I Captivate the Player

"Ancient alchemy is extremely evil, and its main research areas are the human body and the soul. Samael himself is even more ambitious and extremely dangerous."

The more the "Black Singer" watched, the more he knew it. Sure enough, as he expected, Samael was positioned as a powerful behind-the-scenes manipulator in the game, extremely dangerous, insane, unscrupulous, and heinous.

One sentence summary is: Killing it might explode the magic weapon!

"Back! Sandro is back!"

Suddenly someone shouted outside, and the "Black Singer" was taken aback. He hesitated for a moment, curled up and hid under the priest's bed.

There was also a frantic commotion among the players outside. Some players ran away directly, while others hid.

Of course, there are also players who stand near the door fearlessly, holding a wooden stick and waiting for Sandro's arrival.

Sandro's lungs are about to explode!

When he came to the river just now, it was getting dark, and he couldn't see where the daughter said by the "vagrant" was. When he was observing carefully, the despicable foreigner suddenly kicked him into the river!

It made him covered in mud!

The guy ran away immediately, and Sandro climbed up and swore that the next time he saw him, he must make him pay the price and let him taste the pain like going to hell!

"Ok?"

Because there are lights in the church, Sandro clearly saw a figure standing at the door, holding some kind of stick, swaying there, waiting for him without hiding.

"..." Sandro was silent.

He suddenly had a hunch that the attack he had just now was actually a premeditated action by the other party. Sandro, as the priest of the former Glorious Three Monarchs, had actually been on the battlefield, so he didn't panic.

Sandro decided to enter the church through the back door.

"Ok?"

I can't lift my feet.

The shoe is stuck with a liquid.

"What? Slime's slime? No, it's the alchemist's glue."

He immediately became vigilant, alchemy potion, could it be that Baron Samuel is going to attack it!

The sheriff must have betrayed him, hehe, that guy must have died in pain.

However, it doesn't matter, as long as I have been hiding in the church for the past few days, under the protection of the Nightmare Monarch, I am invincible!

The player standing at the door also realized that he had been spotted, and he jumped out with a roar, waving a stick and trying to give Priest Sandro a headshot.

However, Sandro was not afraid at all, he muttered a word, summoned a cloud of gray gas that was faintly visible, and transformed into a vague gas one-sided round shield, blocking in front of him.

Sandro's expression is very calm, ordinary people can't break the magic spell no matter what.

He suddenly smelled a suffocating stench!

This strong stench made people sick. Sandro thought of something, and his face suddenly turned pale.

"Ooooooooooooooooo!"

A few "refugees" rushed over from a distance. They roared and laughed wildly with ferocious expressions, and each of them carried buckets of "certain substance" for fertilization in their hands.

Their purpose is obvious, that is, they want Posandro alone!

Although Sandro still has time to use the next magic spell to deal with all the "vagrants" rushing over, the embarrassing thing is that when he changes the magic spell, the stick will fall down.

Then a serious question comes.

As a real decent man, a formal clergyman, a priest respectfully called lord by the populace, does Sandro want to be hit hard on the head with a wooden stick, or to be mercilessly beaten by "something" What about the baptism?

"Despicable stranger!"

Chapter 21 Reincarnation Hell

In fact, this is not a multiple choice question, but a logic question.

Sandro was sure that if he was knocked unconscious, they would continue to pour the stinky and filthy things on him.

So, he had no choice at all.

"Crash."

The foul-smelling priest trembled in anger, and immediately there were streaks of gray mist in his hands, and these gray mist easily entangled the surrounding players.

"What is this? Gas tentacles?"

"The determination of strength is so strong, I can't break free at all!"

Sandro's eyes were angry and his face was expressionless. Under his control, the power of the gray mist became stronger and stronger, tearing the players' bodies to pieces little by little.

"Despicable stranger!"

“Look out for the locals with slippery feet!”

A dozen or so players rushed out from nearby, holding mice, snakes, spiders and other things and trying to throw them at Sandro.

They are casual players, they don't want to spend time lurking at all, they just want to go straight to the mission target.

However, the gray gas entangled the players again, easily tearing them apart.

"This is......"