I Became the King of Villains In the Game

Chapter 101 Spades Deceitful Corpse

Chen Lun was already vigilant based on the divination.

When he saw the other party waiting for him here, he was basically sure in his heart that the other party didn't want to trade with him at all, but used that extraordinary knowledge as bait to lure him to come, and then intercepted and killed him.

【Peeping eye】!

Chen Lun stared straight at Molimo not far away.

【Judgment successful! 】

[You get the following information——]

Name: Mollymore

Occupation: President of the Amber City History and Ritual Association, Professor of History at St. John's Ladies Academy

Race: Human (eastern part of the continent)

Template: Elite (base LV20, attribute growth increase)

Grade: 58

Life: 1200/1200

Stamina: 600/600

Sanity: 30/30

Main occupation: [Sequence 9-Tomb Robber LV10 (MAX)] [Sequence 8-Historian LV20 (MAX)] [Sequence 7-Alchemist LV8] (Earth faction)

Attributes: Strength 27, Dexterity 31, Endurance 55, Intelligence 48, Faith 34

Special attributes: Charisma 11, Will 20, Insight 16, Luck 10

Skills: Earth Affinity LVMAX, Underground Walking LVMAX, Historical Retrospect LVMAX, Borrowing the Past LVMAX, Potions General Knowledge LV3, Alchemy LV2, ——

Combat power: 204

【Risk: High】

[Favourability: disgust]

[Comment: Beware of this guy's hidden ability, no one knows whose history he has stolen! There is no mouse who does not steal, and there is no alchemist who does not throw bottles! Watch out for his potions too! 】

"[Sequence 7]... an elite template?"

Chen Lun frowned secretly.

It's no wonder that he didn't notice the extraordinary fluctuations in him in the port black market before. The opponent was two ranks higher than him at that time, and had already entered the middle rank stage.

"However... I seem to have underestimated my own strength too much."

He lowered his eyes.

I have an advantage that NPCs do not have, that is the panel.

I can add some, you can't.

This is the player's advantage, but it is inherited by this NPC.

At the same time, his own growth rate far exceeds that of the players, which is why he has reached the current situation.

Even if the other party has an elite template and naturally grows faster than ordinary NPCs, they still cannot compare to themselves. With the accumulation, coupled with future promotions, he will only become stronger and stronger, and finally widen the gap with his peers, comparable to the existence of higher sequences.

It's starting to show up now.

His panel attribute has unconsciously surpassed most of the low-sequences, comparable to a Transcendent who has just entered the middle-sequence. In addition to the hole cards in his hand, the outcome of the fight with Molimo will not be known until the actual fight.

"Is this the extraordinary power of [Fate Faction]...?"

Mollymer frowned.

After he was glanced at by Chen Lun just now, he had a feeling of being seen through.

This feeling made him extremely uncomfortable.

Hush——

The sound of pages turning.

I saw an illusory shadow flashing in Molimo's eyes, and finally fixed on an old man in white robe.

"Die! Spades!"

boom! !

Molimer radiated heat all over his body, and invisible air gushed out from his feet, blowing his clothes and hair upside down.

I saw his whole body breaking through the air with a bang, and coming across a wave of air.

Woo--! !

He swung his fist, and a high-temperature flame burst out from his fist.

The surrounding air stagnates and is distorted by burning.

pong! !

A streak of silver streaked across and hit Morlimer's wrist, deflecting his attack, and his fist brushed past Chen Lun's side.

The heat wave raised Chen Lun's black hair and curled the ends of it.

"The power of the sun, this is [Sequence 7-Ascetic Monk]..."

Chen Lun thought secretly.

boom--!

Molimo took advantage of the deflection of his body, turned around and raised his legs, his heels dropped like a war hammer.

Chen Lun raised his silver cane, opened it with a bang, and turned into a round shield in an instant.

Bang! !

Molimo's heavy kick hit the silver shield, and there was a trembling tail amidst the loud noise.

Once the silver shield was retracted, it folded into a line, and moved sideways towards Molimo's neck at a speed that escaped the sight of ordinary people.

At this time!

Chen Lun, holding the silver sword, suddenly noticed something.

His spiritual intuition told him that someone was spying on him!

With a lot of thoughts, the slash in his hand suddenly slowed down.

"too slow!!"

Mollymer drank violently.

huh huh...

His figure was illusory, appearing at the position a second ago, avoiding the silver sword by brushing his shoulders.

He raised his hand and punched Chen Lun directly in the abdomen.

With a muffled bang, Chen Lun vomited blood and retreated violently. Finally, he staggered a few steps and fell to the ground. The silver cane dropped from his hand and fell to the ground with two clangs.

From Molimo's invisible perspective, the dark gold scales and black bone armor on Chen Lun's chest and abdomen intertwined and flowed, and finally dissipated slowly.

step on... step on...

Molimo walked slowly, his feet sizzling on the floor, and green smoke came out.

"It's rare for a [Sequence 8] to persist for so long."

He said indifferently.

Just as he bent down to pick up Chen Lun's silver cane, a piercing scream came.

huh huh...

With the sound of the pages being turned, Morlimer's figure reappeared in the position a few seconds ago. A black light wave penetrated his original phantom and disappeared at the same time.

Morlimer turned his head and saw four figures standing aside, looking at him quietly.

"Black Skull...?"

"Introduce yourself, Amber City Shelter, Commissioner Roderick."

The man in black with a high collar held a head in his hand and threw it away. He was an old man with white beard and hair.

"Mr. Knowledge thought he was smart, but he was shot to death when he went out...

I have to say that the supernatural means of [Magic faction] are still very clever. Several investigators under me have turned into stones. "

Molimo didn't speak, but looked at him coldly.

I didn't expect that the host of the mysterious association would be the boss of the shelter. All of this was just arranged by him, grasping the information of the members, and waiting for the opportunity to catch them all.

The civet had already taken off its mask. The short-haired woman was holding a revolver and a limp hammer in the other. The latter's face was pale and his eyes were indifferent. It was obvious that he had been severely injured and lost the power to resist.

The last person was wearing a dark red cloak, Molimo was most familiar with him——

Bishop of Red Apple Church in Amber, Newman.

"I didn't expect the shelter to join hands with the Red Apple Church, just to get rid of the branch of the 'History and Ritual Association' here?"

Molimo asked slowly.

"You disgusting dead rats, do you need to ask others what you did?"

Newman grinned grimly.

"The tomb of the archbishop of our faction church was robbed, Lord Rafa was furious, and used divine magic to divination that the tomb robber was a member of the 'History and Ceremony Association', who was hiding in Amber City.

Molimo, if you hand over the perpetrator, I will not kill you, but let you repent for fifty years in front of the statue of Madame Rose. "

Mollymore frowned.

He directly ignored the second half of the other party's words. Although he had heard about it, he didn't know who the perpetrator was.

Could it be a member of another branch?

He suddenly thought of someone, but he couldn't be sure.

"It seems that you have planned it for a long time... The asylum suppresses the extraordinary in the wild, and the United Red Apple Church smoothly removed our 'History and Ritual Association'. Everyone is happy."

Mollymer sneered.

"Stop talking nonsense! Mollymore!"

Newman growled.

"Since you chose to shield your accomplice, then I will bring you to Lord Rafa and let him interrogate himself!"

In the next second, the red robe was raised.

Bishop Newman rushed towards him like a falcon.

The phantom in Molimo's eyes began to flip, ready to make a move.

Suddenly a whistle rang in my ear!

call out--!

Mo Limer was taken aback.

The spade that had been "dead" at his feet suddenly exploded, and the silver cane turned into a sword, slashing across his waist.

The silver light cut through the clothes and scratched the skin.