I am really not the villain BOSS of the game!

Chapter 120 The person who organized the exhibition
The pale human faces were suspended in mid-air, so huge that you could clearly see the eyelashes on the empty eye sockets, which was full of oppression.

It was as if he had traveled back to the ancient Roman era, facing a moving marble statue that couldn't be more real, with wisps of blood and tears running down his face.

With that sharp and piercing cry, it was announced that the final BOSS battle had begun.

The players all showed expressions of nervousness and excitement, raised their swords, and stood ready.

Facing such a terrifying and counterintuitive monster, there was no trace of fear on his face.

This made the portrait look sideways, a little surprised.

Even if you are not afraid of death, as a human being, you should instinctively feel fear.
Where did the master find such a bunch of weirdos?
Looking at the family members who stood in front of him without flinching, Anros's lips curled up slightly.

This is another great thing about players: fearlessness.

No matter how much you pursue a sense of immersion, no matter how realistic your “modelling” is.

In the eyes of players, this is still a virtual game after all.

With weapons, you can turn a horror game into a shooting game.

Just light up the health bar and you can kill.

That's it.

There is a natural difference between them and these "natives".

【Ahhhhh——! ! ! 】

Faces with big mouths open, wailing, blood and tears flying across the air, roaring towards the players!

"Kill!!!"

"This BOSS will definitely drop a lot of experience points! Come on, brothers!"

"For the Prophet!"

Players swarmed forward while dodging attacks, waving their swords like chopping vegetables.

Positively, they pushed the portraits aside, fearing that this helper NPC would steal their heads.

I looked at the portrait for a moment, stunned, and suddenly in awe.

Fierce!

He must have been brainwashed!

Rumbling--

Smoke and dust were everywhere, the ground was shaking, all the glass was broken, and the scene was chaotic.

The bright red liquid, whether it was blood or paint, splashed on the ground and glass like ink, and filled the air with a pungent smell.

When the players stabbed the pale white face with their sharp swords, they were surprised to find that the touch was different from before!
The previous portraits were as stiff and inflexible as if they were struck by a linen canvas.

But these pale white faces look like they have been smeared with paint, and when chopped, they look just like real human skin!
What exactly is its canvas made of? !

The answer is horrifying to think about.

The players looked at the huge portrait standing in the center, and their eyes became suspicious.

[There is no mistake, this is human skin. 】The portrait said that as a member of the same race, it is more aware of the strangeness of this painting, 【A canvas made up of countless faces of young girls! 】

[I don’t know how big the spread can be before the resentment condenses into this twisted and ugly thing! 】

【Ahhhhh——! ! ! 】

As if responding to it, the blood and tears on the pale white face flowed more violently, and the mouth opened to the extreme, occupying nearly two-thirds of the face, forming a round hole.

The wailing was incessant and harsh, as if they wanted to vent their endless pain.

Anlos' white hair was blown back by the strong wind, revealing his smooth forehead and a pair of ice-blue eyes.

He watched all this quietly, and all the splashing paint and glass fragments stopped in front of him, blocked by an invisible barrier.

In the ice blue eyes, the pale and distorted face was reflected.

As long as you kill this BOSS, this dungeon will be considered complete——

really?
[Task three: capture the copy of the oil painting exhibition]

And, [The tree that saves the heads of sinners]!
Anlos moved, for the first time since entering the art exhibition.

He stood up from his wheelchair and looked not far away at the spiral staircase leading to the third floor.

A new mission has been posted!
【Faction mission update! 】

【The culprit! 】

[The designated player will follow the Holy Son Anlos Tian and go to the third floor to kill/severely injure the person holding the art exhibition. The remaining players will stay on the second floor to resist the Sinner’s Head Tree and buy time]

[Designated Player: Kind and Honest Li Sanguang]

The kind and honest Li Sanguang was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes burst with surprise.

Although other family members are envious, the kind and honest Li Sanguang did make the greatest contribution, so there is nothing wrong with choosing him.

Moreover, staying on the second floor and resisting the BOSS is not without experience points.

"Follow your orders, Lord Prophet!"

Li Sanguang shouted excitedly, even more passionately, clearing the way and escorting Anlos to the stairs of the third floor.

At the same time, Anlos also greeted the portrait and told it, which was fighting vigorously, that there would be a good show here.

then.

The portrait immediately swam over and wrapped around Anros.

Upon seeing this, other players will know:

This is the generous prophet who has issued another mission to his relatives.

Er Dao Scar did not hesitate, and immediately gave up hunting the final BOSS, followed An Luos closely, and exchanged glances with Li Sanguang.

Li Sanguang: "Aren't you a fool all day long and dislike us? Why are you still here!"

Er Dao Scar: "I despise you, but I don't despise this kid. If you fail to protect him and let him die, I won't be able to play anymore."

Li Sanguang said angrily: "How can you blaspheme the Holy Son! Show me some respect!"

Er Dao Scar rolled his eyes: "Childish." I think you two are quite childish.

Anlos was sandwiched between the two of them, speaking to the left and right. The noise made his head buzz, and he said in a cold voice:
"Shut up."

Li Sanguang immediately fell silent, put his hand on his mouth, and zipped up.

Er Dao Scar clicked his tongue, but he really remained silent.

The figures of three people and one monster quickly disappeared at the end of the stairs.

"There must be something up there," the members of Odin's Gun Guild looked at each other, "Who's going?"

"I go!"

The single wolf jumped out immediately and jumped up in a swish, without caring about the opinions of other teammates.

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The expressions of the other three players became ugly, but they didn't say anything. They concentrated their attention and refocused on the BOSS in front of them.

Anyway.

If the bachelor wolf screws up again this time, they won't be able to see each other again.

Second scar, prophet camp!
The lone wolf stared at the figure in front of him, his eyes almost bursting with fire.

I must return all the humiliation I suffered earlier!
The sound of fighting gradually faded away, and the long spiral staircase seemed to be endless.

"How big is the art museum?" Li Sanguang was out of breath. He looked down and felt dizzy. "If we go any further, we will have to go to the sky!"

[Master,] the portrait hugged Anros and frowned, [Why do I feel like this place is like my nightmare space, without an end? 】

That's right.

Here, you really can’t reach the third floor.

There is also a hidden boss in the hidden copy of the oil painting exhibition.

If the player kills the Sinner's Head Tree, the museum will collapse on its own, and the hidden BOSS will disappear.

And if you climb up in advance, you will never end the climb. You will get stuck on the stairs and cannot go up or down. You will have to go back by yourself.

But - players all have great powers.

Anros raised the corner of his mouth, and when he saw his appearance, he understood the portrait clearly.

Stable.

"Li Sanguang, do you still remember the portrait of the Hanged Man that you first killed?" Anlos said.

"Yes, I remember." Li Sanguang nodded and scratched his head in confusion, "Is there any problem?"

"The Hanged Man means reversal." Anlos said slowly, looking at Li Sanguang's eyes slowly widening, the smile on his lips deepened.

"Could it be——!" Li Sanguang shouted in disbelief, "Are we going to go from underneath?!"

He pointed to the bottom of the spiral staircase, where there was a riot of colors intertwined with paint.

"You're right, plus one point~"

Anlos smiled.

"In all nightmare spaces, there is a place to come in and a place to go out. They are called [doors]."

"We are going through the [Gate] to reach another place that is inaccessible to us in reality!"

"Arrived at the location of the person holding the art exhibition!"

"Please come with me, my dear retinue."

Anlos stretched out his hand to Li Sanguang, and his voice seemed to be full of magic, stroking away all the thoughts in Li Sanguang's mind that Anlos was crazy.

His eyes became firm, he held Anlos' hand, and without hesitation, followed him and the portrait and jumped.

The figure quickly turned into a small dot.

". Damn it, you're committing suicide."

The straight man with two scars had goosebumps all over his body and muttered in disgust.

"But, it's interesting."

There was a flash of crazy interest in his eyes.

Putting his hands in his pockets, he walked to the outside of the stairs, stepped on the air, and suddenly fell down.

The last single wolf looked livid, and had no choice but to grit his teeth and follow closely behind.

The howling wind blew across his face and echoed in his ears.

Anros looked at the ever-expanding array of colors, and the familiar patterns gradually became clearer.

The feeling of weightlessness made his blood boil and his internal organs trembled instinctively.

An extremely pleasant feeling broke through the throat and gushes out of the mouth:

"Ha, hahahaha!"

Anlos grinned, opened his arms, and laughed uncontrollably under the surprised eyes of Li Sanguang, Er Dao Scar and Single Wolf.

soon.

The colorful colors of the bottom layer finally revealed its full appearance.

This turned out to be a long picture scroll.

Among them are the paintings on display in this art gallery, which are chaotic and crowded, and have a weird beauty.

They bumped into this huge painting, and the rich smell of paint penetrated their noses and penetrated deep into their bodies.

After a while, the world was spinning.

The portrait slowly opened its eyes and got up from the ground in a daze.

The scene that caught his eye made him frown.

Then, his eyes suddenly widened in shock!

Isn't this the bedroom of Les Louis, the eldest daughter of the Louis family and "its" sister? ! !
　Come on, come on!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)