I became the king of villains in the game

The monk showed a shocked expression.

"...Impossible! You blasphemers have come back from life!"

"What a fuss! Spray him!"

"RUSH B!"

Bang bang bang! !

"Ugh!!"

The monk let out a wail, was blown away by the shotgun, and fell heavily to the ground.

A few more shots were fired, and the guards who were carrying the corpse became one of the corpses in the next second.

The monk struggled to get up.

He was wearing a tattered monk's robe, and his body was bloody inside.He coughed up a mouthful of blood and glared at the five young men and women.

"Heretics shall be judged!"

The monk's clothes were torn, and his body swelled up, turning into a little giant.

"It's a superhuman! Set fire to crush him!"

The horseman had sharp eyes, and when he saw the other party transforming and rushing over, he loudly reminded him.

The other four turned their guns and shot at the burly monk.

With crackling explosions, the monk failed to withstand the firepower, and finally fell unwillingly in front of the five people.

"Good guy... I'm frightened!"

Goutoujin wiped his sweat and let out a long breath.

Several people received the killing rewards, with joy on their faces.

"A transcendent is a transcendent, and the experience points are so much shared..."

The horse man said with emotion.

A few people cleaned up the battlefield briefly, and the dead monk gradually turned into a pool of blood, and the precipitated spiritual and extraordinary substances turned into a spoon-shaped [D-level monster].

As soon as Polaris was picked up, the others immediately glared.

"Polaris! Do you want to eat alone food?!"

"Wait for ROLL point distribution, let's get down to business first."

he said calmly.

"If you think it's unfair, the person who gets the [Strange Object] will compensate others a little bit."

When the other four heard what he said, they didn't make any more noise.

The ROLL point is to throw the dice, whoever has the most points will get the things.

The Red Apple Church responded quickly. They had just finished killing the guards who were left to deal with the aftermath, and reinforcements arrived immediately.

But this time, the leader was a middle-aged man with a more refined and restrained robe.

Polaris threw a "probe" in the past, and his pupils shrank.

"—a character at the BOSS level!"

The others were taken aback.

They followed the example of Polaris and "probe" the leader.After seeing the series of unknown horizontal lines and the crimson "extremely fatal" danger prompt, he couldn't help but hold his breath.

"—Did you fight the boss?"

"—this guy's name is Bishop Newman, don't you think?"

"—We will definitely die if we face him. This is not an opponent we can deal with at this stage. Running separately and holding the mobs to hate is enough!"

Polaris secretly sent a text message, turned and ran without looking back.

The others were taken aback for a moment, and then fled in all directions.

"Chase! Catch them all!"

Bishop Newman said coldly.

He casually grabbed the candlestick on the prayer stand beside him and flicked it lightly.

Woo! !

The sound of breaking air came.

Su Keying turned her head to look, and saw that Goutoujin was hit by a straight silver light, and the candlestick passed through his chest, killing him instantly.

"——NND, why do I die first every time?!"

The dog head gold fell to the ground and turned into white light.

Dozens of church guards, carrying daggers, walked with the rotten hounds, and chased after the remaining four players.

"Who the hell is that arrogant!"

Newman suppressed his anger and stood straight at the door of the church, looking at the corpses in the yard.

call out--!

A whistle came.

Newman suddenly lost his mind and his thoughts were flying.

The black feathers fell all over the sky, and a figure wearing a top hat descended from the sky. The cane danced with a silver light, and fell on the head!

pong! !

Bishop Newman's body flew obliquely, and after hitting the ground, he rolled along the way, raising a cloud of dust.

Bishop Newman, who was awakened by the severe pain, got up from the ground.

With bulging veins on his forehead, a pair of malicious eyes stared straight at the attacker not far away——

"Jack!"

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Chapter 113 Proclamation!Kidnapped!

gallery.

"Dad! Look!"

Rebecca exclaimed.

She pulled her father, Viscount Pompeii, to a painting.

"Keep your voice down, Rebecca, don't make a fuss, where is the etiquette I taught you?"

Viscount Pompeii looked helpless.

"Understood, Dad... just look at this painting!"

Under Rebecca's urging, Viscount Pompeii looked up, and his expression froze for a second.

This large-scale painting, beautifully framed, hangs at the end of this aisle.

The battlefield depicted above is quite realistic, with gunfire and dust under a gloomy sky.But the young soldier in the center of the picture turned his back on his companions and turned to flee.

Viscount Pompeii was very familiar with the appearance of this young deserter, and he was his adopted son Vigari.

"Vigari... "The Deserter"..."

After Viscount Pompeii saw the painting, he instantly understood the cause and effect.

"It turns out that he has been deceiving me since a long time ago."

He murmured, but he didn't feel any hatred, instead he only felt lonely and disappointed.

"Oh Sun, this is... Vigari!"

Mrs. Pompey also came over and exclaimed after seeing the painting.

The Viscount was not in the mood to remind his wife to lower the volume, he calmed down and frowned slightly.

"Who painted this work? How did he know the truth...?"

"Dad, the artist of this painting is called 'Beckman', which seems to be the name of the owner of this gallery."

Rebecca noticed the signature in the lower right corner of the painting and sounded a reminder.

Viscount Pompey nodded.

"I want to ask Mr. Beckman something, you are waiting for me here."

"Oh Pompey, I'll go with you."

Madame Pompey said.

"I also need to go!"

Rebecca took her father's arm.

Viscount Pompeii nodded, and walked back with his wife and daughter.

When passing by some guests who stopped to admire the paintings, he suddenly heard exclamations.

"Oh my sun! This is... this is my dead husband White! He actually cheated on me and had an affair with the maid at home?!"

A noble lady covered her face, very excited.

On the oil painting in front of her, there are two naked men and women playing on the bed.The name of the corner of the oil painting is "White and the Maid".

But she is not an exception.

There were similar situations among other guests. They saw familiar faces from the oil paintings, whether they were relatives or lovers, or friends and girlfriends.But these familiar faces appear unfamiliar in the paintings, because the contents of the paintings are secrets that they have never known.

At the other end of the gallery, the tall and round Noah stood in front of a painting.

Others didn't want to approach him, only Floyd stood quietly on one side.She faintly heard Noah's low sobs, and those two heart-touching words:

"elder brother……"

On the painting in front of Noah, he was sleeping soundly when he was a child, a boy with normal build, even thinner.A beautiful girl was sitting in front of his bed, watching him silently, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, her eyes loving.

But the title of the corner of the oil painting is "Brother".

If Chen Lun was here, he would be able to recognize the girl in the painting as the "Silver Witch" Rosa.

"Beckman! I need you to give us an explanation!"

An angry male voice sounded.

Everyone looked at it one after another, and saw a middle-aged man holding an oil painting and striding towards the door.

"It's Viscount Picot. He just discovered a painting of his wife cheating."

"Oh, no wonder he's so annoyed..."

Things have begun to ferment, and many distinguished guests have already discovered the clues. This art exhibition may not be as simple as imagined...even a little weird.

Bang! !

The gallery door was suddenly shut.

Everyone was startled when they heard the loud noise.

Holding the oil painting, Viscount Picot, who was about to ask Beckman for an explanation, stopped suddenly. He didn't know what he saw, and his face was terrified.

clap clap clap...

There was a sudden burst of applause amidst a moment of silence.

Everyone cast their gazes, only to see a middle-aged man in a tuxedo walking out from behind a pillar near the door.

"Beautiful job, Sir Oil Painter, you are really a great contributor to the organization."

He walked slowly to Beckman, who smiled and did not respond.

The two stood opposite Viscount Picot, who took two steps back vigilantly.

"who are you?"

He questioned, then turned to look at Beckman.