Chapter 269 Hell Scroll

The stars beside the blood moon were arranged in a strange pattern, like fireflies, small but bright and visible. The figures appeared quietly under the moonlight and the stars above their heads. The world seemed unable to bear them, trembling and whimpering.

The calm sea in the southern area was rolling up huge waves, with the flash of lightning and thunder. The towering pillars carved with prayers pierced the sea surface. From a distance, it looked like a huge city made of stone pillars or an island. Each prayer was like a living venomous snake, surging with evil and ominous breath.

Countless huge tentacles rose from the sea surface, followed by a half-illusory octopus head that smashed the waves and came from the stone pillar. As He walked, a body with wings and covered with mucus like a mountain was revealed, and the chanting echoing in the world was even more magnificent.

In contrast, a star in the central area lit up with a strange black light, and an illusory figure in yellow appeared in the gorgeous theater, facing Him from a distance.

Mo Wei and others opened their mouths wide. Before they could recover from the horrifying scene in front of them, they heard someone behind them screaming uncontrollably. Behind the mountains in the East District stood a bald and steep black mountain range. The rolling mountains were like jagged fangs, revealing a face that could not be covered even by the fog, ancient, crazy and ugly.

The creeping rustling sound came from the west, and the barren and dead desert in the West District suddenly had the breath of life. A pair of green eyes opened quietly like the sun, and the lightning once again briefly tore through the fog, revealing the true face of the owner of these eyes to the players.

It was a giant snake like a mountain, with fine scales on its body reflecting the starlight in the sky, and under Him was a group of snakes like a torrent, pouring into Jingling City like a flood gate.

The heavy breathing sounded again, as if inhaling and exhaling, and the fog swept back and became much thinner. Looking in the direction of the fog, countless players collapsed on the ground with their limbs weak. It was a scene they had never seen in their lives.

On the black plains of the northern area, there was a mass of black fog that covered the sky and the sun, rolling and festering constantly, and when it gathered, it formed ugly body organs, mouthparts dripping with mucus, slimy tentacles, and twisted short legs like sheep's hooves.

Huh.

Along with the exhalation sound, the fog thickened again, and countless twisted and ugly figures that were difficult to describe with scarce language walked out of the black fog. They walked indifferently, bringing endless pain and despair.

The endless screams and wails in Jingling City constituted the most sad and desperate movement, becoming the best chords for the chanting of these old gods.

Although a light curtain was lit up in Jingling City to block the old gods from entering, their followers rushed in and attacked the players gathered together without hesitation.

"Run! Run back to the community!" I don't know which player came to his senses first, screamed, and instantly led many players who were still in a daze to scramble to run back to the original path. The originally messy team was even more chaotic at this time.

But it was easy to come, but it was not so easy to go back. Many players did not die at the hands of monsters, but died at the feet of players, because many players who joined in the fun had never played the horror dream, but were attracted by the reputation of the Silver Star Award winner and the large horror dream.

The psychological endurance was not that strong at all. Looking at the hell scroll in front of them, which seemed like a natural disaster and the end of the world, I couldn't muster any strength at all.

"Notify all the team leaders! Don't run! Don't panic! Lead these monsters to the Umbrella Corporation!" Mo Wei tried to regain her command, but the panicked players couldn't listen to her at all. Even the few who could hear her protested.

"Don't run? I'd be a fool not to run!"

Gu Yu

"I can't die! I have all the props and money with me. This is the result of several months of hard work!"

"Don't step on them! Fuck! Who the hell stepped on my descendants..."

"Isn't Qin the old thief too cruel? He's leaving no way for them to live!"

"Yametieku Competition!"

"Xiba! Fuck you..."

"HELP! HELP!" It is said that people's potential is endless in the face of death. This player shouted and found that no one paid attention to him. He actually learned it without a teacher. Another language, "Help! Help!"

......

"What should we do? We can't control the team at all!" A tall, thin man who looked malnourished pushed through the crowd and rushed to Mo Wei and said anxiously: "Should we retreat as well? It seems that Qin Laothie has been prepared."

Mo Wei had just met this man not long ago. He was Dong Han, the boss of Four Seasons Studio. The house auctioned in "Blood Moon" made him a lot of money after the launch of the large-scale dream, so he simply pulled the backbone of the entire studio to "The Old Days" to prepare for the opening of the wasteland and gold.

"We can't retreat now! Look at those monsters!" Yu Lu, who was standing next to him, had a broken halo on his body. This was a symbol of being protected by props after being attacked by evil spirits. Now not only monsters, but also evil spirits in Jingling City have taken advantage of the chaos to go out.

A few people looked back and found that most of the monsters were attracted by the players running back and chased them, because the players who fled on the original route accounted for the vast majority, and the target was naturally the largest.

"We were originally at the front of the team. If we run back now, we will fall behind and become the most hunted target. So why not distract the fleeing players? We command the teams that can still obey orders to continue attacking Qin Laozi. This way, even if we die, we can die with dignity."

"That makes sense. I'll send a message." Mo Wei directly sent a message to all players, asking all players who can still see the message to keep up with them.

Two hundred thousand players! Even if most of them were scared and fled in panic, only a small number of people could keep their sanity, but the number of this part was not small, and those who still wanted to move closer to the Umbrella Company in this situation probably had some kind of deep hatred for Qin Laozi in their hearts.

More and more players gathered together, and in a short time, they gathered into a team of thousands of people. They didn't dare to look back when they heard the screams and chewing sounds behind them, fearing that the scene of broken limbs and arms flying behind them would directly make them collapse.

Fortunately, most of the monsters were attracted by the withdrawing player team, and they were only attacked by sporadic monsters, so they were not powerless to fight back.

After stumbling all the way, they finally arrived at the door of the Umbrella Corporation. The surviving players looked at the small house exposed on the ground with hatred. Even if they died today, they would drag the old thief Qin into hell with them.