I am really not the villain BOSS of the game!

Chapter 233: The prophet camp is humble and polite

The sudden appearance of the man made the atmosphere at the scene extremely tense.

Maria took a step forward, and at the same time, the knights behind her also clicked and raised their silver swords with overwhelming momentum.

Cultists.
Looking at the one-eyed mask that symbolized the Alice cult that believed in nightmares, Gangnir swallowed.

Who is this person?
To be able to walk out of this fire unharmed must be that his identity is not simple.
"It's Hameln the Pied Piper!"

Goujiang suddenly shouted.

She stretched out her slender little hand and pointed at the masked man angrily:
"He is the culprit behind this orphanage and turning the entire Repet Kingdom into puppets!"

Ok?
How did the prophet camp know about it again?

Suddenly, Gangnir felt depressed and did not dare to look at Maria's face.

In response to Goujiang's accusation, the flute player and Hameln chuckled lightly, bowed and said, "I am very honored."

"——Who praised you? You idiot!"

Gouchang fell down in anger, stamped his feet and shouted.

"That's enough, stop rambling."

Maria said coldly, interrupting the farce.

Her eyes were sharp and her face was as cold as ice.

Holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, there was a click, and sparks flew out. He separated the double-headed sword, raised his right arm, and pointed the sword end directly at the man in rich clothes:
"Tell me your name, sinner."

"Haha, you are such a polite knight. My name is Hameln, and I am exactly the person you have been searching for. The noble Lady Maria."

"It seems that the person in charge behind the scenes of the Repet Kingdom is you." Maria said.

"I don't dare to take it, I don't take it." Hameln smiled, "I just shared the Holy Communion given by the Lord with those ignorant lambs."

"host?"

Maria frowned and asked sharply:

"Who are you serving! What kind of nightmare creature dares to cross the boundaries of reality!"

After a moment of silence, Hameln sighed and said slowly: "You seem to have forgotten. I haven't stood on the judgment seat yet, right?"

The words fell.

The flute player suddenly jumped back, and the next second, a heavy hammer suddenly hit his original position!
"boom!"

There was a loud noise, stones flew out, and a large spiderweb-shaped pit was made on the ground!

——He is an elite player of the Odin Gun Guild and the wheelchair war god!

This majestic man stared at the flute player with fighting spirit, as if he regarded him as his prey!

Experience!
Skills and props!
The wheelchair-bound God of War was very excited. He glanced sideways at the players in the Prophet camp, and when he saw that they stopped moving forward, he couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

snort!
A bunch of timid guys!
They will only moan and groan after the Holy Son Anlos. Without Anlos, nothing can be done!
"Please let me deal with this damn cultist and make up for our past negligence! Ms. Maria!"

The wheelchair-bound God of War shouted, gripping the heavy hammer tightly.

He has missed countless opportunities.

This time, he must take the initiative and never give it up to others!
Seeing this, Gangnir's brows jumped and he immediately said anxiously: "Don't be impulsive——"

"can."

His words were interrupted by Maria.

Maria lowered her swords, raised her chin slightly, looked down at the wheelchair-bound God of War, slightly raised the corners of her mouth, and said:

"Since you are so confident, let me see your true strength."

"I hope you're not bluffing."

"Of course! Ms. Maria! Just watch it!"

The wheelchair-bound God of War shouted excitedly, his eyes filled with self-satisfaction.

He is a player, and an elite player specializing in combat.

Is it still impossible to defeat an elite BOSS?
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Gangnir pursed his lips, feeling extremely worried.

The prophet camp is not a charitable organization that is willing to hand over credit to others. Since they did not rush forward immediately, they must be afraid of something.
what is it then
Gangnir always felt that he had overlooked something, but he couldn't figure it out for a while.

Now, the wheelchair-bound God of War has sworn confidently, and there is no room for retreat.

Gangnir could only watch the changes from the sidelines with unknown uneasiness.

"Very brave, aren't you?" the flute player Hameln said softly, "But - bravery without a plan can only be called 'brave but without a plan'." "So much nonsense! Watch your moves!"

The wheelchair-bound God of War shouted without holding back, and the Berserker skill immediately increased his explosive power!
I saw him like a tiger descending the mountain, carrying a strong momentum, rushing to the flute in the blink of an eye, holding the heavy hammer high in his hand, and smashing it down with great force!
"Bang!!!"

The sound of iron clashing resounded in the ears of the wheelchair-bound God of War.

His eyes widened in shock. At that moment, he actually watched helplessly as his hammer passed through the flute player's body!

It hit the iron fence behind it!
It's a fantasy!
The wheelchair-bound God of War realized immediately.

But when? !

[Woo——Woo——]

A melodious flute sound reached the ears of the stunned wheelchair-bound God of War.

It was like steel needles, mercilessly piercing into his brain!
【warn! Increased erosion! 】

"Ugh!"

The wheelchair-bound God of War screamed in pain, and his burly figure actually shook a few times.

He turned around and saw the flute player standing not far away, playing his flute gracefully.

Continuously, issuing mental attacks.

"Damn it!" the wheelchair-bound God of War shouted angrily, "[Burn yourself]!"

Immediately, a blazing flame rose from his body!

With a crash, the illusion attached to his brain was burned away!

as predicted.

The flute player not far away suddenly disappeared.

Then, at the edge of the sight of the wheelchair-bound God of War, the one-eyed mask with bright yellow colors appeared.

In an instant, the wheelchair-bound God of War's heart skipped a beat.

"Ahhh!!!"

He instinctively swung the hammer to his side.

However, the piper was faster than him.

"Pfft!"

One hand penetrated the right chest of the wheelchair-bound God of War, and then suddenly withdrew it.

In his hand, he held a still beating heart.

——[Heart crit].

The wheelchair-bound god of war successfully triggered the execution action.

Because the game "Nightmare Invasion" emphasizes "reality" everywhere.

So when an enemy crushes your heart or performs a cranial surgery on you, it's not just the plummeting of your health bar.

But it will really die directly.

"Ah, ah"

The wheelchair-bound God of War's eyes were about to burst, and thick blood spurted out of his mouth.

How could it be, how could it be so strong?
No wonder no one from the prophet camp came out. Did they already know that this elite monster would be difficult to deal with?

He was just used for testing.
Damn it, damn it! ! !
Another set up by the prophet camp! ! !
The wheelchair war god is too reckless.

If you can work with your teammates to figure out the moves before attacking, you won't give the enemy a chance to get close.

With strong reluctance, the wheelchair-bound God of War glanced at Maria when he fell.

He expected to see a look of contempt and contempt.

However, to his expectation, Maria had no expression on her face.

Not even looking at him.

It seemed that he had predicted that he would not succeed.

This made him even more uncomfortable than despising the wheelchair-bound God of War.

As for the president Gangnir, the wheelchair-bound God of War simply didn’t have the courage to look at his expression.

Goodbye to this month’s bonus
——The wheelchair-bound god of war left the stage in tears.

(End of this chapter)