I am really not the villain BOSS of the game!

Chapter 138 What is a real nightmare invasion?

A large amount of dirty paint poured down from the top, drowning the oil painting monster.

As if it was trapped in a quagmire, the oil painting monster showed a frightened expression, roaring and struggling, but could not help but sink.

Eventually, it sinks into it and falls into the stomach of a more powerful predator.

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This sudden "oriole" surprised Li Sanguang and Erdao Scar, but it also bought them time.

Li Sanguang swung his sword at the squirming paint, and Er Dao Scar dodged into the shadows, appeared from behind the little boy, and picked him up.

Seeing that the little boy was out of danger, Li Sanguang finally breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved.

Unlike their group of players, NPCs are dead when they die, and the same face will not appear again. During this time, he has become deeply aware of this.

While sighing at the excellent production of the game, I also developed some real feelings for the NPCs and cherished their lives even more.

The blade of the sword sank into the paint, just like sinking into a thick mire. Instead, it was imprisoned, unable to pull it out, and unable to move.

The paint flows and gradually forms the shape of the facial features.

This process of losing consciousness gave Li Sanguang an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.

Ok?
The facial features are scattered everywhere
Memories came to mind, Li Sanguang's eyes gradually brightened, and he shouted in surprise: "Portrait!"

It’s a portrait of the prophet’s camp!

[It’s me,] the oil-painted mouth opens and closes, [Next time you stab me with a sword, I will eat you, human being. 】

"Hahaha!"

Li Sanguang laughed.

He took out another dagger from his arms, placed it in front of the portrait, and said with a smile:

"The last time the Knights of the Eternal Burning Sun came to arrest someone, you left me and escaped. We haven't settled the matter yet."

portrait:【.】

【snort! I'm giving you a chance to express yourself! 】

There is nothing guilty about the portrait.

Even if it kills someone while driving someone else's car, it will still say that it was the other person who hit it.

The portrait let go of Li Sanguang's sword, and the paint stretched, condensing into an adult male figure.

Wearing shabby clothes, he has a thin body, a withered face, and only one pair of eyes with an arrogant look.

"Who is this? I've never seen you use it before."

Li Sanguang looked at it curiously.

[Just an unlucky guy who met me unfortunately. ] The portrait smiled sinisterly, [My name is Ron, the person who sells pirated paintings is a degenerate who dedicated his soul to nightmares. 】

"Oh, it's not a pity to die."

Li Sanguang nodded seriously and received a disdainful sneer from the portrait.

At this time, Erdaobao walked out of the shadows with the little boy in his arms and interjected: "Stop talking nonsense, what are you doing here?"

The boy hugged Erdaoscar's neck and looked at them in horror.

However, there was a deeper numbness in those eyes, as if they had lost hope in life.

This is a portrayal of the vast majority of poor people in lower urban areas.

【Rubbish! You still have the nerve to ask me what’s wrong! ] The portrait taunted him back unceremoniously, crossed his arms, and said proudly, [Be happy! It is on the orders of the Prophet to help you weak humans! 】

Its oil-painted eyes rotate slowly like a whirlpool, and the color blocks interweave with greedy and malicious light.

[Hehehe, the energy contained in nightmare monsters is much richer than that of you humans]

"Why do I feel like a cow eating McDonald's?" Li Sanguang muttered.

Ignoring this detail, Li Sanguang's eyes lit up and he felt excited.

Help is finally here!

In the days without supplies, every player staying in the lower city is struggling to support themselves, and the weak balance may be broken at any moment.

Now, this situation is finally about to reverse.

The rich and pungent paint flows out from the feet of the portrait, and every step he takes carries a chilling pressure.

I don't know how many times stronger than those oil painting monsters that are still carrying heavy frames.

"Haha, Odin's Gun Guild would never have thought that they were not the only ones to have help."

Er Dao Scar grinned and pressed the little boy's head, his eyes shining with excitement.

Li Sanguang glanced at him and held back his smile. This is said as if you are already a member of the prophet camp.

Sure enough, no one can escape the law of true fragrance.

at the same time.

Downtown area.

west.

The blue goblin licked the dark blue fingers covered with thick liquid, lowered his eyes and looked down at the corroded and soft picture frame on the ground, contentedly enjoying the players' ardent compliments.

east.

One after another, beautiful roses bloom on the melted corpse, with lamprey-like fangs flowing with fluid, and the roots constantly absorb nutrients from the paint.

south.

The strange tree with a big mouth growing on its abdomen not only spits out purple liquid, but also makes the oil painting monsters bubble like boiling water, increase in value excessively, and tear themselves to pieces in the roar.

——Fight the invasion of nightmares with the invasion of nightmares.

The lower city area turned into a chaotic carnival.

"Hey, do you know what to say at this time?"

Li Sanguang teased the little boy who was looking at the outside world with a daze, and raised a bright smile.

"At this time, we should say——"

"Praise the Lord Prophet!"

The far other side.

The far north shrouded in darkness.

Under the covert care of the "Prophet", Anros and his party passed through the dense forest without any danger and arrived at the huge lake that was said to be connected to the River Styx.

Under the wind and snow, the lake was covered with a thick layer of ice, making it possible for people to pass.

"S-be careful."

Frankenstein turned up the gas light, and because of the cold and nervousness, his big teeth clicked together, and he said hoarsely:

"Prince Oli, didn't you say he would be waiting for you at the lake? I don't know where he will launch a surprise attack."

At first glance, the lake is extremely flat.

In the distance, a few faint lights swayed, those were other students.

Anlos nodded.

The cane clattered on the solid ice of the lake, and the snow-covered boots continued to take step after step towards the finish line.

The atmosphere gradually became tense.

Everyone concentrated their full attention, and the Uno brothers and sisters followed closely behind without saying a word.

Suddenly, Anlos's ears twitched.

He stopped, his eyes were like torches, and his sharp gaze shot forward through the blizzard.

Several other people also stopped immediately and looked in the direction of Anlos' gaze.

Ahead, in the darkness, there were only a few faint lantern lights swaying.

Then, in everyone's eyes, those few points of light suddenly shook violently a few times, and then suddenly fell downwards and disappeared.

Like, sinking into the lake.

However, in this far north, the ice on the lake is several meters thick!

How could it possibly break!

The only answer is that Ollie is here.

“Crack, click, click—!”

Accompanied by the sound of shattering, several huge and deep cracks quickly approached them like snakes that had locked onto their target!

Finally, the lake in the distance burst open like a landslide!

What caught everyone's eyes was a tall, headless horse that was dozens of meters high rising from the bottom of the lake!
Its body is blue and looks like a ghost.

The hard front hooves were raised high, and then stepped down with a bang!

"哐——!!!"

In an instant, the ice as hard as the earth shattered into pieces like brittle mica!
(End of this chapter)