Chapter 157 The Protagonist of the Attack (9)

The Kingdom of the Dead, the unbounded realm.

There is not a single grain of yellow sand in the endless desert. As far as the eye can see, it is all gray and white.

After the bones of the deceased were crushed and ashes were thrown away, the last trace of powder was left to form this desolate white sand.

There is no distinction between day and night here, the sky is always gray, and a black fireball hangs high in the sky, lighting up the world with "black light". The "black moon" is the symbol of the Youwang of the Abyss. The land illuminated by the black light is his territory; the spirits frightened by the black light are all his people.

It was that day, the wild sand was falling, a strange and evil song was echoing, and a swirling sandstorm was raised. Amidst the howling, a circular space crack suddenly appeared out of thin air, and a shadow rushed towards it.

K3-Hematie's body fell to the ground, like a multi-ton cannonball hitting the desert, causing a loud noise and sending up turbulent waves of sand in all directions. A huge killing intent spread over the sandy plain.

"Come out." K3 sneered: "Even if you regret letting me come here now, it's already too late."

For K3, the thing that can limit his strength is the difficulty of the script itself. Wailu thought that he would have an advantage in this world, but this was obviously a miscalculation. Perhaps his strength here can exceed the upper limit of the fourth-level derivatives, but in this dimension with higher combat power, the third-level derivatives, like him, also have room for improvement.

The blood clouds are surging, and the black moon loses its color. The evil singing in the wind suddenly stopped. At this moment, a black smoke rushed down from the mid-air. Wailu seemed to be a smoke of nothingness, and gradually condensed into a body from the gaseous state.

His physical form is the image of a purple-faced old man, with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, a curly beard and tiger temples, a white beard reaching to his chest, and a black robe. If the same image was full of righteousness, it would not be an exaggeration to call it an immortal. However, Wailu's body exudes an extremely terrifying and gloomy evil spirit. Just looking at him will make you shudder.

The evil wind whispers in silence, and the wandering soul is in a state of change.

The surroundings became extremely quiet in an instant, as if everything was waiting and paying attention to...Wailu's next move.

"I have seen and heard... your arrogance." Wailu said: "I also feel it, you are indeed strong. But these... will not shake my will to fight."

"As a watchdog." K3's attitude is still very calm. Even though his right arm can only exert 50% of its strength now, he has absolute confidence that he can win: "You are not bad."

As a derivative, and a third-level derivative at that, he is definitely more aware of some of the order and rules in the Thriller Paradise than these script bosses, and his analysis of combat effectiveness is obviously more objective and specific.

For comparison, Vailu's strength in the Kingdom of the Dead is much stronger than the Ford that Feng Bujue encountered on Hunter Island, but it is still inferior to high-ranking monsters like Samodil. Some.

If we go to the world on the other side of Cherry Fruit Town, Vailu will be weakened and restricted. If there is a real fight, two GMs with full status have a high chance of killing him.

As for the strength of K3-Red Iron, at the Cherry Fruit Town end, it is almost the same as the combined combat power of the two GMs, or even slightly stronger. In the world of the Kingdom of the Dead, the restrictions on his data were also reduced accordingly, so after everyone's upper limit was raised, he was still stronger than Vailu.

"Anyone who wants to destroy my soul-grabbing array...kill him!" Wailu shouted, his figure suddenly fell into a trance, turned into an afterimage, and in the blink of an eye he was in front of K3.

The war started, and the murderous intent suddenly increased.

Wailu pressed for the kill first, trying to seize the opportunity. K3 stepped on the bone sand and turned around with his arms. His position almost did not move, he just lightly pushed the opponent's ghost claw to the side, and then bullied his body. That's right, Waylu's attack was easily defused in this way.

Of course, this move was just a test by Vailu. Facing a strong enemy, he did not dare to use any killing moves when he did not know the depth, lest his flaws would be exposed and he would be defeated in one breath.

Turning around, he shouted in a deep voice, and a black mist gathered behind Wailu. The arrogant murderous aura, accompanied by the surging waves of evil, turned into a tangible force and pounced on K3's back.

"Is this a test of long-range attacks?" K3 turned around nonchalantly, "This bluffing move may be a bit of a deterrent to players..." He raised his right arm flatly, opened his palm, and a red light shone on his arm. bloom on.

Facing the fierce black wave, he faced it with more vigorous red power, and used strength to resist the strength. The two forces collided, and a clear sound like a bell came from the desert.

The sound waves disappeared, and the color of the situation changed. When the white dust dispersed, the two shadows stood facing each other for a day. Both sides were uninjured and their breaths were not disturbed. It seems that just using this level of probing attacks to fight each other, the two of them can fight for three days and three nights like the battles between masters described in martial arts novels, and finally end with a certain person retreating due to urgency.

"Sad temporary data, even if you don't die here, will disappear at the end of the script." K3 sighed in a pitiful tone: "In countless scripts, the system can create countless versions of you. You will be Countless players kill, or kill them...but both are equally meaningless, for you, death is the end, for them, it is just return."

"I don't know what you are talking about..." Wailu continued.

"It's really hard for you to understand, and the saddest part is that even if you understand it, you can't change anything." K3 said: "Only data that is high enough to have 'uniqueness' can 'live' longer. Although they cannot escape the fate of disappearing, at least they have a longer lasting memory. In this dimension, their final 'death' will also be an epic."

K3 sighed: "And you... don't waste my time anymore, be calm, disappear for me quickly, and let the system meet the conditions for teleporting players." A sharp killing intention burst out in K3's eyes: "I am so far away The second level is only one step away, and there is no room for any mistakes. I will never let temporary data like yours create any changes!"

........."Those are...men?" Brave Invincible asked in a lowered voice. He followed Copernicus' line of sight and saw a small group of men slowly approaching in the woods ahead.

"It must be an illusion..." Copernicus replied.

"Oh...it's an illusion, not a monster." Feng Bujue thought to himself. He really wanted to complain about this administrator more and more. He hadn't even gotten close to the house yet. Generally speaking, he would think it was a monster. , your first reaction is to tell us that the other party is not an entity.

"Should we hide?" Ye Zhi was still thinking according to the normal train of thought and put forward some more reliable suggestions. As she spoke, she cleverly blocked the light at the front of her flashlight.

"Hey, do you want to hide?" Feng Bujue turned around and asked Galileo directly in a rather impatient tone.

"Uh...I think...it's not necessary." Galileo replied dully. Before he could understand why Feng Bujue would suddenly ask himself such a question, he instinctively gave the answer.

"Okay, let's see what tricks this illusion can play with." Feng Bujue put one hand in his pocket and held up a flashlight in the other, looking forward boredly.

Ye Zhi looked around with strange eyes, scanning the faces of Feng Bujue, Copernicus, and Galileo one by one. She found it strange that these teammates all looked unreliable, but they always acted abnormally and did the right thing, as if they had read some strategies beforehand.

Not long after, the small group came closer. They walked very slowly and in a strange way, like children playing with pulling a train, one after another.

The guy walking at the front had his head lowered to his chest, but his hands were stretched straight forward like a zombie. He staggered forward with the person behind him. The second person in line put his hands on the first person's shoulders, and his head was also very low, buried deeply between the two arms. The third person put his hands on the second person's shoulders. , and so on, this small team has a total of six.

When they are quite close, the players can use the lighting equipment in their hands to see clearly the clothes of the team members. The clothes and gender of these six lowered figures are the same as those of the six players. Corresponding to each other, exactly.

Feng Bujue smiled and said: "Ha... Needless to say, the last one must have a line, and the content is probably like 'Follow me'..."

The team just passed by the players quietly, as if they were just passing by to catch up. I don't know whether it was a coincidence or an accident, but the one walking at the end was wearing the same long purple suit as Feng Bujue. When people passed by, he raised his head and turned around, revealing a pale, With an incomparably sad face, he rolled his eyes and said in a voice that made his skin crawl: "Follow me..."

"Look, what I said is right." Feng Bujue shrugged.

His unusually relaxed attitude has greatly infected the people around him, just like when you are watching a horror movie, someone has spoiled the next scary scene in advance. After being mentally prepared, a plot setting that was originally very permeable had no frightening effect at all, and everyone's fright value did not fluctuate at all.

"This kind of trick... was played in Hong Kong ghost movies in the 1990s." Feng Bujue said: "I have watched countless similar plots." He watched the team of hallucinations gradually move away and walked into In the dark forest, he still complained relentlessly: "If you really want to make me feel unhappy, why not string six people together like a centipede, and then let them crawl over, and then the person at the front of the team says something..."

"Stop talking!" Ye Zhi quickly interrupted: "Aside from putting forward constructive suggestions, can I ask you to stop talking?" As a girl, her sanity has been constantly improving after seeing Feng Bujue. In other words, compared to the game, the mental pollution caused by Feng Bujue's words and deeds is more terrifying, because it may extend to real life.

"Seeing hallucinations means that we have entered the area where the magic circle is located." After all, Copernicus brought the topic back to the customs clearance process in a serious manner.

"You remove the word 'ba'." Feng Bujue smiled: "Just lead the way."