Damn it, this boss really has no normal skills.

Chapter 405 Why do you want to reward him?
It was true that Ji Ming relaxed the supervision on player behavior during the public beta, but those who wantonly killed innocent people and shamelessly backstabbed their companions and other outrageous behaviors would still be punished with pink name or even red name, and even be wanted and rewarded, becoming the target of public criticism and extorting gold coins from everyone.

At the beginning, this rule did play a role in curbing players' misconduct and made everyone look a little more humane, but there is no loophole in this world that can be blocked forever, and soon some players found a way to circumvent this restriction.

That’s right, it’s still money.

If all these infant spirits were brutally killed by Pisel and refined into strange creatures, his bounty would have been raised to thousands of exchange points long ago, and they would have been highlighted on the maps of all players, becoming the most dazzling Super Star.

But he chose to outsource the work at a high price, in this way minimizing his own involvement and only reaping the benefits as a user in the end. So, standing in the bloody darkness, Pisel's ID still maintained that pure and ironic white.

——Just like his expression at this moment.

Logically speaking, purely physical chopping could not do anything to the infant spirit, but it was in contact with the blood of the samurai's sword on the mountain.

"Brother Hei, I'm on fire!"

Just like a hot knife sliding through butter, the screaming baby spirit was cut in half, and there were even burn marks on the cross section.

The part of its head lost its ability to fly, bounced and fell to the ground. Before it had time to struggle, Ji Ming, with his positive energy, stepped on it and crushed it.

Why do you want to reward him?

Ji Ming:......

The leather drum was burned to ashes by Iris, who was holding a half-bottle of healing potion, using fire magic. The fire was so strong that it gave people a sense of venting, as if saying, "I've been caught in the rain, so I broke all your umbrellas!"

As he drank the potion in his hand and threw it on the ground, the three ancestors who had once been influential in history appeared behind him.

They scolded and pointed forward together.

"You dare to hit our grandson, I think you want to feel the kindness of Europa Sugdidi again!"

Although most of the mercenaries had already taken this opportunity to slip away, it was not difficult for the few people present to strangle Pisel.

Iris' ancestors each have their own duties. The chain armor ancestor pulls the longbow, the plate armor ancestor holds the shield, and the robe ancestor uses the scepter as a casting unit, forming a combat team with both combat methods and auxiliary tanks together with the turtle grandson holding a long sword.

Shan Shang simply transformed himself into a blood-burning warrior, stabbing his palm every time he chopped off an infant spirit. His moves were so quick that it was as if they were not his own. So the effect was good, with each slash of sword emitting blazing fire and exploding, but Ji Ming felt a dull pain when he saw it.

As for Ji Ming himself, he had a lot more to consider, such as how to participate in this boss battle with the combat power of a player over level 30, instead of accidentally blowing Pisel's head off with the power of lightning.

Anyway, everything was under control. Pisel could only watch his treasures, which had been flying in the sky like flies, crash one by one, turning into ashes without even a word of what they could say.

And maybe it was because his move of gathering monsters and exploding just now left such a deep impression on them that none of the three were willing to get close to him. They all stayed far away and attacked him with long-range means.

Although he is also a long-range output player, one good man cannot beat four hands. If you want to throw a magic ball, you have to build a model, mobilize magic power, try to run it, and then release it after preparation.

What about them? Whether it was the chain-armored golden man or the demon-slaying ninja, they just kept firing arrows, swinging their elbows in a circle and that was it, with the firing rate at full capacity.

The most infuriating thing is that crooked tree. When people play with bows and arrows, they have to aim after pulling the bow, and they may not hit the target. How can he be so accurate with just a broken steel ball?

Under such influence, although he could still use some skills with his magical equipment, his firing rate was obviously reduced to the point that he was sweating profusely even when trying to protect himself.

Every profession has its own expertise. As a mage player who studies skills and increases points in the direction of Necromancer, he has actually considered what to do in the face of this situation.

The most prioritized solution is to summon a large number of infant spirits to share the pressure, as we did just now, to form a situation of many against many, or even many against few.

Well, this option has been cut off piece by piece, so let’s just pretend it never existed.

The second solution is to let his subordinates help share the pressure. After all, they are just a bunch of hired consumables who are alive to die.

Well, I have already eliminated this option, so I will just consider the commissions as being thrown away to the dogs.

So, now there is only one last solution!

"Sen-zan!"

……

"Moriya!!!"

……

"Sen...hi, can we reconcile?"

Three people and three ghosts slowly approached.

"What do you say?"

All I can say is that he is worthy of being called "the greatest dark wizard who ever lived" and "the most powerful voodoo worshipper from the land to the sea to the Cape of Good Hope."

It is truly amazing that even the echo of Emperor Pisser's screams of pain can be so loud, like the words of God descending.

But logically speaking, they should not be able to help him complete such a perfect performance.

After all, no matter how realistic it is, "Two Moons' Struggle" is not a surgical segmentation simulator. In order to help everyone maintain their SAN value and bottom line, some necessary places still need to be harmonized.

But who asked Ji Ming, the game producer, to be here? And when facing such a bastard, he should use special means to crack down on him severely, right?
Therefore, the range of choices they have is wider and broader, and it takes more time.

After a long while, as they watched the mosaic on the ground slowly disappear, Iris and Yamagami finally breathed a sigh of relief and bowed to each other with sincere satisfaction.

"So in a distant country, there was such a skill in ancient times. Thank you very much."

According to the pre-designed process, there is actually one last part of the hidden task after killing the evil black wizard, which is to inform Earl Hantan of the good news.

However, Ji Ming didn't want to go back and was too lazy to make another trip, so he gave the errand job to Yamagami and Matsui.

Shanshang didn't quite understand what he meant, but Matsui saw that Waishu wanted to share the benefits of making friends with an important NPC with him, so he thanked Shanshang profusely and took him away.

As for Iris, Ji Ming thought about it carefully during this period and found that he could not introduce his job in the Foreign Affairs Bureau to him.

After all, he is a Gaul, even if he studied in China...

First of all, his name is not Zhu Qizhen. Secondly, none of his three ancestors looks like Marshal Pétain. It’s better not to give him bad advice.

However, he had to do what he promised, so after much thought, he used some personal connections and contacted Fan Taozhu, with whom he had had some contact during the closed beta test.

Although after the public beta, facing those top old money that have lasted for hundreds of years, Mr. Fan, as a rich second generation who is not so nouveau riche, can no longer be called a top rich man.

But it was still possible to fill the stomach of a Gaul who was studying in Shanghai, not to mention that Iris had the ability to take the money, so she readily agreed. After sending the three people away, Ji Ming did not rush to leave, but walked slowly upstairs.

In fact, Iris also wanted to go up just now, because the top floor of the tower is Pisel’s residence, and there must be a lot of good things there.

But unfortunately, those mercenaries who escaped would not let go of such a good opportunity. With their guts that they wanted to make more money even when they were about to die, it is estimated that there was nothing left.

Iris had just gotten some highlights, and didn't want to embarrass this person again, so she didn't mention the matter.

So why did Ji Ming go up?
He turned and walked to the door of a room. He picked up the Eternal Savage Sacred Mace, which had been hidden for a long time and rarely used, forged by the dwarf master Wilmo and could physically open any lock. He directly broke open the door.

The corridor was very quiet, but there was a noise behind the door. The person living in this room was none other than [Tajianghu] who had just fought a 50-50 battle with the one on the mountain.

"How could you...how could you just barge into someone else's house without saying a word?"

He was stunned when he saw Ji Ming breaking into the room like the FBI. He sat on the edge of the bed for three seconds before he stood up and prepared for battle.

The other party did not react at all when he saw this, and even showed a somewhat strange expression.

"Isn't it because you look kind that I want to come over and talk to you?"

Tajianghu has a face that can be paired with Ma Dongxi as a door god.jpg
After Ji Ming finished speaking, he looked around… Never mind, this house was too poor, so he simply took a chair from his ring and sat down, raising his hand to signal.

"Don't stand, sit down. I have no ill will towards you. I really want to talk to you."

"Are you so kind?"

Tajianghu was naturally skeptical, but then he thought that he probably wasn't enough for one of the other person's dishes.

So I gritted my teeth and stomped my feet, determined to fight. I plucked up the courage to grab a chair and sit opposite him.

Ji Ming nodded, and did not ask him why he chose to stay here. Instead, he opened his mouth and said something.

"I heard that Silla has already invested all its national strength into the Yangyue World, exploiting the people's surplus value at the highest efficiency. Is that true?"

Tajianghu's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot in an instant, but Ji Ming seemed not to notice and continued speaking.

"The Park family is looking for special talents around the world who are willing to work for them, and they are offering a high commission. I see you are from Silla, so why don't you join them?"

Tajianghu couldn't bear it anymore and widened his eyes.

"If you want to kill me, just do it now! Why do you want to humiliate me with these words?"

Ji Ming grinned.

"How did I humiliate you? I was just telling the truth."

Tajianghu was so angry that he almost crushed the handrail, but he finally let go at the last moment when the wood creaked and made a mournful cry.

"…Yes, you're right. That's why I'm here."

But he was deflated, and raised his head with a fierce look.

"But they are spineless. It's their business if they want to do something like that. I am who I am, and I will not go along with them!"

Ji Ming laughed again when he heard this. He didn't say a word, but his defense was broken again. He could only start nagging.

"This is... this can't be helped. I'm just doing things in the game... to fill my stomach. Is this shameful? This is not shameful!"

"Okay, okay, stop, stop, I understand you have your reasons."

Although Ji Ming did not have a good impression of the Silla people, he still had to discuss the matter objectively when he met them, especially when they were such "patriots".

So he just said, "This Pisel might be in trouble. There is no point in you staying here. I advise you to leave as soon as possible" and left.

While in the urinal, looking at the progress bar hanging above his head that indicated it would take a whole day to be resurrected, Pisel became angrier and angrier the more he thought about it.

He simply opened the system page and cursed all the mercenaries who betrayed him in his friend list one by one, and then... he found that he was too naive and couldn't seem to be able to curse them anymore.

This made him even angrier and he went straight into the red temperature state.

But when I was about to be pissed off to death, I suddenly remembered
——Although I am no longer the emperor of the world in the game, in reality I am still the eternal king of Balanta!
I am His Majesty. If there is anything that makes me angry, can't I just let others share my burden?
So he immediately quit the game excitedly, ready to randomly select a lucky minister and kill his entire family to make up for his wounded soul.

When he opened his eyes again, the bright sunshine of Balanta came in through the window.

After waking up from the dedicated gaming cabin that he had purchased at a high price, Pisel did not press the switch right next to him, but instead shouted loudly like a hungry baby.

"Slime? Slime!"

Slime is the name of his new waiter who was hired last month, a man with one-quarter Iris ancestry. He likes the feeling of being in control of an alien race.

But the waiter who was supposed to be on call at any time didn't make any noise this time. What's more, when he called out, there was no sound in the entire palace.

……

"Fuck Fuck!"

This feeling of being ignored made him crawl out angrily, and while swearing in his heart that he would kill the first person he saw, he pushed the door of the room open heavily.

The game room was connected to his useless office, but after walking around for a long time, he found that not only was his favorite gold-plated Desert Eagle missing, but even the dagger inlaid with several gems on the shelf was gone.

His anger undoubtedly reached its peak as he had nothing in his hands. Pisel opened the door with almost all his strength, grabbed the collar of the guard beside him and was about to burst into a roar.

However, the curse words came to his lips and he shrank back, because he was not stupid! The person in front of him was not the one he arranged!
"Who are you!?"

There was no answer, and the two guards worked together to push him back onto the table, screaming and shouting.

Pisel was really frightened at a loss, but fortunately, a familiar face appeared in his sight in the next second.

If it were before, he would be so angry that he would want to tear it to pieces, but now.

"Senzam! Oh, my loyal hound, come and save your master!"

(End of this chapter)