Infinite Mask Game

Ballroom·Deep Space Final Ceremony. ♦♦  ♦♦

After all the players were taken away by the silver vortex portal, the empty venue, in addition to the host, there were eight guests who arrived at the beginning.

The host nodded to them slightly, then turned into starlight and drifted away, leaving cleanly.

In the corner, the invisible players took out all kinds of strange instruments that broke through the secular concept, such as a twisted pipe that looked like a small intestine, or a spherical skeleton full of spikes like a durian.

Disgusting black claws stretched out from under the cloak, grasping the strange-shaped instruments, playing tunes that humans could not hear or understand.

"The prelude is over, and the main show is next."

The woman in the mirror smiled softly, her nail polish was shiny and bright, as if reflecting thousands of stars.

The colorful light balls on the pillars flickered regularly like breathing.

A huge black mouth opened on the round table, swallowing the remaining food in one gulp, and then spitting out a rich new food with more varieties, including flesh, metal, and even energy balls.

On the exquisite murals, the originally motionless carvings suddenly came to life, and all kinds of strange things walked down calmly, with various manners.

In the colorful starry sky, starlight spread as a bridge, leading from infinite distance.

Streams of light kept coming down, and guests from all directions attended in their best clothes, talking and laughing, communicating with each other in the same unknown language.

The empty dance floor suddenly became lively again in a short time. The eight first guests were not conspicuous among them, because there were so many weirdos that they looked the most normal among them.

A handsome humanoid creature with a single horn on its head.

A silver-white mechanical life with a smooth appearance like a boiled egg.

A beautiful witch with a slender pipe in her mouth.

A white-skinned giant about three meters tall with thin arms and legs, with a cracked colorful cross on the front of his head.

The above is just the tip of the iceberg of the guest group.

Soon, no less than a hundred new guests gathered in the huge ballroom, chaotic but orderly.

Some of them danced wildly on the dance floor, and some gathered in groups of three or two to talk.

"Which player's copy do you want to see?"

"Hehe, can't you see all of them?"

"Of course you can... But poor fun is more painful than having nothing to do."

"Don't worry about so much about an incarnation."

"..."

The rest of the whispers gradually faded as the copy officially opened. They laughed and turned their eyes to the places they were interested in.

At this moment, Wei Miao certainly didn't know that there were demons dancing in the ballroom. After a burst of white light in front of her eyes, she woke up and found that she was in a familiar God's overlooking perspective.

The setting sun was like blood, slowly sinking, and the afterglow was projected on the endless sea of ​​forests. The last ray of light was about to disappear on the horizon, and the purple mist-like sunset was covered with a shadow.

In the forest below, an old woman was leading a little girl on foot on the forest road.

The old woman was dressed in a fantasy color, with a red wide robe and a triangular wide-brimmed hat, holding a dead wood cane with a white gem the size of a pigeon egg on it, reflecting the golden sunlight.

Her face was old, but judging from her regular facial features, she must have been a beauty when she was young.

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The little girl wore a hood made of red velvet, a cloak that was as long as her waist, a white dress with pleated short skirt, and animal fur short boots on her feet.

Her face was as cute as an angel, her long brown hair was braided into a pair of braids hanging in front of her, her golden eyes were clear and innocent, and she looked only seven or eight years old.

There were few pedestrians on the road, and soon, only the old and young couple were left slowly on their way.

After the last ray of light faded, three moons rose one after another on the other side, hanging high in the night sky in the shape of a Chinese character "品", with different moon phases.

The waxing moon on the lower left was a brilliant blue, like a pure teardrop; the waning moon on the lower right was golden yellow, like a holy grail. The scarlet full moon in the upper middle was the brightest, covering the earth with a faint blood color.

The little girl suddenly stopped and raised her head slightly, with the blood moon reflected in her golden eyes.

"Little Red Riding Hood?" The old woman noticed her abnormality and turned back to call out worriedly.

Little Red Riding Hood was silent, but her appearance was undergoing a terrifying change.

The view suddenly zoomed in, and dense gray hair grew on her smooth skin, her mouth bulged outward and stretched, and her white and tender little hands turned into black claws, the sharpness of which made people have no doubt that it had the ability to rip open the intestines.

She pulled off her hood, revealing a pair of upright animal ears.

Under Wei Miao's astonished gaze, a cute little girl turned into a young werewolf in a short time.

She roared in a low voice, her golden eyes staring at the old woman in front of her, leaning forward slightly, and posing a posture ready to attack.

"Damn werewolf!" The old woman muttered angrily, and a beam of pure white light radiated from the staff in her hand, forming a whip of light.

Little Red Riding Hood leaned forward and dodged the whip of light that swept over her. The sudden burst of speed made Wei Miao look sideways.

If calculated according to the coefficient evaluation system, Little Red Riding Hood has at least 40 points of strength at this time, which refers only to physical fitness.

Little Red Riding Hood leaned forward and swung her right claw at the old woman.

The old woman's physical fitness seemed to be inferior to Little Red Riding Hood, but the complex patterns on her robe that were originally considered to be decorations lit up red, and a protective shield that appeared out of thin air bounced off Little Red Riding Hood's claws.

Little Red Riding Hood took a step back and was about to launch a new round of offensive when a random gunshot startled a group of birds in the forest.

In the silent forest, the sound of gunfire was extremely clear.

Wei Miao looked in the direction of the sound, but could not see any figure due to the cover of the dense forest and the darkness around.

Little Red Riding Hood trembled and fell forward. The gunshot wound on her right chest was bleeding, staining her beautiful white dress red.

The old woman hurriedly caught Little Red Riding Hood's body and gently laid her on the ground. After a short chant, a green light was projected from the staff to the wound.

Seeing that the wound finally stopped bleeding, she tested it and found that the vital signs were stable.

The old woman breathed a sigh of relief, and then shouted to a place in the darkness: "Who is it?"

Two figures responded and walked out quickly from the path beside them, exposed to the bloody moonlight.

One was dressed like a classic hunter, wearing brown leather armor, a hand guard on his forearm, a wide-brimmed round hat with two white feathers on his head, and a dagger on his left waist.

He held a hunting rifle in his right hand. It is worth mentioning that this is not an ordinary double-barreled shotgun. It is made of black metal and is similar to the AK47 automatic rifle in style, but the gun body is longer and has gold lines of unknown meaning on it, from the barrel to the butt, with delicate layers.

The other one is dressed as an aristocrat, wearing a black upper body dress, decorated with gold tassel epaulettes, a white scarf with overlapping folds on the chest, decorated with a sapphire, a white shirt inside, and straight black trousers and long boots on the lower body, almost blending into the night.