"At the entrance to the snowy battlefield, two players covered in blood and with extremely damaged equipment fled from the snow in a hurry, as if the cruelest ghost in the world was chasing them behind them, with words written all over their faces.
fear.
It's better to say it's a devil than a ghost.
A demon exuding devilish aura!
A Guild of Light who had just arrived from the bunker, one of them looked at the obviously timid leader, Thief, strangely, and secretly wondered: "Those who can come to the battlefield and possess late-level third-level strength must be determined people.
Why do these two people seem to be frightened out of their wits? What exactly is it that makes him so frightened?"
While he was thinking about it, he stopped the group leader and asked, "Hey, brother, may I ask, are there any treasures in this sudden snowfield?"
"You...you want to go into this snow?"
"Visions happen rarely, so I want to try my luck."
The group leader looked at him as if he were a dead person: "Do you know what's in this?"
"Well? There won't be any ghosts, right?"
"Ghost, haha, haha, what is a ghost? Tell you, I tell you, there is a demon from the dark camp here..." At this point, the group leader seemed to have remembered something scary and screamed.
He ran away and disappeared from the player's sight in the blink of an eye. He was obviously frightened and on the verge of a mental breakdown.
The player curled his lips with disdain: "Devil? How terrifying must it be to scare him into being like this? He must be one of those greenhouse flowers who was born in a big family and has never seen any big winds and waves." After saying that, he
He smiled at the dozen or so guild cadre-level players behind him and said, "Okay everyone, it looks like there is a devil in the snow. Let's go."
"It's impossible for a demon to cause such a phenomenon in the snow. I guess there must be a treasure chest."
"Hahaha, you're right, let's go, the treasures and equipment are waiting for us!"
"Don't worry, President, in front of our Xiongqing Guild, no matter what kind of evil spirit it is."
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When the president of the Xiongqing Guild looked at the thousands of shocking corpses in front of him with some horror, he wondered in his mind what kind of demon had such great power to make such a team full of fear even after death.
"Demons are infested, and players will die. Don't enter."
A slogan like this appeared on a huge stone nearby. President Xiongqing couldn't help but frown, "There seems to be something weird about this place."
One person said, "President, don't you think about it, if there is a sudden snow phenomenon on the battlefield, what kind of safe place will it be?"
President Xiongqing hesitated, then said, "As you can see, there are at least two thousand corpses on the ground. They are probably a mercenary group. Although I didn't bring many people here this time, only six thousand people.
But the strength of this mercenary group is very strong, not much different from ours, and look at the level of these corpses."
As President Xiongqing finished speaking, several players showed surprise after noticing the levels of corpses underground, "They..., they are all players in the middle or late third level, and none of them are below level three."
President Xiongqing suddenly showed a fierce look and gritted his teeth and said, "If you don't enter the tiger's den, you won't get the tiger's cub! Even if it's a fifth-level demon type assassin, I will use my numbers to crush it. Fatty, I don't want you to stay.
Attract other people while you fight."
"President, be careful."
"Hahaha, don't worry, Fatty, there are so many of us, we won't be wiped out."
"That's right." The fat man nodded matter-of-factly.
After watching the president and others leave, the fat man sat alone among the piles of corpses...
Well, realizing that he was unlucky and uncomfortable, the fat man hurriedly got up and found a clean snowy forest to rest.
As time went by, the battle horns and sounds of fighting gradually disappeared, and the fat man showed a rare joy, "It's over so soon. As expected of the president, let's go see what equipment was exploded."
Arriving at the center of the snow, Fatty looked at the corpses everywhere in front of him. The place was as quiet as a forest of death. Under his calm heart, he felt a kind of fear from the bottom of his heart. This fear spread throughout his body like a demon.
, making his whole body stiff and almost afraid to move.
In the middle of the corpses everywhere, there was a figure covered in blood and exuding demonic aura. At this time, the Fatty's president was in a half-kneeling position, holding a sword in the ground with both hands, his eyes slightly closed.
Obviously, President Xiongqing was still fighting until the last moment, but his fighting spirit and unyielding spirit were of no use!
One glance, just one glance, completely crushed the fighting spirit of this majestic Xiongqing Guild "master"!
Use your eyes to defeat the fighting spirit of a "master"?
Even a "super master" like President Yuharu couldn't do it, but that man just did it.
Thinking of the way that man looked at him, Fatty intuitively felt that his heart couldn't help but tremble again, his whole body became cold, and his face turned pale as death.
It was a kind of demonic energy that was above all else. The whole world, the whole universe, was trampled under his feet. He moaned in pain, and a kind of completely indifferent indifference was actually calm and did not cause any ripples during the killing.
.
It seemed that what he killed at that time was not a person, but a few humble ants... No, maybe not even ants. In his eyes, killing seemed ordinary and natural, just like those players who brought them to him.
He should be allowed to kill.
God’s indifference!
Demonic killing!
At that glance, the "master" image that Fatty had maintained for a long time completely and unreservedly collapsed!
At that moment, he really thought he was dead.
A burst of strength came from nowhere in the fat man's body, and he felt quite awake.
"We must tell everyone that there is no treasure here. This is not a vision caused by the arrival of a divine weapon. There is only one demon here, one who keeps harvesting the lives of others, and a demon who kills for the sake of killing!"
The fat man suppressed the fear in his heart and moved with trembling steps. He was so weak that he wanted to leave here and tell everyone on the battlefield the news.
However, when he lowered his head and turned around, he suddenly discovered that a pair of feet had appeared in his sight at some point.
What followed was a terrifying demonic aura that would wake up nightmares even while sleeping.
In an instant, the blood all over Fatty's body solidified...
Then, a post called "Battlefield Demon" appeared in the Light Camp Forum.
There were disdain, ridicule, and countless comments with different opinions. During this period, several more curious guilds stepped into this snowy area.
