Players’ NPC daddy.

The Psycho Clown has this profession, so where do the flying needles come from?

The evil players looked at the iron fan in the clown with twitching eyes. The flying needles were shot out from the fan bones, and there was even fire when it was fired.

【Falling Flower Iron Fan Spear】

[An iron fan with eighteen flat gun barrels as the ribs, with a built-in flame, that can fire needles as bullets]

The Shocking Clown naturally also possesses the profession of [Gunner]. The precise hitting points of [Gunner] perfectly compensate for the strict hitting points of [Hidden Weapon Master]. This is the way of playing he found out after working so hard.

The forest was extremely quiet at night, and the brief light brought by the iron fan with flickering fire was like the god of death raising his scythe.

There are four LV100 demons, which normally require four or five players to conquer together, and there are also a large number of ordinary demons. Even with so many monsters surrounding the Horror Clown, they cannot be harmed at all.

"How could it be, how could there be such a big difference!" The evil player looked in disbelief at the terrifying clown who easily harvested the demons.

"The average profession is stronger than the evil profession. You only have one, but we have so many. Our gaming environment is worse than yours, much worse!"

The Horror Clown dropped the iron fan on the evil player's shoulder with a loud bang.

Before the moon completely disappeared from the sky, the demons had all turned into soul flames. The terrifying clown, who was facing away from the soul flames, had no makeup on his face, but his gentle smile looked extremely terrifying against the backdrop of the soul flames.

"We faced the evil head on, while you hid in the dark and bullied the weak. We are different."

"I, I'm going to give the movie a bad review!"

"random."

The Horror Clown waved his hand, and the head of the last evil player flew out.

“It’s not a movie I made anyway.”

Chapter 987 What kind of game is reality

Greenland was typing away on the virtual keyboard. The team battle she had been looking forward to was ruined. She felt particularly lonely wandering alone, so she started sending messages to harass her group members.

Unfortunately, everyone seemed to have encountered the enemy and no one answered.

"A truly strong person should chat while fighting!"

Greenland waved her fists twice at the void, and then they soon became weak again. Her finger poked at a dialog box.

It was from the Ripper. The content of their recent chats had been extremely businesslike. She started off by saying she was not feeling well, as if she was looking for an excuse to chat, and the Ripper would reply seriously, which made her feel a little embarrassed. She could only reply with an emoticon, and then there was no follow-up.

If the Ripper said jokingly, "Are you trying to get the expert number for free?", she would be so embarrassed that she would be fidgeting.

But the Ripper would have said that before, and she would have had the nerve to admit it.

At that time, they had not met offline yet, and their chats were more casual.

Greenland scrolled forward and read the conversation, a smile unconsciously forming on his face, as if he had returned to that time in the past.

"Reality...what kind of game is it?"

In the past, Greenland would bluntly call it a rubbish game because it was cool, but as she gets older, she would say it seriously.

It is a game that depends on the players. When you are happy, you will feel surprised even if you are hit by bird droppings and take photos as a souvenir. When you are in a bad mood, you will respond to the thoughtful concern of your family with a bad attitude.

Greenland missed the happy times, so that she wouldn't feel uneasy and impatient when looking at the chat content. She deleted and wrote some words again, but she couldn't send them out. Finally, she just sent an emoticon package.

Before she knew it, she pressed the send button, and an expression ended her private chat with the Ripper today.

While she was frantically trying to withdraw the emoticon, the Ripper had already replied.

[While sneaking, there is a sudden buzzing sound]

Greenland typed in a lot of text almost reflexively. It was a bunch of nonsense mixed with a lot of dirty jokes, but just as she was about to press send, the Ripper's face flashed before her eyes and her hand stopped.

Then she deleted the words with some fear.

But if she didn't say anything, it seemed like she was just harassing him, so she pretended to be concerned about the situation of other group members.

[I think Claire is a little dangerous. She seems to always be playing the supporting role in team battles.]

"Claire is the one you don't have to worry about the least. In some ways, she is a bit like a little angel." Greenland breathed a sigh of relief, and his tone became much more relaxed.

"Haven't you heard that those artists are somewhat mystical? Claire is that type. When she fights alone, she's basically like a puppet being manipulated, or an octopus or something. Her attacks are completely random and extremely difficult to deal with."

【Why is it difficult to deal with? 】

"Because when I first saw that thing, I thought I had run into a special monster. I chased it for a whole month before I realized it was a player."

"Isn't this the same treatment as mine?"

The Ripper had a smile on his face as he used the dagger in his hand to slash the neck of an evil player, splattering blood all over his face.

The special skills of the [Ripper] series can turn the blood splashed on your body into a special outfit and gain corresponding bonuses.

If underage players see it, they will probably see a bunch of mosaics.

The Ripper could see the cautiousness between the lines of Greenland's words. If possible, he hoped that Greenland could be more casual, but after meeting offline, Greenland has been like this.

To be honest… this was his fault, and hemorrhoid surgery wasn’t a good opportunity to meet anyway.

However, the chainsaw demon was extremely calm at that time, probably because the chainsaw demon was the one sitting next to watch the hemorrhoid surgery, while he was the one standing next to give instructions.

However, after recognizing each other, the Chainsaw Demon shamelessly asked him to do it himself, and cut off his own hair as well.

"Oh...what on earth was I thinking?"

The Ripper ripped open a demon's belly with a ripping sound. This level of bloody and violent scene was completely harmonized and directly turned into floating illusory blocks and dropped objects.

The evil player next to him was chattering something, but the Ripper didn't hear a word he said. He just threw the dagger in his hand into the evil player's forehead.

The Ripper reflected on his own behavior, but it was somewhat due to Greenland's own problems. As a host, Greenland never met with the No. 1 on the list.

But the Ripper was glad for this, because he felt a little bad when he thought about Greenland meeting his former No. 1.

"Is it better to do a head examination or a heart endoscopy?"

While the Ripper was daydreaming, he sent away all the evil players, and finally only one demon was left.

"Tell me, what does your base look like?"

"Ghost, only a ghost would..." The demon wanted to say something stubborn, but the Ripper's face, which sometimes smiled, sometimes frowned, and sometimes had no expression, was too scary.

"It's a shipwreck, a shipwreck under the cliff!"

"Thank you for your cooperation." The Ripper stabbed the demon with one more blow, completing the harvest. He then sent the message to the chat group.

Cliffs and shipwrecks, these two elements are extremely rare.

Greenland sent an emoticon of praise, and a smile broke out on the Ripper's face again, but it quickly sank again.

Greenland stopped chatting with him and the conversation was interrupted.

According to recent developments, until the next time Greenland finds a topic to discuss official business, this dialog box will not send out the vibrations that make him itch.

The Ripper poked at the dialog box. Greenland's mind was much simpler than he thought. He knew what Greenland was thinking, so he was in a dilemma and didn't know what to do.

"Wait until...next time there's a chance."

The Ripper sighed weakly and walked forward dejectedly.

At the same time, Mammon was packing his things carelessly. Although he had gotten everything he wanted, he was still a man of professional ethics.

We promised to give it to this group of players, so of course we have to give it to them.

After all, this game will be forced to shut down soon, so at least let these players see what he promised before that.

Click——

Mammon turned around and looked towards the source of the sound. It was the Bandit King.

The real name of the Bandit King is... he can't remember. He really has no interest in this game, and of course he is not good at remembering the names of NPCs.

"You haven't turned into a monster yet?" he asked as usual, and this time the Bandit King answered him.

"I won't turn into a monster."

Chapter 988 God

"Yeah?"

Before Mammon could comment on his opinion, there was a whistling sound and a huge shadow once again covered the shipwreck.

"Big red dragon? It actually found its way here. Looks like someone leaked its identity." Mammon looked at the big red dragon in the sky, and then he continued to do his own thing nonchalantly.

The Bandit King knew why Mammon was so calm. First, he didn't care whether the shipwreck would be taken away by Somado. Second, he had made a lot of serious preparations.

"Fuck!"

Greenland's eyes were about to pop out of his head. The cliff was found and the shipwreck was also found, but which cliff and which shipwreck were they?

This is a huge canyon, and on both sides of the canyon, shipwrecks are scattered like weeds. The whole canyon looks like a shipwreck ditch with no end in sight.

It is not enough to just find a location. Mammon spent two years making it look like there are strongholds everywhere. Otherwise, how could so many demons live here?

"Be serious, be meticulous, do it yourself, persevere, and never give up. Even if you do bad things, you still have some of these good qualities."

Mammon closed the door of the captain's room. He was not proud of his achievements, which was what he should do in his job.

He then walked to the mast and checked the time. It wouldn't be long before Greenland would be forced offline and become big news the next day. The shipwreck would also start at this moment and sail into the ocean of World F.

Then, his work will be successfully completed.

The bandit king appeared in Mammon's sight, staggering, holding a bomb in his only remaining right arm.

"Grenade? They brought this boring thing onto the ship again." Mammon frowned. There would always be loopholes in the plan. Although his work was almost completed, he also hoped to make it perfect.

"Are you planning to trigger the mechanism in advance to make the sunken ship move and appear in Greenland's sight?"

"Don't waste your time. You don't even know what you're fighting against. You can't even understand what kind of existence we are."

The bandit king turned silently and ran to the bow of the ship. Mammon did not move, but just shouted, and the demons on standby on the ship pounced on the bandit king.

The bandit king seemed to have been prepared. He shook his clothes and golden coins fell out from his sleeves and trouser legs.

The low-level bandits were immediately attracted by the gold coins, but the higher-level demons were not affected. They also looked forward to the sea kingdom promised by Mammon, and for their own interests, they obeyed Mammon's orders.

“Hahahaha—you know what? This is fake! It’s a world created by foreigners for foreigners to play with!”

The Bandit King laughed and shouted, and the demons all stood there in a daze. The [Truth of the World] washed over their consciousness like a torrent.

They will believe that people who work hard to live have no time to think about such lofty and noble things as the truth of the world, while people like bandits who look forward to chaos will always find reasons for their depravity.

The demons turned their heads one by one and looked at Mammon, and Mammon raised his eyes slightly, and finally left his original position and began to walk towards the laughing and running Bandit King.

Some demons used the "truth of the world" as a reason to resist and mustered up the courage, but some evil foreigners came back. They saw the demons who wanted to rebel, so they suppressed the demons with a lot of anger.

Some demons continued to pounce on the Bandit King, trying to stop him from talking.

"We are just toys made by humans. Even the gods of this world are just toys of foreigners!"

"They have countless worlds like this. When they get tired of our world, this world will end!"

"No matter how many gold coins you get, they are just toys for foreigners and will always be their entertainment!"

"We are not alive at all, we are just a bunch of numbers!"

The Bandit King ran for his life with tears in his eyes. The demons' sharp claws tore his body apart. That place was so far away, so far that he could not even reach it.

But he did not stop. As if by God's mercy, the chaos that broke out on the sinking ship allowed him to miraculously touch the designated position.

But that was all. The gap between him and the stranger was too big. The numerous obstacles that he had to risk his life to overcome were just a matter of taking two more steps for the stranger.

The bomb was taken away and he was knocked to the ground.

"You want to defeat me, stop my plan, and be a hero?" Mammon knelt on one knee in front of the ragged bandit king.

"I... don't have that ability."

"I know. Why not become a monster? If you become a monster, at least you'll be qualified."

"I... don't want to get worse, even a little bit, I think..." The Bandit King opened his mouth, but he couldn't say more, the blood foam almost suffocated him.

"I'm sorry, you have nothing..."

Boom——

The huge black shadow whizzed past again, and this time the shadow did not go away, but became bigger and bigger.

The Bandit King couldn't look back, but when he saw Mammon's serious expression, the terrified evil foreigners and the demons, he knew that hell was coming.

The commotion of the shipwreck was so conspicuous in the silent shipwreck trench, how could it be hidden from the seven-headed incarnation of hell.