The absurd game of a performance artist

Chapter 122 From mercenary to grand duke, Mo Zhen's fastest promotion legend (add more, ask for subscription, ask for monthly pass)

After his throat was pierced, a tail covered with fine scales wrapped tightly around his muscular body, completely denying Jing a chance to fight back.

His life value slowly returned to zero in the suffocation, and then his consciousness became dark and fuzzy...

Until death came, Jing still failed to see the face of the murderer.

"Hiss—don't let your guard down, the game isn't over yet~"

Looking at the strange man in a red suit covered in snake scales, Liusha was like a blender at work, trembling uncontrollably.

He didn't know whether the creature in front of him was Mr. Xu, Earl Van Moore, or something else.

Originally, when the opponent was backstabbing, he could stand up and remind Jing.

But when he saw Earl Van Moore's index finger raised on his mouth, he chose to remain silent, thoroughly implement the professional ethics of role-playing, and be a qualified iron-blooded wage earner.

Licking the blood stains on his face, the snake scales on Earl Van Moore's body and the tail under his suit gradually faded away, returning to his original human appearance.

Picking up the mask on the ground, Earl Van Moore took out the holy grail dripping with blood, like a farmer caring about a hen laying eggs, and said to the quicksand very intimately.

"Stay away, it's good for your health."

"Uh... oh."

Moving his body, Quicksand felt the pain of fragmentation, the old punch from the boss in the coffin almost crushed him to pieces.

After the quicksand crawled a certain distance, Earl Van Moore opened the notes, and according to the above description, placed the Holy Grail in a groove in front of the coffin.

Like returning to ruins in the deep sea, the crimson things on the surrounding ground swirled, frantically converging towards the Holy Grail.

The holy grail, which seems to be the size of a wine glass, swallowed countless blood without restraint at this moment.

Seeing this weird scene, Quicksand dared not take a breath. Fear and curiosity are the twins of contradiction. In the horror, he is very eager to know what will happen next...

Earl Van Moore picked up the gray mask from the ground, put it on slowly, then held up the red holy grail, and raised his head to drink the crimson content in the cup.

The moment he put on the mask, Earl Van Moore felt the blood in his body boiling, burning with an almost crazy desire!
The blood in his body kept boiling and turned into a bloody mist in his consciousness. Under the guidance of longing, Earl Van Moore kept drinking the crimson thing, but he became more thirsty like adding fuel to the fire.

In the continuous boiling, the crimson thing in the Holy Grail finally bottomed out, and Earl Van Moore's life began to burn crazily!
But there was no trace of fear on his pale face, instead it was filled with an intoxicating smile.

In the crazy boiling of consciousness, he experienced an unprecedented feeling!
melt.

The senses are melting!

It's like throwing scrap iron into a furnace to purify brand new steel, a new sense is being born!

Seeing that Earl Van Moore, who had fallen into madness, was about to run out of fuel, at this moment, the red stone ring on his finger flickered red, and the decline in health stopped immediately.

moon!

Under the red light of the red stone ring, Earl Van Moore saw a scarlet moon! !
Under the bloody moonlight, his blood boiled and raised a steaming red mist, and his consciousness began to rise into a bloody space along with the red mist!

In the endless crimson of the blood-colored space, a towering throne of bones stands in the center.

On the throne, sat a withered blood-colored figure.

The moment Earl Van Moore appeared, the most direct and urgent wave of consciousness came from the bloody figure.

[I am your ancestor, Grand Duke Fanpail, I offer your soul and flesh, and I will give you eternity]

With the transmission of the fluctuation of consciousness, the blood-colored figure stretched out a hand, as if he wanted to ask Earl Van Moore for something.

And yet... nothing happened.

After a moment of silence, the bloody figure noticed that something was wrong.

【Um? ! You are not my heir!! Who are you...]

Sensing the other party's consciousness fluctuations, Earl Van Moore seemed to understand what was going on, and laughed presumptuously.

"Hahahaha, what [Eternal Life Ritual], it turns out that you are drawing big cakes! But this trick looks familiar to you, wait... Could it be that you are actually using [Mind Reincarnation Ritual]?! Hehehe, that’s too much! Coincidentally, I have a lot of experience in dealing with this trick!"

With excited fluctuations in his thoughts, Earl Van Moore announced loudly.

"This is the end of your legend of eternal life... I'm going to become the Grand Duke of Van Moore!!!"

After a brief silence, a roar that resounded through the space came from the bloody figure!

[Ridiculous ants, you will see the power of the Immortal Duke Vampire! ! ! 】

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In order to find out the truth of the legend and the ins and outs of the whole dungeon, let us go back to the beginning of the game...

"Hmm... This style of painting seems familiar!"

With the end of the system narration, Mozhen appeared in a spacious medieval Gothic hall.

There is no doubt that after completing "Fist of Freedom", he released his soul again, came to [Super Reality Paradise], and joined a round of [Multiplayer Scenario Mode].

There was no light in the gloomy hall, and the huge floor-to-ceiling windows were shrouded in mist, through the pale light coming from the window, Mo Zhen could barely see the layout of the hall.

The left and right of the hall lead to the corridors on both sides, and the stairs on both sides of the center of the hall spiral upwards to form a prominent platform. A huge portrait is placed on the wall of the central platform.

Concentrating on it, Mo Zhen squinted his eyes and looked at the painting.

This is a portrait of a strange man in a dark brown dress, holding a red metal wine glass, and wearing a flirtatious ruby ​​ring on his index finger.

The face of the man in the portrait is covered by a gray mask of unknown material, and the real face cannot be seen clearly, only the pair of scarlet bright eyes can be seen through the gap of the mask.

"Hmm... this should be the Duke himself, right? By the way, the hint is too obvious, and the difficulty of solving the puzzle is a bit low..."

After casually looking at the painting for a while, Mozhen immediately extracted the [element] from it with his strong art appreciation ability, and roughly guessed the content of the relic.

The spatial configuration of the whole painting deliberately highlights the mask, the ring and the metal wine glass on the man's hand. Obviously, these three things should be the treasures that need to be found.

Just when Mozhen was about to set off to hunt for treasure, a strong desire made his body tremble suddenly.

"How is this going?"

After careful observation, Mo Zhen found that there was an extra BUFF named [Bitting Mark] on his attribute panel.

[Bite Mark: The blood of hunger and thirst has penetrated into your body, the ceremony is about to be completed, and the hunger will guide you to return to the dining table...]

Under the influence of this BUFF, the hunger continued to affect Mozhen's thinking, and his mental value began to decline slowly.

"Is it the same character characteristic as zombification? That is to say, I have to do tasks while filling my stomach..."

At this moment, the system suddenly gave a plot reminder.

[Treasure hunters please gather in the lobby on the first floor and wait for the employer's instructions]

Apparently in this game, several other players were born in different areas of the mansion, and Mo Zhen who appeared directly in the lobby is quite like the beginning of luck.

If it's an ordinary player, they probably don't even think about it now, just hang up on the spot and wait for their teammates to arrive.

In this gloomy place, who would want to run around alone?
The answer is Mo Zhen.

Without saying a word, he immediately climbed the stairs and came to the corridor on the second floor.

Mozhen looked around here, as if waiting for something.

Suddenly, his face showed the excitement of a big fish taking the bait.

"Hey, good luck, I ran into it..."

In the corridor, a well-proportioned young man walked towards him, wearing a black dress and a wide-brimmed hat, with an aura of a lonely aristocrat on his body.

Looking carefully, Mo Zhen found what he was looking for, a ruby ​​ring, on the index finger of the other party's right hand holding the old note.

With a warm smile on his face, Mo Zhen quickened his pace and rushed towards the person who was walking towards him.

"How do you do, my dear employer!"

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