I am really not the villain BOSS of the game!

Chapter 118 The hidden copy is opened

At this time, other guild members finally came to their senses, drew their weapons one after another, and said angrily:

"Shameless old thief!"

"You actually went out of your way to guard us. How cunning!"

"Brothers, come on!"

Hearing this, Er Dao Scar snorted disdainfully and waved the tickets in his hand at them mockingly.

Then, in full view of everyone, he suddenly blended into the shadows, like a drop of ink.

Players were stunned once again.

"W-what skill is this?!"

"He is a public beta player? Never heard of it!"

"Damn it, our 500 moon face!"

The expressions of the members of Odin's Gun Guild were all distorted, as if they had cut off a piece of their own flesh and blood. It was so painful.

A lot of money was spent, and the tickets were robbed!
They didn't dare to tell the president!

“Damn it, damn it——!!!”

The single wolf was even more furious and resentful, his eyes burning red.

With the blessing of the buff [Fax Humanoid], he still retained a trace of blood after being penetrated through the heart.

But at this moment, the single wolf would rather die than face the storm of the guild president!
When a formal member is demoted to a peripheral member, it is equivalent to being completely abandoned by the guild. It will not use any resources and it will be difficult to get ahead.

The single wolf trembled with fear at the thought of this possibility.

It doesn't matter, can't I buy another ticket?

As long as you kill more monsters in the hidden dungeon and show yourself, you won't be demoted!

The single wolf comforted himself in this way, staring at the place where the two scars disappeared, and his big teeth gritted.

You'd better have nothing to do with the prophet camp!
See you in the hidden copy! ! !
"Rumble--"

The dark red train passed through the creeping fog and headed in an unknown direction.

This nightmare train, which is usually calm and silent, became lively tonight, carrying many living lives.

Anlos sat alone at the front, sipping tea and reading books quietly.

Slender and white fingers turned the pages of the book, and warm yellow light fell from the top of the head, like an angel's halo.

There was a peaceful atmosphere around him, which made the noisy players lower their voices when approaching him.

There are eight players in total who meet the conditions. Although the number is small, they are not useless cannon fodder.

While the Odin Guild was working hard to save money from killing monsters, spending a lot of money to visit the mysterious merchant and buy tickets, a letter from Mrs. Termani was sent to Anros's mansion.

Inside, there were exactly nine tickets for admission.

When I posted it to the forum, there was another bloody storm.

In addition to the eight players, the other "person" is the portrait.

At this time, the portrait used Louis's handsome face to fight with the players in another carriage.

Simply moving the facial features a few positions can bring about surprise and admiration, which greatly satisfies the vanity of the portrait.

Sure enough, it was right not to let the portrait act as a poster girl.

Anros thought to himself, looking up from the book describing the horrors of hell, and smiled at the player sitting nervously next to him.

Wow~kawaii~
Suddenly, pink hearts rippled around the players.

"Don't worry," a player immediately said, patting his chest, "We will definitely not let you get hurt at all!"

"That's right! Lord Holy Son!"

Listening to the shouts of loyalty, Anlos raised a gentle smile: "Thank you. With you here, I feel at ease."

If cuteness could kill, players say they'd be dead by now.

"Woo——"

The train made a low and melodious whistle sound, clang clang clang clang, and began to slow down slowly.

When it came to a complete stop, there was a "squeak" sound, the train doors opened to the left and right, and mist filled the air.

"Come on, please slow down and help me."

With his strong physique, a male player squeezed past his competitor, eagerly holding the folded wheelchair in one hand and reaching for Anlos with the other.

Anlos bent his eyes and looked at him with a smile. In his expectant eyes, he stretched out his hand——

She gently stroked his thick wrist and said softly: "It's okay, I can still walk these two steps."

The strong man felt an electric current flowing from the touched area to his whole body, making him unable to move for a moment. With that said, Anlos took the wheelchair from the stunned burly player and stepped out of the car wobblingly and worryingly.

"."

The strong man kept his hand stretched out and remained motionless.

"Silly, buddy?" someone joked, patting him on the shoulder.

The strong man was startled, came back to his senses, and stared seriously at his caressed wrist.

After a long while, he raised his head and showed an expression that was about to cry but had no tears:

"What should I do? I feel like I'm not straight anymore! Uh-huh!"

".None of my business!"

The player who was joking suddenly turned pale, pushed him away, and strode forward.

Then, he seized the opportunity and diligently pushed Anlos' wheelchair.

Strong player: "."

Mud is careless!
After getting off the train, what comes into view is an elegant and beautiful glass building.

A large piece of transparent glass is embedded in a marble frame covered with colored ceramic tiles, and you can vaguely see the colorful colors and spiral stairs inside. The dome is curved, like an angel's garden.

In addition to the players, there are other nightmare creatures around, walking out of the thick fog.

Wearing a suit and tie, or swaying a large skirt like a cake, the face is obviously strange, but the body is dressed very dignified, which looks quite weird.

"Wow! This modeling is so awesome!"

"It's such a great atmosphere! Thanks to me for joining the prophet camp!"

"Look! These NPCs are so exquisitely made! They even have expressions of contempt!"

The players sighed one after another, looked around curiously, and marveled.

"Huh, I don't know."

A cold and mocking voice came from behind.

The players were startled, turned around, drew their weapons, and prepared for battle, only to see a familiar figure——

Two scars!
He emerged from the thick fog, silently, grinning like a wolf.

"."

The players all backed away warily and refused to argue.

at this time.

Rumbling--

Another dark red train slowly stopped.

The car door opened, and four serious-looking players stepped out.

When they got off the train, they looked around quickly. Although they looked surprised, they quickly calmed down.

At first glance, it is clear that he is a professional gamer with a high level of gaming literacy.

——Odin's Gun Guild is here.

When they saw the prophet camp players who arrived first, they just nodded.

But one person is different.

The single wolf is also among them. At this time, he is under heavy pressure. Only by obtaining excellent rewards in this copy of the art exhibition can he make up for his mistakes.

He also noticed the two scars and couldn't help but feel angry.

The latter felt his gaze, turned his head, smiled disdainfully at him, gave him a thumbs up, and then pressed down hard!

This bastard! ! !
The single wolf rolled his eyes and almost couldn't hold himself back and stepped forward to fight.

Don't be impatient and don't let your opponents hold you back.
The second scar and the prophet camp, this time in the hidden copy, he must avenge his shame!
Everyone in the group has their own thoughts.

"Let's go."

Anlos said softly, and the player pushed him towards the art exhibition.

Through the glass, Anlos, who has high spiritual vision, has seen distorted oil-painted faces.

Watching them, waiting for their arrival.

[Hidden Copy: Oil Painting Exhibition]

【Officially begin】

[Please, please enjoy the masterpieces of art]

(End of this chapter)