Chapter 227 World War Event
When Raymond woke up, it was already late at night, the gas lamps burning dimly. He found his vision blurry. He wiped his face and found that he was in tears. Raymond was stunned for a moment, then covered his face and burst into tears.
Thrall was sitting nearby adjusting a prop. He tilted his head when he heard the noise. "What did you see?"
Raymond burst into tears, "I... I'm sorry for Yoluya, I'm sorry for him..."
"I always, always felt that we were best friends, friends better than brothers..."
"I didn't know... How could I not see it..."
Sal said nothing, waiting quietly for Raymond to vent his emotions.
It wasn't known how long it took before Raymond regained his composure. He wiped his face, but his eyes were still red and his voice was hoarse from crying. He stood up and bowed to Thrall. "Sir Thrall, thank you."
Sal put away the props and listened to Raymond's description of what he had seen before asking, "What are you going to do next?"
Raymond said, "I want to ask Paradise for help again."
Sal raised his eyelids and glanced at him.
This glance put a lot of pressure on Raymond, but he didn't flinch. Instead, he continued to negotiate with him, "I know that the games and movies in the park are all true, and the Earth is facing the threat of the evil god."
Speaking of the evil god, Raymond gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with deep hatred. "We can work together. You're helping me because I still have value, right?"
The corners of Sal's mouth rose and fell again. "You are wrong. I am helping you not because of your value, but because our director is kind-hearted."
Raymond was stunned.
Thrall continued, "Remon, don't forget. You only hold a noble title. You don't actually hold any official position, and you don't even have any soldiers under your command. What right do you think you have to cooperate with Paradise? I brought the blank board to help you see that period, but I only wanted to gather the remaining energy of Yoluya and learn what happened ten years ago."
After hearing this, Raymond's blood, which was ignited by hatred, temporarily cooled down. He was stunned for a moment, then suddenly looked up, "I can do it! I can prove my worth!"
Sal looked at him.
Raymond continued, "Bishop Mo Fanwo has also been shaken. He is not a supporter of the Heretic God and does not know about those things. I can persuade him and then secretly spread the truth to shake the Heretic God's faith! Bishop Mo Fanwo's family has connections all over the country! I can also open the palace gates and help your people attack the palace..."
Raymond eagerly told his plan, driven by hatred and anger. As long as he could destroy the evil god, he would not hesitate even if he had to die immediately.
Sal listened for a while and seemed finally satisfied. "Very good." He handed the prop he had been debugging to Raymond.
It was a golden gun. It was not very big, but its caliber was much larger than that of ordinary guns.
Thrall: "This is a level 30 item, the Gun of Insight. It contains eighteen bullets. When fired, they create a white smoke explosion within a three-kilometer radius. If anyone encounters this smoke and turns green, it means it's a monster in human skin."
"Although you are only level 15, this item has no attack power, so there is no level limit."
Raymond took the gun with both hands, his face solemn, "I understand."
It was on this night that he fired the first shot towards the north of the city.
White smoke enveloped the north of the city, where aristocratic mansions were concentrated, and also covered the entire Herbert family.
Raymond returned home late at night and saw his uncle, the current head of the Herbert family, with an abnormal bluish-gray skin. He was unaware of it and was still blaming him for coming back so suddenly.
Raymond's body trembled slightly, but the moment his uncle turned around, he drew his sword and slashed at him.
The head of the Herbert family suddenly dodged with an agility and dexterity that was inconsistent with his bulky body, but Raymond was prepared and still killed him with a single sword strike.
The guards in the mansion were first stunned by the brutal spectacle of parricide, then stunned by the black smoke rising from the patriarch. Everyone in this world knew that only monsters turned into black smoke upon death.
In the silence, only Raymond's voice echoed forcefully. "I've received news that a large number of monsters have entered the capital. Those with bluish-gray skin are those possessed by monsters." He looked at the captain of the guards and said, "Pick a hundred men and help me slay the monsters!"
That night, riots broke out in many places in the royal capital, and the sounds of fighting and wailing were heard from countless nobles' mansions.
Raymond fired the shot with a heavy heart, but later found that the result was much better than he thought. Most of the people in those aristocratic families were alive, while those powerful family heads and high-ranking officials were basically no longer human.
White mist filled most of the capital. Thrall stood on the roof in the night, his expression gradually becoming strange.
"Strange, with such a big commotion, it's normal for Four Seasons not to react, but why is the Pope so indifferent?"
"Something's not right." Thrall whispered the name of the skill, "Precognition."
The next moment, a spear suddenly flashed out of the darkness, pierced his chest, and nailed him to a high wall. Blood flowed down along the cracks in the wall and gathered in a pool on the ground.
The above was the moment he predicted in the future. The moment he got the answer, Thrall's figure disappeared in the blink of an eye. At the same time, there was a sound of breaking air, and a spear pierced through his original position and shot straight at the high wall.
Under the scarlet moonlight, Thrall's figure appeared on another roof, while his real body was hidden in the shadows of the alley.
Unfortunately, his disguise failed to deceive the enemy. A gloomy voice sounded behind his true form, "Lord Sar, long time no see."
Thrall turned around and saw the Pope of the Church of Four Seasons appearing in front of him with a group of church priests. The faces of all the priests were pale, and it was obvious that their true nature had been revealed by the Spear of Insight.
What bad luck, thought Sal.
***
Bo Shuangchi just came out from the bottom of the sea.
He is a character card that has just recently turned from virtual to real. He is level 50 and his skill bar is richer than before, but he is not satisfied with this. He still regrets that the time he turned from virtual to real was too fast, much faster than his brothers and sisters. If he could be given a little more time, he would definitely have a few more skills. After all, his ideal pursuit is to become a hexagonal warrior without any shortcomings.
"Fortunately, I can use items to make up for some of my shortcomings in speed and poison resistance."
"Next, I have to find someone to take me to the leech's territory to test the poison resistance items." Bo Shuangchi was planning the next itinerary in his mind with an expressionless face when he heard a familiar voice coming from a distant place that only he could hear.
"Bo Shuangchi, bring Thrall back."
It’s the director’s order!
Bo Shuangchi subconsciously paused in his steps and looked around blankly, "Which direction is the Theodore Kingdom?"
***
Thrall felt incredibly impressive. He was a level 50 character, being chased by a level 50 Hierophant and a group of level 30-40 monsters, yet he managed to hold out for two hours. He was truly incredible! When he got back, he was determined to write about this experience and record it in the "Book Tour" experience center for the whole world to watch!
With a loud bang, he rushed out from the half-collapsed city wall, his body covered in blood, his face covered with dust and scratches.
Looking back, he saw that the lackeys of Four Seasons were no more glorious than him. Many of them had lost limbs and arms after being blown up by his air bombs. It seemed that he had a greater chance of winning, but Thrall knew that these monsters still had physical strength, while his extraordinary power was almost exhausted.
Damn, I can only run away with all my strength.
He tried several times to use the personality card's properties to return directly to the director's backpack, but each time he tried, a line of standard Song font appeared in front of him: [Space is blocked, unable to return. Please call for help.]
It would be fine if the entire capital was sealed off, but now he's already quite a distance away from the capital, and he's still being sealed off? Is that Pope really that powerful?
Could it be that the Four Seasons Evil God had personally taken action? Impossible. If he had, he would have long since turned into a shredded piece of paper and returned to the director's arms.
The Pope and other monsters were still chasing him, beating him as they went. Thrall not only had to conserve his extraordinary power, but also had to try his best to avoid every attack from them.
[The space is blocked and cannot be returned. Please call for help.]
[The space is blocked and cannot be returned. Please call for help.]
[The space is blocked and cannot be returned. Please call for help.]
[Space is blocked...]
A gust of hot wind blew from behind him. Thrall, who was moving between the tree branches, jumped to avoid the attack. However, due to exhaustion, he not only failed to get up, but fell heavily to the ground.
"Shit!" he cursed. His heavy body slammed heavily onto the slanting branches in the forest, snapping countless twigs as he continued to fall. Dense branches and sharp leaves scratched his face and tore his clothes.
The sky in front of him was also obscured by the increasingly dark shadows of the trees. At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind: This night was too long.
Of course, the monsters would not miss this opportunity. They launched a dense barrage of attacks, and Thrall had already lost every bit of his strength.
Just when he thought he would be beaten into a ball of paper, a huge sound of water waves was heard, and he was completely wrapped in a light blue water curtain.
The monster's attack crackled on the water curtain, like rain falling into the sea, insignificant.
At the same time, a strong body hugged him and wrapped him up completely.
Sal's mind flashed, and even the pain all over his body didn't prevent him from putting on an attentive smile. It was hard not to suspect that the man who came to save him in such a situation was someone he had hooked up with before, so he immediately decided to use all his strength to help this man get to the end and send him back to paradise.
As he turned around, he saw a familiar face. Sal's coquettish smile suddenly disappeared, and he was even a little disappointed. "Ah, it's my younger brother."
Bo Shuangchi responded, raised his hand and lifted up a huge water dragon, breaking through the blockade of the monsters.
The next moment, the two golden cards turned into two golden beams of light and rushed directly into the sky.
Bo Shuangchi brought Sal back to the fantasy park.
The next morning, Fantasy Park suddenly issued an announcement.
Fantasy Park: Dear visitors, Fantasy Park is launching an unprecedented large-scale event—World Defense War! Warriors above level 5 are welcome to sign up and participate. You will receive generous prizes and points. You will also have a chance to win a million-dollar grand prize.
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