I am really not the villain BOSS of the game!

Chapter 161 The Prophet Arrives
In front of where the sharp sword points are the wanderers who should be protected by them.

Beside him, the corpses of his companions fell to the ground, their blood mixed with the dirty paint, making it extremely dazzling.

How could it become like this?
The question came to mind among the knights.

Just kill the nightmare monster, it should be that simple.

They are the righteous party and should have no reason to doubt anything.

Then why.

These low-class poor people who should be grateful to them actually resisted them and stood in front of them?
The night falls and the morning stars twinkle.

The moon casts a cool and elegant light, but it cannot illuminate the confusion shrouding the lower city.

Wisps of blood crawled up the eyeballs.

The knights looked at their fallen companions, and an uncontrollable violence rose in their hearts, overwhelming their reason.

From doubts to angry questions——

How dare they protect these murderers? !
The knight raised his sword in a flash, pointed the tip of the sword directly at the skinny old man in front, and roared:
"I'll give you one last chance - get out of the way!!!"

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The old man seemed to sigh and remained unmoved.

The hot flames were reflected in his cloudy eyes.

The next second, the flaming sword was raised!

Just as people on both sides rushed towards him, the knight kicked the old man!

"Boom!"

The old man fell heavily to the ground, paint splashed everywhere, and his thin clothes outlined his skeletal figure.

"What the hell?!"

The players immediately became angry and rushed forward with their swords raised. The originally stalemate battle broke out again!
"For the Prophet!"

Li Sanguang shouted, and the shining silver sword collided with the flaming sword.

People from Xiacheng District also rushed forward.

As if not afraid of death, he hugged the knights' armor with his bony arms, holding them back, making them restrained and afraid to move.

"Get away! Dirty rat!"

A knight roared angrily, his eyes were blood red and veins popped out on his forehead.

He flew up and used his paint-stained silver armor boots to kick away the boy who was hugging his calf.

"Boom!"

The boy flew far away like a ball and fell to the ground without saying a word.

Seeing this, the knight himself was stunned for a moment.

It's like he doesn't understand why he is so violent.

However, he was not stunned for long.

"Pfft!"

A flash of silver light flashed from his peripheral vision, making his pupils suddenly widen.

The shadow behind him surged, and Er Dao Scar stabbed his sword hard into his chest with such force that the hilt of the sword pressed against the armor.

Erdaoscar's lips wriggled a few times and he stared into the knight's eyes from bottom to top, his eyes were extremely sinister and frightening.

He whipped out his sword, and the knight turned around to slash, but Erdao Scar's left leg was drawn out like a long whip, carrying the strong wind, and hit the knight's knee accurately and sharply!
Hearing a crisp click, the knight screamed and fell to his knees. Erdao Scar kicked him in the face and knocked him to the ground.

".Damn, garbage."

Erdao Scar spat at the knight who was struggling on the ground and cursed in a low voice.

"mark!!!"

Seeing another companion fall, the knights were filled with grief and anger, and raised their swords to attack!
The flame of light given by the eternal scorching sun greets the human body recklessly and crazily!

Gold and gold clashed, silver light flashed, hatred intensified like a snowball, and there was chaos everywhere.

The edge of the battle.

The old man who was kicked down, with tears in his eyes, clasped his hands together, lowered his head, and prayed in a hoarse voice:

"O omniscient, indescribable prophet. Please use your power to end this terrible war!"

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The people supporting the old man looked at each other.

Looking at the fierce flames that burned them, they finally gritted their teeth and made up their minds.

The eternal scorching sun, the Twin Suns, never shined upon them.

Gradually, more and more people joined the old man, bowing their heads and praying devoutly:

"O omniscient, indescribable prophet."

"Please have mercy on us."

"Your humble followers beg for your mercy"

"I beg you to send down your mighty power and stop this terrible disaster."

They chanted quietly and numbly.

After a long time and countless failures, they completely gave up hope. This time, they just didn't want to hurt this group of reckless and impulsive warriors who were willing to protect them.

"Please use your great power to save your poor family members."

Hearing this, the knight snorted coldly.

If a few prayers can bring the gods to come, then how come they pray so faithfully for the eternal scorching sun every day, but no miracles come from them?

Not to mention, it’s an evil god related to nightmares.

the other side.

The Gun of Odin Guild has given up on its mission and is just watching the battle.

The wheelchair-bound God of War muttered: "Hiss—President, tell me, then the prophet will not really appear, right? Didn't it say on the forum that he once showed his hand and killed two scars in an instant?"

Ganggnir thought: "The prophet definitely exists. However, I don't think he will appear."

"Aren't the gods all above and don't care whether humans live or die? How could they show up so easily?"

"Too."

The wheelchair-bound God of War nodded and said with a smile:
"If an evil god really comes, and he's at the level of a prophet, let's play ball and kill him together."

The words have not yet fallen.

The smile hadn't faded from his rough face.

A cold, substantive aura came from the night.

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The wheelchair-bound God of War's smile froze, and his eyes widened, transforming into a kind of comical astonishment.

He and President Gangnir looked at each other, and both saw three letters in each other's eyes——

WTF? ? ?

As if countless invisible tentacles were stretched out, the chill that seemed to come from hell became stronger and stronger, slowly licking everyone's skin, leaving goose bumps.

Fear gradually gripped everyone's bodies.

The knights involuntarily stopped slashing and watched in shock as the flames burning on their swords slowly extinguished and cooled down.

The smooth sword surface reflected their stiff and fearful faces.

"Ahhh."

The praying old man made a hoarse breath. Like the others, he stopped chanting and looked up at the night in confusion and disbelief.

The old man's wide, cloudy eyes reflected the slowly rising bloody mist.

——Something is coming.

This is the thought that arises in everyone's mind.

"You, what on earth did you summon...?!"

The knight of the eternal scorching sun roared, his voice trembling along with his body, full of fear.

Only Li Sanguang and the others had a look of surprise in their eyes.

The bright moonlight was gradually obscured by the blood mist, and its brilliance disappeared.

A shadow loomed over them.

Unable to move.

They could only stare blankly, watching the blood mist slowly solidify and cover the sky. From above the night, an invisible line of sight was projected over them.

then.

A voice that did not distinguish between men and women, old or young, reached everyone's ears.

[Kneel down. 】

In an instant.

Just listen to a "dong" sound.

Except for the prophet camp and the residents of the lower city.

The knights of the Eternal Burning Sun and the members of the Odin's Gun Guild all knelt down uncontrollably!
It's like being suppressed by a big hand that can't resist!
!!!

In an instant, the pupils of the knights shrank suddenly!

Kneeling down to an evil god is a great betrayal and insult to the Gemini Sun!

The muscles all over their bodies were tense and their bones cracked with force, but it was to no avail.

Under that terrifying blood mist where their bodies and faces were invisible, they felt as small as ants!
Just two short words made them feel the supreme majesty.

The omniscient and indescribable prophet has actually arrived.

Actually, for a few words of prayer, for His family, I came to this ruined place in person.

At this moment, an indescribable emotion flashed across the eyes of the knights of the Eternal Burning Sun.

Odin's Gun Guild.

The wheelchair-bound God of War was lying on the ground, with his mouth wide open and his eyes widened to the extreme. Like a fool, he stared blankly up at the blood mist in the night.

There is only one thought in my mind:
Haha.

It’s over.

(End of this chapter)