I Became a God in a Horror Game

Nishen and the other team members pressed the spades to the side of the game pool. Although the group of people walked in a loose and casual manner, passers-by still couldn't avoid it and avoided it in fear.

"Look at the current situation!" Nishen accused Spades, "Isn't this all made by you! Playing a game in the game pool is so fierce!"

Spades glanced at him lightly: "They are not afraid of me, and they will also be afraid of another person who brings victory. It has nothing to do with what I have done, but is simply afraid that they will not get this victory."

"If these people's fear is part of winning, let them be afraid." Spade turned his head and said indifferently.

——The implication is that victory belongs to him after all, this tone is really arrogant and sure.

Anti-God was speechless.

Although this guy in spades seems to have 0 EQ, sometimes he can't think things through clearly and sharply, which makes him sometimes want to make a fuss about these things, even suppressing the spades.

"Okay, just pick three games." Nishen reluctantly raised his forehead, he really couldn't do anything about spades, "--Let's see the effect of your training alone this time, and let you test our game. The results of group training for a period of time.”

"...If we have the ability to restrain you." Nishen took a deep breath and said solemnly, "You are ready to return to the team, and it is time to start serious league training."

Spades nodded, he pulled out his long black whip, and threw it out and hit a distorted poster in the game pool.

The entire team of the killer sequence disappeared in place.

the other end.

Mu Sicheng crouched down and climbed on the guild floor of the killer sequence, his sharp monkey claws clasped into the wall, and the capuchin monkey's question mark-like tail loomed behind him, hanging from any protruding decoration or decoration. on things.

He is also wearing a chameleon-like coat, which changes colors as the environment changes - this is an extraordinary item that Bai Liu obtained in the game pool, and it was given to Mu Sicheng when it was distributed.

And this was indeed an extremely correct assignment, which made Mu Sicheng's process of sneaking into the killer sequence smooth and smooth.

A few extremely gorgeous color changes and a few near-misses wandering in the air made Mu Sicheng stably land in a corridor next to the top floor of the Killer Sequence Guild.

Mu Sicheng casually flicked the debris of the wall ash stuck on his nails, the tail behind him retracted into his body like a tucked wire, his red pupils looked left and right, and raised his eyebrows in surprise——

- What the hell is this big guild doing? Your base camp has not taken any anti-theft measures at all? Isn't this waiting for someone to come and steal the house?

But if Mu Ke, who is familiar with the history of each guild's fortune, is here, he will definitely be able to give Mu Sicheng a good introduction to why the guild building of the killer sequence is such an empty and unguarded state.

As a newcomer who only relied on spades last year, the Killer Sequence is very likely to take advantage of last year's east wind to grow and secure the No. 1 guild position—this is a matter of course, something that all guild presidents would like to do.

But the killer sequence, there is no guild leader - because spades do not become the guild leader.

Therefore, this guild developed in a rather barbaric state. Most of its members are high-potential newcomers who behave strangely, have certain abilities, have a personal adoration for spades, and do not want to be bound by the big guild.

Although there is a building, the members of the killer sequence adhere to a free state, and the Schrödinger duality member state gathers in this building of the killer sequence.

When playing in the league, they need a guild as a registration condition, and at that time they are the candidates for the guild team.

If they don't play leagues, they are individual players.

The new generation of Killer Sequence Guild members are strongly influenced by spades, and they all feel that they were born to win the league, and they all feel that they are ruthless league shark players!

This kind of single-player situation didn't get better until Nishen was poached - he let this group of problem child-like members realize that there were only five children who could be league killers, no, players.

Before you become killers, you have to do something else for the development of the guild.

——That’s right, Nishen, a halfway tactician who was dug over, was given the hat of [Guild President] by the spade throw. He not only had to worry about team training, but also managed team members who didn’t obey discipline. You have to worry about the development of the guild, big and small.

It can be said that a tactician is eight envoys, working overtime at any time, and spades are not paid.

Under such circumstances, the security of the guild was already the last thing that Nishen would consider—he was working overtime both inside and outside the game, and he was about to die suddenly.

And although the security of the killer sequence is poor, but under the catalysis of spades, the spiritual symbol of victory, everyone here is fighting lunatics, and they will not let go, and the stronger the opponent, the more excited they are.

A guild with a fine head will basically not use the killer sequence.

Mu Sicheng carefully looked around and determined that there were not many people left behind in the building, so he quickly chose to take further action and break through to a deeper place in the building.

According to the general practice of the guild, there are usually two places to keep high-level items - one is the personal warehouse of the system panel of the guild's dedicated warehouse keeper.

The warehouse keeper not only keeps the props, but is also responsible for testing and maintaining the props in the game once a week. Because he keeps a large number of high-level and rare props all year round, he can be regarded as a small mobile vault, and is tied with the weapon remodeler. The two guilds have the highest confidentiality. position.

By the way, the top warehouse maintenance staff in the game belonged to Golden Dawn and their family, and it did not refer to any one person, but to all the members of the guild.

This guild does not know what it is for. Everyone is as highly trained as a police warehouse manager. They are especially good at keeping, guarding and storing dangerous goods.

Many guilds, such as the King's Guild, the Kabbalah Life Guild, and even Charles' Gambler's Club, have spied on the Golden Dawn's warehouse storage - not necessarily to steal the opponent's props, knowing what the other party has is also in league intelligence. important column.

But no matter what tricks these guilds use, they are all in vain. It can be said that they are the natural enemy guilds of thieves and monster thieves.

And recently, Golden Dawn seems to have reorganized the anti-theft structure of the guild under his instructions due to the addition of a new member, Armand.

A few days ago, a spy from the King’s Guild was captured within minutes of one dimension. It is no exaggeration to describe the current warehouse structure of Golden Dawn as impregnable.

Mu Sicheng frowned as he walked into the killer sequence—he felt that the warehouse structure here was somewhat indescribably similar to the information on the warehouse structure of the Golden Dawn that Wang Shun had shown him before.

Behind him, a translucent rotating barrier isolated by space slowly turned.

[System prompt: A player has triggered the warehouse trap props you set! 】

A message like this popped up on the Nishen system panel that had just entered the game. A team member next to him asked him what was wrong. Nishen smiled and explained, "It's nothing, someone triggered the warehouse protection item I reserved."

The team members were dumbfounded: "Someone really dares to come to the killer sequence to steal things!"

"I remember that our warehouse didn't have any protection, right?"

"No one can see the warehouse. Our guild doesn't even have a warehouse manager. Against God, what are the protective items you left behind?"

Nishen was quarreled so loudly that he had to appease the curious group of team members and sighed helplessly: "—Our guild really has no way to allocate manpower to protect a warehouse, so I had to use it. The simplest and most effective way to protect warehouses.”

The team members were curious, and leaned over to ask, "—what can I do?"

"I contacted the president of Golden Dawn, and then provided a sum of money and a prophecy, and successfully outsourced the protection of our warehouse to him." Nishen smiled kindly, "The props I set up can protect the The guests who come are sent directly to the warehouse of the Golden Dawn."

Players: "..."

... Against God, you actually single-handedly prostituted the strongest warehouse keeper...

Nishen sighed sadly and shook his head: "I originally wanted to outsource even the training, but it's best for the deer hunter guild, which is the strictest and strictest in the training team, not to outsource the team's training, eh..."

"But I came by myself, and you don't listen to me as a tactician..."

Players: "..."

... Deer hunters believe in Spartan training! ! Their team members are screaming miserably every day! ! I don't even have time to poop and drink water! Super miserable! At a young age, you are about to get kidney stones!

A small team member who is usually not very obedient swallowed stiffly: "Just come, we will listen to you..."

Nishen looked at him with a smile: "Really?"

All the players nodded frantically.

Mu Sicheng felt that something was wrong more and more as he walked, he stopped in time, looked around the architectural style here, moved his nose and smelled it carefully - there were many strange and mixed smells on both sides of the bright and bright corridor, and the smell of people suddenly The complexity has changed, and there is also a hint of the cold taste of the metal door that has nothing to do with it.

—It was very similar to the smell he had smelled at the Heresy Administration headquarters.

While Mu Sicheng was sniffing, there was a blue-blue golden-edged butterfly on the left window, slowly flapping its wings.

Mu Sicheng turned his face away, frowned and shrugged, whispering to himself, "--There is still a little...flowing air..."

"—It's the smell of the wind."

The butterfly flapped its wings rapidly, the wind swept the narrow aisle, and a vague figure was wrapped in the wind and merged into one, attacking Mu Sicheng at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye.

The other party used the pressure and speed of the wind to step on the surrounding walls and move, giving Mu Sicheng a savage blow like a divine help.

Mu Sicheng crossed his hands and took this abruptly, not to be outdone with his claws to fight back, raising his hand and turning it over to grab the man's face and press him to the ground.

The other party took a light breath, and when he lifted his foot, he was about to kick him. Mu Sicheng's right paw blocked and bounced off, and he turned his foot to sweep away the opponent's bottom plate.

In this kind of wind, if you can't keep your body in shape, you are a loser.

The other party jumped slightly, floated up in the air, and stuck to the wall, breathing lighter, almost blending with the wind, undetectable, a butterfly stopped on his shoulder, and its wings were still flapping.

Mu Sicheng smelled his breath, the faster wind, and the smell of butterfly scale powder.

The wind suddenly became stronger, so dense that it was almost impossible to see.

Mu Sicheng was crushed by the huge pressure of the wind, and it was difficult for his chest to rise and fall. He had to let go and back away. The monkey's paws were firmly clasped into the wall and attached to the metal wall.

The wind gradually dissipated.

Mu Sicheng jumped down, and the person opposite stood on a messy ground. His neat short brown hair was messed up, and it flashed a strange light under the white light.

Armand looked at Mu Sicheng flatly: "I didn't expect that we could compete again in such a place, Mu Sicheng."

"It doesn't seem to be accurate to use a word like "competition", doesn't it?" Mu Sicheng raised his eyebrows, tossed the golden winged hair ornament in his hand, twirled it around his fingers, and smiled disdainfully, "—if This is in the game, what I caught was your head, not the hair accessories on your head?"

"Really?" Armand was unmoved, he looked at Mu Sicheng calmly, "--The first time you fought with me, you told me the same thing after you stole my note-taking pen."

"—The memory of the past is not all pain." Armand moved his gaze to the hair accessory, "and experience."

Mu Sicheng was startled, he suddenly realized something, he wanted to throw the hair accessories in his hand, but it was too late.

The wing-shaped hair accessory on his hand exploded with a bang, turning into a wire mesh-shaped handcuff that tightly wrapped his hands, wrists and upper arms, unable to break free at all.

Armand looked up at him: "You hate mesh restraints and handcuffs the most, so I summed it up and gave it to you as a gift."

"Long time no see, Mu Sicheng."

——————

Mu Ke led Du Sanying, who had done his homework, to the game pool.

Du Sanying's situation is a little better than Mu Ke thought. Not only did he accept these things quickly, but he has played more than 52 times - he has already met the conditions for league registration.

So Mu Ke asked Du Sanying for his opinion, and after confirming that he agreed to participate in the league, Mu Ke helped Du Sanying to handle the registration period for the league, and took Du Sanying to the game pool to practice as per Bai Liu's instructions.

Du Sanying looked at the posters swimming in the pools in fear, and looked at Mu Ke timidly: "...Which one should I choose?"

"It doesn't matter which one you choose." Mu Ke explained patiently, "My basic stats are enough to handle most of the games in the game pool, and you are a player with full luck. too dangerous."

Years of "lucky" physique made Du Sanying still very uneasy. He cried and said, "...But I'm the only one who is lucky... People around me are generally unlucky."

"I know." Mu Ke politely kept a certain distance from Du Sanying and showed him his panel, "I will keep a certain distance from you to protect you and minimize the impact on myself."

Mu Ke smiled and comforted him: "Although I don't look conspicuous, it's because my profession is an assassin. I'm not that weak, you can rest assured."

Du Sanying hesitated again and again, but finally stepped forward to choose a game, and Mu Ke jumped in.

After entering, the first thing that jumped into the ear curtains was a huge, continuous burst of impact gunshots, shooting on the ground without stopping. All the surrounding monsters were killed, and some players fell to the ground. , a blurred piece of flesh and blood, and the boundaries between human and monster corpses are indistinguishable, which is quite a brutal scene.

Du Sanying was all dumbfounded.

"This game is already at the end of the game." Mu Ke was calm in the face of this scene, and comforted Du Sanying, "It's okay, you are really lucky, the other players who came in with you have already cleaned up the dungeon. monster."

Mu Ke's gaze shifted to the faces of the corpses of the players who had been shot beyond recognition, and squinted, afraid that Du Sanying didn't say the second half of the sentence - and the players were also cleaned up.

Looks like there's a pretty dangerous guy in this game.

Du Sanying was so frightened that she burst into tears, biting her hands: "...But this is too fast, right? I just came in..."

"There are such players." Mu Ke said calmly, "This game is no longer valuable, I am ready to quit..."

A high-frequency gunshot accompanied by a pleasant "woohoo" shot indiscriminately all the way from a distance, Mu Ke reacted very quickly and took out the props and armor to block himself, and protected Du Sanying under him, listening intently. in the direction from which the gunfire came.

Du Sanying was startled and wanted to crawl out from under the armor: "Don't come near me! Unlucky things will happen!"

The unusual sound of bullets hitting the prop armor quickly caught the sharp shooter's attention, but before Mu Ke could evacuate, the gunman sat on a giant spring and fell from the sky, pressing down on the prop Mu Ke was hiding in. armor.

Mu Ke quickly dragged Du Sanying in a circle and rolled out from under the armor, knelt down on one knee and took out the dagger, looked up at the person who came, and was startled.

He has already seen quite a few players dressed up in bizarre clothes, but the player in front of him is still the type that can make people stunned at the moment of life and death.

This player is sitting on a huge colorful spring that is more than three meters high and about one meter in diameter. Erlang's legs are raised, his feet are dangling, and he is holding a dark green sniper/sniper/gun about half a meter long. The upper half of his face is a A clown mask made of paper, drawn quite distorted, like a low-grade lead assignment in a child's art class.

The lower half of the face is an overly large red lip drawn on the skin, which together with the paper mask above it constitutes a perfunctory clown makeup look.

The red lips were obviously smeared by his thumb with the blood of someone he didn't know. Drop blood scum down.

The exaggerated green flared trouser legs and the dark green sniper/sniper/gun are all splattered with blood, bits of viscera and some white brains.

He sat on the spring and held his cheeks, tilted his head and looked down at Mu Ke's face, the corners of his mouth cracked wider and wider, and his apple-green eyes leaked out of the paper.

"I remember your beautiful and delicate face." He said in English with a Spanish accent, his tone was strangely bloody and elegant. The long tail tone that the upper nobles used to make him look a little lazy. "—Because I saw it on my knees."

"So it made a deep impression on me, and it was unforgettable at first sight."

He raised the sniper/sniper/gun in his left hand, but halfway through it, he suddenly remembered something, jumped up on one foot, and swayed on the edge of the spring—like an acrobat stepping on a ball. Putting one hand in front of him and the other behind him, he bowed his waist folded.

This is another aristocratic etiquette, which is incompatible with his current comical performance and appearance.

"My father taught me that before killing an opponent, I should introduce myself." He bent over, his tone polite and respectful. "Out of respect for the opponent, we should allow them to know who killed him."

He raised his smiling face, but there was no smile in his eyes: "My name is Daniel, Bai Liu's most beloved godson."

Daniel raised his sniper/shooter/gun at Mu Ke, the smile on his face became more violent, and his attitude was casual: "As for your name, it doesn't matter."

"—You're not worthy of his trash, trash doesn't need a name."

"boom--!!"

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In the huge game pool, Bai Liu, who had dealt with everything, brought Liu Jiayi and Tang Erda to the pool.

There is not a single player on the side of the game pool.

Liu Jiayi understood at a glance: "The team from the big guild has just entered the pool, and the number of players in this guild has not been full, so other players dare not come."

She turned to look at Bai Liu, and her eyes fell on his hand, which was tightly wrapped with bandages to stop the bleeding: "How about we avoid it too?"

"When did I teach you to avoid the edge before the league starts?" The woman's reserved and elegant voice interrupted Liu Jiayi's thoughts, and the sound of cork high heels was regular and pleasant, and she came over, "What you have to do before the game is to suppress The edge of others."

Hearts is wearing a bright blue ribbon dress with double dangling necks, long off-white gloves that go past the elbows in both hands, her hair is pulled into a neat and delicate bun at the top, and a raindrop-shaped blue about ten centimeters long is swaying around her neck. Emerald earrings.

There is a kind of classic pleasant demeanor.

Liu Jiayi stood in front of Bai Liu: "Queen, long time no see."

There was also a whole team behind Hearts, obviously the team was in a state of collective training, but this time there was an unfamiliar candidate Liu Jiayi beside her.

This is an exotic girl wearing a trumpet, black and white nun clothes, no more than thirteen or fourteen, blond eyes, pure white headgear covering her golden wavy hair, representing the cross of prayer to God Being firmly held in her hand, the green of her eyes is more innocent and pure than the floating waves, revealing a faint blue.

As long as Liu Jiayi glanced at this girl, she knew that Hearts was dressed up today to accompany this new player——

——This new team member is like a girl who came out of a classical painting.

Hearts raised her hand and stroked the girl's forehead: "She is a new team member to replace you. [Sister], go, Phoebe, go and say hello to your predecessor, and bless her with God's blessing in the game. "

Phoebe walked about a meter away from Liu Jiayi. She didn't seem to be afraid of Liu Jiayi, the famous little witch, and she slightly bowed her knees and raised the sides of her nun's clothes in a salute. Such as honey dishes.

"May the Lord bless you."

Phoebe stood up, and she looked at Liu Jiayi expectantly: "You also have a brother, don't you?"

Liu Jiayi pursed her lips and glanced at the red peach, but replied, "I do have it."

"I also have a brother, and although I'm not a mother, we share a father - is this the same as your situation?" Phoebe smiled like an angel, "He turned his back on me like your brother, Betrayed my family."

"But I don't blame him, I forgive him, God forgives everything."

Liu Jiayi stopped talking, she watched Phoebe alertly and silently, with invisible thorns erected on her body.

Phoebe ignored Liu Jiayi's hostility. She seemed unable to contain her emotions. She stepped forward and grabbed Liu Jiayi's hands and placed them in her heart. She used those beautiful, ocean-like blue-green eyes full of love. and looked at her kindly.

"We're so similar, maybe we should be blood related, brothers, sisters, or whatever, I've always dreamed of being friends with you!" Phoebe smiled, and she smiled sincerely and happily." You are my favorite player."

Her eyes sparkled: "I will win the game and bring you God-given happiness."

Liu Jiayi pulled out her hand in surprise and stepped back, Bai Liu took advantage of the situation to block in front of her, and looked up at Hearts.

Hearts nodded slightly and smiled: "Phoebe has always liked Jiayi very much. She is actually better than Jiayi, but she volunteered to be Jiayi's substitute, just to make friends with Jiayi."

"But it's a pity that this friendship started before it sprouted." Heart's pointed gaze fell on Liu Jiayi, "The child she liked ran away."

"Really?" Bai Liu was unmoved, "Then why didn't you use Phoebe before?"

"Because I'm not stable enough, my brother is still alive. Sometimes he does some annoying and humiliating things that will affect my emotions and affect my performance." Phoebe sighed in distress, clasped his hands tightly, and prayed sincerely, "God forbid, if only he died sooner."

Such a naive girl said these words with high expectations, and the impact was obviously great - for example, Qi Yifang who was standing behind the red peach had already covered her mouth and wept.

This is not the teammate he wants. Looking so white, God bless him every day, but it is so black that even these teammates are pitted... woo woo woo.

When Hearts took Phoebe away from training, Phoebe was still turning around and waving goodbye to Liu Jiayi reluctantly, her eyes full of sadness:

"Goodbye little witch, I hope God can let me have you in my dream tonight."

Liu Jiayi silently covered her goosebumps arm.

"Oh yes, if you see my brother, I hope you can help me kill him." Phoebe said nonchalantly, asking others to help deal with a disobedient pet that scratched him. Cat, "His name is Daniel, and he's a fool who likes to be a clown."

After Hearts left, Bai Liu pressed Liu Jiayi's head: "Hearts is used to disturb your emotions, don't worry about it until we know the specific information about this [Sister], let's advance the game."

Liu Jiayi nodded, took a deep breath, and selected the game to log in.

[System prompt: Welcome to the game "Jungle Forest Border Town\