This part is so difficult to write, the length of this novel, let's take one step at a time.

If nothing else, in another half a month, I should have a lot of time.

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Terrible malice is like a turbulent undercurrent, quietly sweeping through the corner of Aingrant, and the innocent players who are active in the lower levels are not aware that at this moment, there are red players who are eyeing them with sharp claws.

While the raiding party was conducting a carpet search, the smiling coffin, a total of 42 people, began a brutal hunt.

The nineteenth floor, the Wind Corridor.

"Please, don't kill me!"

A terrible cry for mercy suddenly came from this high-yield leveling area opposite the Cross Hill, and all that was answered was the sound of a sharp weapon cutting through the air.

Boom...

The relentless muffled sound was fleeting, and it represented the disappearance of a player.

"Ha Lu Ha!"

After killing the last player, Sephiroth covered his face and laughed wildly, the twisted pleasure from the depths of his soul satisfying him.

"Next Goal...!"

After laughing for a while, he lowered his palm, and his eyes were like those of a beast looking for prey, and the cold light flickering in them was extremely cold.

He leans forward slightly, running to the next area where the player may be active.

Not only him, but the malice of all the staff of the Smile Coffin extended to any corner of the nineteenth floor, and before the crusade team went to the battlefield, I don't know how many players would be innocently victimized.

The early establishment of the Smile Coffin, and to this extent, is directly related to the existence of Xiangkong, if it weren't for Xiangkong's constant hunting of red players during this time, POH might not have directly declared war on the Raiders group, in a sense, Sephiroth's existence is just a catalyst.

Similarly, if it weren't for Sky Flying's intervention, Sephiroth could one day collapse due to a real-life physical death, but at least for now, he is a living person.

For the red group, the strategy game has long been unimportant, what they want is to hit the elite players of several major guilds, and then gradually erode the world and destroy the hope of players, allowing Aingrant to be hijacked by malice.

The red players who have been distorted psychologically and spiritually are estimated to yearn for such a world, so they will be assimilated by POH in the early stage, and these people basically give up the possibility that the game will be attacked.

The killing continues... However, the raiding party descending from the upper floors did not know anything about this until sunset, and it was unknown how many players had died at the hands of the smiling coffin, and at this time, the raiding party came to the periphery of the Cross Hill.

The faint glow of the sunset fell on the woods of the Cross Hill, but it could not break through the faint mist, and the light in the woods was still dim, and at the entrance, two red players of the Great Sword profession were standing there, looking at the front with a hideous expression.

When the figure of the crusade team was in their eyes, they suddenly smiled, laughed fiercely, and looked arrogant, they looked at a few people at the front of the crusade team, and made a gesture to wipe their necks, extremely arrogant.

That arrogant posture caused everyone in the crusade team to stop immediately, Xiangkong stared coldly at the two red players, biting his lip slightly, the cold light leaked from his eyes, and the reactions of others were not very good-looking.

Why do such people exist?

Sometimes I can't help but have questions like this, and then I can't help but think about it, even if the 72 members of the crusade team have decided to kill the red player, when it is really time to start, I am afraid that only Xiangkong will not hesitate at all.

The two red-named players immediately turned and disappeared into the woods after gesturing with demonstrations, the distance and mist cutting them out.

"Bastard!"

The hot-tempered ones scolded directly, and the more calm ones were thinking about whether there would be an ambush in the cross hills.

"Obvious provocation...," Tilberu frowned.

Jonnav sneered: "What are you afraid of, divided into 12 squads to take care of each other, as for the ambush?" He smiled disdainfully and said, "Isn't it okay for each team to have a person with a high level of proficiency in the enemy-seeking skill?" ”

Tilberu was slightly stunned, and then smiled bitterly, and when he came here and saw those two red players, he had a feeling that a big battle was coming, so much so that he forgot that this world relies on skills to eat.

"So be it." Xiangkong stared at the empty entrance, thought about it, and agreed.

"I'm fine." Tilberu's face was slightly solemn.

Qiang Nav said suddenly: "It's one thing to divide into teams, and the people of my guild are just four teams, so let's fight separately." ”

Except for the people of the Holy Dragon Alliance, they couldn't help but be stunned, and the bald strong man Achill said urgently: "This is too reckless!" ”

Klein looked at the brother behind him, his brows furrowed, his guild happened to be a small team, but what Jonaf said seriously affected the unity between them, it should not be necessary to do this.

Obviously, they didn't see through Jonave's inner thoughts for a while.

If you think about it more deeply, you will feel that there are many contradictions, such as killing a player will make you permanently famous, but when you die, you will explode all the equipment on your body and random items in the inventory seems to encourage players to PK.

However, in this world where there is only one life coin, actively killing the player is the greatest sin.

In Johnaf's view, the red player must have plundered a lot of resources by killing the player, and the equipment on his body is not bad, through this crusade, he can not only solve a big trouble, but also get a lot of equipment, which is the fundamental reason why he proposed to fight separately.

There must be many players present who can be regarded as RPG veterans, and they are vaguely aware of Jonnaf's thoughts.

Xiangkong has been persecuted by many famous online games, and killing people and grabbing treasures is trivial, so he can naturally guess Qiang Nef's thoughts, and he is not opposed to this idea that can increase his enthusiasm.

"I'm okay with that."

Looking at the entrance of the Cross Hill, his gaze remained motionless, and Xiangkong said calmly.

"This..."Tilberu's eyelids raised, and many people fell silent.