I Am the God of Games

"Damn, how dare he dare to that little villain!"

Pompeid returned to his room angrily, but at the moment he stepped into the room, he couldn't help shuddering.

It's not because of the cold. Although the fireplace in the room is not lit, the noble fur on his body is not only good-looking, let alone inside the castle that is not too cold. arrive.

What made him shudder uncontrollably was the cold and evil energy that permeated the room.

Then he noticed that in the depths of the room, a man wearing a black trench coat and a hood covering most of his face was sitting comfortably in his reclining chair.

"Who is it!" Pompeder calmly held his saber and asked in a deep voice.

The next moment, green flames burst into flames in the fireplace, and the cheerful flames even spread out of the fireplace, licking the surrounding wall tiles.

The pale green light suddenly filled the entire room, and there was a faint smell of sulfur.

The door closed on its own without wind, and locked automatically with a click, making Pompeid even more nervous.

"Long time no see, the eldest young master of the Fate family." Until this time, the other party slowly got up, and gave Pompeid a slight salute with a non-standard, even casual gesture: "You seem to have met someone recently. A little trouble."

The familiar hoarse voice made Pompeid sink his face involuntarily. It was the guy from the Secret Eye Society who had been in contact with him all the time: "It's you? How did you get into the castle!"

"It doesn't matter." The other party hissed, and at the same time slowly approached Pompeid: "Don't you want some 'little things' that can solve your current predicament?"

"small thing……"

Pompeii's expression was a little shaken.

The other party took out a small bottle from his windbreaker while the iron was still hot. The bottle was a glazed glass bottle of poor quality, and it contained a honey-like viscous liquid: "This is it."

At the same time, Pompeii also noticed that the other party was wearing thick leather gloves.

Windbreaker, hood, gloves, and the looming leather jacket and trousers, this guy literally wrapped all his skin tightly.

"what is this?"

Pompeder asked cautiously.

"Good stuff." The other party didn't directly answer Pompede's question, but slyly changed the concept: "It can give you power that ordinary people can't get in a lifetime, just pour it into your mouth and drink it with a thud, then Even the bishops of ordinary churches will not be your match."

The hoarse voice seemed to contain magic, and Pompeid's hand involuntarily took the small bottle.

"Yes, that's it. If you accept this, you will be able to take everything you have!" The other party hissed with satisfaction.

But Pompeid was not so firm in his will, and he was still resisting the last.

"Then what's the price? What's the price!"

"There is only one price." The other party's eyes met Pompeid's: "Become our kind."

Pompeii fell into a cave of ice.

He had long suspected that the other party was not a human being, but it was only now that he was completely sure of this - it was a pair of amber pupils with black vertical slits like reptiles in the middle, without the slightest emotion or temperature.

--demon.

For some reason, Pompeder remembered a character that only appeared in the bedtime stories his father read to him as a child.

That is absolute evil, and a character with great power.

Even the protagonist in the story is often unable to kill the demon, and can only choose to exile it.

Or follow the method left behind many years ago and re-seal it.

"No, I refuse!"

After a long while, he seemed to have been electrocuted, and wanted to return the bottle of hot potion to the other party.

"Don't be afraid. After working together for so long, you should also be very clear that we will not force you to make this choice." "You can keep the potion first and think about it."

After he finished speaking, his body turned into black dust and dissipated in the air of the room, leaving only a silver mirror on the reclining chair.

Then even the fire in the fireplace turned back to its normal orange-red.

Pompeder looked at the potion in his hand and paced to the fireplace with a complicated expression, as if he was considering whether to throw the potion into the fire and burn it.

At this moment, there was a knock on his door.

"Who is it!" Pompeder subconsciously put the potion back in his pocket and asked loudly.

"Young master is me, your personal guard captain." The person outside replied.

At the same time, Pompeid had already opened the door, and when he saw the captain of the guard with a smiling face, he felt upset for no reason: "What happened?"

"We found two prisoners who infiltrated the sub-castle."

"Discovered?" Pompeid frowned, sensing that there was something in the other party's words: "Didn't you catch it?"

"Well, they were trapped in the small concert hall by us. The other guards are arresting them. There should be results soon." The captain of the guards answered honestly.

"A small concert hall?"

Pompeid swaggered towards the room, and the captain of the guard quickly followed.

As a result, before they entered the room, they heard a loud voice shouting something, "Even if someone sneaks in and is discovered, they will never give up the infiltration mission! Look at Xibei, this is my infiltration method! [Heroic Chengren]!"

Then, when Pompeid and the captain of the guards came to the small concert hall, they saw a fat man with blood all over his body laughing wildly, chasing and slashing the guards who were running away. There was a skinny man beside him who was crying and crying. With 'Big Brother Teshurop! ’, while still making up for the man who was cut down by the fat man.

They naturally don't know that heroic success is one of the core skills in the early stage of the sword master's [War Madness] route. Simply put, it is constantly self-exploding blood. At the same time, the lower the blood volume, the stronger the buff on their own body, and the skill lasts. The longer the time, the faster the blood burst will be, and even if there is a nurse in the back, the blood line will not be able to be pulled.

Just looking at this scene, Pompeid twitched his mouth and asked the captain of the guards soul: "Why do you tell me this is called sneaking? They are almost knocking all my guards down! Why are you just watching, Do you want to betray me! Why don't you hurry down and stop them! Otherwise, that fat man will fight ten!"

The captain of the guard who was scolded by a bloody head hurriedly went to help. His martial skills are very good, and he can be regarded as a chief knight in other small noble families, so he was not beheaded by the violent Teshurop. Under the horse, although he was sprayed with blood by the other party, in the end, the other party was killed by power consumption.

The rest of Xibei was naturally unable to support him alone. Under the beating of the guards, he tried his best to kill the two guards and shouted "Enough is enough" and was hacked to death by random knives.

Looking at the tragic scene in front of him, Pompeid turned pale with anger.

However, he did not know that at the same time that most of the sub-castle's garrison force was turned to deal with the two invaders, a mage had taken the opportunity to sneak into his room and stole some letters...