Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Chapter 138 Wake up! Guess who I am?

Time flies by on a cruise ship.

In the blink of an eye, it was late at night.

More than twenty players gathered at the entrance to the top floor.

They looked at each other.

There was a hint of subtle surprise in his eyes.

"How could it be such a coincidence?" Yunze's hand holding the pass trembled slightly.

Only half of the people who boarded the ship were left here, and they all got their passes at almost the same time.

No one got there first.

We are back to the same starting line.

Such a coincidence...

He smelled a conspiracy.

But this conspiracy is too deliberate.

It was simply telling them openly—

Your wins and losses are nothing but a joke.

"Is the High Priest of Pain teasing us?" one of the remaining players said dissatisfiedly.

After just a moment, Yunze shook his head and said:
"No, she didn't have to tease us like that. She was warning us."

"?"

The others were puzzled and turned their heads away.

Warning? What kind of warning is this?
However, only a few players, such as the Wanquan tribe poet, who knew that the widow was the Son of Desire, showed expressions of enlightenment in advance.

At first they thought it was something the widow had done a hundred years ago.

This saved the town of Aiguyi from destruction.

The status of the player Widow became increasingly higher in their hearts.

Now it seems that all this is part of the plan of the High Priest of Pain!

The other party must need a player who matches [Pain] as a sacrifice in order to achieve a certain goal.

Bring the widow back a hundred years, save the town of Aiguyi, collect [relics], create this ghost ship, and give these players the opportunity to get passes at the same time.

The High Priest of Pain in this dungeon is simply unfathomable!
She did these things almost as a warning to the players——

I know you are not ordinary outsiders.

【If you want to get the relic, follow my rules】

Especially the step of collecting [Relics].

When I first arrived in the small town, the townspeople said it wasn't a big deal.

Now players feel that

The High Priest of Pain knew that they were coming for these [relics]!
Everyone's expression was a little ugly.

When their thoughts are seen through by NPCs, players begin to feel an invisible pressure in their chests.

Look at the passage that is covered with expensive carpet and leads to the top floor.

At this moment, it is more like a bottomless pit heading towards the abyss.

"Forget it, things have come to this point, we have no way to retreat." Yunze sighed and said, "Now there is nowhere else to go except upstairs, just admit defeat."

This sentence exposed the arrogance in the hearts of others.

They all looked at each other.

Sighing, he walked up.

Just like prisoners lining up to enter the execution ground.

Arrived at the entrance of Hongmen Club.

The poets of Wanquan were the first to open the door.

Suddenly, I saw an exquisite crystal coffin placed in the most conspicuous position.

Next to her was a devout nun half-kneeling.

They were naturally familiar with this nun.

Everyone enters this place after undergoing a painful ritual in front of him.

Add to that the speculation just now.

Now when I see her again, my legs tremble involuntarily.

"Welcome everyone to the Advent Ceremony of our Lord."

"You will be witnesses of this miracle."

"Laying the foundation for the spread of His fame."

Player: “!?”

After these words were spoken, everyone's faces turned even paler.

They had thought that the High Priest of Pain was the big boss of this dungeon.

But I never thought there would be such a master!

The being the other party believes in is about to descend here!?

Opening the crystal coffin is not the way to obtain the [relic].

But awaken the [Lord of Pain]! ?

"No... Impossible! This damaged space can't withstand the arrival of that person!" One of the players said gritting his teeth.

Don't forget, these are all high-level players.

Naturally, some people also know the names of the five great venerables.

After arriving here and entering the town of Aiguyi, some people have already speculated whether this is the territory of the Lord of Pain.

Now it seems that not only that.

The real boss is coming too.

But they still held out a glimmer of hope.

The nun glanced at the other person, and her pupils gradually turned blood red.

"Ahem... this is impossible..."

Blood began to gush out of the other person's mouth. His internal organs seemed to be churning inside him, causing him unbearable pain.

In a moment, he became a dying person.

The other players immediately fell silent.

No one wanted to mess with the nuns at this time.

She nodded in satisfaction and said, "My Lord has fulfilled what he promised you, the Adventers."

"Where are your contributions? Why haven't you shown up yet?"

This sentence made the players a little confused.

What's going on? Are there any experts here?

However, the Wanquan Poet and other players of the Tower of Order had a bad feeling in their hearts.

NPCs simply call them Adventers.

Obviously, the players have been contacted.

Maybe even before they enter this instance!
They suddenly remembered the warning the Abnormal Affairs Bureau had given to various organizations some time ago—

[The members of the Disaster Cult are not just players, there may also be NPCs from some dungeon worlds]

[Please be careful if you encounter an NPC during a dungeon who knows about your presence in advance, as they may have infiltrated the dungeon.]

The person this high priest of suffering is calling...

Could he be a member of the Disaster Cult?!
brush--

Just when they thought of this.

Five free players walked out of the crowd one after another.

The panic on his face disappeared, replaced by madness and piety.

"O great Lord of Suffering!"

"In the name of the Disaster Religion, we bless you to come here!"

"Let suffering spread to all realms, and let all beings shout your name!"

Now the players’ hearts are finally at peace.

I didn't expect that the High Priest of Pain was really connected to the Disaster Cult.

Then you are still playing with chicken feathers!

Everyone faced the powerful High Priest of Pain and even a legendary Venerable in their mortal bodies.

Is it too late to turn around and jump off the building now?
Yunze looked at [Jinxiu] and [Tangqianyan] among the five people, and his expression became extremely ugly.

I didn't expect these two women to have such a low sense of presence.

He's actually an undercover agent of the Disaster Religion! ?
If I had known earlier when I came out of the room, I should have strangled them to death while they were covered in wounds!

"Pious High Priest of Suffering, what do you need us to do?"

Jinxiu half-knelt in front of the nun and said.

Their mission was to help Him fulfill His will in the battle.

Because of the existence of some kind of contract.

There is no way for the higher-ups to directly point out His identity.

Just tell the people of the Disaster Religion that His power will naturally come when they are needed.

At first they thought that "He" was the remnant of the mysterious power in the copy.

We need to help it grow stronger and then destroy this place.

But the words of the nun just now made the people of the Disaster Cult immediately assume that the "He" must be the "Lord of Pain".

Otherwise, how would the other party know their identities?

brush--

Before the nun could answer their question.

The lid of the crystal coffin slowly opened.

Everyone's heartstrings suddenly tightened to their throats.

The fanaticism in the eyes of the disaster relief workers became increasingly obvious.

He laughed wildly and said, "Great Lord of Pain! Is that you? May your will resound throughout the universe!"

A handsome man slowly stood up from the crystal coffin.

Yunze and others couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts when they saw that face.

Sure enough, this person is a widow.

It was obvious that the other party was deceived by the High Priest of Pain a hundred years ago and became the body of the Lord of Pain.

Most of their own consciousness has been destroyed.

What a poor man.

Forget it, let’s not feel sorry for him.

Look at the smiles of these members of the Disaster Religion.

I guess we're going to hell with him soon.

"Kids, this isn't funny."

A strange voice came from the mouth of the man who sat up in the coffin.

When Wu Wang opened his eyes, he heard the people from the Disaster Cult laughing wildly.

He smiled too.

"I am not the Lord of Pain, I am the Spiritual Lord of the Sea of ​​Desire."

"You can't even pronounce my honorable name correctly. Looks like I need to punish this hypocritical believer."

I finally tricked these bastards out!
Thanks to the traitor for providing the information!
Wu Wang's thoughts couldn't help but go back to the time when he was searching for relics in the small town.

There was a little accident.

He found the townspeople who had betrayed him.

We also found some issues with the [Relics].

The real layout begins now...

　I got fooled. What they called nightlife was just taking me to spend the night online. It was a waste of time.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)