Lucky billion players, you've never seen one before / I can accumulate my own luck

On the other side, Fan Xiao withdrew his gaze.

Yan Keke was still counting: "5, 4, 3... 0."

She beamed with joy and said, "Brother Fan, we've lured them all out. Now we can attack everyone except the three I just mentioned."

"Great, there's strength in numbers..."

Fan Xiao patted Yan Keke's hair and smiled, "Let everyone else come back. It's not appropriate for you to get involved in what's going to happen next."

"I've added two new dungeon instances in the north, Hell and Ice Kingdom. You can go check them out."

“Okay,” Yan Keke said obediently, “Then we won’t bother Brother Fan.”

She knew what Fan Xiao was going to do next, and she also knew that Fan Xiao didn't want them to get involved, so she behaved very obediently.

Yan Keke waved to Fan Xiao, then left through the inner mental space.

"Ten seconds left."

Fan Xiao reactivated the "Dustless Shield" and laughed wildly, "Qiqi, can you keep up with my speed?"

"Hmph, arrogant Fan Xiao."

The little angel spun the giant scythe around and hoisted it onto her small shoulder, her smile slightly distorted as she said, "Hurry up, hurry up."

With a bang, under the immense repulsive force, Fan Xiao instantly accelerated to the speed of sound and rushed out.

He quickly caught up with the fleeing crowd and weaved through them.

Puff, puff...

The sounds of flesh tearing apart echoed incessantly, like a death symphony being played.

People kept turning into pieces.

People's heads and chests were being forced open.

"Hehe...kill...kill...kill..."

To the excited voice of the little angel, blood, brain matter, intestinal fluid, bits of flesh, ruptured internal organs, severed intestines... all sorts of bloody things flew everywhere, and a stench filled the air.

The fairytale town, once a paradise, has been tainted by bloodshed and turned into a horrific slaughterhouse.

Throughout this process, Fan Xiao disregarded mental exhaustion and kept "Lost Kingdom" running, hindering other players' counterattacks.

Although he is shrouded in illusion and invisible, he still needs to be wary of some items that actively track and attack in an area.

Making other players forget about the "attack" is undoubtedly the best approach.

There's no need to forget for long, because his deadly attack can be completed in an instant.

"what happened……"

"what happened……"

"Where is the monster...!?"

Not far away, a tall, thin male player wearing a tuxedo had already run out of the fountain square and was fleeing towards the distant forest.

As he ran, he couldn't control his emotions and let out a terrified growl.

He seemed to be on the verge of madness.

Just now, he glanced back, and then...

He saw hell.

My old drinking buddies are now either reduced to pieces, their chests burst and their heads explode, or they've been torn into several pieces, like children treating insects they've caught.

Whether they were gamers or ordinary people, everyone faced the same destruction.

The enemy...cannot be seen!

The attack... is invisible!

All that could be seen was the ever-spreading bloodshed and death.

What level of dungeon is this?

Why is it so terrifying?

The environment looks so beautiful... what kind of monster is hiding here?!

Boom—The male player in the tuxedo suddenly felt the air in front of him vibrate, and a loud explosion occurred.

His keen senses detected a terrifying killing intent descending upon him, sending a chill down his spine and making his teeth chatter.

He instinctively stopped in his tracks, not daring to make any further movement.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! Whoever you are, I'm willing to hand over all my items and potions, please don't kill me!"

The male player in the tuxedo called out tentatively.

He didn't have much hope.

In his view, a being capable of so many people being brutally dismembered in one go must be a bloodthirsty monster, so how could it possibly communicate with him normally?

However, to his surprise and delight, a response came through: "It ended exactly 10 seconds after you came, hey... you're lucky, I accept your pleas for mercy."

A tall figure appeared before him.

He wasn't some bloodthirsty monster, but a young man who could communicate normally.

The young man was none other than Fan Xiao. Fan Xiao said, "Take out all the props and potions, throw them on the ground, and I'll let you go."

"You have to promise you won't kill me!" the male player in the tuxedo tried to negotiate. "Okay, let me... uh! Stop... stop..."

The next second, fierce flames rose up, engulfing the entire surrounding area.

This is the illusionary flame created by Fan Xiao.

However, for male players in tuxedos, this was an incredibly real and intense flame.

He felt an indescribable heat; his skin was instantly scorched, and he felt a knife-like pain all over his body.

The protective gear he deployed proved useless; instead, it acted like a sealed furnace, putting him in an even worse situation.

He couldn't resist putting away his protective gear.

*Thud*—The next second, his neck was pierced by a sharp blade.

"Uh……"

The male player in the tuxedo coughed up blood, stiffly turned his head, and looked to the side.

There was nothing around him; he didn't even see the sharp blade that had pierced his neck.

Everything is invisible.

He glanced ahead again, and Fan Xiao was still standing there, never having moved.

Whoosh—he felt the sharp blade piercing his neck begin to spin, severing his head from his neck in an instant.

He remained in a state of confusion until his death.

Where exactly is the enemy...?

With a thud, the headless corpse fell to the ground.

Ahead, Fan Xiao's figure vanished, as if he had never existed.

Beside the headless corpse, the real Fan Xiao appeared.

He held a severed head in his hand, looked at it for a few moments, and then a blood-red flame suddenly appeared in his hand, burning the head to ashes.

"I was really planning to let you live for a while, but you're being ungrateful."

Fan Xiao curled his lip.

Now that Fan Qiqi has left, the thought of pausing the killing has crossed his mind.

It wasn't that I was being soft-hearted, but rather that I was considering my own interests.

He wanted to wait six hours until "Angel of Death" cooled down before making his move.

The difference between him killing people and the little angel killing people is huge.

With the power derived from the original sin of "gluttony," the little angel can devour the spiritual essence of the person he kills and then feed it back to him.

The male player in the tuxedo is likely a C-level player.

It's a bit of a waste that a C-level player died at his hands.

Fan Xiaochao looked into the distance. The ten-second killing time was too short. Of the group of people who had gathered in the fountain square, three or four survivors had escaped into the forest.

He didn't give chase, but instead concealed himself again and flew towards the Ice and Snow Kingdom.

When he arrived at the border of the kingdom, he saw the little girls gathered together.

Fan Xiao landed, and Yan Keke sensed him and immediately approached.

"Brother Fan, are you done with your work?" Yan Keke asked.

"Not yet, we'll get to the rest in six hours." Fan Xiao asked, "What are you all doing here? Is this hell? Don't you like it?"

"Um..." Yan Keke said a little shyly, "We...we're not too brave to go there."

"The people there are so ugly."

"The guard dog has such sharp teeth, it looks like it might bite."

"It's pitch black everywhere, and there are ghosts everywhere. I'm scared..."

The little girls started complaining, one after another.

Fan Xiao said helplessly, "It's just a large haunted house, don't be scared..."

"But being scared is being scared."

"That's it."

"Brother Fan, will you come with us?"

"Brother Fan, can you carry me there?"

"Then I want a hug."

Upon hearing this, Fan Xiao thought for a moment and said, "Since none of you dare to go, I'll take you there when I have time. For now, you should go and greet the Ice Queen."

"somebody is coming!"

Suddenly, Yan Keke spoke up, reminding everyone, "Everyone, let's go back first."

Upon hearing the warning, the little girls did not resist and entered their mental space.

A second later, only Yan Keke and Fan Xiao remained in the same spot.

Fan Xiao turned around and looked behind him. A moment later, the Saintess and Sakura appeared in his field of vision.

The saint walked slowly, leaving tiny footprints in the snow.

Upon getting closer, she first glanced at Fan Xiao, then at Yan Keke who was invisible, and smiled lightly, "Actually, when I first met this girl, I had a feeling that she might be a dungeon creature. It seems my intuition was quite accurate. Hmm... If the person I marry in the future is a womanizer, they'll probably have a very hard time."

"You know me too well; you can't explain it with guesses or speculations."

Fan Xiao narrowed his eyes, sending out a slightly dangerous signal: "I suspect you have special intelligence-gathering methods. Would you mind telling me, Holy Maiden?"

"They've stopped calling me Miss Qiu; it seems they're really wary of me."

The saintess smiled and said, "It's alright, I'll tell you everything you want to know."

"Besides, my purpose in coming here is to cooperate with you, so you don't need to be so wary of me."

"Cooperation?" Fan Xiao: "What kind of cooperation do you want?"

"You just fought Allen, right? How was it? Was he tough to deal with?"

Before Fan Xiao could answer, the Holy Maiden continued, "He should have joined up with the players from Star Memory City by now, and there is also a B-level player in the powerful faction of Division 001."

"Or rather, he was a former B-level player, and now he is the conductor of a time-space train. He is no longer bound by dungeons. Although his combat power has been weakened, he can still be regarded as a B-level player."

"These five B-level players working together, and now that they're wary of you, they're not so easy to deal with."

After a pause, she suggested, "If we cooperate and take advantage of the unique nature of this instance, we can be almost certain of victory in this battle... or rather, this war."

Chapter 274 Watching Oneself in Indescribable Scenes