The World of Evil God game

Smoke was already starting to come out of Louis' head.

In the second game, the believer of the God of Abandonment was defeated. This guy left the camera in tears, and said that the other party was humiliating him. He was just trying to play with his face before, but he could crush him with his face!

This made Death God confused, but it didn't matter. After entering the third round, there were a lot fewer contestants. Then Death God experienced another round of extreme counterattacks and successfully broke into the top 300 people!

Meanwhile, makeshift hospitals are nearly full.

The doctors were having a great time operating, and the scalpels were flying up and down.

"Hmmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Such voices came and went, echoing throughout the Steam Kingdom!

Louis supported the iron railings in the auditorium with both hands, his eyes bloodshot!

"Damn it, it's the third round, and he's still fighting! I've used imagination magic three times in a row. Just now I even imagined that the God of Death is weak, but there's no way to completely eliminate the lucky buff on him!"

"These magicians think they have too much mana, right? They have so many layers of lucky magic! Damn, I'm exhausted!"

"I've beaten him to within three hundred. Don't panic, don't panic! There will be many opportunities to appear in the future! Now you have to see my true ability!"

Louis looked elsewhere. The witches invited by various forces finally began to gear up.

The first three rounds were all cannon fodder, but it was not until the fourth round that the real tough battle began!

As Mr. Fitt shouted for an intermission with a loudspeaker, the players returned to their rest preparation areas. Some people's BUFFs were about to expire, so they started to refresh again.

And some people are more unique.

The alchemists called for a steam truck.

The back compartment of the truck was opened, and boxes of alchemical potions were unloaded.

"Boo~"

The alchemy potion that looked like a glass test tube with a wooden stopper on it was opened by the alchemists with their teeth, and the stopper was thrown aside. Then they shook the test tube, raised their heads, and started showing off!

He took drugs like crazy, poured various medicines into his stomach, and shouted like he was drinking:

"Potion of wisdom, drink! Potion of wisdom, drink! Potion of sage, drink!"

"Reaction potion, drink! Strength potion, drink! Perception potion, drink!"

"I did it, you can do whatever you want!"

The alchemists had six test tubes stuffed into their mouths, and they drank the potion into their stomachs, making everyone around them feel numb!

The alchemist who is born evil is also so evil and perverted to his own body!

The witch on the side said: "Hey, drinking so many potions is bad for your health, so stop drinking it."

But the alchemists turned a deaf ear:

"Drink! I did it! Where is your potion? We bought it. Drink!"

"You can't drink enough, I'll blow directly into the alchemy pot!"

"That alchemy pot of yours is too small. I'm just halfway through the refining. I'm going to start drinking it when I'm in the crucible! Brothers, I've finished the potion in the crucible!"

The atmosphere among the alchemists was lively, but among the shortlisted teams, the Church of Sacrifice stood out. They had the largest number of shortlisted people. Because they followed the strategy given by Reva and responded accordingly, many believers who were originally playing in a mediocre way actually became Also ranked within the top 300!

"I am super, a master in the field of strategy!"

This made many people look at the Church of Sacrifice in a different light, and the God of Sacrifice himself squeezed into this circle with difficulty, just on the edge of the three hundred. This is all due to his on-the-spot performance and inspiration.

However, the winning props have been used several times, and the God of Sacrifice feels that he may be facing a big failure soon.

So he is hypnotizing himself, speaking to himself, and trying to tell himself - "The winning tool is a very important thing to me. I can't live without it."

"Not to mention the self-impression, the imagination is quite rich!" The voice of the final snake came, and he shouted insults at the God of Sacrifice in the audience:

"What the hell are you! My props will never be invalidated. Who the hell do you think you are, and you are thinking of sacrificing a 'guaranteed winning prop' to exploit loopholes! Do you have that ability!"

"If you have the ability, please help me, otherwise your big failure will inevitably be triggered!"

The Last Snake has been selling winning props for many years. How can he not know whether these props can be invalidated by other magic?

The God of Sacrifice tried for a while, and found that the vague sense of failure had indeed been lingering in his heart, and there was no way to be sacrificed. This made him look serious, but when he looked at his church, he also I was relieved quickly.

"Even if I fail, there are still my believers. The master in the field of strategy is in my home!"

"Actually, I have always been very optimistic about Reva. I think he has the ability to become my saint!"

The God of Sacrifice thought this way, and the pressure was put on Reiva. The only thing he focused on participating in the competition was participation. It didn't matter. Ranking within 300 was also very impressive.

At least it's much stronger than those cannon fodder.

However, I still have to do my best to help my church and eliminate these opponents!

"At such critical junctures, gods occasionally have to sacrifice themselves to achieve success for their own followers!"

The God of Sacrifice has its sights on several targets.

Among those messy churches and individual players, excluding the Church of Sacrifice, the Church of Pain is the most difficult to deal with.

In the previous competition area, the Church of Pain faced off against the Crystal Sisters. These nuns in charge of misfortune are respected by the world in their own world, because they can not only bring misfortune, but also divert misfortune and bring luck. However.

Facing the pain believers, the greater the misfortune, the greater their strength will only be!

The crystal nuns use their unfortunate power to cause the pain believers to suffer from various unfortunate symptoms such as "seat explosion", "butt tearing", "handle stuck", "neck twisting", "split headache", etc. However, Every misfortune can make the pain believers stronger!

If the seat explodes, just play with it!

If your butt is torn, then tighten your buttocks!

If the handle is stuck, rub it vigorously!

If you twist your neck, play sideways!

If you have a splitting headache, hit the machine hard and let the second wave of pain outweigh the first!

In the end, the Crystal Sisters were frightened by the followers of pain who were covered in blood.

After the abstract kowtows of the Victorious believers, they once again saw the abilities of another strange church!

In the competition area, Miss Malt was conducting an instant interview. A frightened Crystal Sister almost cried out: "They are not human beings at all! This is not a competition at all!"

"Monster, that's a monster! It's a monster that can't be killed or beaten! I want to go home!"

The more they fight, the stronger they become, and the more pain they suffer, the stronger they become. This allows them to see the diversity of believers and the diversity of gods. The only good thing is that the power of the God of Pain has once again strengthened, and it is not just their own believers who have caused a lot of pain. . The nuns contributed equally to the suffering!

With the sound of Mr. Fitt's announcement, the intermission has ended. The God of Sacrifice looked at his new opponent, who was an alchemist who was still drinking medicine.

"Gurgling."

The alchemist was shaking the winning tool in one hand, and in the other hand he was holding several tubes of potion and pouring it down.

The God of Sacrifice once again took out a winning tool.

At this point, since the negative effects of this thing cannot be eliminated, let’s use it a few more times while it is still effective! If you don’t use it, you won’t have a chance to use it! Let the failure come more violently!

The God of Sacrifice looked beyond his opponent, and he saw those beautiful witches already pressing their foreheads, as if they were gathering demons and piercing the light to kill the cannons.