I am really not the villain BOSS of the game!

Chapter 186 New! Live broadcast function

The players looked at all this in amazement and took screenshots.

[Entered the special copy "Pigment Snowfield"]

[Introduction to the copy: A wonderful world drawn by paint. If you don’t want to be a part of the makeup, you’d better not stay here for too long]

[Note: When you are in this copy, the erosion will continue to increase. When the erosion reaches 60%, you will fall into a crazy state]

[Death penalty: Each death increases erosion by 10%, drops items obtained in the dungeon and half of the experience]

[Phase 1: Defeat the headless undead horse guarding the lake]

[For non-Prophet camp players, after defeating the BOSS, you can obtain the exclusive meditation pattern of the Prophet camp]

"In other words, after defeating the BOSS, you can join the prophet camp?" Li Sanguang nodded, looking forward to it, "I wonder what rewards players who are already in the prophet camp can get."

"By the way, this 'Headless Undead Horse' looks a bit familiar, isn't it? Is it the one that was killed by the Holy Son before?"

at this time.

The system pop-up window fluctuated, and a new line of subtitles appeared.

[Player forum function updated! 】

[The live broadcast section has been opened! 】

As soon as this news came out, the player forum exploded again! ! !
"Live broadcast function?!"

Li Sanguang exclaimed, looking at his companions in surprise.

I saw that after the player forum was restarted, a new "live broadcast" section was added.

Click in, and after a few seconds, a screen appears.

Up there, it was Li Sanguang and the others, standing in the snowy field of paint.

The perspective is semi-top-down, similar to a third-person game screen.

"Mom, I'm on TV!"

"Wow! This is so cool!"

"Hello - we are distinguished players from the prophet camp~"

As soon as Li Sanguang's mean greeting came out, a barrage of insults suddenly flashed across the screen.

[Needs to know about the live broadcast room:]

[When encountering a special copy, the scenes in the copy will be broadcast live]

[Every player’s perspective will be included, but only the perspectives of players who promote the copy will be shown]

[Every player with an account in the game can speak. When repeated speeches or insulting remarks are detected, the player's account will be punished]

[When players in the dungeon deliberately make insulting remarks or actions, they will also be punished accordingly]

[The harmony of the land of electronic sheep requires the joint maintenance of every player]

As soon as the punishment measures were announced, most of the barrage of insults and insults against Li Sanguang disappeared in the live broadcast room. The players could only stare in envy and jealousy outside the screen.

I'm so greedy.

After being excited for a while, Li Sanguang and his party also closed the forum and started heading towards the snow forest.

Every minute they stayed in the dungeon, the erosion level was increasing, and they couldn't waste time.

Crunch.

The soles of the shoes stepped on the snow, leaving a series of messy footprints behind them. The sound was so real that one could ignore the nature of their paint.

The cold wind poured into the collar, freezing it to the bone, and the snowflakes melted, making it even more sticky.

"Huh!" Li Sanguang exhaled a breath of white air, suddenly widened his eyes, and exclaimed, "No! I've been given the [Frostbite] debuff!"

"I also!"

"Me too!"

Players responded one after another.

The winter clothes they were wearing were not enough to withstand the severe cold. What's more, they were still moving bricks before they came, so they took off their thick clothes.

[Understood, this dungeon is very cold, so wear thicker clothes]

[Take notes, take notes]

[Thank you to everyone in the prophet camp for stepping into the trap for us (laughing)]

At this moment, a distinctive barrage suddenly crossed the screen.

【etc! I seem to see something moving in the trees? 】

In the picture, the branches of the pine tree covered with snow suddenly trembled.

Then, a face painted with paint poked out from the snow.

Those two whirlpool-like eyes looked down at the unaware Li Sanguang and his party, with a cruel smile on their faces.

After a brief lag, the barrage poured out like a flood:
[Holy shit! I was shocked! 】

[Hurry up and notice, idiot! 】

【What kind of female high school student】

【Ah ah ah ah it climbed down the tree! ! ! 】

However, being in the dungeon and unable to see the barrage warning, Li Sanguang and his party knew nothing about the danger coming from behind.

Even, he was still admiring the surroundings with "wow" and "wow".

"Look!" A player pointed out with sparkling eyes, "There are many portraits hanging on the tree——"

The words have not yet fallen.

There was a loud bang!
A heavy picture frame fell from the sky and hit the player!
[The player "Kill me if you are a brother" has died]

Everyone: "."

For a moment, I didn't know whether to complain about the name or to scream that something had fallen down.

The blood mist was flying, and the blood trickled out, dyeing the white snow red.

The oil painting monster raised its ferocious face, roared, and pounced on other players with its sharp claws!

"Ugh——!"

The players screamed and instinctively swung their swords to stab the oil painting monster from all directions.

【Ah ah ah ah ah--】

The oil painting monster screamed and was inserted into a sieve, nailed to the ground and unable to move.

"Cut, chop its canvas!" Li Sanguang reacted quickly and commanded.

Tear, tear, tear!

As the canvas was chopped into pieces of rags, the oil painting monster with its upper body crawling out of the canvas also turned into a pool of dirty paint, infecting the snow.

"Hoo, hoo"

Li Sanguang gasped, mainly because he was scared.

He recalled the way the oil painting monster appeared, and an unpleasant thought came to his mind.

Slowly, he looked up.

He saw a portrait hanging on the pine tree, grinning at them and moving.

Fingers, arms, head.
Gradually, the entire upper body stretched out of the canvas, carrying a heavy wooden frame on its back, and climbed down from the tree one by one with two arms, roaring continuously.

Looking at it, it's like entering a slug's nest by mistake.

The barrage went by [so disgusting].

Although they were startled, the players in the prophet camp quickly adjusted their state, holding swords and preparing for attack.

They had already killed countless oil painting monsters in the Red Rose Empire battle and had long been used to it.

and--

"They move very slowly! There are just a lot of them!" Li Sanguang shouted, "Don't panic, everyone!"

"Who is panicking!"

"Hahaha! This time I want to be the one who kills the most monsters! Li Sanguang, just wait until you are surpassed by me!"

"Go, go, go!"

The roar of the monster mixed with the sound of the sword tearing the canvas apart, breaking the silence of the snow forest.

Under the fearless and unstoppable posture of the players, dirty paint was swayed like splashed ink, and torn canvases were everywhere!
From the tension and fun in the beginning, the barrage gradually became less interesting.

They were all attracted by this battle, with the flash of swords and shadows, as if they were watching an exciting action movie, and their hearts were beating fast.

【Not a bad fight】

[Although I don’t want to admit it, they cooperate really well]

[I actually felt a sense of unity from the evil god camp.]

【Come on! The big brother of the prophet camp! 】

As they advance all the way, as more and more oil painting monsters are killed, the players gradually show signs of fatigue.

Although they cooperated tacitly, they were ultimately ill-prepared.

The frostbite debuff makes players' movements become slower and slower, while the increase in erosion also makes their movements more reckless and rough.

Finally, when a flash of bright red appeared in front of them, the number of oil painting monsters gradually decreased. By the time they were all wiped out, only a single digit number of the first batch of players who entered the dungeon were left.

After dying in the instance, you will be reborn at the starting point with a 10% increase in erosion.

The degree of erosion will not automatically recover when you exit the dungeon or the nightmare world. It can only be reduced by time and meditation. The efficiency is very low and will bring continuous negative effects.

Therefore, Li Sanguang and the others discussed that if they died twice, they would exit the dungeon, watch the live broadcast, sum up their experience, think about countermeasures, and challenge again when they are ready next time.

And every player has abided by this agreement, and no one acted randomly because of their own selfish desires.

This made the audience in the live broadcast room marvel:
[It is no exaggeration to say that they are more orderly than the average player guild! 】

[Name a certain guild with the Austrian surname here [Dog Head Saves Life]]

[The atmosphere in the prophet camp is so good.]

As long as you defeat the BOSS, you can join the prophet camp!
Many players, especially retail investors, cherish this lofty ideal and stare intently at the live broadcast.

When the oil painting monster receded, a bright red color appeared in front of it.

Just like a drop of blood tears wept on the pure white marble statue, this bright red is so conspicuous and eye-catching.

I saw roses as big as a baby's face, swaying in the cold wind, delicate and beautiful.

"Hiss—" Li Sanguang took a breath of air and muttered, "Why do I have a strong sense of déjà vu with these roses?"

As he spoke, he took the lead, walked slowly not far away, and poked the rose with the sword in his hand.

In an instant, the rose flower, which had been quiet for many years, suddenly opened its bloody mouth, with layers of sharp teeth like lampreys, which made people shudder!

With one bite, Li Sanguang's sword was bitten off!

"Ah! My Holy Sword!!!"

Li Sanguang was shocked and took a few steps back. He held up the sword with only half of it left, dumbfounded and on the verge of crying.

This is a gift given to him by the Prophet! Why did it stop? ! !
Seeing this, the barrage suddenly became extremely happy.

【Hahahahaha! I burst out laughing! 】

【Little bitch! Finally you have a good fruit to eat! 】

[Screenshot taken[ah? .jpg]】

It can be seen how "hated" Li Sanguang is in ordinary times.

But fortunately, a sword made with the power of nightmares is not so easy to destroy.

After a few seconds, the broken sword blade automatically recovered, and Li Sanguang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, the crisis has not subsided.

Rustling.

The huge rose garden came to life.

The huge bright red flower buds opened one after another, and salivation surged toward Li Sanguang and the others.

A sharp whisper came from the flower garden:
【It is fresh fertilizer.】

[The lord is so kind to you for giving us more space and so much fertilizer]

[For the sake of your kind lord, we must become more beautiful]

The roses twist and attack, and the ferocious cracks occupy the entire field of view of the players.

——The prophet camp was completely destroyed.

The live broadcast screen switched from the various limbs being chewed by roses to the empty entrance of the copy, and it stopped moving.

As if waiting for new "fertilizer" to enter.

(End of this chapter)