Sean stuffed an ordinary clip into the magazine, loaded it, and looked around quietly.

Questers are the first to break free from the scarlet fear. Although he has suppressed the panic that raided his mind, he was still affected by the aftertaste of fear, and he no longer dared to approach Sean.

Safe for now.

With only 20 seconds left in the game, they are still in third place.

Is it time to hunt for the number one spot on the leaderboard?

Sean frowned and thought for a while.

In order to be a winner, indeed, all means should be exhausted.

However, Sean didn't want to push his bottom line in a ridiculous game.

In order to protect others, it is one thing to have to kill someone who is under the control of evil...

But to win a game and kill a fellow or even a Quest?

Even if the game is over, everyone will keep silent about what happened, and the Arbitration Tribunal will not be able to pursue their crimes...

Neither can he.

"Then, make sure you survive, and then go to participate in other games..."

There is still time, there is still opportunity.

Sean, who had decided to wait until the end of the game, suddenly felt a burning sensation in the spiritual matter behind him.

The adrenaline that was subsiding soared again, and a strange mask flashed in front of Sean's eyes.

Without hesitation, he pulled out the holy dagger with his spirit matter, turned around and stabbed backward.

Olivia, who had always protected Sean well, showed a rare surprise. She watched a yellow blade capable of cutting through ectoplasm break through Sean's protective layer and pierced into his upper abdomen.

If it wasn't for Sean's reaction ability far beyond ordinary people, the knife would have pierced the heart from behind.

A scorched yellow skull engraved with weird symbols floated in the air.

Anxious, neurotic chanting sounds seem to be absent.

Through the holy pattern dagger that was also pierced into the opponent's body, Xiao En infused the vicious power of rust, destroying the opponent's structure from the inside.

And the mist of elixir had already wrapped Xiao En's wound.

The power of the malevolent attribute will contaminate the holy attribute of the dagger, and the mist of the elixir that is running at full power is also rapidly consuming Sean's spiritual power...

However, he couldn't care less about it.

The "dead agent" wanted to draw out the short knife, but found that the rapidly healing wound and tightened muscles seemed to hold the blade with a pair of fists.

He staggered back two steps, causing the holy dagger to be drawn out. While the blood spurted out from under his collarbone, the rusty spiritual power was still gushing out from the dagger in Sean's hand...

Just a moment of lightning and flint can determine life and death.

The skull mask raised his hand, and Sean could clearly see the power of death gathering in his palm.

And Olivia has already moved.

Under the mask, the agent's eyes flashed, as if he had made another decision.

He endured the severe pain and dodged Olivia's attack.

In an instant, Sean saw that on the old skull mask, the deeply carved characters were retreating and disappearing.

As if against his sin and pain, all the characters on the mask of the performer disappeared.

Then, a faint blue silhouette of a skeleton appeared on the mask, suddenly rose from the ground, and disappeared like mist in the night sky.

His thin body fell loosely to the ground like a puppet whose strings were cut.

Unable to explain why, Sean could understand the meaning of that scene just now.

This weird opponent chose to pay a huge price—most of his power, got rid of this body and mask, and preserved the freedom of his soul...

"Damn it... just because there is a way out, I will risk my life." The pain made Xiao En a little annoyed.

The whistle of the neon-lit wooden house sounded.

Game over.

Using the ectoplasm as a temporary surgical tool, while pulling out the short knife that had lost its weird yellow color from the body, it blocked the blood that wanted to burst the embankment.

If he only had the power of the elixir mist, Xiao En would not be able to survive such a severe injury.

"Fortunately, there is the power of 'immortality and immortality'..." His vitality is much stronger than that of ordinary people.

After taking a deep sniff of the smelling salts, Sean used the divine feathers of the Hessian sheep to drive the rapidly proliferating black cells to repair some terrifying wounds...

Soon, the bleeding stopped.

The liver, lungs, and smoothly severed ribs were repaired together.

Those microcosmic monsters belonging to an ancient **** in charge of the mysteries of life reversed Xiao En's injury with repair skills that did not exist in this time and space.

Even the blood that burst out and overflowed in the organs was recycled and used as repair materials.

"Immortal and the Sheep of Hesse..." The pain stopped, the cold sweat stopped flowing, "Unless there are multiple fatal injuries, or a huge explosion...

"It's not easy to kill me."

His body was still a little weak, so Sean tried to walk behind Olivia as much as possible, not facing other people directly.

What Xiao En didn't care about at all was that the glistening leaderboard in the sky showed that because he swallowed up the second-placed prey, he was the final winner in the end.

The night fog dissipated, and a huge, illusory bell appeared in the clear sky.

It was shaken violently, and a vast bell tolled the new winner...

clang! clang! clang! …

clang! clang! clang!

A slightly distant bell interrupted Moonlight's meditation.

Now, he was standing backstage on a makeshift stage, looking out from behind a curtain.

He found that the bell seemed to be coming from the "shooting duck" place.

"The project Sean participated in has ended...

"I don't know if he became the winner or not?"

Moonlight's eyes returned to the stage.

The performer at the moment, wearing a funny hat, is playing the violin with some madness.

His piano skills are really unflattering, and Yueguang feels that his ears are suffering.

The pianist who was waiting in the background smiled wryly and laughed at himself: "Instead of worrying about Xiao En, why don't you worry about your own situation first..."

Now he is at the scene of the "Open Day Music Festival", and nearly a thousand listeners have gathered in the audience.

The performance on the stage of the music festival is the "game project" that Moonlight participated in—

Whoever gets the highest voice from the audience is the winner.

However, if the performance fails, the punishment is extremely appalling.

On the stage, the somewhat crazy violinist didn't realize at all that his poor and chaotic performance had angered the audience, and the audience booed everywhere.

They started muttering angrily, and one even yelled for him to get off stage.

However, this flushed man was completely engrossed in his performance, and seemed to be completely unaware of the audience's reaction.

His cheeks were flushed: obviously, too much "wort drink" had been drunk.

The violinist has completely lost his sense of shame and morality, and keeps playing in his own world.

Below the stage, there was the sound of bellows beating.

The violinist will be severely punished for failing to please the audience.

A trace of flames sprang out from the gaps in the floor, as if the red man was sticking out his tongue and licking the sole of the player's shoes.

The violinist was like a piece of dry grass, and the flames quickly ignited his body...

The strange thing is that ~lightnovelpub.net~ may be due to excessive drinking of wort drinks, but he was completely ignited without knowing it.

At this moment, the scene that emerged on the stage caused the audience to start applauding again—

A person covered in flames, with billowing smoke billowing from his body, but he didn't know that his life was being burned rapidly, and he was still playing the violin intently, and the old leather shoes were still beating the beat.

Under the stage, the audience finally became enthusiastic again, shouting and jumping loudly, applauding the performer who roared towards hell...

Soon, the flames burned through his skin, dried out his muscles, and even turned his face into a flaming skeleton.

The skeleton finally stopped playing, bowed with open hands, no cheeks to cover his teeth, he seemed to be grinning—the violin and bow in his hands were already burned badly.

Then, he staggered a few steps and fell to the ground, turning into a bonfire on the stage.

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