midnight ten

The field of vision is chaotic, and the feeling of weightlessness strikes.

The fatter person who had promised his teammates a second ago was in a trance, desperately concentrating and began to review his one-time stationery grid in his head.

<[Anti] glue like paint>

<[Anti]one step away>

<[Anti] hundred poisons invulnerable>

<[Anti]We are all wooden people>

<[Anti] Iron Cloth Shirt>

<[武] Sad Murderous Roar>

<[武] A bolt from the blue>

<[Fantasy] Li Daitao stiff>

<[Phantom] pain flies away>

There are nine in total, five armors, two arms, and two phantoms, all of which were given by their captain, including the ones Huo Xu didn't want to be divided by the three of them.

Each of them may be the escape door for him to survive in the next battle, and the thorny sword to realize the rhetoric of "I am a VIP".

Yu Pang Pang has never used his head so well in his life. He finished reviewing the stationery grid with his mind in an instant, and kept each one firmly in his heart, so as to ensure that it can be taken at any time, and the contact will be sent immediately.

After doing this, his feet also fell to the ground.

The eyes gradually became clear.

He was stunned by the completely different battlefield from what he had imagined.

The fatter he is, he thinks that one-on-one should be a ring like a boxing match, with a limited small venue, the two sides bite each other like wild animals, and the one who survives in the end is the winner.

However, the place he was teleported to was the interior of a church.

Stained windows cover the walls, but most of them are dark green, dark red, and dark blue stained glass. The light from outside is filtered into deep and mottled light and shadow, just like when the sun is covered by thick dark clouds. , dark and slightly brighter at the edge of the cloud.

At the front of the high altar and behind the prayer platform, three vertical and parallel willow-leaf windows start from the wall about one meter above the ground and go upwards, occupying two-thirds of the wall.Above the three willow windows, the circular rose window occupies the highest and most eye-catching part of the wall, becoming the most gorgeous place in the entire church.

These flower windows all over the walls are big or small, round or long, but they all have one thing in common—the small pieces of colored glass on each window are not meaningless patchwork, nor are they simply pieced together. Patterns, but spell out a complete picture.

In other words, a colored window is a painting.

Advisory room.

Most gatekeepers haven't gotten over the emotion of watching the second group.

That is definitely a devil's group.

They were first dazzled by Bai Luxie's "hospitality" that still did not forget to invite others to be happy together in a hallucinogenic state, and then they were baptized by He Lv's personal temperament, which he didn't know whether to call "mysterious" or "toxic", and then watched I killed a man named Daji... No, that was a beast—Blood War Guest.119, and finally accompanied Guest.117 in the air, exhausted by a bald man holding a defensive stationery tree.

Five battles, four defeats, from mental torture to fierce confrontation, the guests only experienced their own battle, and the gatekeepers before the projection screen fell, and they were all onlookers, immersive experience.

At this moment, the five passers-by of the third group have all entered the battlefield, and soon, the corresponding guests will also arrive.

All the gatekeepers strengthened their spirits, tried to get rid of the shadows, and let themselves focus again.

Among the five projection screens, the second battlefield attracted the attention of most gatekeepers.

Although it's not the first time I've met, some of the previous 7/10 raiders came to this battlefield randomly, but seeing you again, all the gatekeepers still can't hide their love.

Sif: "It's beautiful."

6/10: "There is no one with the most atmospheric battlefield."

7/10: "When I used to guard the level, I also liked to monitor this battlefield the most. Unfortunately, every time the two guys in the battle messed up in the end, I had to repair it."

1/10 Vader: "Okay, how many levels do not need to be repaired after opening?"

Demos: "By the way, these stained window paintings were also made by the owl system designer?"

Charon: "All the designs in the level are."

Demos: "It's a good idea to make these contents into paintings and put them in the level."

The colorful window paintings that the gatekeepers were talking about, the fatter they didn't even look at them carefully.

He has seen stories from the Bible painted on the colorful windows of some famous churches in videos and pictures before. The content of the paintings is nothing more than one person or a few people, and then accompanied by simple scenes or plots, which requires you to have a wealth of knowledge. , to identify which story this is.

The fatter you don’t have this kind of reserve, and you don’t have the interest to identify the contents of the painting one by one, because there are more difficult things—there should be rows of believers’ seats in the cathedral, but now, the seats There are no chairs, only rows of coffins.

The mottled light and shadow cast a different color on these coffins.

Yu Chuanpang stood in it, pretending that he was indifferent.

Why teleported here, he looked up at the glass window first?

Let's look down at the coffin first, he can't carry it!Look at the mythical glass, and you can rest assured.

It doesn’t take long to look around the glass window. Counting from the fatter you are, the clearer your vision is, it only takes a dozen or 20 seconds.

But for a one-on-one fight, once one side is in place, it's time for the other side to enter.

A ray of white light silently struck under the high altar which was more than [-] meters away.

Yu Chubby just mustered up the courage to check the coffin, and when he saw the white light, he immediately realized that someone had entered the checkpoint again.

Who else, it must be Guest.121.

Cong Yue, whose desire for survival came online in an instant, decisively gave up on the coffin, and before the white light was fully formed, he turned around and ran frantically towards the gate of the church.

The location where he was teleported to land was at the door of the church, and there was a coffin between him and the door.

So at this moment, he was more agile and fully opened, and jumped over the coffin with one hand - of course, it was a low-altitude escape - and fell straight to the door.

As soon as he landed, he went to push the church door before he could stand still.

He doesn't know the strength of Guest.121, but he knows his own strength. Finding a place to hide first, and then secretly observing the opponent is definitely a good strategy to save his life.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I pushed it over, the door didn't open.

The fatter he was, he didn't believe in evil, and he slammed into it with all his strength. There was a "bang", his shoulder hurt, and the door didn't move.

The fatter he looked back anxiously.

The figure in the white light has gradually become clear.

There is no other way, the fatter he is, he has no choice but to bite the bullet and grit his teeth...

"Boom!"

Just as the white light in front of Guest.121 dissipated, he heard such a strange sound.

He could easily tell that the voice came from the front, near the church gate.

"The battle is about to start, the following two ways to declare the end of the battle..."

In mid-air, a naughty mechanical sound sounded without warning.

Guest.121 stood there and listened to the rules quietly, with a peaceful expression on his handsome face, and a bit of natural cold temperament between his brows, just like a winter forest.

"……Good luck!"

With the insincere blessing, the little owl's voice disappeared.

The church regained its stillness—or rather, its gloomy gloomyness.

Guest.121 walked forward, bypassing a pair of coffins, and finally stopped in front of the church gate, where the last coffin was.

Without opening the coffin, Guest.121 can hear the beating heartbeat of a living person just by standing next to the coffin.

The frequency was so fast that he suspected that if he didn't get people out again, the people hiding inside would scare himself to death first.

Touching the coffin lid with one hand, Guest.121 lifted it forcefully.

The lid fell heavily to the ground next to it, and the situation inside the coffin was clear at a glance.

Yu Chuanpang heard the sound of the cover being overturned, and also felt a brighter light than before, but he remained motionless, continued to close his eyes and breath, and peacefully pretended to be dead.

But his breathing could be closed, and his heartbeat couldn't stop, which made his heart ache.

He figured it out with his toes, the guy who opened the coffin had definitely discovered it.

In fact, at the moment when he found out that the coffin was empty and decided to hide in, the fatter he had no hope of really being able to hide, he just needed a buffer to allow him to simmer his fighting emotions.

Guest.121 looked down at the fat man in the coffin who was obsessed with pretending to be dead, and there was a trace of complexity in his eyes.

"I have waited for many days," he said lightly, his voice low and warm, like the warm night wind in late spring and early summer, "I have thought many times, what kind of opponent I will meet..."

Sigh faintly.

"The gap between ideal and reality is hard to guard against."

"Sleeping Beauty" gets fatter: "..."

Now that you’ve discovered it, it’s normal to hit, kick, or overturn the coffin as you please. It’s normal to give a fatal punch, a fatal knife, or simply use a special ability to deal with all attacks. ready.

But what was this sigh of disgust?

This is a fight and not a blind date, it's your turn to pick and choose, a monster!

"Stop pretending, get up," Guest.121 looked at the opponent whose face was flushed because of holding his breath, and his depressed mood became more and more melancholy, "Are you still waiting for me to take you out?"

The fatter he was, the more confused he became when he heard this voice. It seemed that the other party really didn't intend to do anything in the coffin?

He took a quick breath, adjusted his breathing, and carefully opened his eyes.

Outside the coffin, a man with a solemn temperament stood gracefully, as if he was about to bend down to offer flowers to his "corpse" in the next second.

"Shouldn't you open the cover and attack directly?" The more polite and chubby the other party was, the more doubts in his heart.

Guest.121 shook his head: "Attacking is very simple, killing you is also very simple, but I spent a lot of money, at least I want to experience your ability and the atmosphere here."

The fatter sat up dubiously, the stationery tree was kept ready to go, and at the same time looked around: "With this eerie atmosphere, are you sure it is worth experiencing?"

"What you see is a coffin," Guest.121 looked around at the painted windows, "I see these."

You Fatty almost blurted out "Earth religion has nothing to do with you." Fortunately, he remembered Tang Lin's reminder in time, and the words came to his lips, and he forced it into: "This is all a mess, anyway, I can't understand it."

Guest.121 smiled, subconsciously showing a faint natural contempt for the low-ranking people, but more, it was a kind of emotion that the fatter he couldn't understand: "Of course you don't understand, this is our story. "

"Your?" Yue Pangpang repeated these three words, and then tasted some deep meaning in the word "we".

He looked at the stained glass around him again, and this time he looked carefully, and immediately found a sense of disobedience.

The people in these paintings are not wearing cloth robes, and of course they are not modern clothes, but a strange costume that the fatter and fatter I have never seen before. Although there are volcanoes and floods in the paintings, there are also some weird ones. He even discovered now that the spherical pattern he thought was on one of the windows was more like... how many planets?

So, this is not a biblical story.

The fatter and fatter suddenly realized.

This is the story of K star, and the people in the painting are not Jesus or believers, but K star people.

When I got fatter and scanned around before, I wanted to complain about it. It was obviously an alien battlefield, and it had to be turned into a church on earth. Now I understand, there are private goods in it.

but……

Yue Pangpang looked at the colored windows that mostly depicted disaster scenes, and suddenly became curious whether this was a fairy tale of K star or a real history that happened on K star.

But he couldn't ask, it would be exposed when he asked.

Guest.121 didn't intend to interact with him either, he sighed alone for a moment, and his expression returned to calm.

Advisory room.

Among the five projection screens, the guests all arrived at the same time, and now the four battlefields are being fought, and the second battlefield, which they are most concerned about, is still peaceful and peaceful.

Pan En got impatient with the wait: "Will they fight or not? Why are there so many pleasantries?"

Sobek has observed Guest.121 for a long time: "I think this guest seems to like this tone, like drinking, sipping slowly."

Demus: "What's a fat man to have?"

Sobek: "I'm talking about the battlefield atmosphere..."

Demus: "..."

"The time you can survive on this battlefield is directly proportional to the fun you can tap." In the church, Guest.121 finally spoke, with a calm tone, as if a polite invitation, "Let's release your abilities."

The fatter and fatter swallowed hard, obviously he hadn't started the fight yet, but he already felt the oppressive force of the other party.

But for the invitation to use the ability first, he chose to refuse: "No."

Guest.121: "Why?"

Yue Chuanpang thought for a while, anyway, it will be exposed as soon as the fight starts, so there is no need to hide it: "My ability is the ability that can only be released after you release it."

Guest.121: "..."

What he just heard, are you sure it is an explanation?

The author has something to say: Guest.121: Matryoshka sentences are prohibited!