Blood Candle Keep Disciple

Chapter 350 The Wisdom of Mortals

The big man became anxious when he heard it, and yelled, "A note? Did you guys get the same thing? Or did you put this thing in my hand?
Do you hear what people say?Royal Court of Van Baier?Challenge the rules?The game should... ouch my tongue. "

As a modern person from a certain earth in the heavens and myriad domains, it stands to reason that even if you don't believe it or accept it for a while, you should have a little idea about things like time travel.

But if this person is a poacher who has lived on the grasslands all year round and is interested in pop culture... no, he hasn't even graduated from junior high school, then that's another problem.

The young woman was taken aback, she didn't expect that the idiot in front of her would actually dare to read the contents of the note directly.Even the other explorers of the Church who had come here in the hall were all frowning and dumbfounded.

Of course, there are also some people who seem to see the world for the first time, look around in panic, and wander around full of doubts and curiosity.

The big man spit out a mouthful of bloody spit, apparently biting his tongue while speaking.

He said bad luck, looked around for fear of not attracting more people's attention, paced and then read to the parchment scroll in his hand: "Should..."

As a result, before he finished reading the first word, the sand boots on his feet slipped on the smooth hall floor, and he fell straight down.

"Shut up!" the young woman grabbed her hair and screamed.

In the corner of the hall, the two young men shrank their necks watching the big man's fate, and felt that their whole bodies ached.One of the well-behaved teenagers with glasses said weakly:

"Big Sister, letting this idiot rookie blew himself up in front of N-PC will have a negative impact on our next game challenge, right? Do you want to solve him secretly?"

"Don't make trouble," said a short-haired woman in a tight leather jacket with a fit body beside the two teenagers, saying coldly:

"In the limited game world, the information about the Lamarck game, the identity of the candidates and any related secrets are exposed, which will trigger the game rules of 'Unreasonable Phenomenon Not Known', thus automatically erasing the influence.

Now it's not even clear whether this is a cooperative or competitive game. What if you rashly attack newcomers and directly incur random degradation penalties?
Even if there is no penalty, and you can get rewards for killing your opponents in a competitive game, rashly exposing your strength will only make more teams unite against us.And the retarded team can make full use of our actions to arrange.

And if he still insists on tossing, it is not us who will have a headache first.Such mentally handicapped rookies will naturally be dealt with by impatient idiots, such as the team who have been assigned to this rookie for eight lifetimes.

Don't forget that you are now apprentice priests of the Sleeping Crime Church, otherwise you will be the next one to end up like this. "

This is an old acquaintance that sisters Zhen Cheng can recognize at a glance.In the only experience of being involved in the hidden space by the apostle's calculation, that is, the Lamarck game, except for the two of them, the short-haired young lady survived.

Following the short-haired woman's voice, what fell was a luxurious chandelier on the roof that was as big as a banquet table.

This thing fell from the sky and smashed hard beside the big man.It didn't hurt a hair on him, but it scared him so much that he didn't dare to speak anymore.

This poacher is just uneducated, not really stupid.As soon as I open my mouth, I will trigger "spiritual events" one after another. No matter how fat you are, you will calm down and try to use your brain, right?

It's a pity that he has no time to think about it.

A pair of white and tender palms held the cheeks of the big poacher, making his pale face show a trace of confusion.

Then, the pair of tender little hands held the big man's head tightly like a lover and began to rotate, slowly and firmly.

It was like being sucked into a mechanical lathe, without any resistance.This was the last thought in Dahan's mind.

The young woman didn't twist fast at all, but the big man didn't even let out a scream.

In the next second, the exclamation was joined together.Those who yelled were all the guys who had looked around nervously before, in other words, the newcomers to the Lamarck game.

The guard captain beside the earl was also stunned.Although there is no kingly law in the lower urban area, killing people in the street is not their business, and the management is handled internally by the four major gangs.

But right now, these are all church forces.If it is put on the earth, it is equivalent to the diplomatic dinner held by country A. The minister of country B pulled out a gun and killed the ambassador of country C in public...

Since the Earl of Consremiur wanted to bring down all the church forces, he naturally made arrangements to entertain the forces that might start war without saying a word.

Those church people in the same hall were so normal two hours ago, why do these guys seem to be possessed by evil gods one by one now?

The captain of the private security guard broke out in cold sweat.

Although the vast majority of these church members are not ambassadors at the moment, they are at most peripheral personnel of legitimate intelligence agencies.However, there are too many articles that can be done when people are killed in public at a rally called by the lower parliament.

He was about to ask questions to control the scene, but when he heard the sound of fingers lightly standing behind him, he immediately restrained himself and shut up.

"An unreasonable phenomenon that is not recognized..." Earl Consramue, who was dressed gorgeously, had sunken eye sockets, and skin as gray as a corpse, rubbed his forehead with one hand, and tapped the stone pillar on the innermost platform of the hall with the other, whispering:

"Is it a coincidence that I was involved in the Lamarck game in the unified universe?"

Then, he whispered in a volume that only the private captain could hear: "Leave this matter to them. These people are not the church's expedition team, but they are all desperadoes that you can't handle.

The lower city... Let them build it. Before long, these people will either die or disappear out of thin air inexplicably. They will no longer be our troubles. "

In the aristocratic class of the unified universe, the Lamarck game, Blood Candle Castle, Paradox... These taboo-like mysterious things in the underlying universe are not real secrets.

The Earl of Consremiur, who has a general understanding of the rules of the Lamarck game, naturally knows the hidden conditions of "there is no fatal game in the Lamarck game".

In other words, he suspected that if he fought here, the private security team around him would most likely not be able to defeat the large group of candidates in front of him.

Originally, he was just here to deal with the internal compensation dispute of the gang leader under his command, and to see if the legendary relic weapons were profitable, but it turned out that this matter seemed more complicated than he suspected at first.

As the Speaker of the House of Commons, which essentially governs the lower city, Count Consleimau already regretted being involved in this trouble.

(End of this chapter)