I am really not the villain BOSS of the game!

Chapter 145: Starting from a super position to show respect

【Heart Lantern】

[Quality: rare grade]

[Effect: Hold it up, and it will dispel the fog and obscuration for you, illuminate the way forward, and reveal the true appearance of things]

[Description: A gift from the goat guardian, lighting the way forward with life and igniting the light of hope in the new world. 】

【"Give your heart to my Lord."】

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Anros looked at the lantern in amazement and at the magnificent heart burning inside.

Through the glass cover, the red glow even illuminated the dark space and was reflected in the empty eye sockets of the goat skull.

The red light guides the way forward, the breath of nightmare rises, and this endless fall is about to reach its end.

Anlos looked down and saw faces clustered together, with dark mouths that zoomed in rapidly.

【Good luck.】

The goatman's black robe closed like a curtain, and his figure gradually disappeared.

The low and hoarse voice slowly escaped Anlos' ears.

【I will pray forever】

Anros fell into a mountain of human faces that stretched out their skinny claws toward him, twitching and roaring.

"boom--!!!"

The bright red paint splashed out like a balloon filled with water.

The hidden plot is really well done.

He actually gave me a rare prop.

Although it is still not explained, whose body is this goat man who turned into a skeleton and still prays to the Lord, who is his disciple.

Anlos thought to himself and nodded with satisfaction.

The power of nightmare lingered around Anlos, and the whole person was like a machete slashed from above, splitting the human face into two halves!

【Ah ah ah ah ah! ! ! 】

Countless faces screamed miserably, the faces painted in oil paintings were distorted to the extreme, and their eyes changed from greed to strong fear.

They wanted to hide, but their bodies were as bloated as a mountain of flesh, and they could only wave their skinny arms feebly.

As a meeting gift, it's a bit too grand.

Anlos thought to himself, sealing his ears with the power of nightmare, and countless overlapping screams made his head buzz.

——When Frankenstein and his party got up from the ground in a daze, they saw this shocking scene.

"Then, what is that?"

Teemo murmured in a cry, his legs shaking like chaff.

No one answered him because they didn't know the answer either.

The mountain of human faces that stood in front of them, making their heads ache just by looking at it, was spewing out waterfalls of bright red paint.

【Ah ah ah ah! ! ! 】

The overlapping high-pitched screams drilled into their ears like drills, making them retching.

What kind of monster is this?

And what on earth is it that has tormented it to this point?
When the blood stains spread to the ground, everyone held their breath.

At that moment, Frankenstein was even prepared to be split in half by the invisible machete.

"Woo."

Gulia let out suppressed sobs. The son of the tribe, who had been running in the wilderness since childhood, was now so frightened that he began to cry.

Her petite body trembled like chaff, clinging tightly to her brother's arms.

The mountain of human flesh that was split in half collapsed on the ground, squirming and heaving, and letting out intermittent moans.

Snap, snap, snap.

From the middle section, a sound of footsteps sounded, instantly making everyone tense their backs.

Frankenstein gulped and thought to himself:
Is the mastermind behind the scenes, the ultimate evil thing, finally coming?
Haha, choosing this extremely bloody appearance is really in line with the nature of the nightmare monster.
Just as he was thinking this, a beautiful and fair little face appeared in his sight.

Ok?
Anlos stepped on the broken mountain of flesh and looked at them in surprise, his ice-blue eyes widened, waving his little hands, and running towards them.

Sweep the floor.

Everyone took a step back, looking horrified.

Don't come here! ! !

I thought the villain had arrived, but it turned out to be you? !
You are scarier than a monster! ! !
Only Inashal rushed forward to greet him.

She took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped away a little paint from Anlos' hair.

Anlos blinked, looked up, and smiled sweetly.

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Suddenly, Inashal's cheeks turned red, she lowered her head slightly and looked away. Look, Frankenstein is amazed.

It is indeed the [Lover] card.

Can you show off in such an occasion?

"Brother Anlos? What on earth is going on?"

Gulia asked tremblingly, looking timidly at that beautiful face.

Anlos shook his head, saying that he didn't know what happened.

Seeing this, Frankenstein frowned, suspicious.

Anros is physically weak, and theoretically speaking, his magic power should not be able to support the powerful magic that was chopped down in the air like a machete.
at this time.

There was only a gurgling sound, accompanied by a scream that scratched the eardrums.

The human face, which was divided into two halves, started to squirm tremblingly again!
As if the most terrifying nightmares of mankind were twisted together, countless human faces opened their big black mouths, stretched out countless arms like dry wood, and crawled toward them with their bloated bodies!
"Well!"

Frankenstein was shocked and turned pale.

He subconsciously wanted to take out the tarot cards, but his fingers trembled, and the tarot cards slipped out of his fingers and fell to the ground.

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Frankenstein was stunned, staring blankly at the upside-down tarot cards on the ground.

He has never been unable to hold Tarot cards——

No.

When Anlos was doing a divination for the first time, didn't he fall down and drop the tarot cards all over the floor?
Any seemingly unrelated mistake or incident is a directive from the goddess of destiny.

This is why Frankenstein always randomly draws Tarot cards when he thinks there is no way out.

With this, he survived two promotion trials.

But why, when facing this terrifying monster like spiritual pollution, can he not hold Tarot cards?

A thought flashed through Frankenstein's mind -

This is because now is not the time for him to risk his fate.

At the same time, a soft voice floated past his ear:

——"[Crush it]."

This voice was as gentle as the spring breeze, but every word contained a power that frightened Frankenstein and was extremely heavy.

caught in his eyes.

It was his junior disciple, Anros, with his raised mouth corners and ice-blue eyes looking directly at the human face.

Inside, there was a glow of excitement.

The moment the words fell, the two halves of the human face were suddenly crushed into two meat patties from above, and dark red blood spurted out like squeezed orange juice.

Not even a scream came out.

Just for a brief moment.

died.

【伱kill the "condensed mountain of meat"! 】

[Get 120 experience points! 】

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Dead silence filled the crowd.

No one spoke, except for Inashal, who was still cold. Everyone opened their mouths and stared at the scene in front of them in stunned silence.

"call--"

Anlos took out a breath, turned his head, stuck out his tongue, and said distressedly and playfully:
"Not talking is really frustrating~"

Just now, what Anros used was [Listen to my true words].

He used the silence time to mortgage his health, and finally consumed 11% of his health.