The absurd game of a performance artist

Chapter 119 Blood Thirst

At this moment, Kuang C is not only holding the Holy Grail with both hands, trying to pick it up.

However, no matter how hard he tried, the relic was still attached to the table as if it had taken root.

"Damn it, why can't this thing be picked up..."

Looking at the utensils fixed on the table and the dark traces left on the table, Quicksand seemed to vaguely know something.

Earl Van Moore stood aside patiently with a smile, like a persuasive teacher, waiting for the students below to volunteer their answers.

After observing for a while, Jing with a detective temperament touched his chin and calmly analyzed.

"If this is the so-called [Holy Grail of Longing for Red Things], I think it may be necessary to add some red things to it, such as... blood."

Hearing that Earl Van Moore was overjoyed, he almost couldn't help applauding him again.

As expected, I didn't miss it, and the other party was indeed a [reliable tool] just like the label I put on it.

Hearing Jing's deduction, Kuang C didn't stop talking.

"Do you want to pour blood into it? Who will come?!"

In an instant, the surrounding atmosphere froze.

There was already a estrangement between the few people, and now naturally no one is willing to take the initiative to donate blood and weaken their own strength.

In the stalemate, Quicksand suddenly felt a strange gaze, and he found Earl Van Moore looking at him with a half-smile.

Obviously, he was hinting to himself: It's time to advance the plot!

In desperation, Liusha had no choice but to bite the bullet and go forward.

"Let me do it……"

Baked the [Rusty Western Sword] on the light of the [Mermaid Oil Lamp], Quicksand used it to gently cut a hole in the palm of the hand, and the bright red blood flowed down the wound and fell into the cup.

The moment the blood touched the bottom of the cup, Quicksand felt a chilling desire...

Like a living thing, this Holy Grail is sucking its own blood endlessly!
96%, 92%, 88%…

As the blood flowed, the quicksand's life value began to drop slowly, and the wound hanging above the Holy Grail showed no sign of solidification, and the blood flowed continuously into the cup.

The body is beginning to become weaker and weaker with the unscientific amount of bleeding.

Under the nourishment of the dark red thing, this vessel began to show its true appearance, the dark brown body of the cup gradually turned red, and the bloody aura that the naked eye could not see directly swelled out from the cup.

The sweet breath began to permeate, and the sense of hunger and thirst rose, gradually fascinating the people watching around, longing for the crimson thing in the cup...

Invisibly, everyone's spiritual value began to drop quietly.

The eyes began to become gradually hungry...

crunch--

At some point, creepy rattling sounds echoed in the hall, and Jing was the first to wake up. He looked around professionally and shouted loudly.

"Not good! Those things around are awake! Ready to fight!"

Hearing Jing's shout, Quicksand suddenly withdrew his hand. After leaving the top of the Holy Grail, the blood slowly stopped flowing, and the health value began to stop declining.

Without the blood supply of the quicksand, the strange aura no longer wafted from the red holy grail, and the rest of the people came back to their senses.

In the banquet hall, the skeletons of the guests, who were originally dead, were infiltrated by the scarlet breath in the cup at this moment, waking up from the dining table one after another, like hungry beasts, staring at everyone with a longing light in their eye sockets.

At this moment, the system narration sounded again.

[The sweet wine has awakened the sleeping beast, and the scarlet desire is waking up...]

Obviously, the act of injecting blood triggered the battle plot in the script.

Crazy C not only clenched his battle ax tightly, but also let out a morale-boosting shout.

"Damn!! Ah Liang, get ready to fight!!"

After finishing speaking, he waved the big ax in his hand like a fierce tiger on the mountain, and slashed at the surrounding enemies fiercely.

Immediately after, the silver-haired Ba Ge also swung a sledgehammer, and slammed it fiercely at the monsters that kept attacking.

Although the suppression system for players' strength in this world is a bit high, these players are at least level four and five. 】Compared with ordinary people, they will all grow.

The clear sound of bone cracking kept ringing in the hall. Although relying on the advantage of wide open and close weapons, Kuang C not only and Ba Ge were particularly brave, but it was Jing who killed the enemy with the highest efficiency.

His weapon is not a magical weapon, but an iron rod less than half a meter long.

But this unremarkable weapon is in Jing's hands like a tiger, and it keeps attacking the weak parts of those withered things like a murderous weapon. This set of smooth and smooth movements is a move that can only be used by the best after professional training.

Obviously... Jing is a [professional] in reality, and his [ability] in killing is extremely outstanding.

Seeing the brave and heroic posture of the crowd in battle, Liusha seemed to be inspired, and drew out his sword to join the battle.

Although these monsters look scary, without strong muscles and blood supplying energy, they are just a pile of decayed bones driven by strong desires. In addition to the strong desire to attack, in terms of [Strength] and [Agility] attributes, Even ordinary people are not as good.

click-

But soon an accident happened. Before Quicksand found confidence in the battle, the western sword full of historical details broke in his hand...

【Broken Western Sword】

[Type: Dungeon Weapon]

【Quality: White】

[Introduction: A western sword that was broken due to low quality]

[Special effect: It's hard to break again]

This……

Seeing that the weapon in his hand was scrapped, Quicksand instantly lost the will to fight, and couldn't stop shrinking back.

Although he had made up his mind to change before, Liusha felt that he had changed enough, even the sword in his hand was broken, which showed that he had already experienced an unimaginably fierce battle!
Everything should be done step by step, too hard and easy to break, the sword in my hand should be trying to tell me this truth, so Liusha decided to make a strategic retreat first...

At this moment, Count Van Moore was trembling all over, hiding in the middle of the crowd.

He looked like he was terrified by the battle in front of him, but in fact it was more like he was desperately suppressing something...

Seeing Quicksand shrinking back in a dingy manner, Earl Van Moore raised his head and said in various ways.

"Dear Mr. Mercenary, the battle is still going on, are you trying to be lazy?"

Facing this charming urging, Quicksand found it hard to refuse.

"But...but my weapon is broken, and I don't have the strength to continue fighting!"

The smile on the earl's face became brighter and brighter, like the warmth melting the dawn, bathing in the quicksand heart.

"What nonsense are you talking about? What you broke was only the sword in your hand, but isn't the sword in your heart still there?"

What? !The sword in my heart!
For a moment, Quicksand seemed to really hear the clanging and sword chant coming from his heart...

Strike while the iron is hot, Earl Van Moore once again made a touching speech.

"Fighting will cost you your life, but running will cost you your soul!"

There was a hypnotic magic in the words, which made Liusha wake up and almost shed tears.

Yes, even if the sword in my hand is broken, I still have the sword in my heart!

This scene is very much like a certain unscrupulous goddess who encouraged her saint fighters to burn the last blood and squeeze the last drop of remaining value when she said [Aren't you still alive]...

However, the young quicksand only felt like a small universe was burning, and his whole body was full of strength!

At this moment, he felt that he was far away from becoming the protagonist, and he was only short of saying "burn! My little universe! Licking horse meteor fist!"

It's a pity that compared with the holy warrior who hit the machine with one move, from childhood to adulthood, from "good boy" to "three good students" to "five good citizens", quicksand who obeys the law and never fights, his fighting ability can only be used by tragedy to describe.

In terms of data, this guy's [Fighting] ability level is 5, one of the five slags of the most pure combat.

With his clumsy movements and the weapon whose attack range was halved, he died within a few strikes.

The luck in misfortune is that thanks to [personality and habit], Quicksand quickly adapted to the pain and stimulation on his body. He was like a ruthless beating machine. Although he was scarred, he was able to continue fighting without saying a word.

Just when he was fooled by the unscrupulous boss, and he was really about to squeeze the last drop of blood, suddenly it was like a spring loosened. At a certain moment, Liusha felt the fighting pressure on his body drop suddenly.

The corpse monsters that had blindly attacked everyone began to frantically gather somewhere.

"What's going on, suddenly...huh?!"

Ah Liang, who was originally fighting side by side with them, fell to the ground at some point. The sweet smell from his body immediately gathered all the monsters like carrion attracting flies.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..."

Amidst the hoarse cries, Kuang C not only looked sad, but was like a god of war, killing all directions with a battle ax in his hand!

His character is [noisy warrior], he can strengthen his sense of existence through his own voice, inspire his heart, and enhance his strength.

To put it simply, the output depends entirely on roaring, the louder the voice, the higher the explosive power.

Accompanied by the roar that resounded through the heavens and the earth, Kuang C's power not only soared crazily.

His short stature seemed to grow taller at this moment, and he swung a huge ax that was nearly one person tall, and slashed like a whirlwind, chopping off a row of monster heads in one breath.

But the monsters completely ignored the fallen ones around them. They squeezed their heads and approached Ah Liang on the ground, trying to get a share of the delicious flesh and blood.

Taking advantage of the time when the monsters were attracting firepower, the remaining players began to output and kill the monsters frantically. After a fierce battle, the last monster was also blown up by Brother Ba.

But at this moment, the life of A Liang who fell on the ground is dying like a candle in the wind...

"Ah Liang! Hold on, quickly drink this bottle of [Extended Life Mung Bean Soup], you will be fine, you must hold on..."

Holding the other party's gradually icy body, Kuang C not only burst into tears, but desperately poured a green liquid into Ah Liang's mouth.

This bottle of [Extending Life Mung Bean Soup] is his most precious [relic].

As long as you drink the green liquid in the bottle, you can slowly recover a certain amount of health.

And no matter how much the liquid inside is drunk, it can be automatically refilled at the next game start.

However, at this time, Ah Liang lost a lot of blood and became unconscious, and because her throat was pierced, she couldn't even drink the blood-replenishing potion smoothly, and she seemed powerless to recover.

Seeing Kuang C's grief-stricken look, Brother Ba couldn't help being moved, and stepped forward to comfort the other party.

"Hahahahaha, you grassy wild man, you are not really dead, you are still wearing sackcloth and mourning in the fantasy world, it really opened my eyes!"

Quicksand, on the other hand, concentrated on treating the wounds on his body.

The settings in the game are very real. If the battle wounds are left alone, the additional debuffs such as [bleeding] will continue to deduct blood.

After this battle, Quicksand has experienced a life-and-death battle, and the poor [Fighting] ability of 5 can be regarded as climbing up, touching the threshold of 7.

But at this moment, the unscrupulous boss Earl Van Moore leaned on the table, watching Ah Liang's body closely, his eyes showed the color of grief for losing an excellent employee.

But if you look carefully, there is a deep greed hidden under the surface sadness. It is the look of a hungry crow staring at carrion...

At the same time, Jing bent down and professionally carefully observed the wounds on Ah Liang's body.

Soon he frowned. Although the other party had scars all over his torso and limbs, the fatal wound was... his throat!
Jing squinted his eyes and inspected carefully. He found that the open wound in the throat was not caused by scratching or biting, but was pierced by some kind of sharp instrument, which made it impossible to call for help immediately.

With further careful identification, Jing found an obvious strangle mark on Ah Liang's left ankle. It seems that he was not thrown down by the enemy during the battle, but was caught by something and tripped...

Weird!
Under the sunglasses, there was a vigilant look in those sharp eyes...

At this moment, the system narration sounded again.

[The decaying vessel thirsts for flesh and blood, and the complicated eyes are watching the fallen warriors. The living people will make their difficult choices...]

Originally, there was no narration prompt, and everyone hadn't reacted yet, but now, everyone's eyes are focused on Ah Liang.

As a good brother in reality, Kuang C not only stood in front of everyone, but shouted loudly.

"What do you want to do? Ah Liang was honorably injured for us, you can't treat him like this!"

Unceremoniously, Ba Ge grinned at the corner of his mouth, and said righteously.

"Stop doing this, your friend is dead, it's just a matter of wasting a few breaths of air, it's better to use it as a contribution if you're half dead, the ghost knows how much blood will be filled in that broken cup, maybe There is still fighting, don't waste our life!"

The two of them didn't deal with each other at first, [Crazy C] holding a big ax and refusing to budge.

"Damn!! I think I'll hack you to death right now, and sacrifice it directly!"

At this moment, as the employer, Earl Van Moore immediately showed the face of a capitalist, in order to reduce the internal friction of the tools at hand.

"Don't fight, don't fight! If you have any opinions, you can sit down and discuss it. At worst, you all donate a little blood, and I think it might be enough..."

Saying this is basically tantamount to not saying it, a taste of nonsense literature.

The sunglasses reflected ruthless white light, and Jing, who had been designated as a reliable tool by Earl Van Moore, stood up at this moment.

He folded his hands and said indifferently like a routine.

"Since everyone has a dispute, for the sake of efficiency, Tianlong tradition, democratic voting, the minority obeys the majority, and agree to sacrifice this guy's hand."

(End of this chapter)