Volume 7: War and Peace in an Abandoned Town Chapter 21 Joint Mission: Defeat the Disaster
"Okay, that's it, I'm done!"
The female anchor looked at the wooden blocks piled up on the ground and made an exaggerated gesture of wiping sweat.
"This is a really peaceful and kind town. It's great to be randomly assigned to this place. Although I died a few times for some reason, the resurrection point is also bound to here. The villagers here are really enthusiastic. I'm so happy~"
"Tsk, it's not the time to lose your map."
"The dead celestial city shows that we are also simple people~"
"Secretary General of Fog City, what do you think of the city that is now just a big pit?"
'XX female anchor, I thought she could make some big news again, but I unfollowed her.'
Such artificial performance of course successfully gained countless contempt in the live broadcast room. As for this phenomenon, the female anchor didn't know what to say, she could only show a business smile and continue her journey of pretending to be young and cute.
This map is a wilderness wonderland that a female player found in a strange book after the celestial sphere fell. It is said to be a high-level map, but because her level is too low, there is no danger. Just like low-level players running quests, working slowly here, doing something to generate income, life is quite pleasant.
Although she didn't know why, the villagers would often drool at her in the shadows, but the anchor confidently believed that it was due to her charm. Although she became very popular because of the wonderful scenes of the falling celestial sphere and the discovery of the murderer, the subsequent rural life caused the number of viewers of the anchor to plummet. After all, everyone came to see the anchor committing suicide or causing trouble. Who would watch you working in the fields and having a farmhouse?
But the female anchor now has her own ideas. She found such a mountain village in ancient books, which is said to be part of the kingdom of God. What does this mean? It means fate. And what is the most important thing in this game? The most important thing is fate!
If you are at a low level and can go directly to a high level map, wouldn't it be nice to get anything you want then?
Maybe he could soar to the sky and ascend to the top level of players? Isn't that what novels are all about?
"Then let's go back and hand in the task to that thangka grandfather. Thangka is an ancient technique. Although it looks eerie and scary, it actually takes a lot of time and effort to make a thangka. It's not something that can be done casually. Everyone should have love for such old craftsmen. It's great that they can restore such a technique."
"But no matter how beautifully you speak, it cannot cover up the fact that he killed someone."
"Is the anchor's values not right? Is there something wrong with his brain?"
'After all, she's a female anchor, haha.'
“…”
Don't be angry. You will be able to make money sooner or later, and then you will let these bitches have a good look.
Looking at the words flashing on the barrage, the female anchor took a deep breath, picked up the pile of firewood and walked towards the town in her memory.
In the past, there would usually be a layer of fog at this late hour. Monsters that were almost invincible to the female anchor would often appear inside. If they were not walking too slowly and had no desire to attack the female anchor, she would have died a thousand times based on her acting skills.
But this time, the atmosphere in the town seemed a little wrong.
"Huh? Where's the fog? Why is it gone?"
Looking at the empty street scene, the female anchor looked around in some surprise.
The fog that was supposed to be floating around and refreshing monsters disappeared at some point, and even the night sky became unusually bright, illuminating the streets and alleys of the entire town.
The female anchor didn't have the confidence to think that she had triggered any task. After all, she came here to do odd jobs and to seek death. In a world where she would die if she studied anything, it was definitely not someone as small as a fly that could have caused such a big change. But maybe this had triggered some large-scale task?
Is time finally running out? Is my time finally coming?
"Maybe this time we'll trigger a very powerful mission~ Let's go to the central square and take a look~"
After saying this in a delicate and artificial tone, the female anchor happily hurried to the central square according to her memory of the street.
The houses around were all open with their doors and lanterns lit, but there was no one inside. The female anchor had long considered this strange scene to be part of the mission. Not realizing anything was wrong, the female anchor excitedly bypassed the main road through a small path, excitedly climbed over a low wall, and jumped directly onto the central square.
Then she saw another scene that she would never forget.
“…Oh my god.”
Looking at the scene under the moonlight, the female anchor subconsciously covered her mouth, her eyes full of horror.
Corpse.
There were corpses everywhere.
There were corpses splattered with blood everywhere.
Torn bodies hung on the walls, and severed heads fell all over the square. The bare tree trunks had pierced the bodies of several villagers, and the flowing blood spread along the bark and branches, gradually dripping onto the stone slabs, making a crisp and sticky dripping sound.
In the center of the square, the original sign full of curses and malice disappeared without a trace. Countless figures familiar to the female anchor turned into corpses, becoming part of a huge landmark. And on the hill of corpses, a dark figure with various weapons stuck all over his body half-knelt on the hill of corpses, and under the moonlight, the dark red covered the corpses below.
"ah……"
The figure on the pile of corpses seemed to be startled. Looking at the frightened figure of the female anchor, he slowly stood up.
The scarlet cloak was stained with organs and blood, and the hot blood spread like a river under his feet, flowing freely around the town square. Under the starlight, two lines of dark red blood spread around the dark wooden stick, like an invisible but tangible red sword. The dark red blade condensed from blood reflected a chilling light under the moonlight.
Once again, the female anchor saw such a terrifying scene. It was as if she had returned to the inner city of Tianqiu and faced the crazy murderer. The scene was almost exactly the same.
"No……"
Touched by some psychological shadow, the female anchor shivered subconsciously and took a step back.
This sound completely woke up the being bathed in moonlight on the mountain of corpses, and it stretched as if it had just woken up.
A voice that was extremely familiar to the female anchor, a voice that she could even remember clearly, came from the mountain of corpses. The female anchor subconsciously widened her eyes and looked at the monster on the hillside in disbelief. The shock in her heart was beyond words.
"The blood that makes people addicted... the battle that makes people intoxicated..."
The familiar monster muttered to himself, staggered to his feet, then looked at the female anchor at the end of the street and raised his head in surprise.
"Oh... Look... What did I find? A player? This is really a precious guest... There's no need to be picky now, right? Do you still think you're sober? We already have nowhere to escape... Admit it... The moment we raised the butcher knife in this world, no one was innocent... It's just a game..."
Looking at the female anchor 's frightened expression, the monster, whose original appearance could not be seen, stood up with a smile.
Holding the sharp blade condensed from blood, the terrible monster slowly walked down the hill made of headless corpses and limped towards the female anchor.
The moonlight became brighter and brighter, and the monster gradually appeared in front of the female anchor. Scarred and bruised was not enough to describe the miserable appearance of this monster. It can only be said that he barely looked like a human being.
Its body was covered with sickening wounds, its head was almost split open by a long sword, and red and white brain matter flowed along its half-cut cheek. There was a huge hole on its chest, and countless swords and spears pierced through its body. Its shoulders, chest, abdomen, knees, and head, any part that could be injured had huge scars on it.
But soon, shrouded in blood and shadows, the monster took a deep breath, and dark red blood gradually extracted from the surrounding corpses, condensing into blood-colored rivers, entangled in the air and infused into the monster's body, making the miserable wounds on his body gradually recover and condense, and even the clothes on his body returned to their neat appearance. In just a breath of time, the wounds on his body disappeared, leaving only a lame figure wearing a red cloak standing in front of the female anchor.
'System prompt: Danger! Danger ! Danger!'
'System prompt: You are now facing a special scene, please escape from here quickly!'
'System prompt: You are now facing a special scene, please escape from here quickly!'
The prompts in the anchorwoman's mind kept roaring, but the person who was dominated by fear could only stand there and tremble, watching in horror the figure in the moonlight moving slowly, and then gradually merged with another terrifying figure.
"Since you have chosen this world... then you must acknowledge this world..."
She stretched her body out comfortably. There was a crackling sound from the monster's body. The shell formed by countless blood peeled off one after another. A rusty smell permeated the nose and mouth of the female anchor.
"Look, this is the most praiseworthy thing in the world... sacred blood, intoxicating blood... the currency of the soul is so fascinating... I am a miser, I don't want any money to disappear, I want to make a small profit from everyone... So, I have collected enough taxes from them, and now it's your turn."
"Little girl."
Looking at the terrified female anchor, Li Lin smiled slightly while holding the bloody long knife.
The sad and deep hymns, along with the overflowing blood-red moonlight, completely enveloped the female anchor in a bloody illusion.
'System prompt: You have triggered the linkage task: Defeat the disaster!
'System prompt: You have been discovered by a special existence!
'System prompt: Sign of disaster: Li Lin (player) has discovered you.'
