I Am the God of Games

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If it is a player, it is still a safe area that will not lose blood due to excessive heat, but for ordinary people, it is already a dangerous area that surpasses the scorching heat environment and can evaporate people to dryness.

But even so, there are still people who can act normally here, and even exert terrifying combat effectiveness.

"This is the last mouse to stick behind us."

The assassin, whose body was looming like a mirage, pulled the dagger out of Simba's neck, and there were several front-line players, including Shazu and Nana, around him.

"Obviously, all traces have been cleaned up on the road, how did these guys find our whereabouts?" he muttered thoughtfully to himself.

In his opinion, it was a very strange group of guys.

They have a rather tricky ability for assassins - they won't die instantly even if they're pierced through.

In addition, this group of people also has a very strong strength even in the Fenya Silver Oak Club. If they can't keep up with their slaughtering moves, it would take a lot of effort to kill these guys.

"Lamias-sama, look!"

Another assassin behind him exclaimed, pointing to the corpse on the ground.

The assassin named Ramias lowered his head and found that the corpses of those players began to gradually dissipate in the air because the resurrection period had passed.

This reminded him of a passerby who was casually killed on the road. The other party's dress was as bizarre as these guys. At that time, he wiped his neck. Although he felt a little strange, he didn't confirm it because of his confidence in his skills. ...

Presumably that guy confuses himself by pretending to be dead, so I called these strange people in some way, and secretly decorated my team.

"Need to trace the origin of these guys?"

Ramias' subordinate asked in a low voice.

"No need, there is no idle time now... Don't forget our purpose." Ramias shook his head: "We are all destined to die on this land, but for our great vision, this level of sacrifice is necessary!"

"Yes,

I will follow you to the end. The subordinate also looked at him with great reverence and nodded to him.

"Then go and clean up the scene quickly, don't leave any traces, and prepare to go after the last dinner!" Ramias waved and ordered: "For our vision--"

But before he could finish speaking, his voice suddenly stopped, and then he narrowed his eyes and looked into the darkness where the sparks were floating.

After a while, a sword-wielding figure slowly walked out of the darkness.

"Although I haven't deliberately restrained my breath, my instinct before the battle will try to gather my breath as much as possible... You don't need to be so serious, I'm complimenting you." The man who came out of the darkness slowly said.

And Ramias looked at each other, but couldn't help but feel absurd.

The opponent was wearing fine leather armor that was obviously tanned. Although the leather armor on the gauntlet and left leg was obviously different from the body and helmet, it still couldn't hide the rather luxurious feeling.

If that's the case, that's fine. After all, there are a lot of mercenaries who can't wear a full set of equipment and make up everything.

But the problem is that the guy who appeared in front of them was a long gray eel head from the neck, in the night of the volcanic area, shaking with the sultry air flow, it looked very funny.

Ramias could roughly see that it was a headgear, but what made him unacceptable was why the other party had to wear such a strange headgear? In the duel of the masters, this is a great flaw... Could it be to cover up his own head and make it difficult for him to judge where the opponent's real neck is?

But it's not necessary, let alone a top assassin like yourself, even an assassin who has just started three or five months, as long as he can survive in those dangerous missions, he will keep his eyes closed to the neck of the target can be inserted.

Because it was too weird, for a while, the momentum of Ramias's thousand-strengthened assassin was shaken...

The unexpected visitor shook his eel head and said to Ramias: "My child is in your care. If you don't mind, can you tell me what you mean by 'great vision'?"

"Go!"

Ramias felt that if he didn't do it again, the assassins on his side would wait solemnly, and the murderous aura they gathered would not be able to sustain collapse, so he simply shouted, intending to grab the first move.

A few assassins faintly approached the eel's head under the shelter of the night, and then drew out their poisonous daggers to directly assassinate the funny uninvited guest.

But in just a split second, the other party pulled out a long sword from nowhere, easily blocked those sharp blades flashing with cold light, and shot them all to the ground!

Ramias froze in his heart, realizing that the opponent is different from those players just now, and he is a real master!

"Question: Who are you?" After avoiding the assassins, the other party moved closer to the assassins, and after changing the weapon to a fist-blade attack, he used the long sword covered with runes to cut through their skin, leading the way. At the same time as the blood stains, he said softly.

Ramias snorted lightly, this unit was carefully selected from himself to his followers, and they all enthusiastically agreed with the great vision of the Fenya Silver Oak Society, and finally comrades who will sacrifice their lives , it's just that this kind of playful flesh wound can't ask any information from their mouths!

However, to his surprise, the injured assassin actually spoke up: "We are members of the Fenya Silver Oak Club..."

"What are you doing, Ned!"

Ramias shouted.

The assassin who opened his mouth was stunned for a moment, then his whole face twisted and he rushed towards the eel's head: "How dare you—"

But his decisive blow didn't have any effect, the opponent just avoided his attack as easily as a dance, and used the sword covered with runes to slash his back again like a slaughter. a wound.

"Question: What are you doing here?"

"Of course I'm looking for the Holy Fire Worship... uh ah ah ah!"

The assassin replied subconsciously first, then came back to his senses, and stabbed the dagger into his throat with a whimper, preventing himself from continuing to speak.

"It's a pity that I didn't finish listening to your purpose." Mufasa looked at the dead assassin with regret, and he gently wiped off the blood on the blade: "But there are still a lot of times the sword of mantra is left. Let's keep fighting."

"Are you a devil!"

Ramias cursed bitterly.

"What stupid words are you talking about, you are b," Mufasa said without hesitation: "We are the just!"