Drunken Dream moved very quickly, and in the blink of an eye, he had come to the cloister through the secret door in the wall of the bell tower. The sound of gunfire echoing around the castle perfectly concealed the drunken dream's footsteps, and she gradually approached the cloister, and even heard the footsteps of Ralphtu and Wei-chan as they kept walking.

As an experienced assaulter, Zuimu understands the importance of surprise in battle. She took a few deep breaths as she activated her most powerful skill, "Divine Wrath".

With the activation of the S-level skill, Zuimeng obviously felt that her reaction, speed, and physical strength had instantly increased several times, she silently counted three times, and suddenly exerted her strength, appearing behind Ravtu and Wei-chan at an astonishing speed.

The two of them were veterans of a hundred battles, and although they hid in the corridor, they both kept an eye on their backs. It's just that the drunken dream appeared too quickly, and by the time they saw it, it was already too late.

The flames of God's Fury burned Drunken Dream's body into a vivid red, and even spread to the weapon in her hand - the barrel of Thomson's Charge Gun roared without warning, and under the double blessing of God's Fury and the gunsmith, the rate of fire reached a terrifying rate of dozens of rounds per second, and with just one breath, Wei Jiang had already been pierced by a rain of bullets in the sky - the third-level armor was simply a pitiful joke in front of Godfury.

The sacrifice of his teammates bought Raftu a fraction of a second of reaction time, and he waved his hand in front of him as he did against Duan Mo at the beginning, summoning a stone wall out of thin air, blocking between Drunken Dream and himself, and then-

No then.

Zuimeng had already heard about Raftu's strange skills from Duan Mo, so when the stone wall appeared, not only did she not panic, but even a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, she dropped the smoking Thomson Charge Rifle in her hand - although this gun was equipped with an expansion drum, it was still emptied of all bullets in an instant - pulled out another Thomson on her back, and then dodged around the stone wall and appeared on the side of Ralphtu.

No one knows why Drunken Dream is so fond of Thomson – perhaps because the weapon, dubbed the "Chicago Typewriter" by the mob bosses, perfectly illustrates the aesthetics of violence. Anyway, when Drunken Dream's second Thomson fired, Raftu also fell to the ground.

The whole process took less than a second, and the first and second places on the game world rankings died at the feet of Drunken Dreams.

Even Drunken Dream herself couldn't believe that everything was going so smoothly, she was constantly gasping for breath, and her heart was almost jumping out of her throat. Then Drunken Dream looked up at the attic and gestured "OK" to Blonnya at the window.

Even Bronya's eyes, which were very good at catching objects in motion, did not see what had just happened - only the process was no longer important, and the corpses of Ravtu and Wei-chan had already shown the result.

A smile appeared on Blognia's frozen face, and she nodded, just as she was about to turn her gaze away, when she suddenly saw a burst of gunfire in front of a window in the distance.

THEN, A 7.62MM BULLET PIERCED DIRECTLY THROUGH DRUNKEN MENG'S SKULL.

"Bang!"

The sound of gunfire seemed to have passed a century before it came, and Zuimeng still had a smile on his face, and the flames of divine anger on his body had not all faded, and he slowly fell to the ground.

"Drunken dreams!!" Duan Mo roared and threw himself at the window, desperate to jump out - but they were ten meters above the ground, and if they jumped, they would definitely die.

Blonya desperately grabbed Duan Mo, pushed him away from the window, and then—

"Bang!!"

Another gunshot, a second bullet, accurately hit Blonia.

Blonia's mouth was still stuck on the word "dangerous", and her eyes were still staring at Duan Mo.

Duan Mo knelt on the ground, unable to believe what was in front of him at all.

A few seconds ago, Drunken Dream eliminated the two powerful opponents of Ravtu and Wei-chan, and a few seconds later, Drunken Dream and Blonnia were actually killed by both blows?!

Duan Mo subconsciously crawled backwards, subconsciously dodging the window, and then turned on the kill prompt.

Sure enough, it was her, Eva.

This woman has been hiding in the shadows, and when Duan Mo and the three of them were planning to kill Ravtuwei-chan, she was thinking about how to kill Duan Mo's team.

Is the praying mantis catching cicadas and yellow finches behind......

"Bastard ......" Duan Mo clenched his fists, anger had made him lose his mind, and before he knew it, everything in front of him began to crumble and degenerate into abstract lines and colors.

The Scarlet Crisis's skills were automatically activated, and the walls, earth, and sky all turned into strange characters, and after the dense data stream, Duan Mo accurately captured the location of Eva and Vali.

They were in a room opposite the bell tower, and they had been secretly spying on Duan Mo.

Duan Mo grabbed the gun beside him and strode down the stairs. This time there was no need for any tactics, no strategy was needed, Duan Mo just wanted to grab the collars of those two people, stuff the muzzle of the gun into their mouths, and then shatter their Heavenly Spirit Gai.

He walked through a clearing in the middle of the castle, every step straight and square. The other players in the castle who were dying were a little surprised to see Duan Mo, and then tried to shoot at Duan Mo - but as soon as they were within range of Duan Mo's kill, a bullet would pierce their heads.

Duan Mo didn't realize that he was shooting, he didn't realize that he was slaughtering, his mind went blank, and he even forgot about his anger.

The number of survivors has plummeted, they are like a cornfield, and Duan Mo is a rampaging tank, crushing them piece by piece without much effort.

Eva and Vali detect the anomaly.

By the time they had succeeded in killing Drunken Dream and Bronya, they had already pronounced the death sentence for the remaining Duan Mo. But when Duan Mo stepped out of the bell tower and walked towards the unconcealed square, neither of them dared to shoot.

They looked at each other and said a word.

"Super S-level permission ...... detected"

The whole castle resounded with a hellish wail, and the wail was followed by a deathly silence.

"How...... What's going on? Eva's lips trembled.

Duan Mo raised his head, his gaze through everything, falling on Eva and Vali.

"Duan Mo, that's enough."

Willow Ye's voice came out of the headphones.

The frantic flow of data in Duan Mo's pupils paused slightly, regaining a trace of clarity.

The voice of the willow leaf was noisy and indistinct, as if it came from far, far away, full of tiredness.

"End it all, you've made it." Liu Ye said softly: "You have reached 100% compatibility with the system, and you have obtained all the permissions. As long as you say a word, this nightmare...... It's time to wake up. ”

Duan Mo didn't know what she was talking about, but vaguely remembered that this was the second time Liu Ye had mentioned authority to him.

"I'm going to avenge Drunken Dreams." Duan Mo said in a low voice.

"Haven't you noticed? The world has begun to crumble—" Liu Ye's voice became more and more distant, and Duan Mo couldn't hear what she was saying.

It's just that Duan Mo suddenly remembered the blade of grass that he had placed in the palm of his hand.

"Say, as long as you say the end - the destiny has been ......" The shrill voice of electricity obscured the second half of Willow Leaf's sentence.

Duan Mo shook his head.

"I want them all to die."

He was determined not to listen to Liu Ye anymore and continued to move forward.

The number of survivors was stuck at three hundred and twenty-one, and Duan Mo couldn't remember how many people he had just killed - but it was meaningless.

Anyway, I want to use this world to bury drunken dreams.

It's just—

Duan Mo stopped and stared at the number again.

He suddenly thought that among these people, there were also Doudou and Ye Xing.

And Johew and Nanth.

Duan Mo turned off his skills, but the scenery in front of him did not change. All the buildings began to turn into unobscured* data, the vast snowfields turned into rough stick figures of kindergarten children, the sky was pitch black and deep, and even the weapons in their hands lost their weight.

"Is it over...... Duan Mo whispered, and he walked over to Drunken Meng's corpse, which was already empty.

He remembered that bright afternoon, and a drunken dream hiding in a hut above the wilderness—a cramped space and two people cramped and restless, forming the beginning of all stories. The girl in jeans and a white shirt pinned her fate to the ground with a rusty figure-of-ten bow.

"It's over." Duan Mo suddenly smiled and said to the sky.

These three words seemed to have a special magical power, and after the whole world heard the call, it finally stopped struggling to support it, and began to disintegrate happily, and Duan Mo's eyes gradually dimmed.

When he regained his senses again, he seemed to smell the grass again, as if he had returned to that small courtyard.

Maybe when you open your eyes, Zuimeng and Doudou will sit in front of them as always, with the stars behind them......

Unfortunately, it didn't turn out as he wanted.

What catches your eye is a dirty, foul-smelling alley with colorful neon lights at the end of the alley.

Duan Mo remembered that this was near his residence.

"Really back?" Duan Mo's legs trembled uncontrollably, and he staggered out of the alley, the city lights coming in like a flood.

Pedestrians were in a hurry on the streets, endless traffic drove slowly, and a few angry curses were heard from time to time.

Duan Mo pinched his arm fiercely, the sharp pain convinced him that it was not a dream.

But it wasn't just his arm that hurt - his chest hurt as if it had been burned with a soldering iron.

Duan Mo pulled open his collar, and an hourglass pattern was printed on his chest, and the fine sand continued to flow with the rotation of the hourglass.

"This is ......" Duan Mo had lost his ability to think, and the feeling of being in another world made him have a headache.

"Young man," a cigarette seller on the side of the road walked over tremblingly, holding a cigarette case. "Buy cigarettes?"

Duan Mo couldn't care about this, waved his hand and said, "I'm sorry, I don't have any money." ”

"No money." The old man laughed.

Duan Mo was stunned for a moment, "Huh? That...... Give me a box of Hongta Mountain, thank you ......"

The uncle nodded, and handed the cigarette to Duan Mo with his hand covered with old age spots.

Duan Mo took the cigarette case, only glanced at it, and his body froze in place again.

The abstract lines and monotonous colors on the cigarette case are exactly the same as the blade of grass.

"Welcome back." The old man—or Whitebeard—looked up and smiled tremblingly.