I am really not the villain BOSS of the game!

Chapter 66 Crazy Cultist
antique store.

In the bedroom on the second floor.

"Ron" who fell to the ground opened his eyes again, with dirty paint flowing in his eyes.

The pungent smell of paint gradually settled into his body as he stood up slightly stiffly.

"Ron" looked around at the dilapidated decorations in disgust, grinning at the corners of his mouth, and his thin and time-torn face immediately became more alive.
It was as if he had suddenly transformed from a down-and-out antique dealer to a famous painter, full of pride and pride.

Portrait Ron stood up stiffly, like a mummy that had just crawled out of a coffin.

After stretching his body on the spot, Ron rolled his eyes and landed on the black robe and golden one-eyed mask on the bedside table.

In his memory, this cultist once killed an infant baby with his own hands.

Just because I want to sacrifice it to the [horse in the stream].

"What a beast, death is not a pity."

The portrait shook his head. Although he was a nightmare creature, he actually had no idea about it.

Completed the first "Replace the Cultist" mission.

Then, you can blend in, get information, and kill at the right time.

Ron hummed briskly, staggered to the bedside table, grabbed the black robe and put it on himself.

Suddenly, a smell mixed with rust and sweat enveloped Ron and went straight to his nose, making him frown in disgust.

He was used to being the eldest son of the first family in the empire. For a while, he was a little uncomfortable with this despicable status.

Putting on the one-eyed mask, the moment the cold brass covered his face, an evil spirit poured into his eyes.

His sight penetrated the mask, shot out from the pattern of the one-eye, and looked out unhindered.

"The power of nightmares..." Ron murmured, "Although it is very weak, it invades directly from the eye sockets and corrodes the mind. Over time, the desire will become more intense and uncontrollable."

"No wonder, all the cultists are crazy."

According to memory, Ron just wore a "cultist suit" and walked downstairs in a swagger.

In Xiacheng District, everyone is precarious and has too much time to take care of themselves.

As long as you don't walk around dressed like a black bat during the day, who cares if you have a second identity at night.

After going down to the second floor, what came into view were various paintings and small ornaments placed on the shelves.

There are pearl necklaces, ceramic doll sets, women's round hats, etc. It is said to be an antique dealer, but in fact it is not much different from a grocery store.

"Squeak-"

Pushing open the glass door, the rusty door shaft made a harsh sound.

The relatively tidy area of ​​the lower city spread out in Ron's eyes, and dog barking could be heard from the dark alleys from time to time.

Ron sniffed, smelling the scent of the same kind floating in the air that only nightmare creatures could capture.

Ta-ta-ta-ta.

After confirming the direction, Ron strode across the street and walked towards the hinterland of the downtown area, his figure slowly blending into the darkness.

——Since this night.

The number of babies lost or robbed in Xiacheng District has been greatly reduced.

Even this weak hope was quickly annihilated in the gloomy torrent.

……

Two weeks later.

Lower town, in the abandoned sewer.

The tall and spacious sewer pipe is almost large enough for a boat to sail. Wall lamps hang on the wall of the pipe. The weak and dim lights do not provide any illumination.

It can only make people see more clearly the mixed rust and moss, as well as the dirt accumulated over the years, and there is a sour smell everywhere.

Ron, wearing a black robe and a golden one-eyed mask, silently walked around corners and through extremely inconspicuous secret passages.

On the way, I happened to meet another "comatriot". "It feels like there are a lot fewer people coming to the regular gathering tonight."

The cultist spoke up, his voice revealing a gloom unique to the lower city.

"Yeah," Ron grinned and looked directly at him, "Why?"

"what?"

The cultist was stunned and instinctively felt that something was wrong.

The next second, he saw the "compatriots" in front of him suddenly spread out like a canvas, suddenly wrapping him in it.

The canvas gathered together, and Ron returned to his human appearance, becoming the same two as before.

A big living person disappeared so quietly.

"That's why, hiccup~"

Portrait Ron burped and felt that he had gained weight when he came to the downtown area, just like he came to a cafeteria.

After twists and turns, Ron finally followed his memory and came to the intersection of many pipelines.

This is an empty space like a palace hall, with the four walls made of bricks.

Standing there and looking up, you can see that the pipes are densely covered above like a spider web.

At this time, this home of rats and cockroaches was occupied by a group of uninvited guests.

Dozens of cultists wearing black robes and brass one-eyed masks gathered together solemnly, and no one made a sound.

Ron was among them, looking forward, his eyes gradually becoming serious.

In front, on a brick wall, there was a huge one-eye artificially cut out, with a circle covering the outside.

This rough craftsmanship makes this pattern even more revealing of a sense of barbarian madness. It is hard to imagine that this is something that can be produced in today's era of advanced steam technology.

Under the wall, stood a priest of the cult who was also wearing a black robe and a one-eyed mask.

However, unlike ordinary believers, his one-eyed mask actually exudes a light yellow halo, which is mysterious and weird.

Ron smelled the power of nightmare in it, as if there were countless squirming insects crawling around under the gorgeous appearance of the mask.

It’s not easy to deal with.

It has become half human.

Ron licked his lips and suppressed his plan to kill everyone.

——If the portrait is asked to choose one person that it trusts and is 100% loyal to, it will definitely be itself.

Cherish your life, it is serious.

In the hands of the priest, he held an infant baby.

"God of nightmares who controls everything, please give us a chance to make up for our mistakes."

A low murmur escaped from the priest's chapped lips.

Two weeks later, none of the three people who went to the nightmare to capture "Anlos Tian" came back.

Any fool knows that they must be dead long ago.

The mission failed, no matter what the reason was, it made them feel infinite panic.

This is the hopeless Lower City, and the new star of the Red Rose Empire has nothing to do with them. After all, tomorrow's food won't be there until the "bright future" arrives.

"Permit us to offer you our lost souls"

"Giggle~"

The baby had no idea what was about to happen.

A happy and curious smile appeared on his sallow little face, and he blew a bubble towards the priest.

(End of this chapter)