The sonorous voice of steel sounded, and beside the existence above the gray fog, stood a man of indistinguishable age, with a beard covering his face and wearing a heavy armor.
The young man's eyes were like stars, he was holding a flaming sword in his hand, and his braided head was engraved with layers of overlapping tattoos.
Desolate and majestic.
This is the defender Chen Mo imagined for himself. A fool must still have the character of a fool.
Chen Mo would be embarrassed to say that he was a fool unless someone came over.
"Who are you?" At this moment, the tattooed bald man was obviously a little unsure of Chen Mo's identity.
He is one of those players who is very biased.
He has high blood and defense, and his attributes are all about strength. He is extremely durable. This is why Chen Mo didn't get any benefit from using [Overlord Marksmanship] to fight the opponent head-on.
Chen Mo leaned back, snapped his fingers in a pretentious manner, and replied in a relaxed tone:
"I'm not a god, I'm just a fool traveling through time and space."
Chen Mo snapped his fingers, "Exile."
The next moment, the gray fog disappeared, and the life of the tattooed bald man was quietly taken away by Chen Mo.
After Chen Mo finished killing the person, he turned his attention to the woman.
Tonight is short, but Chen Mo still has many people to kill. As long as the mission is not over, his killing will not end. The body cannot be obtained by people from the [Charity Society], otherwise his whereabouts and identity may be exposed at any time, and his family May also be implicated.
During this killing, Chen Mo suddenly remembered the fairy tale he had read before.
Cinderella is helped by the witch. She is no longer the poor Cinderella. She gets beautiful clothes and glass slippers.
The mouse turned into a coachman, the pumpkin turned into a carriage, and the ugly duckling-like girl turned into a beautiful white swan.
Unfortunately, all this is temporary, and by midnight, everything will disappear again.
Chen Mo felt that he looked very much like Cinderella now, but tonight's massacre had just begun.
He has put on the [Blood Armor] and activated the [Tiger Dragon Spiritual Flow], just waiting to kill all the evil people in the morgue.
This is a fairy tale called Killing.
...
The overwhelming rain beat on the bell tower of the chapel, and the bell rang in the wind.
With a creak, the wooden door that was about to expire was pushed open. A man in black was holding a black umbrella.
The desk lamp emits an orange halo, which is not too bright and brings a hazy dimness.
On the high-backed chair next to the table, there sat a figure in a black robe. He lay back lazily, his body bathed in orange light, and his face hidden in the darkness. His expression could not be seen clearly, and it seemed that the face itself was No expression.
"Octopus head, why do you like to live in a place like this? The boss has found so many sensual places for you, but you don't want to go, so you just like to stay here?"
"Professor, don't you like the sound of the bells? It sounds like a funeral."
The professor, who looked a little embarrassed, didn't like this colleague who was transferred from other places.
"Listen to it every day. When you are actually put into the coffin, listening to the bells outside in the coffin, you will mistakenly think that you are lying on the bed at home, hahahaha."
"You are so happy after the mission failed. Are you really not afraid that Lord King will blame you?" Octopus Head grabbed a glass of pure malt whiskey, then picked up a suspicious-looking glass, poured half of the glass and drank it. Go down.
"I can't help it. Something went wrong. I don't know why this operation was leaked, but theoretically it shouldn't be." The professor frowned tightly.
The octopus head didn't speak. He just huddled on the sofa and drank. The two of them didn't speak for a long time. This was really a sloppy attic. The sunny side was completely covered with glass windows and covered with huge posters of low-cut girls. The octopus head was becoming The player used to be a complete otaku, the kind who could spend the rest of his life with a paper figurine wife.
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"The waters in Luo City are very deep. There are also two or five young people among our evil players."
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[Name: Scarlet Cloak]
[Type: Armor]
[Grade: b]
[Introduction: A cloak full of blood. 】
[Special Effect 1: This equipment can be fed back to the host by bathing in blood, and this equipment can be upgraded by bathing in blood.
[Special Effect 2:: Consume 10% of your maximum health to build an energy shield equivalent to 50% of your maximum health. The shield inherits the user's various physical qualities. 】
[Note: Please don’t mind the smell of blood on the cloak. 】
Chen Mo watched the woman put on a dark red windbreaker, and her aura suddenly became sharp.
A thin stream of blood mist emerged from her windbreaker, and the blood mist poured into her body. Her body, which was a little tired from fighting the three-headed mechanical hyenas, suddenly returned to its peak.
Immediately afterwards, she held her left hand in the void, took out an oversized machine gun, and shot Chen Mo without saying a word.
