Lost Paradise? Game on!

"Are you done talking?"

"How could it be? You actually!"

The yellow-haired young man opened his eyes wide, as if he had seen something horrible.

In the space before their eyes where time had stopped, they saw a figure walking towards them step by step, ignoring the distortion of the surrounding space.

"Secure him!"

The King of Spades turned around and yelled at the Scarab Undead, the Ten of Spades, standing beside him.

The latter waved his hand, and a golden light emanated from his body.

"No matter how strong you are, the power of time is... eh?"

Spade King, who was about to make a sarcastic remark, stopped abruptly.

Not only was Daguba not frozen as he had expected, but even his steps did not stop for a moment.

"You...what kind of monster are you!"

The King of Spades subconsciously took a step back. It was the first time he saw a creature that could completely ignore the time pause of the Ten of Spades.

That's right, even he, or the legendary Joker, can't do it.

"Monster? Look at those who can move now, is there any one who is not more like a monster than me?"

Murakami: . . .

He seemed to be targeting me mainly.

"Daguba..."

Murakami kept retreating. Ever since the last time Daguba displayed his power in front of him and killed 30,000 people in seconds, he has regarded Daguba as the most terrifying demon in the world.

Just now, Daguba had been hiding in the crowd and he couldn't feel him at all.

Now when he saw the other person, he could only say Daguba's name. He couldn't say anything else, and his legs went weak.

Fortunately, he was unable to control his entire body very accurately and did not collapse directly.

"You guys continue chatting, just pretend I don't exist."

Daguba smiled and waved his hand.

"I am not in the same camp as them. Whatever you want to do has nothing to do with me, right?"

Having said that, Daguba just stood there and did nothing. The scene was very awkward and they were left staring at each other.

"It wouldn't do you any good if humans continued to exist, would it?"

Murakami's eyes were filled with fear, but he continued.

"According to my understanding, the Gurongi tribe does not have a large number of members. If you are willing, the Zhinao Group can provide the Gurongi tribe with a vast land where they will not be disturbed."

Daguba was a little speechless.

You really don't know your current situation.

Not to mention that you have lost power in the Zhinao Group, even if you still hold power.

Does the Gurongi clan need any benefit from you?

If he wanted, Daguba would only need about a week to turn the Orphino race into an endangered species.

"I suggest you stop saying this kind of thing."

He put away his smile, and just a look from Daguba was enough to make Murakami feel like he was falling into an icy cave.

"There seem to be other guests over there, as well as quite a few of your people. Are you planning to escalate the conflict and start a big melee?"

Pointing to the woods on the other side, Daguba asked Spade King with some confusion.

"You mean the lowly Undead?

I'm too lazy to control those useless guys, they must have been sent by this person's allies."

The King of Spades returned to his cynical self.

In his heart, he had a general understanding of the truth behind the renewed extreme war.

So from the very beginning, we were very bad and just wanted to have fun.

As for the being in front of us named Daguba...

Very strong, stronger than myself and stronger than all the undeads.

But it seems to have nothing to do with me, and I have no interest in competing with the other party.

The fear of seeing Daguba lasted only a few minutes.

At this time, Spade King had no fear of Daguba at all, and even wanted to laugh.

I am a noble undead, if you dare, you can kill me!

"Take your time and play. I have no interest in this messy battle."

Although he said this, Daguba still waved his hand lightly, releasing the stopped time for everyone behind him.

Then, Daguba's body floated into the air and pointed lightly at the Spade 10 hiding behind the Spade King.

"boom!"

There was a sudden thunderclap in the cloudless sky!

Under everyone's surprised gaze, Spade 10 was hit by blue-purple lightning, and his entire body turned pitch black, with white smoke continuously emitting.

"Puff!"

The King of Spades turned around stiffly and found that the Ten of Spades had fallen into a dormant state.

In fact, he didn't need to look back, he already knew it, after all, the spiritual connection with the other party had been broken.

But he still wanted to confirm it with his own eyes.

. . . . . .

"Great, we finally caught up."

With three consecutive shots of the blowgun, the second stage of the game goal was finally completed.

Seeing that there were only 3 minutes left, Bu Luo breathed a sigh of relief.

The long-term, high-intensity, full-speed flight and ultra-long-range precision attacks were a bit too much for even him, an elite of the Ge Group.

Although he was very tired, he was still not going to stop. The remaining three minutes were his only rest time.

Because in the next third stage, as long as he kills 81 more Lindos, he can complete his white-dark game.

Thinking that I would be able to advance next and then obtain...

Uh, I have obtained the qualification to challenge the king...

Or how about just forget it and admit defeat?

That is impossible.

There is no such thing as retreat in Gurongi's dictionary, but it seems that there is no need to commit suicide.

I haven't finished reading my book yet.

Well, yes, that's a good reason.

Bu Luo landed steadily on the top floor of a building.

But he suddenly hesitated and looked at the blowgun in his hand.

Advancing doesn't seem so attractive anymore.

On the other side, the beautiful sea snake lady has gone crazy with killing.

On an unnamed beach, a group of college students who were having fun were killed by her in minutes.

Although a few of them reacted and prepared to resist, they could only endure the bitterness in front of the ultra-low temperature whip.

Compared to Bu Luo, her game progress is even faster.

"The location of the last game."

Miss Sea Snake opened the music score she carried with her and began to compare it with the map she had taken out earlier.

After all, not every place has a piano, so it is necessary to carry music scores with you.

Just as we were about to leave, military trucks surrounded the beach.

Teams of Leo cavalry kept jumping down from above.