The most difficult gargoyle to cut was also driven into the soul by Thirteen's sword. The body of the rock disintegrated into powder in the air and dissipated. Without support, Thirteen fell freely to the mountain below him. The 25-meter-high stadium was also
It's enough to be a training ground for divers, but there's just no water here.
Fortunately, the mountains below were made of foam. Thirteen fell in with a bang and didn't even hear a cry. When he climbed out, Thirteen's whole body was covered with small white particles.
Even the black bloodstain of Frankenstein has been wiped clean. Thirteen took off the sportswear that was scratched by the gargoyle, revealing a steel body covered with black veins, letting Shang, who was sitting by the chessboard,
The palms of my hands were so cautious that my liver was pounding wildly.
As the saying goes, an iron-blooded man is a man without iron in his hands and blood on his body. You have to admit, but when a scarred man stands in front of you, the blood marks on his muscles can really arouse the excitement of your most primitive hormones.
Shang Shou had to admit that Thirteen at this moment revealed a suffocating temptation.
"Hey, keep going. My Ultraman time is limited. Hurry up. If you can, it doesn't matter if you cast a few more times." Thirteen stuffed a few more pieces of chocolate into his mouth and reminded him while chewing.
"Well, okay." A slightly panicked Shang picked up the dice again, took a deep breath to calm down, and threw the dice back onto the chessboard where it belonged. The number was another 1.
"1? Why is it 1 again!" Shang Shouxuan regretted like all gamblers.
"Don't you understand? The chessboard doesn't want to end the game." Thirteen couldn't help but smile, and said with a slightly upward smile, "Tell me, if 1 comes out every time, how many steps will it take to reach the end?"
"Four times..." Shang Shouzhong didn't want his luck to be so bad.
"That means, this guy only has 4 chances to kill me...Hurry up, Mr. Chessboard, you are not far from death." Thirteen swung the two swords in his hands.
New English appeared again, and new evil spirits also passed through the dimensional space gate of the Lost game and came to the world. Next, all the evil ghosts released in the Lost game were 4-star evil spirits, and Thirteen also insisted on killing them one by one.
The more I play this game, the more I feel the vastness of domestic culture. Look at the ghosts and monsters on this foreign board. They are so unimaginative and monotonous. Werewolves and Bloody Marys are all crap. Science
Weird people and gargoyles are frequent visitors in the game.
Later, the board of the Lost game even released a night elf, a guy who shot randomly from a distance. This guy was also regarded as an evil spirit. Even when Thirteen killed him, he felt that the guy's death was unfair.
At the last step from the end, Lost Game once again broke the rule of only releasing one ghost at a time. It released a group of 6 werewolves in an instant and gave them the buff of Moon Halo, cheating to the limit.
It's a pity that even this only took more of Thirteen's time. Thirteen beheaded with a sword. No matter how strong your recovery ability is, there is no way to grow your head back after it falls off, right?
After cleaning up the group of dogs, Thirteen put away the sword slave and walked to the stone platform with the white deer in one hand. He personally dismantled the formation used to exorcise ghosts. Now it feels that this formation is completely redundant.
, not used even once.
Thirteen quickly walked to the chessboard and struck the crystal ball in the middle of the chessboard with a bloody blade. "Hey, have you had enough? You know you can't defeat me, even if I empty out your space, you
You can't even kill me.
Do you know why? Because the guys you imprisoned have long been accustomed to being the playthings of others. They have been imprisoned for too long and have lost their fighting spirit and wildness. They have become clumsy, and even their pursuers have been eliminated to gain salvation.
And I have already read your information. You are just a basic chessboard for training investigators below level 4. You cannot release evil spirits above 5 stars at all. Are you planning to be the final boss and be hacked to death by me, or are you planning to be the final boss?
Why don't you fart now?"
Shang Shou couldn't understand what Shisan said, but the crystal ball in the center of the chessboard moved after Shisan's words. Who would have thought that a bald old man crawled out from the middle of the chessboard, and the crystal ball turned out to be his head.
"Old Leisure Ghost, to put it simply, is the spirit created by the chessboard under the influence of long-term spiritual power, turning him into a ghost with independent consciousness. He is a 4-star evil ghost, but his harm index is only 10%." Xiaoqiang.
He came out again and added, "The foreign demon-hunting organizations are indeed a grassroots team. They don't even understand that spiritual objects need special encapsulation and isolation treatment. They actually turned this dangerous old antique into a spirit. Bad reviews. Bad reviews."
"My hero, have mercy on me." The old man begged pitifully.
"Can you speak Chinese?" Shisan said in surprise while carrying the white deer.
"I have built-in languages for 64 countries. It is a universal model and can speak Chinese." After showing off for a while, the old man said pitifully, "Actually, aging is not a harmful thing. Originally, in the British Episcopal Church,
He is quite favored, and many excellent demon hunters started here."
The old ghost of Leisure told a sad and long story. It was once popular and was a treasure book that hunters rushed to use. It was respected as a teacher by countless people and nurtured generations of demon hunters until the Age of Discovery.
The old ghost followed the fleet across the sea to the United States.
A lot of things happened during this period, including the founding war between the Episcopal Church and the American demon hunting organization. But even so, old ghosts were still a necessary means for demon hunters to train newcomers. Until World War II, the United States entered an unprecedented
During the period of development opportunities, technology has undergone rapid changes. In the past, it took more than ten years of practice to learn the fireball technique, but now it only requires a miniaturized flamethrower. The American demon hunting organization has gained the same skills as their country.
Unprecedented development, they integrated a large amount of technology into the demon hunting operation, and changed the name of the demon hunting organization to "Area 51". Externally, it is said to be an organization that studies aliens, but privately it develops a variety of tools specifically designed to deal with evil spirits.
Monsters, weapons of the devil.
The most powerful thing is their human genetic research that started during World War II. Wolverine, Spider-Man, Hulk, etc. are no longer just creatures that may appear in science fiction movies.
Just like this, the old antique Amusement Ghost was forgotten in an old warehouse full of spiders and stayed there for 50 years. The Lost Game gave birth to the Amusement Ghost out of loneliness.
It wasn't until the old ghost accidentally got the news that the superiors were going to dispose of the warehouse and seal the old gadgets forever in the underground database. He used his own strength to escape from Area 51 and lived among the people. His original intention was not to harm anyone, he just wanted to
Looking at the colors of the sun, I just want to experience the feeling of being touched by someone again.
Unfortunately, he forgot that he was a tool that could release evil spirits. After Shang Zhou and his sisters threw the dice again, everything was irreversible. Only at this moment did the old ghost You realize what a disaster he had caused.
The investigators are simply formidable. Thirteen is more brave than any demon hunter that Yu Yugui has ever encountered before. This is an innate strength, not something that can be obtained by modifying genes with drugs or food.
"You have killed three people. Do you mean you want to live?" Shisan asked coldly.
"People were not killed by the old man. Everything is the rules set by the chess game itself. But their deaths did happen because of the old man's desire to live, and they are always to blame. If you insist on taking my life, the old man will have no complaints."
The old ghost of pleasure may be eager to live, but he is not a coward who evades responsibility. He has been dealing with the righteous side for many years, and he also has a kind of righteousness in him.
"You are a spirit. You should know that you cannot enter the path of reincarnation. If I don't kill you, your investigators from Area 51 will come and take you back for humane destruction. If I kill you, I will earn performance points, which seems more beneficial.
?" Thirteen weighed the pros and cons, and that look in his eyes had revealed his bad nature.
Ten minutes later, Thirteen informed the Underworld Bureau through a special phone call that the mission had been completed and the Lost Game had been destroyed.
After receiving the notification, Qingcheng and his vulture team who were ambushing around the school quickly left. Thirteen looked so miserable with Lin Xi on his back and a bunch of messy gadgets hanging on his body.
Standing at the entrance of the venue, Thirteen said goodbye to Shang Shou, who had already taken off his wig, "Thank you for your help, then let's say goodbye."
"Teacher, what on earth are you?" Shang Zhou's cheeks were red, and he still didn't understand it until now.
"Me? You'd better not ask about my identity, otherwise the water meter will be checked. I can only tell you that I am the last guarantee to protect your normal life. From now on, no matter you are a boy or a girl, as long as you are the most
Just like it." Shisan touched Shang Zhou's head with the same warmth as a teacher saying goodbye to a student.
"Teacher, my sisters, can you live happily in the next life?" Shang Shou's eyes turned red again.
"Don't worry about the fact that you can't change at all. If you have that leisure, it's more practical to think about whether to announce your coming out on QQ space. In this world, whether you are alive or dead, it is destiny. There is nothing good about it.
It’s a pity that I’m leaving.” After Shisan finished speaking, he carried Lin Xi on his back and left this aristocratic middle school where they had only known each other for 15 hours.
Regarding the board of the Lost Game, the foreign friends who arrived after sitting for more than ten hours only got back a dice as a souvenir and went back full of regrets.
And on the night when Thirteen announced that he had killed the old amusement ghost, the Profitable No Loss Pawn Shop welcomed a new product. The chessboard was carefully collected and put into Grandpa Jing Xiaoxiao's treasure house. As a pawnbroker,
Thirteen, just in exchange for a service to repair the Rose Arm Armor... This guy is really a cheating place.