Sean stuffed an ordinary magazine into the magazine, loaded it, and looked around calmly.
The Seekers were the first to break free from the Crimson Terror. Although he had suppressed the panic that struck his mind, he was still affected by the aftertaste of fear and dared not approach Sean again.
It's safe for now.
There were only twenty seconds left in the game, but they were still in third place.
Should I hunt for the top spot on the leaderboard?
Sean frowned and thought for a while.
In order to be a winner, you really should exhaust all means.
However, Sean didn't want to push his boundaries in a ridiculous game.
It is one thing to have to kill someone who is controlled by evil in order to protect others...
But to win a game and kill fellow travelers or even explorers with a gun?
Even if the game ends, everyone will remain silent about what happened, and the Questor Tribunal will have no way of pursuing its own crimes...
He couldn't do that either.
"Then, ensure your survival and participate in other games..."
There is still time, there is still opportunity.
Sean, who had decided to wait until the game was over, suddenly noticed a burning sensation in the ectoplasm behind his back.
The adrenaline that was fading surged again, and a strange mask flashed before Sean's eyes.
Without hesitation, he used his ectoplasm to draw out the holy pattern dagger, turned around and stabbed towards the back.
Olivia, who had always protected Sean, showed rare surprise. She watched as a yellow blade that could cut through ectoplasm broke through Sean's protective layer and pierced his upper abdomen.
If it weren't for Sean's far superior reflexes, the knife would have penetrated his heart from behind.
Burnt yellow skeletons engraved with strange symbols floated in the air.
The anxious, nervous chanting sounds seemed to be absent.
Through the sacred pattern dagger that was also pierced into the opponent's body, Sean poured the rusty and vicious power into it, destroying the opponent's structure from the inside.
The mist of elixir has also wrapped up Sean's wounds.
The power of the vicious attribute will pollute the sacred attribute of the dagger, and the elixir mist running at full power will also quickly consume Sean's spiritual power...
However, he no longer cares about that much.
The "Agent of the Undead" wanted to pull out the short knife, but found that the rapidly healing wound and the tightened muscles were like a pair of fists holding the blade with pain.
He staggered back two steps, causing the holy pattern dagger to be drawn out. While blood spurted out from under his collarbone, rusty spiritual power still surged out from the dagger in Sean's hand...
Just a flash of lightning can make the difference between life and death.
The skull mask raised his hand, and Sean could clearly see the power exuding the aura of death condensing in his palm.
And Olivia was already moving.
Under the mask, the agent's eyes flashed, and he seemed to have made other decisions.
He endured the severe pain and dodged Olivia's attack.
In an instant, Sean saw that the deep characters on the old skull mask were receding and disappearing.
As if to counteract his sin and pain, all the characters on the mask of the agent disappeared.
Then, the outline of a faint blue skeleton appeared on the mask, suddenly rose from the ground, and disappeared like mist in the night sky.
His skinny body was like a puppet whose strings had been cut off and fell loosely to the ground.
He couldn't explain why, but Sean could understand the meaning of the scene just now.
This strange opponent chose to pay a huge price - most of his strength broke away from this body and mask, preserving the freedom of his soul...
"Damn it... I risked my life just because I had a way out." The pain made Sean a little angry.
A siren sounded from the neon-lit wooden house.
Game over.
Using ectoplasm as a temporary surgical instrument, he pulled out the short knife that had lost its strange yellow color from the body and at the same time blocked the blood that was about to burst.
If it was only the power of the elixir mist that caused such a heavy blow, Sean would not be able to survive this disaster.
"Fortunately, he has the power of 'immortality'..." His vitality is much stronger than that of ordinary people.
After taking a deep sniff of the smelling salt, Sean used the divine feathers of the Black Forest Sheep to drive the rapidly proliferating black cells to repair the somewhat horrific wounds...
Soon, the bleeding stopped.
Also repaired were the liver, lungs and smoothly chopped ribs.
Those microscopic monsters belonging to an ancient god who controls the secrets of life reversed Sean's injuries with repair techniques that did not exist in this time and space.
Even the blood that broke out and overflowed in the organs was recycled and used as repair materials.
"Immortal and the Sheep of Hessian..." The pain stopped and the cold sweat stopped flowing, "Unless there are multiple fatal injuries or a huge explosion...
"It's not easy to kill me."
His body was still a little weak, so Sean tried to walk behind Olivia and not face other people directly.
What Sean didn't care about at all was that the shiny ranking list in the sky showed that he was the final winner because he absorbed the second-placed prey.
The night fog dissipated, and a huge, illusory bell appeared in the sky that had become clear.
It was shaken violently, emitting a vast chime to celebrate the birth of a new winner...
clang! clang! clang! …
clang! clang! clang!
The slightly distant bell interrupted Moonlight's meditation.
At this moment, he was standing backstage on a temporary stage, looking out from behind the curtain.
He found that the bell seemed to be coming from the "duck shooting" place.
"The program Sean was in has ended...
"I wonder if he's the winner?"
Moonlight's gaze returned to the stage.
The performer at the moment was wearing a funny hat and playing the violin somewhat crazily.
His piano skills were really unflattering, and Yueguang felt that his ears were suffering a lot.
The pianist waiting backstage smiled wryly and mocked himself: "Instead of worrying about Sean, it's better to worry about your own situation first..."
Now he is at the Open House Music Festival, with nearly a thousand listeners gathered in the audience.
Performing on the stage of the music festival is the "game project" that Moonlight participates in——
Whoever gets the highest voice from the audience is the winner.
However, if the performance fails, the punishment will be extremely shocking.
On the stage, the slightly crazy violinist did not notice at all that his inferior and chaotic performance had angered the audience, and the audience was booing.
They started muttering indignantly, and some even shouted for him to get off the stage.
However, this red-faced man was completely immersed in his performance and seemed not to be aware of the audience's reaction at all.
His cheeks were red: he had obviously drank too much wort.
The violinist has completely lost his sense of shame and morality, and is immersed in his own world and keeps playing.
Under the stage, there was the sound of bellows beating.
The violinist was severely punished for failing to please his audience.
Wisps of flames shot out from the gaps in the floor, as if the red deep folk were sticking out their tongues and licking the soles of the performers' shoes.
The violinist was like a pile of dry grass, and the flames quickly ignited his body...
The strange thing is that, perhaps due to excessive consumption of wort drinks, he was completely on fire and didn't even know it.
At this moment, the scene that emerged on the stage caused the audience to start cheering again——
A man covered in flames, with thick smoke billowing from his body. However, he had no idea that his life was being burned rapidly. He was still playing the violin devotedly, and his old leather shoes were still beating time.
Under the stage, the audience finally became enthusiastic again, shouting and jumping loudly, applauding the performer who roared towards hell...
Soon, the flames burned through his skin, dried out his muscles, and even turned his face into a skull in flames.
The skeleton finally stopped playing and took a final bow with his hands open. There was no cheek to cover his teeth. He seemed to be grinning - the violin and bow in his hands were also burned to the point of being burned.
Then, he staggered a few steps and fell to the ground, turning into a bonfire on the stage.
