With the arrival of the mysterious creature whose power was so brutal that it could directly kill the spectators on the sidelines, the originally noisy hell arena was now left with only two spectators, the Abyss Queen and the Angel of Death.

And in the center of the field, the battle between the "Vampire King" and the "Creator" is still ongoing.

"That's how it works." Christine, who was standing behind Zhao Nuo and watching the battle, stared at the screen without blinking.

"Hmm."

Using the keyboard to control the vampire with a scythe on the screen, the whole body is red and the scythe is fighting against the "Creator", and this time, the Creator's blood loss rate has finally begun to get faster.

- The skill "Bloodline Mode", which was acquired after defeating the Vampire, can give Belloc an additional 50% of its physical and magical resistance, as well as the ability to attack Vampire. The side effect is that when activated, movement speed and attack speed will be slowed down, and if you encounter a divine attribute attack like the Angel of Death, you will take ten times more damage when you turn on this mode. And it can't be used outdoors during the day, but now......

This hidden arena located underground has undoubtedly become the best stage for the Bloodline mode to show its talents.

"Click!"

The blood-soaked vampire Belloc, wielding a giant scythe at the "Creator" is a wild slash, under Zhao Nuo's subtle operation, the slow-moving "Creator" can't even touch a single hair of the vampire, so he can only stand in place and be beaten passively, and his blood volume has begun to drop rapidly.

With the bonus of the blood mode, Belloc's combat power is a notch stronger than before, and in the face of the mysterious creature in front of him, he finally has the strength to fight.

Even so, the difficulty of the battle was still very high, and under the burning aura of the "Creator", Belloc still couldn't hold out for long.

But. For Zhao Nuo, as long as he finds a chance of winning in the game, then the next result can basically be said to have been decided.

The barrage of attacks enveloped the Creator's body like a torrential rain, and the amount of health of this difficult boss was at the foot of the beholder when Belloc had less than thirty percent of his HP left. It's finally at the bottom. Motionless, he froze in place, and the hazy mist on his body began to dissipate rapidly, revealing his terrifying true form.

"Congratulations, you've won the battle!"

Although a hint of victory appeared on the screen as always, Zhao Nuo and Christine at this time didn't bother to pay attention to that kind of thing at all, and the four eyes of the two of them were staring at the real body of the "Creator".

"It's called a hidden plot, right?" Christine was silent for a moment before asking.

"I think so." Zhao Nuo nodded quickly.

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When the seventh wheel battle in the Hell Arena finally ended, I don't know if it was because there was no audience or because he was killed by the coercion of the "Creator", the black skeleton who had been playing the role of a commentator before. Uncharacteristically, there was no sound.

"What are you kidding, what's going on?" Katia, the "Queen of the Abyss" in the audience, was about to rush into the venue as she spoke, but was stopped by the angel of death beside her:

"Wait a minute, don't bother him, it's his own business."

"What are you talking about......" Katya tried to retort, but finally sat down and stared intently at the situation in the arena:

The defeated "Creator" was half-kneeling in the center of the field. And Belloc was standing in front of him, looking like the most ordinary post-duel scene. But the premise of saying that this picture is normal is...... These two have different faces.

When the smoke that envelops the body dissipates. The body revealed by the "Creator" turned out to be exactly the same as Belloc, and there was no difference at all.

The few guys present were not ordinary demons, and they could naturally tell that the appearance of the "creator" was not a disguise, but indeed his original appearance.

That is to say, this "Creator", and the Majin Bellok. It turned out to be a complete person!

"Who are you ......?"

Standing in front of the spirit body that was exactly the same as himself, Belloc suddenly thought of something, and the confused expression on his face suddenly turned into an irrepressible smile.

"Ha, I see. I understand. ”

It was only then that he finally remembered a certain detail about the bloody battle decades ago that he had overlooked:

――When he was strangled by the betrayers and had no way out, he abandoned not only the equipment on his body, but even most of his strength.

In order to preserve his power, Majin Belloc tore his soul apart.

Just like the famous villain of "Harry Potter" - Voldemort in the human world, the fragments of Bellock's soul, carrying his power, are scattered in many corners of the hellish capital.

And the so-called "creator" he just defeated is one of the soul fragments!

Now, in the face of the power that belongs to you, there is no need to say what to do:

"Come back, my doppelganger."

Stretching out his right hand and pressing it on the shoulder of the soul fragment, Bellock's eyes suddenly burst into blue light, and the soul fragment in front of him was directly sucked into his body, leaving not even a trace behind.

Closing his eyes and feeling the surging power in his body, Belloc smiled contentedly, and with a slight wave of his hand, the invisible energy actually flattened the audience seat in front of him in an instant, blowing up a huge gap in the originally circular arena.

"Lord Belloc......" Katia jumped into the arena and stared at Belloc's beautiful eyes with sparks of adoration.

"In this way, my strength has increased a lot, and that bastard of Yazlar won't live long." Belloc coldly spat out the name of the betrayer, and then waved his hand to the Angel of Death who was still sitting in the audience:

"Let's go."

The silent Angel of Death suddenly vanished, and then appeared beside Bellock, and the three of them left the empty arena without looking back, returning to the peaceful capital of hell as usual.

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"Damn, the so-called hidden plot turned out to be unlocking a collection element." Zhao Nuo looked at the prompt on the screen a little helplessly, feeling speechless.

"Before leaving Hell, the Majin Belloc tore his soul into ten parts and left it in the capital of Hell. You can now go and find these hidden soul fragments. Every time you find a soul shard, you can increase your level cap and unlock new skill slots, so you have a great time playing. ”

The first soul fragment found in the Hell Arena caused Belloc to rise ten levels in a row to twenty-eight levels like a rocket, and the original level cap of one hundred levels became one hundred and five.

Anyone who is a veteran knows how terrifying the buff is for an RPG game to increase the level cap. Because of this, the new collection element of "Soul Fragments" is undoubtedly very tempting.

However, what Zhao Nuo is looking forward to is not this kind of element that can make players keep "brushing". But......

"I think this design is pretty good, what are you thinking?" Christine's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"It's good, but it's not good enough," Zhao Nuo said in a low voice......

Although compared to a regular RPG, "Hell Capital" is already a lot of fun. But this alone is not enough in Zhao Nuo's opinion.

What he wanted to add was something more fun, even something that subverted the original game mechanics!

Although Hell Capital is about to be exhibited, there is no time to improve anything, but after E3 is over, they still have a lot of time to develop. The possibilities are still almost endless, but what to add when the time comes......

"Let's go to bed first, I'm sleepy."

Sensing the sleepiness welling up in his heart, Zhao Nuo yawned, quickly turned off the computer, lay on the sofa where a corner was cut off by a chainsaw, and slowly closed his eyes.

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There are still 3,000 words left to complete the task, well, I'll work hard for a bet with someone. (To be continued......) R1292