I am really not the villain BOSS of the game!

Chapter 159 Who said we have no skills?

This sword stabbed the entire battle.

"You, how dare you?!"

The eyes of the knights of the eternal scorching sun were about to burst. Their sharp swords were wrapped in scorching flames and struck at the two scars!

Erdaobao turned his steps and turned sideways to avoid it.

As an assassin, he was already very fast, but his clothes were still burned and immediately caught fire.

Fight head-on, not weak.

Erdaoscar's eyes widened slightly and he judged in his heart.

He clicked his tongue impatiently, took a step back, and then his steps sank into the shadows, and his figure disappeared.

Then, walking out from behind Li Sanguang and the others, a pair of three-white eyes stared directly at the knight, cold and bloodthirsty, like cruel beasts.

Li Sanguang glanced at Erdao Scar and said nothing.

Instead, together with his companions from the prophet camp, he drew his sword and faced off against the knights in shining silver armor.

Seeing this, the leader of Odin's Gun Guild, Gangnir, who came with him, frowned.

Er Dao Scar. Have you joined the prophet camp?

Ganggnir couldn't help but feel a little anxious, because Erdao Scar was a lone wolf player with a strong personal style and had a small reputation.

Just now, a backstab and a critical hit to the heart directly took away the life of a knight captain, showing considerable strength and decisiveness.

He is very optimistic about Er Dao Scar and believes that Er Dao Scar can make great achievements in this game with a high degree of freedom.

However, as a lone wolf player, Erdao Scar has always refused his solicitation.

But now.
Why did he suddenly become so close to the Prophet camp?

Is it because we kill monsters in the same place?
Gangnir was puzzled.

"What are you still doing?" The knight shouted angrily, awakening Gangnir's thoughts. "Captain Maria's order is to eliminate all things related to nightmares!"

"Of course, including these cultists!"

【Mission update! 】

[Kill all units hostile to the Knights of the Eternal Burning Sun! 】

[Reward: favorability of the Knights of the Eternal Burning Sun, exclusive sword skill of the Eternal Burning Sun "Fire Sword Slash"]

Seeing the reward, Gangnir's hesitation disappeared immediately.

He nodded to the elite players who came with him and accepted the task.

He drew his sword and pointed it at Li Sanguang and his party.

Li Sanguang's face became ugly, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Gangnir, you have to think carefully! Do you want to go against us and the prophet?"

Before the president could respond, the guild's elite player and wheelchair war god grinned and said: "Getting rid of you cultists is exactly what a righteous person should do!"

What's more, the rewards are rich.

As long as you complete the mission, you can obtain exclusive sword skills, and you don't have to be tied to the eternal scorching sun, you can leave at any time.

Again, it’s an official organization and a decent person.

No matter how you look at it, it's better than the prophet camp!
The wheelchair-bound God of War licked the corners of his mouth, full of fighting spirit.

The prophet's camp only had a few supplies from the herbal medicine professor, and by now, they were probably all used up.

I don’t even know how many times I died, how much experience and level I lost.

And they, with the help of the eternal scorching sun, only increase rather than decrease.

The battle in the oil painting gallery has not been forgotten by the wheelchair war god.

They spent a lot of manpower and material resources, but got nothing. They became the target of ridicule on the forum, and even became the shame of the guild.

This time, they must avenge their shame!
call--

The cold wind stirred up the clothes of both parties, which was reflected in the surrounding dilapidated buildings, and the eyes of both pairs of people looking down.

The atmosphere is on the verge of breaking out.

"--superior!!!"

With a loud shout from the Eternal Burning Sun Knight, both sides rushed forward together!
The steel swords are intertwined, and the golden swords are clashing!
The scorching flames dyed the night sky red, burning on the unsuspecting players, causing continuous damage!

Not only that.

There is still a big level difference between them and these knights!

"boom!"

Li Sanguang swung his sword with difficulty, cutting a dent in the knights' hard armor.

The hot tongue of fire licked his skin, causing fine beads of sweat to form on his forehead on a cold winter night, and he smelled the aroma of roasted meat on the tip of his nose.

A flash of sword light flashed, and a ball of blood burst out from Li Sanguang's shoulder.

It wasn't until the pain arose that he slowly dodged away.

Immediately afterwards, before Li Sanguang could stand firm, he saw the wheelchair-bound God of War shouting loudly and slamming into him from the side like an angry rhinoceros!

"boom!"

A strong force directly knocked Li Sanguang away!
"grass!"

Li Sanguang couldn't help but uttered a curse word and was thrown to pieces! As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the sharp sword tip that was zooming towards him.

In an instant, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he instinctively felt a sense of fear!
"Pfft!"

The sword blade penetrated his abdomen, and Li Sanguang yelled "Ah", as if he had stepped on a chicken's neck.

"We won."

The wheelchair-bound god of war grinned proudly, his rough face full of determination to win.

He pulled out his sword and blood spurted out, fatally wounding him.

"You are despicable! You actually help these capitalists with eyes and noses!" Li Sanguang accused angrily, with blood splattering everywhere.

The wheelchair-bound God of War shrugged: "Get it clear, you are the evil organization."

Li Sanguang wanted to say something else, but his health quickly dropped to zero and his chest stopped rising and falling.

The same situation also happened to other players in the prophet camp.

Just relying on the large number of people and the nightmare monsters in their own camp, they were barely able to maintain a stalemate with the knights, and players continued to fall.

There is no doubt that we won this battle.

The wheelchair-bound God of War breathed out easily from his nose, and his mind was already thinking about that moment of elation.

Just when he looked away and was about to continue to hit other players, he suddenly realized something.

wrong.

Li Sanguang is dead.

But what about kill tips?
The moment this doubt arose, a chilling feeling instantly ran up the back of the wheelchair-bound God of War!
The moment he lowered his head, a line of dirty paint rose up, filling his entire field of vision!

In the middle, right next to him, was Li Sanguang's smiling face with misaligned features.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

The tall wheelchair-bound god of war screamed.

He subconsciously swung his sword to strike, but his arm got stuck in the thick paint.

The next second, his vision went black, and the paint poured into his eye sockets, mouth and nose, shattering his brain from the inside!

[The health value is cleared to zero! You are dead]

Until his feet stepped on the ground again and his vision returned, the wheelchair-bound God of War did not come back to his senses.

He gasped violently, staring ahead in shock and shock at the sudden reversal of the battle situation!

Players who were supposed to be killed stood up one after another.

Their bodies turned into thick paint, their eyes were filled with bloodthirsty cruelty and excitement, and they were killing everything hostile without any rules!
【Ha ha ha ha! ! ! 】

Feeling the connection between himself and this power, the portrait laughed happily, with the corners of his mouth reaching to the ears on that terrifying face.

It was mocking, mocking the stupid humans who had broken into their lair and mistakenly thought they had the upper hand.

The bright red roses swayed and opened up circles like lamprey-like slits. Together with the strange trees, they swallowed any human who dared to approach them.

The blue fairy smiled cleverly, exuding a charming atmosphere, and took away lives one by one with every move.

When the players of the prophet camp come back from the dead and gain power that is no less than that of nightmare monsters.

The situation immediately reversed.

Players kept falling and became the Odin's Gun Guild.

But they were truly "dead".

The wheelchair-bound God of War's eyes flashed as a familiar figure appeared.

It was actually their guild leader, Gangnir.

Gangnir's face looked ugly because he was stabbed to death with two scars in the back.

It was equivalent to telling him bluntly that there would be no chance of cooperation in the future.

"Resurrection from the dead. This is definitely a skill!

The wheelchair-bound god of war shouted eagerly.

"But why does the prophet camp have such powerful abilities?!"