Welcome to the Nightmare Games Book 2

As soon as the sanctuary's enchantment was broken, a new barrier appeared, steadily blocking the giant monster's progress. The monster was fooled by this power and slaps the new enchantment in anger, but this enchantment showed no signs of damage, but firmly protected the refuge.

In the sanctuary, those who thought that this time would be no doubt sent out a cheering surprise, they cried and cried, thanking God.

Dr. Lu gasped, his trembling right hand could hardly hold the lucky revolver that Qi Leren gave him. Looking at the monster blocked by the enchantment outside the window, he wept with joy, the joy of the rest of the life after occupying him occupied him, giving him the courage to gamble suddenly.

The crowd's cheers were so loud. The unknown cowardly hero wiped his tears while cheering himself up: Lu Cangshu, you can, hold on, rescue will come soon.

The Skill Card [European Taunt] is turned on, and with his usual luck, he believes that he can overcome difficulties, just like countless times before.

Dr. Lu was holding his gun. The cold body was scorched by him. He was afraid of it, but had to rely on it. It could take his life at any time, but it protected him, and so many people.

This contradictory feeling reminded Dr. Lu of his best friend. When Qi Leren used SL Dafa, it was probably his current mood. It was so dangerous, he would die if he was not careful, but he used it again and again, sometimes to protect himself. Sometimes Time is to protect others.

He always felt that he was timid, and he couldn't do such a thing in his life. When he was in danger, he would only think about how to escape. For Qi Leren, he sometimes felt that his friends were too stupid. Is it more important to live on my own?

however……

When he looked at the approaching monster and listened to the desperate screams in the crowd, he finally raised the gun. Not just to protect others, but to protect yourself.

At the moment when he pulled the trigger, Dr. Lu suddenly felt that the weak one had broken away that layer of fearful maggots and saw the light in the dark.

It turns out he can do it.

One minute elapsed, and the enchantment from the lucky revolver began to dim. Dr. Lu opened his eyes in horror and looked at the crumbling enchantment. Leviathan felt that this barrier was fading, and waved the ugly tentacles with excitement, and slapped the enchantment in front of him more and more frantically.

But the rescue didn't come.

Dr. Lu whispered quietly, and the ultimate fear struck again. He bit his lip, but couldn't help tears bursting out of his eyes.

He once again raised his gun and bet his life.

The goddess of luck smiled at him again.

[Lucky Revolver] The remaining number of uses (4/6).

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In the underground ice palace, the Devil King no longer keeps his hands, and the prophet repeatedly tortured by memories of mixed illusions is on the verge of collapse. However, no matter how hard the Devil King tries, he cannot obtain the hiding place of the **** scepter from the memory of the Prophet.

His memory is like a damaged movie film. Each frame is a chaotic picture. He saw countless memory fragments, fragmented, and unable to form a complete fragment at all. It makes people doubt whether this is normal memory.

"There is no point in hide and seek at this time, I can always find it." There was a hint of helplessness in Su He's tone.

The cold-sweated prophet suddenly hooked his lips and squeezed out two words from his teeth: "Do it!"

A huge magic circle lit up from the ice lake where the prophets often slept, and the dazzling light enveloped the entire underground ice palace. The prophet and Su He confronting each other were swallowed up by the light instantly, and fell into violence in two powerful field forces. -Mess.

Su and hesitated for a moment. For a moment, he really thought he had two more field-level opponents, but soon he realized that it wasn't.

"Mr. Shepherd, and the Queen of the Dragon Ants." Su He slowly looked at the two opponents who suddenly appeared, "One of you is not guarding the tomb on Undead Island, and one is not guarding the gate in the underground Ant City. Is this negligent? ? "

The prophet sneered: "This is helpful."

"Even if you go together, it is just to make the time of the clock go slower. The sunset bell is about to ring, and no one can stop it." Su He said, as if stating a fact that is no more obvious.

Indeed, it is true. Aya incarnates, the strength is only half the field, the shepherd holds the root of death, but the strength has fallen back to the realm of the half field. The only prophet is the domain-level prophet. with no doubt.

As long as the devil demon puts out the power in the realm, he can instantly turn over.

The prophet smiled. He propped himself up on the table and stood up tremblingly. The sequelae of the previous mental confrontation still remained on his body, but his expression was stronger than ever: "I just need it to go slower."

Su He seemed to realize something. A slender sabre appeared in the right hand, embracing the power of the realm, and thundered at the prophet like a mighty thunder, but the figure of the prophet was like a mirror-like flower.

The long sword stabbed into the air, the prophet who originally stood opposite Su He disappeared, leaving a confused and ignorant little knower-no, from the beginning, it was the incarnate little knower who stood here, but just now, the little knower It has always been the prophet's own consciousness, that is why the memory is broken to the next time.

Now that the prophet's consciousness has been withdrawn, Xiaozhi stared blankly at the stranger in front of him, at a loss.

The large array of underground ice palaces is also completed at this moment. Even if the demon demon is superior in strength, he will never leave the place within a quarter of an hour. Si Yan, who controlled all this progress, took a long breath, and the frozen original power was almost overdrawn.

Still at this step, Si Yan leaned wearily on the bench and put one hand on his chest, holding the pendant given to him by the prophet.

Finally came to this day.

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Qile people ran on the sparsely populated streets and headed for the coast.

After coming out of the underground ice palace, he ran non-stop for an instant in order to go to Ning Zhou earlier.

He didn't dare to delay for a minute and a second, the tide of terror kept pounding his heart cliff, and he would be swallowed up at any time, and so was the terrible and powerful destruction force, which would swallow Ning Zhou at any time.

He must be by Ning Zhou. If Ning Zhou was truly devoured by devastating sources like his father, he would never leave. He would rather die under Ning Zhou's sword!

In this troubled world, where there are quiet days and where you can expect to live forever, even just holding the hand of your beloved is a luxury.

He even wondered, let ’s go crazy, die together, any way, as long as we can stay together.

Along the way, Qi Leren walked through countless corpses. He didn't squint and stayed intently until he saw a familiar person.

"Illusionist?" Qi Leren stopped abruptly, turned back and lifted up the illusionist covered with blood on the ground.

The friend who was not a friend was lying quietly in his arm, and that gorgeous face was covered with blood, pale and lifeless, and he could no longer see the bright and magnificent expression.

Qi Leren stretched out his hand to test his heartbeat and breath. Before his hand touched the tip of his nose, his eyes were attracted by the illusionist's chest.

The two groups didn't know it was in the middle of the fake chest of material, something was glowing, it seemed like a string of necklaces.

Qi Leren, with a complex mood, stretched out his hand to pull the necklace. It happened that an injured player was evading the pursuit of the fanatic, while running away and looking backwards, he accidentally fell beside the two, looking inexplicably as if indecent. The body of Qile people.

The cult followers hurled at them with a smile, the player screamed, closed their eyes and waited for death, but suddenly a gunshot came from their ears.

The player opened his eyes and saw that the man holding the corpse dropped his hand-gun, pulled the corpse's corset, and threw something out.

Two sponge pads fell at the player's feet and were soaked with blood, and the man pulled a string of necklaces from the corpse's chest. The pendant part was a simple metal feather. At this moment, it was shining brightly. , Quickly healing the trauma of the illusionist.

In this light, the already lifeless person suddenly coughed, and coughed and cried intermittently while coughing: "I depend, it hurts!"

The player numbly watched the scene of the resurrection, which was not the most shocking to him. He was shocked that the beautiful woman in a long dress, "her" the chest that was ripped open, was definitely not a woman's body, And the sponge pad that fell on his feet was like two groups of fake chests.

"What the **** are you doing." The illusionist who felt a coolness on his chest asked Qi Leren angrily as he froze.

"To help you collect the corpse, who knows you're alive." Qi Leren saw that he was still alive, relieved greatly, "Are you okay? I have something urgent."

"Get out!" The illusionist stood up from the ground in a difficult way, closed his open placket, and glared at the innocent sighting of the player, who did not dare to say a word.

"Who did it?" Qi Leren asked before leaving.

"Bold-hearted and mad-hearted mad bully master destroys the world's biggest bastard! Damn, I see it once and fight!" The illusionist said with gritted teeth, spitting blood on the ground.