I am really not the villain BOSS of the game!

Chapter 162 Trial
The omniscient and inexpressible prophet has truly arrived.

No one doubts this.

The supreme pressure escaping from the surging blood mist weighed down on everyone like a mountain.

Invisible tentacles penetrated the leather and armor, licking their skin soaked in cold sweat.

Fear crept up their spines, and the knights prostrated themselves on the ground, unable even to tremble.

The eternal blazing sun that burns everything and the twin suns that purify everything.
Please protect your devout believers
They chanted the name of the eternal scorching sun in their hearts over and over again, seeking refuge.

However, the sword clenched in his hand was still cold and could not bring any comfort.

The Sun Twins they believed in, as always, did not respond to them.

The hearts of the knights gradually sank to the bottom.

Under the constraints of those two short words, they could do nothing.

He could only look up at the blood-colored mist that covered the moonlight in the night, and felt the highest fear.

Waiting for your own trial.

"Ah, it's the Prophet. The Prophet has really arrived."

The old man's eyes widened and he murmured.

Then, he knelt down with a plop and pressed his forehead deeply to the ground.

Others also came to their senses.

One after another, they knelt down, trembling and worshiping, offering their humble souls and lives to this bloody mist.

this moment.

The brilliance of the eternal scorching sun completely dissipated in their hearts.

The Prophet is their only belief.

A small hope arose in the hearts of these suffering people because He answered their calls and beggings.

Even though this is an undoubted evil god.

The happiest person present was the prophet camp.

Li Sanguang was extremely pleasantly surprised. Looking at the blood mist, it was like seeing a relative.

If it weren't for the wrong atmosphere, he would have jumped three feet high, pointed at the blood mist, and said to the Eternal Scorching Sun and Odin's Gun Guild - "Look! Our boss is here, you're done!".

[Faction mission: Protect the Red Rose Empire! mission completed! 】

The system prompt suddenly appeared in front of Li Sanguang and the others.

Their eyes suddenly lit up, and they quickly prepared screenshots and held their breath.

[The pupils have been closed. The Holy Son Anlos Tian has killed Samuel Louis, the traitor of the empire, with his sword. 】

[Family members, you have done a good job in protecting this abandoned lower city, and you have lived up to the name of the prophet. 】

[You have fully demonstrated your loyalty and bravery. 】

[Now, it’s finally time to rest. 】

【Just watch quietly. Blood mist filled the air, and the scorching sun fell. 】

[Get 100 basic experience points! 】

[Obtain high-level healing potion × 1]

[The person with the highest contribution: Li Sanguang, received an additional permanent skill "Sunflower"! 】

!!!

When he saw the reward, Li Sanguang couldn't hold it back. He jumped up on the spot and cheered silently, receiving a huge wave of envy, jealousy and hatred.

Permanently get a skill comparable to "resurrection from the dead"!
Cheating, this is definitely cheating! ! !

The other players are so envious and want to give this guy a slap on the head!
but.

Their rewards are also generous enough.

Not to mention the experience points that are enough for them to upgrade to at least two levels in one breath, the high-level healing potion alone is hard to find!
Rich and powerful!

What a rich man!

If Professor Armstrong, who developed the potion, was not an absolute gentleman.

They all thought that the Prophet had also accepted Professor Armstrong!

soon.

The reward screenshots were uploaded to the player forum.

Immediately, there was another bloody storm.

[@kindhearted and honest Li Sanguang, said! Is your kid planning to have his own son? 】

[The skill of Eternal Scorching Sun suddenly loses its flavor [doge]]

[Daily question, how can I join the prophet camp]

[Does the woo-woo prophet only appear in the Red Rose Empire? What should I do if my landing point is on another continent? QAQ] [False! all fake! Definitely a P picture! I don't care at all! [smiling in sunglasses]]

Naturally, Odin's Gun Guild also saw this post.

It exploded immediately, bombarding the players who were heading to the lower city area now, and the number of private messages soared at a terrifying speed!

The prophet has arrived? !

Take a photo and see!

Are you still alive?
Countless questions came to the wheelchair-bound God of War, but he didn't know how to answer them.

Should we tell the members directly that they have failed again?

No, not just them.

Didn’t you see that even the official organization, the Knights of the Eternal Burning Sun, knelt down under the blood mist of the Lord Prophet?
What a mess! It's really all chaos!

The Wheelchair God of War couldn't even imagine what kind of wonderful expression would appear on Maria, the leader of the Knights, when she learned the news.

Under the pressure, the wheelchair-bound God of War rolled his eyes and glanced sideways at his president.

Then I was shocked to see a smile on the president's face!
A touch of relief and a smile.

Two words were written clearly -

Forget it.

So be it.

Gangnir is broken.

Who would have thought that as a god and a prophet of an evil god, he would actually respond to the call of his believers!

The two righteous gods, the Sun and the Twins, are so concerned about the safety of their believers! ! !

What should he do?
Do you want him to draw his sword on the spot and elevate a simple mission of killing monsters in the lower city to a god-killing battle?

Forget it.

The defeat has been decided, there is no need to struggle ugly anymore.

From now on, never have anything to do with the prophet camp again.

Ganggnir's ability to achieve this position relies on knowing how to stop losses in time and not having the mentality of a gambler who wants to try again after losing one hand.

At this time, the only thing he was glad about was that they gave up their mission to continue fighting against the Lower City together with the Eternal Burning Sun.

Otherwise, they would have to be added to those kneeling on the ground at this time.

I hope the merciful Lord Prophet can leave their whole bodies intact.

The poor guild leader silently shed two lines of tears and prayed sincerely.

in the dark.

Blood mist filled the air and corpses lay everywhere.

Anros was suspended in mid-air, his ice-blue eyes looking down at the people kneeling on the ground.

The tip of his nose smelled the strong smell of rust and paint, and for a moment, he thought he was not out of the nightmare.

After sinking into the coffin of the lustful painter, Anlos vaguely heard the prayers to himself and the rustling begging.

"Lord Prophet."

"Lord Prophet."

"Please save us, Lord Prophet"

——His followers are calling him.

Then, Anlos opened his eyes.

He descended on the Lower City and responded to his devout followers.

Anros's eyes swept across the stunned and frightened faces, and he saw that his players and his relatives were being attacked.

He saw poor people in ragged clothes praying to him numbly and desperately.

I have arrived, and you no longer need to be afraid.

You are rebelling against the Party. Why don't you listen to my true words?

Anros raised his lips slightly, his eyes showing compassion and comfort like a god, opened his arms, and whispered two words——

【Kneel down】

In an instant, his already precarious health value was on the verge of zero.

But at this moment, Anros's high level of erosion made him feel only incomparable pleasure.

Forcibly extinguishing the flames on the sword, allowing devout believers in the righteous god to kneel down and worship an evil god.

This feeling of blatantly defying the eternal scorching sun gave Anlos a great sense of excitement.

How should I punish you?
Anlos looked down at them, his eyes flickering, and his bright red tongue licked the corner of his mouth, as if looking at a disobedient dog.

(End of this chapter)