I am really not the villain BOSS of the game!

Chapter 139 Favorability of the Undead Species

Looking at the headless horse that suddenly broke through the ice like a hill, everyone froze, gripped by fear.

The blue hair on the temples is flying in the wind and snow, the muscles are strong and powerful, and the figure is majestic.

This huge figure stood in front of them, showing how small they and human beings themselves were.

It seemed that one step of those millstone-like hooves could crush them all to death.

"W-what is this...?"

Frankenstein's dark red eyes widened, looking up at the headless horse in disbelief.

"elder brother."

Gulia clung to her brother in fear, but saw that Uno also bit his lower lip, and his originally pale face became completely drained of color.

What the hell is this?

Uno doesn't know.

The only thing that is clear is that with the current situation, they have no chance of defeating this behemoth.

Uno instinctively glanced at Anros, and saw that he also had a surprised look on his face, and couldn't help but feel his heart sink.

I thought that even Anlos, who possessed mysterious power, was shocked by this terrifying monster.

He even felt that he and his sister were going to be buried in this cold tomb.

Anlos: Hey, old acquaintance.

Isn't this the horse in the stream that he burned to charcoal and beheaded?

"I didn't expect it to be alive. No, in this state, it should have turned into an undead species after death."

Anlos murmured, his voice imperceptible, lost in the wind and snow.

A figure emerged from the dark front.

Ollie Victoria's abstract painting-like face appeared in everyone's eyes.

He grinned widely, almost reaching his ears, and his swirling eyes projected unconcealed malice.

[I have been waiting for you for a long time, Anlos.] Ollie stared at Anlos, with a sense of pride in his tone, [How does it feel to see your "old friend"? 】

Crunch, crunch.

The hoofs stepped on the broken ice, and the headless horse in the stream followed Ollie. The huge blue figure showed a clumsiness and sluggishness.

Did he lose his ability to think along with his head?
Ah~ Wouldn’t that be even more stupid?
Anros thought and couldn't help but sneered.

crunch.

Ollie and the horse in the stream stopped not far in front of everyone, standing with their hands behind their backs, like an insurmountable mountain.

[You must not have thought that the horse in the river that carries the soul to the River Styx can also turn into an undead, right? 】

Ollie said slowly.

[Beheaded by you with your own hands, I guess the horse in the stream must have strong feelings for you. 】

[There is no doubt that this emotion is called "hatred". 】

Hearing this, Anlos thought of something and his expression became strange.

He seemed to remember that after freeing the resentful infant, there was a reward for the undead species.
Ollie's smile widened, he was determined to win.

[Even if I fail to kill you with the help of your friends, I will definitely consume a lot of your energy! Sooner or later, you will pay the price for your evil deeds! There is no recovery! 】

Uno swallowed and asked in a low voice: "Anros, what exactly did you do? What exactly happened between you and that huge headless undead horse?"

He didn't think about the prototype of Anlos killing the horse in the stream at all.

Because, he subconsciously felt that this was impossible.

No matter how mysterious Anros is, he is still just a wizard apprentice.

There are only a few spells that he has mastered.

How is it possible to have the ability to personally kill a nightmare monster?
Frankenstein gritted his teeth, pulled out two tarot cards, and held them between his fingertips.

One is [Justice] and the other is [The Hanged Man].

This is Frankenstein's biggest trump card, and it consumes himself greatly.

However, now is not the time to reserve strength.

Even so, facing the headless undead horse with flying temples and an upright posture, Frankenstein had no chance of surviving.

Inashal's body was filled with flames, like flying red-orange ribbons, melting the ice under his feet into a layer of water, preparing for the battle.

The Uno brothers and sisters were seriously injured and retreated to the rear to avoid disturbing them, but they also drew their scimitars, their eyes sharp and solemn.

[Haha, you are overestimating your abilities. 】Oli raised a sarcastic smile, raised his hand, and pointed at Anros happily and impatiently, "Go, poor horse in the stream"

[Go and kill your enemies! ! ! 】

As soon as the words fell, the horse in the stream suddenly raised its neck, as if roaring silently, and the majestic momentum swept down! Just as Frankenstein held up his tarot cards and began to chant the spell, a white figure flashed from his peripheral vision.

"——Anlos?!"

The curse came to his lips, and it turned into a scream.

I saw Anros passing through the crowd and walking towards the headless undead horse alone.

This turn of events was something no one expected!

Anlos' snow-white hair flew behind his head, and his petite figure was swaying in the violent wind and snow. One can't help but worry whether he will be blown away by the wind and snow.

Crunch, crunch.

The undead horse came towards me.

The iron hoofs cracked the ice, making a rumble that was extremely shocking.

Compared with it, Anros looks extremely small, so insignificant.

"Anlos!" Frankenstein shouted again, anxiously, "Could he be bewitched? No, we can't let Anlos go and die in vain!"

He raised the tarot cards, and just as he was about to rush forward to retrieve Anlos, Uno grabbed him from behind.

"What are you doing?!"

Frankenstein glared at Uno, and a bad thought came to his mind.

Is Uno going to rebel?
Sure enough, he said that these two guys are not good people!

Sensing the killing intent in Frankenstein's eyes, Uno raised his arms helplessly and said, "Don't get me wrong. I know you are in a hurry, but don't be in a hurry first."

Uno turned his head and looked at the white-haired figure swaying in the wind and snow, his eyes shining with excitement and expectation.

He grinned and said:

"I think your Prince Olly plan is about to be shattered."

between words.

With a creak, the horse in the stream stopped in front of several people, in front of Anros.

As we got closer, the oppressive feeling of the tall body became even more intense, and the coldness hit our face and penetrated deep into our bones, indicating that this was an undead race that had lost the remaining warmth of its life.

Looking up, the neck was empty and the cross-section was flat, as if it had been decapitated with a sword.

Brother and sister Frankenstein and Uno couldn’t help but sigh:

What kind of powerful being must he be to be able to chop off the head of this monster with one sword!

Little did they know, this "powerful existence" was standing in front of them.

Anros also looked at the section and felt emotional.

But what he was thinking was: I really miss him.

A few months flew by in the blink of an eye.

In the tense atmosphere, the horse in the stream moved.

It slowly lowered its neck towards Anros, as if to examine who this overestimating person in the way was.

At this moment, Frankenstein couldn't help but hold his breath, and countless scenes of Anlos' death appeared in his mind.

What on earth is Anlos going to do?
I didn't see Anros in an attacking posture. Could it be that he still expected to tame this headless undead horse?

The very next moment this idea that Frankenstein thought was ridiculous and hilarious flashed through his mind.

In full view.

I saw Anros reaching out and touching the neck of this terrifying undead horse!
The undead horse showed a respectful and intimate look, lowering its lower body and letting Anlos touch it!

There was even a feeling of joy!

This scene is really too magical.

Frankenstein, Uno, and Gulia were all stunned on the spot, dumbfounded and unable to believe what their eyes saw.

Ollie even more so.

His proud smile completely froze on his face, turning into an unbelievable shock, like half-solidified cheese.

Ollie stared at this scene blankly. At this time, even if a thunder struck at his feet, he would not lose any consciousness.

There was total silence between heaven and earth, except for the howling wind and snow blowing between these "ice sculptures".

After more than ten seconds, a shrill and pitiful cry of astonishment was heard, coming from Oli's open mouth:

【This is impossible! ! ! 】

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(End of this chapter)