I am really not the villain BOSS of the game!

Chapter 84 Horse in the Stream
In the blue lake, Anlos sank quietly.

White hair like the first snow floats on it, and ice-blue eyes are half closed, as if half dreaming and half awake.

Anros felt a sense of tranquility, even though around him, the translucent red resentful babies were dragging the players into death.

For a moment, Anlos felt as if he had been sinking in this tranquility and nothingness for tens of millions of years.

But the suffocation that gradually tightened around his throat told him that only ten seconds had passed.

The priest is dead.

What's left is the culprit who caused all this, the lustful painter's men, [The Horse in the Stream].

This must be a difficult battle. As the BOSS, the horse in the stream even has a profession and is not on the same level as the banshee in the forest.

However, at this time, Anlos only had a rising fighting spirit in his heart.

As long as you show your health bar, the gods will kill you.

Although it's a bit of a hit-or-miss, this is the player's soul, but now it's just a version where you can clear the game in one life and delete files after death.

Anros opened his eyes and rolled them suddenly.

The resentful babies surrounding him dispersed like frightened fish, looking at him warily.

Anlos raised a gentle and comforting smile, raised his fingers, and pulled up sharply.

Suddenly, strands of extremely thin translucent silk threads stretched straight from the player's body, pulling them up to the water like a fish.

The resentful baby was wandering angrily under the lake, but was suppressed by the pressure of the Nightmare Lord. He did not dare to step forward to snatch it, and could only watch the prey with its mouth floating on the surface.

"Pooh!"

Like mushrooms emerging after the rain, livid heads emerged from the water, gasping for precious air, and their hair was wet and sticky, looking very embarrassed.

This game is too real!

The players thought together.

After regaining their composure, they hurriedly looked for the figure of the Holy Son.

Although I don’t know how I got up here, the Holy Son is so delicate and frail, what if there is something wrong with him? !

Just then, there was a ripple in the water.

The players quickly looked around, and the first thing that surfaced was the face of the oil painting monster with its facial features displaced.

They actually saw the word "respect" from this abstract face.

The oil painting monster bent down and stretched out his hand towards the water.

Just when the players were wondering what they were doing, they saw a slender, white hand reaching out from the lake and holding the hand of the portrait.

"Wow--"

Water splashed everywhere, and a petite figure emerged from the water, standing on the water as if walking on flat ground.

The portrait is supporting Anlos, showing a bit of a gentleman in his movements.

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The players were all stunned, staring stupidly at their Holy Son, unable to recover for a long time.

When those ice-blue eyes glanced sideways at him, kind and honest Li Sanguang suddenly felt an electric shock.

Oh my god! I'm a straight man!
Li Sanguang was about to cry but had no tears, so he quickly played the resources shared by the group of friends in his mind.

【Faction mission update! 】

[Task Name: Cold Light Unsheathed]

[Mission content: The evil traitor is right in front of you, devout believers, please join hands with the Holy Son Anlos Tian to wave the sword in your hand to eliminate the chaos! 】

[Task instructions: 1. Kill the resentful infant; 2. Protect the Holy Son Anlos Tian]

[Mission success reward: experience points, 5 silver coins, and Anlos Tian’s favor based on the number of kills]

[Punishment for mission failure: Follow-up missions in the prophet camp are closed] Pieces of snowflakes fell from the sky, fell on Anlos' shoulders, and melted into dots of white paint.

The power of nightmares condensed in Anlos' hands, forming a sharp sword radiating cold light.

Anros raised his sword and shouted loudly: "Master Prophet, give me power, and I will kill the nightmare monster that has killed countless babies - [The Horse in the Creek]!"

"We are both devout followers of the Prophet, so let us engrave fear and despair into the hearts of disrespectful people!"

As the words fell, it was as if there were hands lifting up the players who were sinking in the water so that they could stand on the water.

The atmosphere became restless, and the players clenched their swords tightly, their eyes flashing with excitement and madness without fear of death, like weapons that could only kill.

Just as Anros expected, the players showed superb unity and loyalty in the face of the same enemy and common goal.

At this moment, Anlos' eyes suddenly flickered, and he turned his head with emotion, looking towards the middle of the lake in the distance.

Ripples rise from the center of the lake.

While holding his breath and concentrating, a pale horse head slowly emerged from the water.

Its pupils were dull and lifeless, with only the whites of its eyes, as if it had been dead for a long time.

The lower body is no different from ordinary people, wearing a dark suit, straight and neat, and wearing white gloves, as if he is going to attend someone's funeral.

The horse in the stream stood upright on the lake, and it felt weird and strange.

[O sinner] An old and deep voice came from the horse's head, with his mouth barely moving, "If you commit suicide now, you can alleviate the sins you have to pay after your death." 】

The horse in the stream has the right to carry the soul after death to the River Styx. If you die in its nightmare, the soul will be controlled by it, just like the resentful baby.

For a moment, the portrait actually moved me.

so horrible.

It's simply impossible to defeat.

They are both nightmare creatures, and the portrait makes it even more obvious how much power the figure in front of them, which is neither huge nor twisted, controls.

Anlos keenly felt the fear of this young man, and comforted him:
"Don't be afraid. Without my permission, you can't die even if you want to."

portrait:【.】

It’s really a hard-core comfort!
After a moment of silence, the horse in the stream spoke again: [It seems that I cannot expect repentance from stupid people like you. 】

[Then, accept your punishment! 】

The next second, I saw the horse in the stream raising its hand gracefully and calmly.

Suddenly, a huge wave of 100 meters high rolled up from the calm lake and came towards them like a high wall collapsing!
Shadows shrouded the players, and they stared at the extremely tall water wall with their eyes widened in shock.

Turn it up as soon as you come up? !

How to hide from this!
However, Anlos told them with practical actions:

Why hide? Just fight hard!
The sharp sword, carrying the power of nightmare, drew an arc from bottom to top, and struck the water wall through the air!
"boom--!"

Just like Moses parting the sea, the tall and turbulent waves were split in half from the middle, roaring past Anros and crashing into several players who were unable to dodge!
In an instant, their blood volume was reduced by two-thirds!

The trickling water drops splashed onto Anlos, the water vapor filled the air, and the lake was completely white.

Seeing that Anlos blocked the blow, the horse in the stream blew out a puff of air from its nose, feeling quite dissatisfied.

Forget it.

A human who can kill the forest banshee and destroy its noble sacrificial ritual must have some ability.

However, it is also over.

Today, the sinner Anlos Tian will be buried in its lake of the dead!
Suffer all kinds of torture to atone for his sins!

【Ah ah ah ah ah.】

Accompanied by meaningless screams, the translucent red resentful baby swam out of the lake, driven by the horses in the stream, and glared at Anros and his party with resentment.

(End of this chapter)