I am really not the villain BOSS of the game!

Chapter 148 Magical Skills and Magical Medicine

【sunflower】

[Life is like fire, burning fiercely]

[Effect: When the health value is cleared to zero, the erosion rate is temporarily increased to avoid death, lasting 9 seconds]

Suddenly, the players' eyes were in a daze for a moment, and countless translucent threads appeared in the air, pouring secret knowledge into their brains.

[You have briefly acquired the skill "Sunflower"]

When they came back to their senses, all the players were shocked!
"I'll go! Magical skill! Definitely a magical skill!"

"This skill is so awesome! I feel like it destroys the balance!"

"What the hell! Anyway, it's us who benefit!"

"Haha! With this skill, Odin's Gun Guild is a loser! Praise the Lord Prophet!"

On the side, Er Dao Scar was confused.

He looked at the players who suddenly cheered like crazy, quickly grabbed Li Sanguang and asked:

"What happened?"

"What skills did you get?"

Li Sanguang's face beamed with joy: "I'll share the skill panel with you directly."

Perhaps because of their natural ability to overcome arrogance, Li Sanguang and Erdaobao unexpectedly got along well with each other, and had already become friends. Of course, it could also be because they were both quite dark.

When he saw the screenshot of the skill, Erdaoshan's eyes suddenly widened, revealing an unconcealable surprise.

There is no doubt that this skill will greatly reduce the mortality rate!
Although it is only the "Task Phase 2 trial version", it is just like the exclusive props for certain dungeons.

But there is no doubt that the skill [Sunflower] is a magical skill.

It is a "magical skill" gifted by the Prophet.

"Damn it, it can't be taught"

Erdaoscar murmured, his eyes almost glued to the skill screenshot.

Rubbing the hilt of the sword, he wished he could let Li Sanguang explode the gold coins on the spot.

"But," Er Dao Scar thought for a while, frowned and said, "You guys still don't have supplies! If you can't recover your blood in time, you will still die when the 9 seconds pass-"

Before he finished speaking, a clanging sound sounded from the end of the street.

I saw a crazy horse dragging a carriage and rushing over!
"Wow!"

The players quickly hid, and just before the carriage hit the wall, several figures jumped out.

With a "clang" sound, the figure fell to the ground, making a sound of metal colliding.

Professor Armstrong was protected by the knight. He stood up dizzy, looked at the confused players, and raised a simple and bright smile:

"Look, gentlemen and ladies! I'm bringing you medicine!"

With that said, Professor Armstrong opened the package that he had been holding in his arms.

Inside, there are bottles full of medicines.

The bright red and dark purple mixed together, reflected in the widened eyes of the players, were extremely magnificent.

——Healing potion!
A package full of healing potions! ! !
All the players were stunned, staring in fascination at the magnificent color slowly flowing in the glass bottle, and even held their breath involuntarily.

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At this time, Erdaoscar could no longer speak.

There are skills that can bring the dead back to life, and there are potions that can restore blood.

Even the experience required for upgrading is much more than other players due to camp tasks.

Although Er Dao Scar hunted more oil painting monsters than Li Sanguang, the final level was actually worse.

Admired.

Er Dao Scar was deeply envious.

If you also join the prophet camp, no, no, no!
What was he thinking? !
Erdao Scar was frightened by the thought that came to his mind unconsciously, and quickly shook his head.

He is a lone wolf player! Free and easy, always!
No one can try to restrain themselves, not even when God comes!
Escorting Professor Armstrong to the Lower City, in addition to the knight "NPC" of the Eternal Scorching Sun, there was also an elite player from the Odin Gun Guild, the Wheelchair God of War.

Seeing the second scar, the wheelchair-bound God of War asked in surprise and confusion: "Have you joined the prophet camp?"

Their guild has been extending an olive branch to Erdao Scar, an assassin player with great potential.

But what I always got was a mocking and dismissive "I refuse."

If he rejected their guild and instead joined the prophet camp, wouldn't that mean that——

Erdaoscar immediately denied: "I'm not, I don't have it, you're just talking nonsense!"

As he said this, Er Dao Scar glared at the wheelchair-bound God of War fiercely, as if this simple question had touched his sensitive point.

As a result, the wheelchair-bound God of War and Monk Erzhang were confused, wondering how he could offend this uncle.

Regardless, the wheelchair-bound God of War breathed a sigh of relief.

He started and looked around.

After getting off the frantic carriage, he realized how dilapidated the surrounding environment was.

In the air, in addition to the pungent smell of paint, there is also a rotten stench that seems to be everywhere.

Like a basement where bacon has gone bad, it smells so bad that every breath is torture.

They were in a relatively large circular square, surrounded by houses crowded together.

Pipelines and clotheslines straddle the alleys like a cobweb hanging over downtown.

The wheelchair-bound God of War could see pairs of alert eyes exposed behind the curtains of the house, looking down at him and the knights, looking at the shining light armor on their bodies. "Don't meet their eyes."

The knight next to the wheelchair-bound God of War said, the eyes exposed between the masks looking straight ahead.

"They were drug addicts, ungodly people."

"These were the cultists who captured Anlos before."

"If you ask me, the Lower City area has long been ruined. The light of the eternal scorching sun has never shined here. There is no need to save it."

".oh."

The wheelchair-bound god of war responded hesitantly.

Life is divided into high and low, and it is worthy of being the eternal scorching sun high above.

Seeing the professor handing out bottles of healing potions and even several tubes of purple high-level healing potions so easily, the knight felt a pang of pain.

I couldn’t help but ask:

"Professor Armstrong, why did you give such a precious potion to these people in the Lower City?"

Ordinary red healing potions are okay. Their knights have hoarded them, so they are not uncommon.

But the purple potion flowing with magnificent color is different.

It was a "magic medicine" that could bring patients with severe burns back to life with just one tube.

This tube of liquid made Armstrong Pafra, a name that was originally ridiculed, become the leader of herbal medicine praised by the empire.

It is formulated from extraordinary tree sap extracted from plants cultivated by Professor Armstrong himself.

It is said that this plant grows secretly in Professor Armstrong's exclusive cultivation room, and no one has ever seen its true appearance.

Therefore, even if you know the formula, you cannot reproduce it, let alone mass-produce it.

As a result, even a drop of it is hard to find.

Professor Armstrong looked up at him, letting the rain of paint stain his gray beard, and asked in confusion:

"If you give them healing potions, they can heal their injuries, right?"

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The knight choked.

What a reasonable nonsense.

"But, but! They are from the Lower City!"

The knight emphasized the words "Lower City".

"At least, we shouldn't waste such precious high-level healing potions on them!"

Hearing this, Li Sanguang was unhappy. Holding two tubes of high-level healing potions, he calmly said to the knight of the eternal scorching sun:
"You want to die?"

The words fell.

Sweeping the ground, dozens of players around them all drew their swords and looked at the knight with novel and hot eyes.

Human NPCs, they haven’t killed them yet.

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The knight's face turned pale, and he looked at this group of ragged people in shock and disbelief.

He didn't even retreat in the face of the nightmare monster, but he couldn't help but take a step back.

What a terrible look!

It was as if he was not treated as a similar person at all!
Like hyenas, they will swarm when they smell blood.

These, who are these people!
Since the Odin's Spear Guild is attached to the Knights of the Eternal Sun, and players are under the management of the guild, they are relatively orderly.

Therefore, it was the first time for the knight to see the terrifying aspect of the fourth natural disaster.

"No, it's unreasonable!"

After saying these words, the knight drew his sword.

Together with his companions, he escorted Professor Armstrong and walked quickly in the direction from which he came.

At the junction, another carriage was waiting.

——I can’t stay in this broken city for a second!
Before leaving, the wheelchair-bound God of War couldn't help but approach Li Sanguang and asked, "Hey, buddy, do you want to sell this high-end healing potion of yours?"

Li Sanguang happily held two tubes of purple potion and said with a grin, "I won't sell it."

Wheelchair God of War: "."

Just do it.

Anyway, with just the healing potion, death is inevitable when there are so many monsters.

In this main battle, their Odin's Gun Guild is definitely the party that gained the most.

Unless the little holy son Anros can really make some big moves in the nightmare realm with amber eyes.

But—how is that possible?

After all, Anlos is just a delicate and frail human being.

Last time he made a copy of the oil painting, he missed a rare-looking drop.

This time, he must win the title and take the treasure as his own!

The wheelchair-bound God of War followed the large troops and walked uptown, feeling extremely excited.

I just feel that I have the winning ticket in my hand.

(End of this chapter)