I am really not the villain BOSS of the game!

Chapter 311 The Third Bell

plains of eden

The sun rises in the east, and the cold wind takes away the burning smell in the air.

"Squeak."

As the door panel opened, a ray of sunlight leaked in from the warehouse that had become a temporary shelter, shining on the frightened faces.

"Ah-"

The baby's cry sounded, and the mother holding him gently shook her arms and coaxed in a trembling voice:
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, my dear."

Time seemed to have stopped at this moment, and only the harsh crying stirred people's heartstrings.

What is the outcome of the war?
They had been huddled in this small warehouse when the Stentino Empire launched its attack.

With fear, I listened to the chaotic sound of the horse's hooves trampling the earth.

The Great Plains of Eden has always been a peaceful and prosperous area as its name suggests.

A large canal flows through the south of the plain, and in the warm spring many tourists come here for boating and rafting.

Looking from a distance, one can vaguely see the white sails fluttering in the distance.

This is a recognized neutral zone, and only ruthless people who are desperate for profit will launch a surprise war here.

And once they are defeated and fall into the hands of the other party as prisoners, you can imagine the treatment they will receive.

As the door panel opens, sunlight pours in.

For a moment, the air seemed stagnant.

Everyone held their breath and looked up, waiting for their verdict.

What appeared in everyone's eyes was a pale face.

They looked human but not human, and their milky-white skin was like rubber. When they saw them, an evil light suddenly lit up in their eyes.

"It" grinned high, revealing its bright red mouth, and said hoarsely:

"Hehe. Found another nest~"

Everyone: "."

"Whoaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

The baby's cry exploded instantly.

——After a period of chaos.

The misunderstanding was finally resolved.

It turns out that the terrifying monster is the original group of undead.

Under the power of the Prophet, he transformed into a more powerful monster.

In fact, as long as you die again, you can return to your original state.

But how could the players let go of this precious opportunity? They couldn't bear to part with this "new outfit".

Get together excitedly to pose for photos and post them on the forum to make other players envious and jealous.

then.

in the eyes of other Aboriginal people.

It was their originally sunny, warm and comfortable Eden Plain.

It became a "cunning city" where monsters roamed around.

Shivering, shivering!

[Due to the outstanding performance of your players, the fear of the prophet has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the forces in the Great Plains of Eden]

[The prophet’s popularity increases]

[Increase in experience value of pseudo-god profession]

[Pseudo God Career Upgrade! 】

【Lv2→Lv3】

["For Whom the Bell Tolls" skill upgrade! 】

[Get the third bell—the sound of healing]

Anlos' eyes lit up.

Good thing!
It was actually upgraded!
Unexpectedly, the players' shady behavior brought him unexpected joy.

How can we say that fear is not impressive?
Wouldn’t the reputation spread?
Anros was "Dragon Heart Joyful" and hurriedly looked at the effect introduction of the third bell:
[The first one announces the beginning, the second one informs the world, and the third one heals the pain]

[When the third bell rings, all neutral or above creatures within the current sphere of influence will recover full health, eliminate all negative effects, and reduce erosion to 10%]

[Cooling time: twelve hours]

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Anlos's eyes were wide open.

Hiss - this is not only a bit powerful, it is simply awesome!
Anlos covered his mouth with his fist to hide his uncontrollable smile.

If there weren't players watching, Anlos would have really wanted to Bbox a song on the spot to vent his joy!

Although the cooldown time is very long, this is worthy of being a "false god" skill!
Even the Jade Twin Towers, who are in charge of the healing art, have never heard of such a large-scale full health spell!

It is simply a thousand times more powerful than advanced healing potions! ! !
Anlos glanced at the shivering ordinary people and the soldiers lying on stretchers groaning in pain.

Looking at the Great Plains of Eden, which was still desolate and miserable even after winning the battle, I made a decision in my heart.

With a flip of his wrist, a teacup as white as jade appeared in his hand.

"Wow--"

"Oh, don't cry, don't cry."

"Arm. My arm."

"Morphine! Not enough morphine! Damn it!"

Amidst the noise, suddenly, a low and melodious bell rang over everyone.

"clang--"

When the first bell rings.

As if being held by an invisible hand, everyone stopped moving and their bodies froze in place.

So, what is that.
Their eyes widened and they stared blankly into the air.

There, a scarlet blood mist was gathering, as if it were the embodiment of fear.

"clang--"

The second bell rang.

The blood mist gathered together, covering the sky and the earth.

It blocked the sunlight and cast distorted shadows on everyone.

Even though it was the first time they saw such a terrifying scene, one word came to everyone's mind -

"Lord Prophet".

A hidden existence that is omniscient and omnipotent.

The nightmare has come to reality.

The players jumped for joy, with crazy looks on their faces.

Especially the players in the second batch of public beta saw the Lord Prophet in person for the first time, and they all wanted to worship him to show their loyalty.

In contrast, the soldiers and people became increasingly frightened.

and the increasingly vigilant Knights of the Eternal Sun.

What does the prophet want to do?

Maria stood up, gripped the sword tightly, and there was cold sweat on her forehead.

Followed by.

The third bell rang.

"clang--"

When the sound of the bell reached everyone's ears.

In an instant, like spring sunshine shining on the body, a warm feeling of warmth rises from the inside of the body.

The pain gradually went away, and the soldiers were shocked to find that their wounds were gradually recovering!

The severed limbs regenerated, and the blood-stained bandages fell off, revealing intact limbs.

Not only that.

Panic, grief, despair. All the mental haze was swept away.

Ah. So comfortable.
Everyone couldn't help but squint their eyes in enjoyment and sigh.

Just like sipping a glass of iced drink in the hot summer, your whole spirit will be lifted!
"my body!"

The players screamed as they saw their monster bodies gradually returning to their original state.

The outer skin melts like wax, revealing their true appearance.

at this time.

When they looked at the blood mist covering the sky, they had a different emotion besides fear.

Maria looked at the blood mist with confusion.

There is no doubt that it was the prophet who sent down divine power to heal their bodies and clear away their spiritual haze.

The benevolent evil god.
These two phrases go together so strangely.

But she gradually came to understand.

Why, there are so many people who would rather abandon the right path and believe in this evil god devoutly.

After all, the brilliance of the Twin Suns is so brilliant, but they rarely truly bless his believers.

It just hangs high in the sky, enjoying the worship of believers. The bells died down.

".Thank you to the great and merciful Lord Prophet."

Qingfeng Shili was the first to say, making an extremely pious appearance.

When Li Sanguang saw him, he realized that there was someone even worse than him!

Immediately he knelt down, opened his arms and shouted:
"Thank you to the omniscient, omnipotent, great and benevolent prophet!!!"

what!
His rainbow fart is even longer!
Players are deeply disdainful of their dog-legged behavior.

Then they all knelt down and blew rainbow farts.

There is a strong tendency not to be left behind.

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Others were stunned when they saw this.

He has such a strong belief that he deserves to be a cultist.
Even though they were thinking this, they couldn't help but feel a little grateful towards this secret evil god.

Whether they would be alive now if it weren't for this evil god is a matter of debate.

What's more, He actually sent blessings and healed their pain.

It is truly worthy of the faith of believers.

After a while.

The blood mist slowly dispersed.

Revealed, one of the figures.

That was none other than their Holy Son, Anlos Tian.

The white-haired boy closed his eyes, as if sleeping, and gradually fell from the sky.

The sun shone from the top of his head, shining on the faces looking up.

[The evaluation of the prophet in the Great Plains of Eden increases]

[You will have higher appeal in the Great Plains of Eden]

Anlos, who was caught by the player, received this message and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Stentino Empire.

".Father, General Reno is dead."

Elizabeth knocked on the door of her father, the King's study, and said in a deep voice.

She placed a tracking spell on General Raynor's wrist that would detect his death.

Hear the words.

King Stentino put down his quill and looked up, with a flash of surprise in his sunken eyes.

After a long while, he slowly said:

"Dead. It means that this raid failed."

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Elizabeth lowered her head, a hint of dissatisfaction flashed across her face, bit her lip and said:
"How could this happen? This should obviously be a foolproof raid!"

"Could it be that the undead rebelled?"

King Stentino made no reply.

He just put his hand on his chin, with a thoughtful expression on his marble face.

Unexpectedly, it failed.
The Great Plains of Eden is easy to attack and difficult to defend, and since the attack was a surprise, there was no reason for it to fail.

Could it be that those undead people really rebelled?
King Stentino frowned, then shook his head and said:

"No, not those undead."

"Although the failure of the advance team brought us a lot of losses, for them, it was just exposing themselves in vain,"

"What's more, there are still most of them in the city, and there has been no movement from that group of people until now."

"Then, apart from them, is there any reason for failure - ah!"

Elizabeth said, suddenly thinking of something.

The petite red lips parted, and the almond-shaped eyes widened with an expression of surprise.

"What did you think of, kid?"

King Stentino raised his eyelids and looked straight at Elizabeth.

"Could it be the 'prophet'?"

Elizabeth said softly, as if she was afraid of disturbing something.

If it was that mysterious existence, it was very likely that he had foreseen their surprise attack.

Then, prophecies were sent down to His agents on earth.

A face appeared in Elizabeth's mind.

That was a beautiful young man with a pure and harmless smile that I had only seen in newspapers.

"Anlos Tian is right, it must be him!"

Elizabeth's eyes gradually lit up, and she implored her father excitedly:

"Please let me join the battle, father!"

As she spoke, she proudly puffed up her chest and said, "Only I can stop Anlos! I will destroy him!"

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Her father said nothing.

He just stared at her with those deep and cold eyes.

It wasn't until a few seconds later that Elizabeth shrank, lowered her head, and muttered:

"Sorry, Father, I just lost my mind a little bit."

At this time, King Stentino nodded and said in a deep voice:

"My lovely Elizabeth, come here."

Elizabeth stepped forward obediently.

The king raised his rough hands, touched her smooth and delicate cheeks, and said slowly:
"If you leave and leave me here alone, what will happen if there are assassins?"

"Although I can be as good as ten, time is not forgiving. I am old after all, and I can no longer crush all those who dare to attack like I did when I was young."

Hearing this, Elizabeth felt guilty and said hurriedly: "I'm sorry, father! I didn't think carefully!"

"Well," the king retracted his hand with satisfaction, "since we didn't succeed in the raid, forget it!"

"When the Great Plains of Eden is attacked, those stupid countries will definitely send troops to garrison it."

"This will leave an emptiness in their country."

"This is a good time for us to attack in one fell swoop!"

King Stentino grinned, revealing his sharp white teeth, and said in a low voice:
"Now, the war is about to begin."

"We have 35 strong soldiers. It's time to declare our existence to the rice bugs in the greenhouses in the south."

"When our flag is flying over most of the territory, even if the prophet himself comes to the rescue, it will not help."

These words made Elizabeth very excited.

Yes!

They are the most powerful existence!
When my father came to the throne, he bloodbathed all those who were dissatisfied with him and established a highly centralized rule by the emperor!
All soldiers are only loyal to her father! Loyal!
This war has been prepared for a long time.

There is absolutely no chance of failure!

"One mistake is nothing. The key is to sum up experience and never make it a second time."

King Stentino's rich voice echoed in the study, and every word was full of power.

He rang the summons bell, and the guard guarding the door immediately opened the door and entered.

"Summon all the commanders and tell them to prepare to go north!"

"Yes! Your Majesty!"

Just as the guard turned around to leave in a hurry, King Stentino suddenly stopped him again and asked:
"Speaking of which, how is that little painter who is said to be involved with the prophet now?"

"Back to Your Majesty, after interrogation, he still said the same words, saying that the white-haired boy and a paint monster appeared from his painting, swallowing and replacing the original vendor."

The guard replaced "slave trader" with the more pleasant "trader".

And skipped over how the little painter complained about injustice at the top of his lungs.

Anyway, it doesn't matter.

"When I went to deliver food this morning, I saw him as if he was crazy, scribbling blood on the wall."

"After inspection, it was not any magic incantation, just ordinary scribblings."

"Okay, I understand." King Stendino waved his hand nonchalantly, "Just lock him up first, don't let him die."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The guard saluted, then took a few steps back, turned and left.

If Elizabeth was of the prophecy school, she might be able to detect some clues from this passage.

Unfortunately, she is not.

So, like everyone else, she didn't notice anything.

After all, who cares about a poor painter at the bottom of the pile?

Even if he died, he was afraid of dirtying the floor of the royal prison.

However, the fate that no one can pry into, trembled slightly at this time and shifted its direction.

(End of this chapter)