I became the king of villains in the game

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"You blasphemers! All of you should be judged by Madame Qiangwei!"

Two hysterical church monks rushed forward with daggers in hand.

Bang bang!

Two shots were fired, and they fell powerlessly in a pool of blood.

"Only the group of players who lost their name are stationed here? The clergy who originally belonged to the church, just these two bastards?"

Gou Tou Jin and Wang Wang Wuji put away their guns with puzzled expressions.

Dongyang shook his head, expressing that he didn't know either.

Soon the player in charge of scraping returned, carrying several large boxes, which contained some money, guard daggers, leather armor and other equipment.

Dongyang put the box in front of Chen Lun, and said respectfully:

"Mr. Jack, this is the property of the church, please take a look."

"You take it and divide it."

Chen Lun's tone was easy-going, and he waved his hands, as if he didn't care.

In fact, when they fought against the Lost Name Guild, he had secretly instructed the little animals to search around the church.

In fact, there is nothing particularly important. A small box of mysterious substances with a little value has already been put into the blood poem ring by him.He didn't even bother to take a look at the broken things in front of him.

"Thank you for your generosity, Mr. Jack."

Dongyang is very happy, this task is enjoyable to do.

With a wave of his hand, apart from the few high-ranking players around him, the other ordinary players got their own loot one after another, with cheerful smiles on their faces.

After a while.

Church door.

Mr. Jack, dressed in black, was staring up at the church.

Dongyang and the others didn't dare to speak out, they just looked at him quietly.

"Evil should collapse..."

A deep and magnetic voice sounded.

Everyone saw Mr. Jack flicking his wrist.

call out!

A playing card soared into the sky.

Unseen by the players, Chen Lun used [Big Transformation] and [Body Separation] to swap the positions of his right hand and the cards in the sky.

"Fuck! What a big fireball!"

"It's the same as the big fireball I saw in the previous video!"

"Seeing it with my own eyes, it really looks like a little sun!"

The players looked up at the sky, discussing a lot, and the tone was extremely surprised.

Chen Lun wore a [Firework in Palm] on his right hand, condensed a huge extraordinary fireball in the air 50 meters away, and then threw it down violently.

Like a small meteorite falling to the ground, the fireball crashed onto the top of the church.

Boom! !

The flames burst like rain, and after falling, they ignited the attachments. Even the hard stone walls and floors also started to burn.

Chen Lun's large black windbreaker fluttered, making a hunting sound.

He turned around and his right hand returned to his body.

The huge church stands here, but it has gradually turned into a sea of ​​flames.

The firelight reflected on Jack's black clothes, which was particularly conspicuous. It was already evening, and the golden-red afterglow fell on him, making him look full of mystery and majesty.

"Let's go...the next church, Youdou Town."

Chen Lun said softly without looking back.

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Langton and his guild men rushed to Youdou Town overnight.

The situation here is similar to Bingnuo Town, which has long been reduced to a paradise for plague lunatics, but there is still a church of the Red Apple Church standing here, blessing a small number of town residents.

Although the aborigines NPCs died and fled, they were a rare treasure for leveling for the Lost Name Guild.

They occupied Bingnuo Town and Youdou Town, and trained many guild players.

The most important point is the Red Apple Church here, which has an extraordinary priest, three extraordinary monks, and two teams of heavy armored guards with a total of 60 people!There are hundreds of rotten hounds locked in the basement, ready to be released to kill the enemy at any time.

Such power is also where Langton's confidence lies.

He intends to report the situation in Bingnuo Town to the priest, exaggerate the fact that the church branch was attacked, pour dirty water on Dongyang and others, and let them know the fate of offending the church!

Langton entered the church with more than 40 subordinates, and the unnamed members guarding here were surprised.

"Vice President! Why are you here? And, so many people are...?"

"We'll talk later! Is Father O'Connell here now?"

Langton looked impatient and asked the other party.

"Yes, the priest is usually in the prayer room, and the three monks take turns in charge of preaching to the town residents in the hall."

The guild player acting as the guard of the church said quickly.

"Okay, I got it! Brothers, you are in charge of making arrangements. I have something urgent to report to the priest!"

After Langton finished speaking, he hurried around the hall and ran to one side, which was the prayer room.

After a while.

Prayer room.

Langton bowed his head respectfully and knelt down on one knee.

A figure with broad shoulders and a strong figure in a red robe was standing in front of him.

"Hundreds of blasphemers collectively attacked our church...?"

Father Aokang turned around slowly, showing a Chinese character face that was not angry and arrogant.

"Captain Langton, if this is true, I will personally take action and send these blasphemers to Madame Qiangwei's Garden Kingdom...!"

"My lord priest, I don't dare to hide it. It's true! And they are well-equipped, with a musket in hand, and mechanical gloves that can shoot flames...the leaders are ten extraordinary people!"

Langton continued to disclose the information, thinking darkly in his heart, the Dongyang group is really stupid, and they don't look at how strong the Red Apple Church is, and wait to be killed by then!

The priest stared at Langton now.

"Well... At the beginning, the church accepted you to join because you were undead and had a pure heart of faith... But this time you took the lead in escaping and directly gave up the residence of our church. This matter..."

Langton's face changed greatly when he received the reminder of the drop in favorability. He quickly said:

"Please rest assured, Father Priest, we will offer more gold pounds to make up for the crimes we committed!"

Father O'Connell nodded impassively.

"Hmm... money is just a fruit, and only a pure heart of faith is the sweet fruit. I hope you undead can remember this lesson."

The church hall at this time.

Dozens of ragged town residents were kneeling and sitting in front of a long row of wooden chairs, with their tail fingers crossed and the remaining eight fingers folded together, making a strange gesture of prayer.

They listened intently to a middle-aged monk's sermon.

The other party stood on a high platform, holding a thick "Gospel of the Rose" in his hand, and chanted long and profound truths.

A man in a black hat and a silver cane walked into the hall.

Footsteps made a rattling sound, echoing in the hall.

The monk stopped preaching, frowning slightly, and the four guards in heavy armor standing in the corners on both sides looked at the man together.

"Sir, what can I do for you?"

the monk asked lightly.

"Oh, I'm here to donate."

Chen Lun pulled the brim of his hat and looked up with a polite smile.

The monk smiled lightly.

"You are a generous and pious gentleman."

Then with a wave of his hand, an unnamed player acting as a guard ran over, holding a donation box in his arms.

Seeing Jack, the player's eyes widened, obviously knowing his identity.But he didn't know what this popular NPC was doing here.

Chen Lun took out a copper Crowe and threw it into the donation box.

Jingle!

The corner of the middle-aged monk's eyes twitched, and then his eyes gradually turned cold.

"Sir, are you... insulting the church and blaspheming Madam?"

"Ok?"

Chen Lun was puzzled.

"Could it be that the gods will be angry if they donate less? Mrs. Qiangwei won't be so stingy..."

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Chapter 217 The Power of Portraits

"asshole!"

The monk flew into a rage.

The player holding the donation box was also stunned.

At this moment, there were bursts of gunshots, clanging of swords, fighting and shouting from outside the hall.

The believers in the hall felt a little scared, and they couldn't help but prostrate on the ground, praying more devoutly and hard, hoping to obtain the protection of Madame Rose.

The monk glanced coldly at the man in the black hat. The latter was sitting on the wooden chair in the first row with his legs crossed, looking at ease, and even took out a book and read it quietly.

"Go out and see what's going on!"

The monk commanded the guards of the players around him in a cold voice.

"Yes!"

The player put down the donation box, glanced at Jack twice, and then ran out the door.

But a player from the same guild rushed into the hall first. He was covered in blood and looked panic-stricken.

"Those guys are chasing after them from Bingnuo Town! They have already entered the outer courtyard of the church!"

"what?!"

The down-and-out residents of the small town began to tremble in panic, their heads stuck to the floor, and they confessed the wrong things they had done.

The middle-aged monk didn't know exactly what happened, but he could roughly understand that someone attacked the church after hearing what the player said.

"You! Go and inform Father O'Connell! By the way, call the other two monks! Heavy armored guards go out with me!"