Difficult... Unbelievable.

Count Niccaton stared blankly at the figure standing in front of him, a dwarf dressed in cloth and holding a staff.

This dwarf he knew... It's a character he created from the rift in the world.

Ever since the King released a character about a rift in the world, Count Necaton had to spend his time in the game.

Earl Nickadon's day-to-day affairs were very busy, and finding time to play this kind of game seemed to him to be a waste of time.

Until tonight, the game character appeared next to him and saved his life.

Count Necardon looked at the corpse in the corner of his room, a giant spider.

The monster had been about to devour it a second before, but Count Niccaton's vaunted magic had no effect, and at the last moment it was the dwarf who had appeared out of nowhere to save his life.

"Can you understand what I'm saying?"

Count Niccaton tried to communicate with his character, but the dwarf didn't answer it, and his expression didn't change.

It wasn't until Count Nickaton's mind thought of taking a step forward that the dwarf took a mechanized step forward.

Dolls?

His comprehension was very quick, and suddenly it heard a roar and the sound of glass shattering from another part of the manor.

Earl Niccaton's heart twitched, his six children were still resting in this manor!

If there are these monsters anywhere else... Count Nickadon didn't dare to think any further.

He immediately pushed open the door and rushed out of the hallway with his dwarven character, trying to save his children.

But the hallway was full of the corpses of those monsters, and these strange corpses didn't last long before they turned to dust and dissipated.

Count Niccaton looked around in confusion and found the figure of his second daughter, Cecil.

"Cecil!"

At this moment, Count Nickardon also saw a huge bird and beast swoop out of the window into the hallway.

It's too late for him to protect his daughter... Because the monster that wanted to attack Cecil had been frozen into an ice sculpture and fell to the ground.

"Father, I'm fine... There are snow seals to protect me. Cecil shouted to Earl Niccaton.

Snow seals? Count Necaton remembers this as Cecil's name in the World Rift game.

When his children learned that he was going to play World Rift too, they were inexplicably excited for a long time, and they also added friends to each other.

"What about the others!" Earl Niccaton immediately asked where the others were.

"They're all in the hall, and I'm here for you."

Cecil led the Count all the way to the central hall of the manor, where monsters broke into the manor from time to time, but they were quickly killed by a group of strange creatures.

Earl Niccaton looked at the battle situation around the manor, and he suddenly remembered... Despite being the most powerful and powerful spellcaster in the manor, his World Rift character is the weakest of the manor.

His dwarf was only level sixteen, but the characters his children controlled were the lowest level twenty-five.

"Father! Are you alright? ”

"There may be some monsters around, father, you go to the basement and hide for a while."

When Count Nickardon came into the hall, his children gathered around him with concern.

The earl opened his mouth to tell them that he was the strongest spellcaster in the city!

"That's right! Father is in a strange dream here, and magic doesn't seem to exist here, so you can't use magic, so leave it to us! ”

Cecil has already slain more than a dozen monsters after summoning her character, Snow Seal, and she and her other siblings have gained self-confidence.

Earl Nicaton was momentarily stunned for a moment in the face of Cecil's reminder, and finally opened his mouth to hold back a sentence.

"Enough! Cecil, I can also summon characters from the rift in the world. ”

Earl Niccaton did not like to be treated as a useless old man by his own woman.

But when the dwarf in rags, who he controlled, came to the hall, the whole hall fell into a strange silence.

"It looks like another monster has come in the garden to the west!" An eerie silence was broken by a voice.

The player characters in the hall of the manor all ran over to block the monster's attack, and Count Niccaton was speechless when he saw this.

"What about in the city? How's going in the city! ”

Count Niccaton himself took a longsword and walked side by side with his dwarven character to the gate of the manor.

As the lord of a city, he had to figure out who had invaded his city, even if it was in a dream.

"I don't know... We've been dealing with monster attacks. One of the children said to Earl Nickaton.

"You..."

When Count Nikadon turned around, he found that his children had followed him out of the manor, and Count Nikadon subconsciously wanted to call them back to safety, but the group of warriors, mages, and hunters who followed them were far stronger than his dwarf who was only level sixteen.

"Simon Knight! Assemble your soldiers! Get ready to go to the city. ”

Earl Nickadon found the captain of the manor's guard among his children.

"Father, please let me go with you."

Cecil knew that his father wanted to organize the City Guard to fight off these monsters.

"Go back and protect your mother!" Count Niccaton shouted to the others, and as soon as he finished speaking, three giant spiders appeared in the doorway.

When the spider was about to jump towards Count Nikadon, he directly used his sword in his hand to kill two of them together with his dwarven characters.

The other was pierced through his head with a sword by the Simon Knight.

Count Nikadon is not weak in magic, and he is also a master of swordsmanship.

"Cecil! Don't underestimate us adults, these intruders are left to us to deal with! Earl Niccaton glanced at the city not far away, and he could hear the wails of the people.

"But..."

"Go back! Fast! ”

Even in the dream world, Count Niccaton would not let a group of minors go into battle.

But as soon as he finished his roar, his head flew into the sky.

It was only a matter of a moment, Cecil's eyes widened, and Count Niccaton, who had lost his head, fell to his knees... Not a single drop of blood spurted out of the incision in the neck, replaced by a large gray mist.

The dwarven character also vanished into pieces in an instant.