The barrage said, I am the final villain in the game

Chapter 115 Not a Hero
"clatter--"

Lynn raised his eyes slightly, watching the footsteps approaching.

There were a lot of people, and the interval was not small, about twenty people, divided into five or six circles.

In fact, before meeting Lynn, the gap between them was much larger than now, but after recognizing the young man in front of them, they subconsciously reduced the distance between them.

Whether or not they will be enemies in the future, they will still be temporary "friends" when faced with a common goal.

The students approached Lynn slowly and cautiously, watching the surrounding alleys with vigilance, for fear that stepping out ahead of time might trigger some kind of trap.

However, it did not.

Along the way, apart from the sound of their footsteps and the whistling of the wind, there was no other sound.

But even so, they stopped and stopped in front of a long sword that was stuck on the ground.

"Wait for someone." Someone looked at the long sword and said, "We won't be the only ones taking him as a target, and let others consume him first to save our strength for the future."

This sentence was quickly seconded.

the reason is simple.

On the edge of the altar, the boy and the girl were quietly exchanging something in a low voice. Their arrival did not have any effect on them. It was hard not to guess what kind of means they had prepared to be so calm.

"What are they planning?"

"you win."

Seeing those newly arrived freshmen stop, Irene sighed helplessly.

"It's a pity that I didn't really dare to come up."

"It's normal." Lynn shrugged, "That guy should have promised them a big reward before letting them deal with us, but their greed desires made them want to get this reward at the same time. , and get another one."

"Whether it's to retain their strength or for other reasons, they can't be the best."

"Of course I know this, but what if there are a few of them whose brains are stuffed with muscles?"

"Then I guess other people should say things like 'then go on your own'."

"Ok."

Irene smiled indifferently and ended the bet for playing time.

She raised her eyes slightly.

On both sides of the street, the number of people gathered has increased, and everyone has their own weapons in their hands. Although their faces are still green, on the whole, they still give people a kind of not small. pressure.

It's just that there are so many people, but not many voices appear.

There was a dangerous silence in the air.

All the new people stopped at a distance of tens of meters away from them, on both sides, and no one dared to cross the position where the long sword was.

Because after the long sword, it represents the unknown.

No one knows what kind of means the people on the edge of the altar have, and no one wants to be this meaningless stormtrooper.

Of course, this won't last forever.

When this wide street was no longer able to line up everyone in sequence, there was already a slight commotion.

Those who were in a commotion looked around, looked at the weapons in the hands of the people around them, and looked at the calm two people in front of them.

With so many "companions", even a single slap in the face can slap their heads to pieces, right?
"They seem to be a little bit overwhelmed." Erin noticed the commotion in the crowd.

Lynn closed his eyes slightly and responded softly.

"One side?" Erin asked.

"it is good."

Still a short answer.

Irene looked at him with a half-smiling smile: "What, are you nervous? Want a hug that relieves tension?"

"Hugging should be a gift for the warriors who have returned from victory." Lynn said softly, "Keep it for now."

"Keep it? Until when? After three days?"

When talking about "three days", Lin En, who closed his eyes, did not notice the glow in Irene's eyes, and was only a little puzzled by what he meant.

"Why three days."

Irene smiled and didn't explain, just said, "It's just a reference."

"Everyone, get ready!"

A sudden voice interrupted the girl's words.

She raised her eyes and said softly, "It's coming."

"Then, I'll go first."

Without waiting for Lynn's reply, Irene retracted her hand on the altar, and ignored the golden runes spreading from her fingertips.

She was carrying a backpack in one hand and a bright silver long sword in the other, and her steps were still graceful, surpassing those of the ladies walking on the dance floor.

"Miss Karan."

In the crowd, someone recognized her and said hesitantly.

"We, we don't want to be your enemy, can you please let me go?"

Although the identity of the person behind them is not much different from the identity of the girl in front of them, and may even be more valued and superior because of their gender, it is for the people behind them. For them, Irene is still from In every aspect, there is unparalleled repression.

In normal competition, they are naturally not afraid of defeating each other, but now, it is obviously not a normal situation.

They were afraid that Irene would settle accounts with them in the autumn, so they tried to persuade Irene in such a way.

"We just want him to lose, it shouldn't have anything to do with you."

Irene squinted and smiled: "It doesn't matter, how can it not matter?"

"You must have heard more or less of what he said in the freshman competition at the time?"

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"It's good to hear it."

Erin smiled.

Her pace suddenly slowed down a lot, and every step she took, the gray hair on her head gradually changed from gray to white.

"He made such a formal announcement in front of so many people, and you, after hearing it, actually said that we have nothing to do with each other."

"I'm very angry with you people who are talking nonsense with your eyes open."

When the hair color turned almost pure white, a smile bloomed on the girl's face.

"I'm so angry that I want to kill you."

"Come on, kill him!!"

When Irene walked out, the crowd in front of Lynn finally couldn't sit still.

"Kill me?"

Lynn opened his eyes and looked at the silhouettes of about a hundred people in front of him.

"Come."

His voice was soft, but everyone could hear it clearly.

They looked at the young man standing on the edge of the altar, saw the calm and indifferent eyes in the wind and sand, and also saw the glow of flames flowing in the indifference.

The moment he opened his eyes, everyone present felt an indifferent and proud suffocating aura bursting out from the boy's body, dispersing in every wisp of wind, causing them to be dazed even in the bone marrow, and blowing the weapons in their hands. A little more heavy.

"Aren't you coming?"

Lynn slowly raised his footsteps, starting from his chest and abdomen, and the radiance of blood spread to his whole body little by little.

"If you don't come, I will."

The blood bloomed, and Lynn stepped forward.

At this moment, the flame like a red lotus burns the earth.

Everyone's faces changed, and the first thought was not to fight back, but to escape.

"Don't go, don't go! There are so many of us! Don't be afraid of him!!"

Someone shouted loudly, trying to gather people who would leave when they met.

Humans are good at group action, and group action often requires a leader.

When this sentence appeared, although people could not be called leaders, the number successfully calmed the restless hearts of everyone.

"Come on everyone! Stop him!!"

"Can you stop it?!"

Lynn grinned and called to Yvette in her arms.

"50.00%."

In the darkness, Yvette rubbed her troubled eyes and pressed her head against Lynn's left chest.

"boom--"

At this moment, the blood-colored glow seemed to come alive, and every strand was filled with a chilling aura.

They circulated and spread on Lynn, and gradually formed a strange face.

No one knew what that strange face was, they only knew that when they saw it, there was only one emotion in their hearts.

"Escape, run away!"

There is no escape.

Lynn, who judged that she could still control it, shouted again.

"70.00%!"

At the same time as he made a sound, he kicked his footsteps and jumped into the sky, then raised his hand and squeezed the blood into a scorching spear.

At the moment he held the spear, he seemed to hold the authority of the troubled world.

Bowing his head, he looked down at the figure below and raised his spear.

He wanted to throw this gun out, to set the fire in his heart on fire, to ignite the earth, and to let those who aimed at him hear the tiger's roar that shocked the mountains and forests.

"You think of me as a devil, but do you know that? In any legend, the devil can't be killed or defeated by ordinary people."

"Because, he will only exist in the hearts of human beings and become the fear that haunts your whole life, and the only one who can defeat him is a hero."

"Unfortunately, you are not heroes."

He grinned and threw his spear.

"Neither do I."

(End of this chapter)