I Became a God in a Horror Game

And at this moment, the crown prince, who has never been emotionally flustered in front of others, the eldest prince Georgia, known as the [Golden Light], took a deep breath, turned and rushed into the palace.

He lowered his head and hurriedly ran through the crowd who were looking at him with anticipation, his teeth were clenched, his eyes were a little red, and a strange emotion was rushing in his chest.

——Why are everyone just unwilling, unwilling to endure a little more winter for this country?

Georgia rushed into the palace, he walked past the bowing guard without looking, and with a rare rude salute, he went straight into his room and took the most powerful hand from the wall. The bow, without looking back, went in the direction of the country gate guarded by the Gold Distribution Office.

He clenched his long bow tightly, his eyes cold.

——Whether it is a so-called god or any strange guest, he will not allow the other party to step into the ancient Loren country.

This is his country, this is his people, no matter how naive, no one else can exploit their pain in the name of gold.

Georgia held the longbow and stood on the towering city wall at the entrance and exit. No one was guarding here, because the soldiers all went down to greet the distinguished guest. One, because the gods hid Gu Luoren, and there is no person in the Golden Publishing Office to lead the way, ordinary people can't get in here at all.

Today, everyone is waiting inside, which means that no one leads the way, and the guest can rely on his own ability to come in.

No outsider has ever stepped into Ancient Loren without being led. No wonder his father was certain that this strange guest was a god.

The high priest was full of anxiety and anxiety waiting by the entrance. The king was silent, his lips were white, and the guards looked at the entrance expectantly. After waiting for about half an hour, there was finally movement from the entrance.

The sound of a man stepping on leather shoes on the hard ground came slowly, he stroked the dense woods at the entrance, revealing a masked face, and his voice was laughing: "I got off the island of the sky from there and kept going. I'm rushing here, I didn't change my clothes, and I hope you don't mind."

"I'm not late, am I?"

This man spoke the proficiency of ancient loren, and the high priest gasped in shock, bowed and greeted with sincerity: "I'm not late!"

"Hello, hello." King Grollon stepped forward nervously and stretched out his hand, "I am King Grollon."

"I know." The masked man, or God, with an easy-going tone and a smile, took off his gloves, reached out and shook hands with the king, "You are my main transaction partner."

"You resemble the king a thousand years ago."

"Yes, is it?" The king smiled reluctantly, then asked tremblingly, "The gold..."

"Don't worry." The man stretched out his palm with a sparkling mottled wedge-shaped ore suspended on it. He said in a mild tone, "I brought a touch of gold."

"I gave you a sample before. This is a genuine product. Just bury this golden stone in the ore vein, and the gold mine will continue to produce as before."

"A steady stream of gold?" the king repeated the man's words in a trembling voice.

"Yes, as long as you use this touchstone, your future kingdom will have inexhaustible gold." The man smiled and spread his hands, "This touchstone is comparable to that of the king buried a thousand years ago. The gold-pointing stone of the ore vein is strong, and at that time, gold dust may be scattered on your streets at any time, and gold statues can be seen everywhere, and everyone may have gold as big as themselves."

"Your golden age will come again."

"But be careful when burying it."

He smiled and reminded: "This piece of gold and stone is fragile, and I only have this one."

The king swallowed nervously and wanted to reach out to pick up the golden stone. The man also stretched out his hand, ready to deliver the golden stone.

At the moment of delivery, Georgia on the city wall stood tall and straight, his eyes sharply pulled the bowstring to the auricle with two fingers, the wind blew his light brown high ponytail, and the bright metal color of the bowstring set off. His dark brown eyes were getting darker.

The sharp tip of the bow and arrow reflected a strange glare, Georgia's chest heaved violently, and he gritted his teeth - this may be the most inappropriate and impulsive thing he has done since he was the crown prince.

Attack foreigners.

Georgia loosened the bowstring, and the arrow shot out like a thunderbolt from the cloud, penetrated between the king and the god, and pointed directly at the touchstone!

The man seemed to have sensed something, and quickly closed his palms and held the Golden Stone, but the arrow was like thunder, passing through his palm holding the Golden Stone, and blood dripped down.

"Ah ah ah." The man turned his head with a smile and looked at Georgia who was drawing his bow again on the high platform, "It seems that your country doesn't seem to welcome me as a businessman very much."

"Georgia?!" The king looked at the red-eyed Georgia on the high platform in astonishment. He reprimanded in exasperation. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced timidly at the god who seemed to be indifferent at all, "What are you doing! Come down quickly!"

"Guard! Press the eldest prince down!"

The high priest almost had a cardiac arrest, and he asked in a panic, "Is the golden stone okay?!"

"It's okay." The man opened his palm lightly, nothing in it, and said with a smile, "I put it away."

"Hurry up!" The high priest greeted quickly, "Let the doctor in the city come over and wrap the palms of the guests."

"No." The man smiled and waved his hand, "It's not bad to get hurt occasionally. I haven't been hurt for a long time."

The high priest stopped in astonishment and looked left and right at a loss.

"That..." The man said with a chuckle in his tone. He turned around and looked at Georgia, who was being forcibly pressed down by a group of guards. "Is the person who shot me with a bow and arrow your eldest prince?"

When the king heard the man mention this, his back tightened instantly, and he slightly blocked the direction of the man looking at Georgia: "...it's my eldest son, and the discipline is not strict, and please don't care about your guests."

"How can I compare, he is very interesting." The man smiled amusingly and asked politely, "Can I chat with him?"

Seeing the man's still bleeding hand, the king hesitated again and again, but he could only reluctantly nodded and agreed: "...I asked him to come down and admit his mistake, and I will punish him personally when I go back, and please don't be too harsh. "

Georgia was pressed in front of the man, his hands were tied by the guards behind his back, and his eyes were full of a kind of unruly disobedience, which was completely different from the elegant and gentle appearance that the prince had always shown.

"Georgia." The king's voice tightened, pressing down Georgia's raised head sternly, "You have committed a serious crime by attacking a foreign guest!"

"Apologize to this guest!"

"I will receive the punishment when I go back. I will accept any severe punishment." Georgia was forcibly lowered his head, but his voice was still cold, "But I will not apologize."

"He's not a guest of Gloria."

The king was anxious: "Georgia!!"

"Don't be so harsh, let go." The man interrupted the king with a smile, "Is your name Georgia?"

The king let go of his hand, and Georgia raised his head slowly, looking directly at the man without speaking.

"Your soul is very good." The man smiled briskly, "It's really surprising and pleasant to see such a soul in such a country."

"As a reward for showing me such a valuable soul, so be it, since you are determined to save this fairy-tale decaying country from me, the big bad guy you think, I will give you a chance."

"Let's play a game."

The man waved his hand, and the disappeared Philosopher's Stone appeared in his hand again. The Philosopher's Stone at the length of the palm was stained with a trace of blood, floating in front of Georgia's eyes, exuding a warm and bright luster like gold.

"Three days later." The man said with a chuckle, "After three days, I will come here with this Philosopher's Stone. If you can find a way to close all the mining areas and prevent anyone from burying the Philosopher's Stone in the vein, I will Just leave forever with a touch of gold, and never come to this country again."

"But if you don't."

"—Whether it's the pain of the touchstone a thousand years ago, or the pain of the touchstone now, at that time, all the pains will be paid by you."

"Your answer is?"

Georgia raised her head, her brown eyes were very clear: "Okay."

——Just like the king naively agreed to a deal with God a thousand years ago, he also naively agreed to play with God.

and thought he would win.

13 Central area of ​​the mining area.

Mu Sicheng cautiously walked through the dense group of human-shaped gold sculptures on the periphery of the mining area, heading towards the minecart, and when he reached the edge of the track, he reported to the headset: "The gold powder on the track has been erased, and it is relatively new."

"That should be the traces left by Georgia and the others going down." Bai Liu said, "This proves that we should be right. If Georgia and the others also come here, it can only mean that this is indeed the hiding place of the hourglass of time."

"The mining area is in the mountain, and there are many golden sculptures at the entrance." Mu Sicheng looked at the surrounding environment and reported in a low voice, "There are two railroad tracks at the entrance of the mountain, with mine carts on them, one of which should have been driven away by Georgia and the others. Yes, I drove into the mine, and I saw the dragging traces of the mine cart."

"The mine is very deep. I took a photo, and I can only see a lot of shiny gold inside. It's a little dazzling, and the rest can't be seen clearly. It is estimated that you have to go in by a mine cart to know what's going on."

"Should I wait for you to come and then go inside, or should I go down first?" Mu Sicheng asked.

Bai Liu didn't hesitate: "When we come, don't act casually yourself, stay away from those sculptures."

"But..." Mu Sicheng was a little anxious, his lungs itch involuntarily, and he began to cough violently, "cough, what if Georgia and the others get the hourglass of time one step ahead of us?"

"Then go ahead." Bai Liu was unmoved, "We were originally passive in this dungeon, it's normal for them to get an advantage earlier than us, don't act rashly when the early information is not equal, besides, you are the best at it. What is it?"

Mu Sicheng was startled.

"If they get it first," Bai Liu said calmly, "then you steal it back. With your movement speed and alertness, there shouldn't be many people in this game who can stop you who just want to steal."

"Really?" An extremely shallow young voice came from the depths of the mine, "I may be one of these people."

The blue-green butterfly fluttered in front of Mu Sicheng, whose pupils were shrunk, and the slender tail fell fine gold powder, flew over precariously, and landed on Armand stretched out on his index finger, shaking his wings gently.

Mu Sicheng turned his head abruptly, he jumped back twice, his breathing almost stopped - when he just explored this mining area, he didn't find a person hiding inside.

Armand hangs upside down on the mine, with his feet together, his ear-to-ear hair is pinned by a hairpin, only one side is hanging down, his eyes are closed, he is wearing a pure white gilt uniform, his back is straight, like a There was only a resting bat hanging on the rock, but at this moment, finally disturbed by the traveler who entered by mistake, he slowly opened his eyes.

In the brown pupils, the reflection of the monkey's paw has changed silently. Mu Sicheng who bared his teeth.

The butterfly that rested on his white uniform glove began to flap faster.

Armand tucked his legs lightly, and fell lightly from the top of the mine, not even a hair of hair was disturbed, he raised his eyes to look at Mu Sicheng opposite, his tone was calm: "When something happens, you are so impulsive and irritable, isn't it? There will be a good end, Mu Sicheng."

"You have a tone of saying that you want Lao Tzu to be captured." Mu Sicheng threw out his monkey paws unhappily, his pupils were erected into two thin peaks, and he smiled provocatively, "But last time you were stolen by me, so use this tone of voice. Talk to me, is it a little too big?"

"The ace newcomer of the Golden Dawn?"

"That time?" Armand dragged his chin and recalled with some understanding, "It's just a hair accessory. You didn't steal anything important, and I didn't need to leave the team and waste time entangled with you."

"but now--"

Armand lifted his eyelids and fluttered his arms to the right, and the butterfly rose from his right shoulder in the wind, its wings flapping rapidly.

"—What you are going to steal is something that is extremely important to my brother and my team."

"You can try and see if you can get over my protection and escape from my hurricane as you wish."

[System prompt: Player Armand uses skills to summon (chain hurricane)]

[This skill can continue to cause damage to players bound by chains in the hurricane until the hurricane stops, and the skill cd is one hour. 】

The author has something to say: The Philosopher's Stone was inspired by the "Philosophy" in Greek mythology

4 is a straight man, Armand is also a straight man, 4 had a girl he liked in the past, but it didn't work because the girl didn't like him ()

4 no cp