In the Death Game Arena, the time is already 17:37 in the evening, and the night is about to fall again. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Inside the city of C, the 'dwarf devil' who walked cautiously towards the outside of the city was full of grief and indignation.

If he hadn't seen the opportunity early today, if he had used that game item early in the morning, he would have died a long time ago, and where would he have a chance to continue this game.

But although he managed to survive, looking down at his current body, the 'dwarf' felt a wave of despair in his heart.

He knew he was done.

Even if he successfully survives for seven days and leaves the death game field, it will not end well, and in his current appearance, he must not be immediately arrested by the ZF special department for slicing and research!

If this was changed to another inhuman body, but the strength was very strong, he would not be so desperate.

But at that time, he had no choice at all, except for the corpse of a dwarf demon that could be possessed, there was no other usable corpse at the scene. He'd either possess the dwarf corpse or wait a few minutes before his soul was gone, as simple as that.

"Julianne, Julianne!" the 'dwarf' said over and over again, and now the only thing that sustains him alive is hatred for Julianne.

It was this damn woman who had made him what he was now, depriving him of the only glimmer of hope of living.

If he can't kill her, he's dead...... Can't be blinded!

"The only reason I'm still alive is to watch you die in front of my eyes!" The 'dwarf' face was full of hideousness, and the hatred in his heart was about to burn through the sky.

Ahead is the wilderness, and the time is almost 18 o'clock.

The 'Dwarf' has a monstrous hatred in his heart, and he must live, and only by living can he see the great enemy die in front of his eyes.

Even if the odds are so small that it's almost impossible, he's willing to do whatever it takes to try it.

If he fails and dies on the road to revenge, then even if he turns into a ghost, he will never let go of that damned woman - Julianne!

......

Night falls, and countless monsters emerge from beneath the ground.

Under the moonlight, there were countless ghosts dancing, and a new round of killing was set off again.

Deep in the wilderness, in a desolate cemetery, there are dug earth pits everywhere, and broken tombstones everywhere. Just the day before yesterday, Julianne had just visited the cemetery and dug up all the graves in the cemetery.

Of course, it wasn't her own doing, she couldn't do such a dirty and tiring job, she told her guardians to do it.

At this moment, in the middle of this cemetery, a short figure is holding a broken shovel, standing under a dirt pit, constantly pulling the soil on the side into the dirt pit.

Gradually, most of the body of the short figure was buried.

Soon, all but the hands and head of the dwarf figure were buried in the earth.

"That's it. "Throwing away the broken shovel in his hand, a look of determination flashed in the 'dwarf' eyes, and then he opened his bow from side to side with both hands, and plunged his head into the dirt.

Although his current body has become a dwarf demon, he has seen these monsters attack each other with his own eyes, unless they are of the same race, they can truly live in peace.

With the small arms and legs of this dwarf body, even his original human body is not as good as his original human body, not to mention that he doesn't have half a weapon in his hand now, so how can he survive a night in this dangerous death arena?

Fortunately, there is no endless road, and after his hard work, he finally came up with a good idea.

Because dwarves are not human, they differ from humans in many physiological ways.

One of them is that dwarves don't need to breathe!

So he thought of a good way to survive, and that was to hide underground.

"Bless me and don't let me meet those monsters that burrow into the ground!"

With both hands left and right, he struggled to get himself a little bit to the bottom of the ground.

When he felt that the dirt around him was not starting to loosen, he gritted his teeth again, digging little by little with the sharp nails on the tips of his eight fingers, so that he could hide deeper underground.

After about an hour, the 'dwarf', who was too tired to dig, stopped, and let the surrounding dirt bury him firmly.

He was very glad that he was not claustrophobic, and the monstrous hatred in his heart supported him and made him grit his teeth and persevere.

This is about ten meters from the ground, unless he is unlucky enough to encounter a very small number of monsters that like to burrow into the ground, otherwise he must be safe tonight.

"I'm going to live. ”

"I'm going to take revenge, I'm going to watch that woman die in front of me. ”

"I can't die, I can't die!"

......

Deserted town, inside a silent church.

Snaith and Floyd sat facing each other, taking stock of the day's harvest.

In the wilderness, less than a kilometer north of the town, a figure was rushing towards this side.

The figure ran quickly, looking back behind him from time to time, looking frightened.

He also had an arrow stuck in his shoulder, black and made of an unknown wood, and the arrow pierced through his body, exposing the blood-stained arrow to the air.

With every step he took, there would be a sharp pain in the wound, but he gritted his teeth desperately and endured it.

Ahead, vaguely, he saw the shadow of a building.

As if he saw the hope of living, his eyes suddenly burst with hope, and the will to survive made him temporarily forget the physical pain and walk faster.

600m, 500m, 400m...... The town grew clearer, and he saw the towering church in the depths of the darkness, with weather-beaten crosses standing at the top of the church, as if a divine light shone down from it.

"Lord Almighty, Lord Almighty has come to save me!"

His mind seemed to be a little unconscious, and it was as if he saw God appear over the church, showering him in a thousand rays of holy light.

He couldn't help but close his eyes, and his expression was reverent.

At this moment, in the darkness behind him, a tall figure suddenly rushed to this side.

It was a demonized centaur warrior armed with a bow and arrow, and saw its target from afar.

Draw the bow, shoot the arrow, and the action is done in one go.

'Whoosh~'.

Arrows burst through the air.

With his eyes closed, the pious man did not wait for God's rescue, and a sharp pain accompanied by a strong force struck him, knocking his body out of the air, flying more than ten meters away and falling heavily on the grass.

Blood was sprinkled all over the sky.