The sonorous sound of steel rang out, and next to the existence above the gray mist, stood a man of no age, covered in a beard and covered in a heavy armor.

The young man's eyes were like stars, and he held an inflammatory greatsword in his hand, and his braided head was inscribed with layers of overlapping tattoos.

Desolate and majestic.

This is Chen Mo's imaginary protector for himself, the fool, or the compulsion of the fool.

If you don't shake someone over, Chen Mo is embarrassed to say that he is a fool.

"You, who the hell are you?" At this moment, the tattooed bald head was obviously a little unsure of Chen Mo's details.

He's one of those players who has a lot of bias.

The blood is high and the defense is thick, the attributes are all in strength, and it is extremely durable, which is why Chen Mo did not get half of the benefit with the opponent's toughness with his [Overlord Marksmanship].

Chen Mo leaned back, snapped his fingers rather forcefully, and replied in a relaxed tone:

"I'm not a god, I'm just a fool who travels between planes and planes."

Chen Mo snapped his fingers, "Banish." ”

The next moment, the gray mist disappeared, and the life of the tattooed bald head was quietly taken away by Chen Mo.

After Chen Mo finished killing someone, he set his eyes on the woman.

Tonight is very short, but Chen Mo still has a lot of people to kill, as long as the mission is not over, his killing will not be over, and the body cannot be obtained by the people of the [Mercy Society], otherwise his whereabouts and identity may be exposed at any time, and his family may also be implicated.

In this killing, Chen Mo suddenly remembered the fairy tale he had read before.

Cinderella is helped by the witch, she is no longer the poor Cinderella, she is given beautiful clothes and crystal slippers.

The mouse became a coachman, the pumpkin became a carriage, and the ugly duckling girl became a beautiful white swan.

Unfortunately, all this is temporary, and by midnight everything will disappear again.

Chen Mo felt that he was very much like Cinderella now, but tonight's massacre had just begun.

He had already put on the [Blood Armor] and opened the [Tiger Jiao Spiritual Flow], just waiting to kill all the evil people in this morgue.

It's a fairy tale called Killing.

......

The rain poured down on the bell tower of the chapel, and the bell thundered in the wind.

With a creak, the wooden door that was about to die was pushed open, and a man dressed in black was holding a black umbrella.

The desk lamp emits an orange glow, which is not too bright, bringing a hazy dimness.

On the high-backed chair beside the table, sat a figure in a black robe, lying lazily back, his body bathed in orange light, his face hidden in the darkness, unable to see his expression, as if the face itself was not expressive.

"Octopus Head, why do you like to live in this kind of place, the boss has found you so many places to stay here?"

"Professor, don't you like the bell? Sounds like a funeral. ”

The professor, who was a little embarrassed, didn't like this colleague who was transferred from other places very much.

"Listen to it every day, and when you are really stepped into the coffin, listening to the bell outside in the coffin, you will mistakenly think that you are lying on the bed at home, hahahaha."

"You're so happy that the mission failed, aren't you really afraid that Lord King will blame you?" Octopus Head grabbed a glass of single malt whisky, grabbed another suspicious-looking glass, poured a small half glass of wine, and drank it all down.

"There's no way, something has changed, and I don't know why this operation was leaked, but in theory, it shouldn't be." The professor's brow furrowed tightly.

Octopus Head doesn't speak, just shrink into the sofa, take a sip of wine, the two of them don't talk for a long time, this is really a sloppy attic, the sunny side is full of glass windows, plastered with huge posters of low-cut girls, Octopus Head was a complete otaku before becoming a player, the kind that can spend the rest of his life with a paper man's wife.

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"The water in Los Angeles is very deep, and the inside of our evil players is also out of the second or fifth boy."

......

[Name: Crimson Cloak]

[Type: Armor]

[Grade: B]

[Description: A cloak soaked in blood.] 】

[Special Effect 1: This equipment can be fed back to the host by bathing in blood, and this equipment can be upgraded by bathing in blood.]

[Special Effect 2: Consumes 10% of your maximum health to build an energy shield equivalent to 50% of your maximum health, and the shield inherits the user's own physical qualities. 】

[Note: Please don't care about the smell of blood on the cloak.] 】

Chen Mo watched as the woman put on a dark red windbreaker, and the aura on her body suddenly became cold.

A thin mist of blood poured out of her trench coat, and the blood mist poured into her body, and her body, which was a little tired from the three-headed mechanical hyena, suddenly returned to its peak.

Immediately after, she shook her left hand in the void, took out an oversized machine gun, and without saying a word, she directly strafed Chen Mo.