I am really not the villain BOSS of the game!

Chapter 220 How to skip class
The usually silent cemetery was now as noisy as a funeral for the dead.

The sword was flying, reflecting the light yellow moonlight, drawing silver arcs in the mid-air.

Under the command of the Duke, countless white butterflies swept in from all directions. Their wings were as sharp as blades. Every time they flapped, they would bring a bunch of blood flowers.

"Eat my fireball!"

With unnecessary shouting, a scorching fireball the size of a fist rose up from the air, hit the white butterfly with a roar, and suddenly ignited into a fire!
The charred butterfly wings fell rustlingly, very effectively.

But then, the Duke waved his black baton, and the white butterflies dispersed, avoiding the fireball, and rushed towards the caster, making the players scream.

The next second, countless arrows shining with light blue light came like rain!
Those were the members of the Lady Tea Party at the end of the line.

Their eyes are like morning stars, their hair is flying, and they hold wands embedded with extraordinary materials. Every time they wave, an arrow condenses in the sky.

"Puff puff!"

Each arrow can take away a bunch of white butterflies, tearing open cracks in their rapid offensive!

Players who were mainly swordsmen immediately jumped up, took the opportunity to get close to the Butterfly Dukes, and slashed their heads with the sword blades in their hands!
"Crack!"

Unexpectedly, as the "original body", Duke Butterfly, who was supposed to be very strong, was easily chopped into pieces.

When the scattered huge white butterfly wings turned into phantoms and disappeared, the players finally understood——

This turns out to be just a clone!

Watching the surprised expressions of the players, Duke Butterfly chuckled in his heart:

Ha ha
When you try your best to kill as many clones as you want, no matter how brave the warrior is, it will be difficult for him to maintain his sanity.
It considers itself well versed in the fact that human beings are weak, cowardly, and accustomed to pursuing the strong and chasing the weak.

It couldn't be easier to break through their psychological defenses
It should be like this.

However, what appeared before its eyes was a scene of them becoming more and more courageous as they fought.

As if he doesn't know what fear is, even if he kills meaningless butterflies, he remains as brave as ever!

How, how could this happen? !

Duke Butterfly was shocked again. Looking at this group of high-spirited humans, he felt a little overwhelmed for the first time!
It shouldn’t be!

Don’t they feel hopeless after mechanically repeating battles without rewards and hopelessness? ! !
Brainwashed, the Marquis must have brainwashed these humans!

Otherwise, where would we find such a large group of war lunatics?

If Duke Butterfly could understand what "experience value" is, he might understand it all at once.

Wasn't it the main body?

What does it matter!
Does it count as the number of enemies killed? Give experience value?

If the answer is yes, then why bother thinking about it so much!
Just do it! ! !

"Kill--"

"For the Prophet!"

"Demacia!"

The players were shouting, and their eyes were red with blood as if they had been given blood.

The experience value is on the one hand, and on the other hand, for some players, this is their "first show" in front of the Holy Son!
You must perform well!
"Whizzing!"

The light blue arrows flew across the entire battlefield, keeping the battle line out of Anros, adhering to the oath they made.

However, as time went by, they gradually showed signs of fatigue.

The Duke is worthy of being second only to the Nightmare Lord. With illusions alone, he drags the players out of the mansion, making progress very difficult.

Seeing this, Duke Butterfly's heart slowly dropped back.

Ok.

No matter how brave he is, as long as he doesn't enter the mansion, the situation of the battle will not change.

Human beings will eventually get tired.

When they are so exhausted that they can no longer cast spells or pick up swords, defeat will be inevitable.

The Marquis and "her" vassals will eventually become members of her tombstone.

The Butterfly Duke waved his baton gracefully, and white butterflies flew out continuously, seemingly without end.

But despite its indifferent appearance, it couldn't help but secretly release scale powder to spy on the Marquis's emotions.

For some reason, the Marquis tonight always gives him an incomprehensible sense of strangeness.
"Lord Holy Son!" Li Sanguang panted and shouted over his shoulder, "Please think of a way! It will be difficult for us to advance the front!"

The players also looked at their backbone - the Holy Son disguised as the Marquise.

Anlos Tian.

As the closest believer to the omniscient and omnipotent prophet, Anros carries part of the power of the evil god, and there must be a way to solve the current predicament.

The players in the prophet camp are so convinced.

And Anlos did not live up to this trust.

Although Duke Butterfly is strong, he is too cautious. Fighting illusions in the early stage is not completely useless.

The creation of illusions also requires energy.

Consuming its energy will be helpful for the next step of attacking the main body.

As for how to let the body hidden in the mansion come out.
There are two ways to go.

One is the normal way of playing.

Clear away the illusions and advance the battle line until you enter the mansion.

Article 2
It's the "skipping class method".

The corners of Anlos' lips curled up slightly, as if he was remembering some good memories.

As for the second way to skip class, it was discovered by him and several other friends~
The effect is very significant.

Under the eager gaze of the players, Anros spoke softly:

"[Sing, my dear relatives.]"

"Play mournful music for the dead white butterfly."

The words wrapped in a curse instantly captured the players' brains. Nerve currents flowed, causing them to become angry and open their mouths before they could react.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

It let out an inhuman howl.

Suddenly, the cries of ghosts and howling of wolves in the cemetery turned into a night march of hundreds of ghosts.

Unprepared, most players howled to the limit of human hearing, reciting vague lyrics tone-deaf, like scratching glass.

The lady's tea party was okay. Among the humanoid creatures, a melodious female voice sounded.

It added a touch of desolation.

After a brief daze, the players came to their senses.

Why does the Holy Son want us to do this? !
do not know.

However, Lord Holy Son must have his intention in doing this!

As a result, the players who regained control of their bodies howled even louder - no, they started "singing", thinking that the copy was a KTV.

Anyway, in the game, everyone knows who!
Let yourself go! ! !

The players were happy, but one person couldn't stand it anymore.

I saw the air flow surging in the cemetery.

The white butterflies gathered together one after another, forming a white storm.

A frightening coercion emanated from the storm, like a big hand, suppressing the howls of the players.

The atmosphere gradually became deathly silent.

An extremely low voice, rumbling like an angry thunder, sounded from the white butterfly storm:
【So noisy, so hard to listen to. A group of vulgar people dare to call it 'music'! 】

The true form of Duke Butterfly appears! ! !
Anlos quickly unfolded his fan to hide the smile at the corner of his mouth.

Scarlet eyes stared unblinking at the storm of white butterflies in the air.

Just like Duke Butterfly's real name [Dead Butterfly Conductor], it can be seen from his clothes and conversation that he is an elegant person who loves music.

Without entering the mansion, the method of seduce Duke Butterfly in advance——

Just make as much noise as possible.

Torturing it with tone-deafness, making it unable to tolerate such "vulgar" movements, it appeared outside the mansion.

"Whizzing!"

The Lady Tea Party was the first to react, and several meteor arrows streaked through the air, shooting sharply at White Butterfly Storm!

However, as soon as the arrow hit the white butterfly, it was shattered!

It turned into a piece of broken stars and scattered in the sky.

【Those who do not know their own abilities. 】

Duke Butterfly sneered, his invisible eyes fixed on Anlos who was at the center of the players.

[Marquise, you really overstepped your bounds this time. 】

As soon as the voice fell, the storm suddenly blew!
Unstoppable, rush towards "Lord Marquis"!
"Quick! Protect the Holy Son!"

"Scorching sun!"

The players roared angrily and tried their best to defend themselves.

But they tried their best to defeat the Undead Horse, but their strength was not enough to stop the Butterfly Duke!
I saw blood flowers rising wherever the white butterfly storm passed!
Like being twisted into thousands of rotating files, players were cut into the "striped skin" limited to the Duke's Palace.

As soon as the sword touches it, it breaks into pieces, unable to hurt the body inside at all!
They could only watch helplessly as the white storm enveloped their Holy Son, carrying him away and flying back into the skeletal mansion!
"Lord Holy Son!!!"

The players' eyes were splitting and they were anxious.

Without the help of the Prophet, their Holy Son would be a weak, pitiful and helpless young master!

How could one person alone resist such an evil and terrifying monster?
In case there is anything wrong with the Holy Son.
Their prophet camp was immediately declared over!
"Kill!" Li Sanguang roared, with fighting spirit, "Take back the Holy Son!"

"That alien head is so brave if he dares to steal people from us!"

The sorceresses at the Lady's Tea Party also said coldly, their eyes shining brightly.

The Holy Son was kidnapped, even if it was just a plot, it immediately ignited the players' fighting spirit!
All fatigue is gone!

Under this group of brave warriors who are not afraid of death, the battle line slowly advances towards the mansion!
at the same time.

In the Duke's residence.

The white butterflies dispersed with a splash, revealing a slender and pale figure.

Under the rippling white curls, Anros slowly raised his eyes. His ice-blue eyes were like a lake with clouds dispersed, revealed in the darkness, clear and beautiful.

Duke Butterfly couldn't help but hold his breath.

Unconsciously, the originally furious tone slowed down a lot:
【I see. I was wondering why the Marchioness, who is also the Lord's right-hand man, suddenly attacked me. 】

[Your courage is commendable, human being, and I commend you. 】

[Tell me your name and I will engrave it on your tombstone. 】

Since he is protected by other humans, this person must be the weakest among them.

Duke Butterfly thought of course.

Such a beautiful skin, presumably, the bones underneath must be equally beautiful.

Worth it, make it its new baton.

"Do you know?"

Anlos' soft voice, like the spring breeze caressing the lake, recalled the thoughts of Duke Butterfly.

I saw this human boy looking at it with a smile, holding a pure white cane, and said:

"Villains die because they talk too much."

The next second, a low and melodious bell suddenly rang!
(End of this chapter)