War Paradise

Upon hearing the news of the "War Paradise" All-Star Invitational, the Great Arcanist's heart collapsed.

He knows very well that with the main tone of this game, the invitational map will definitely choose modern warfare or future warfare. The type of ancient warfare he is good at will never become a game map.

Although he is a popular anchor, he can only show his skills in ancient maps. Once he arrives on modern maps, he will show his timidity, and he can only end up being beaten.

However, the Great Arcanist also knows very well that this kind of competition may cause the owner's popularity to skyrocket and become a true "popularity king". If he can win the invitational tournament, he will definitely become famous in one battle, and his income can also be directly increased. Fan!

After receiving the invitation letter from Pulse Entertainment, he decisively tried to line up a few rounds of modern maps, all of which ended in a miserable defeat.

As for the reason for the defeat, it was not so much unskilled, but rather "incompatible."

As a historical game lover, the Great Arcanist will join this game just to experience ancient warfare. He has no interest at all in modern warfare, which is full of bullets.

For this reason, every time he enters a modern map, he feels a subtle pain. Not only does the reaction speed become slow, but even the basic operations make mistakes.

Realizing that he could not survive the modern map, the Great Arcanist did not choose to give up, but changed his mind.

——If you can obtain powerful skills or equipment suitable for modern maps from ancient maps, you may still have the power to fight.

Then, the Great Arcanist also decisively changed his strategy and began to look for powerful skills and equipment in the ancient map to prepare for the upcoming game.

In order to maintain concealment, he did not open the live broadcast as usual in the days before the game.

The Great Arcanist rushed to the last time and took pictures of almost all ancient maps. Just when he had begun to play until he became confused, he finally found himself in the map called "The Frozen Savia Valley" Something needed.

...

"No matter how cruel you are, you are nothing but humans. When humans touch the gate of The Underworld, their bodies will completely melt..."

The whisper with its own echo sounded again, and the blood blade frowned toward the dark red door at the top of the stairs, and said angrily: "Can you stop talking nonsense?"

By now, she certainly understood what skills or special equipment the "Great Arcanist" must be using. But what irritated her most was the constant provocations by the other party.

She likes cruel and fierce battles, not pointless mouths. From the perspective of Bloodblade, if he had this skill, he would not leave so much time for the other party.

While speaking, she had already stood in front of the door full of bone spurs, was about to reach the doorknob, but suddenly retracted like an electric shock.

—— own right hand is melting at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Under the gaze of Xueblade's surprised gaze, the skin on the back of her hand began to disappear, revealing scarlet muscles, and that muscle was also turning into blood, and the pale bones hidden below began to be exposed to the air.

At the same time, there was a strong pain. The built-in pain isolation skills seemed to have failed, and even if it was weakened to one-third, it was still terrifying pain.

"what……"

Bloodblade squinted his eyes and looked at his right hand, which was turning into white bones. He tried to move his knuckles and found that he could still move.

How is this going?

The Murder Demon didn't say anything. He held the doorknob with his painful right hand, and only heard a clicking sound, her finger bones broke apart, scattered to the ground.

"You told me to open the door? Stupid."

Bloodblade looked down at his abandoned right hand and the left hand that was also beginning to change: "Let me die outside the door, is that what you want to see?"

"Do not……"

The gloomy whisper rang again, and sarcastically said, "You will not die there, you will only lose your arms."

The other party's words were as effective as before. With a burst of unbearable pain, the blood-blade arms turned into mutilated bones. With the loss of both hands, he couldn't even open the backpack.

The murderer who had lost his arms stood motionless in front of the door at the end of the stairs, staring at the bone spurs on the door without blinking.

"Then what are you going to do? Idiot."

Even if it seemed to be in a desperate situation, the expression on Bloodblade's face returned to calm again, revealing the usual cruel smile: "I guess, the reason why you are so troublesome is because you can't kill me directly, right?"

The Great Arcanist did not answer.

"Your stupid skill probably uses psychological hints to make the enemy think that you are injured, and then become weak." The bloodblade shook his sharp teeth and shook the remaining bones on his arm: "That's why you need to speak out Those words came to induce me. If I don’t say it, nothing will happen to me. Right?"

The other party still made no sound.

"I don't care how you manipulate your consciousness, but I'm sorry, the psychological hint is that this kind of thing is only effective for those timid idiots. Just now because I didn't know the situation, I followed your way." Snorted contemptuously.

Following her hoarse words, the arms that had turned into dry bones began to grow blood again, and even the clothes that had been corroded together were restored to their original state. And the "The Door of The Underworld" in front of her, the bone spurs and blood stains on it also disappeared and turned into an ordinary wooden door.

"What tricks do you have?" Bloodblade bent down and picked up the pistol that was thrown away from his feet. The bright gun body looked like a new product, completely free of the rust marks in the "nightmare".

"Ha ha……"

Even though the scene in front of him returned to normal, Devil's whispers did not disappear. After the echoing laughter of the Great Arcanist, the door in front of Bloodblade suddenly resumed the appearance of the door of The Underworld:

"Do you think this is just a ‘psychological hint’? Poor worm. The ritual to summon Devil has been successful, and you... will become a new sacrifice!"

Before the words fell, a large number of bloody arms suddenly stretched out on the wall next to Bloodblade, dozens of skinless bodies struggled and crawled out of the wall.

The weapons held by these monsters appear to be made of human bones. At this time, they were looking at each other with the round eyeballs and blood blades hanging in their eye sockets, completely blocking the path and retreat of the murderer.

"Ha, do you want to play this set..."

Faced with the skinless monster staring at him, Blood Blade suddenly sneered and laughed, but instead put down the weapon in his hand, he greeted him unsuspectingly.

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