighter and brighter the sun, the richer the shadows will be.

Maria gave the order: "I am in charge of the upper city. You divide a part of the undead and follow a detachment of the Knights to the lower city for rescue!"

"Anything related to nightmares cannot be let go."

"We must drive out these monsters from the filthy land."

[Trigger new mission: Nightmare lingering in the lower city]

"Yes!"

The wheelchair-bound God of War responded and cheered in his heart.

When Guild President Gangnir saw this mission, his expression became strange.

Eliminate anything related to nightmares.
Do players from the evil god camp count?
hiss--

Gangnir secretly took a breath, feeling that this seemingly simple task of spawning monsters would become extremely complicated.

Although the more eventful the event, the more fun the game becomes.

but.

In the early stages of a guild's development, can't they be allowed to farm monsters and materials, accumulate experience to upgrade, and accumulate strength?

The President of Odin's Spear took a deep breath, looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, and murmured in his heart with vicissitudes of life and exhaustion:

I really want to smoke.
The ideal is beautiful, but the reality is skinny.

Not long after.

The poor president worked hard and took the wheelchair-bound God of War and other guild members with him, followed a detachment of knights, and set off to the lower city in a mighty manner.

At this time, they still don’t know.

What a shocking scene awaits them.

Nightmare, pure white church.

In the night, a pale yellow full moon looked down at the ground with a mocking smile as always.

In the vast snow forest, oil painting monsters hanging on the trees were shaking and trembling due to the impact and pressure surging from the center.

[The adult is angry.]

The sound of rustling is dispersed in the sound of rustling leaves.

Inside the church.

The shattered Samuel was photographed against the wall, staring closely at Anlos with his eyeballs stuck in paint, and his voice rumbled from inside the church:
[Anlos Tian, it seems that I underestimated you. Haha, I was a little surprised that you have the ability to hurt me. 】

Stop pretending to be uncle.

Your eyes are on fire.

Anros cursed in his heart, and finally suppressed his desire to complain, and continued to accumulate silence.

Samuel's limbs, shattered by the waves, squirmed and gathered in mid-air.

The dirty colors gradually faded away, and the paint slowly turned into a bright red as pure as blood, like countless rotating rose petals.

This scene can be called beautiful.

There is even something holy about this profane church.

The bright red paint gathered and turned into a huge beating heart.

In the center of the heart, the paintbrush is suspended quietly.

Outside the window, the giant amber eye slowly closed and disappeared.

Then, a hole opened in the center of Yin Hong's heart.

Opened, an amber eye stared at them without any emotion in the meridian.