Cultural Invasion In Different World

The gunshots continued.

Angry leaned behind the wooden box and began to look at the inscribed rifle thrown by the player.

It had heard about this weapon called a gun from the intelligence shared by Hate, and Hate also praised the weapon invented by humans that would make war more cruel in the future.

Angry didn't expect that he would come into contact with this thing in the consciousness space, and... the gun in its hand was much more advanced than the ones used by humans in reality.

How to use it should be...

Angry learned how to hold this rifle based on his previous experience of his clone being torn to pieces by bullets.

It fumbled for a moment on the grip of the rifle, found the trigger and pulled it lightly.

Flames spurted out from the muzzle, and the bullets hit the wall in front of Angry, leaving a series of bullet marks on the wall.

The effect of the smoke bomb is going to disappear! Do you still have the smoke bomb?

The player was letting his character change the magazine of the pistol. The anger that he had regained the weapon could no longer bear the chatter of the player and the voice in his head, so he pointed the gun at the player next to him.

Anger pulled the trigger again, and three more bullets were fired directly, but it found that the person next to it was not hurt at all.

Why?

Anger once again fired several shots at the person next to him, but the character next to him did not suffer any damage.

He...they are coming! My pistol seems to be out of bullets.

The player was completely unaware that Anger was pointing the gun at him.

Anger let out a cry that was close to madness. It stood up directly in front of the wooden box, raised the gun in its hand and pressed the trigger at the attacker on the other side of the wooden box.

The bullets poured out from this round of strafing directly hit an attacking character. Angry watched as scarlet plasma emerged from the character's head and then fell to the ground.

Just... kill a human so easily?

No, those are aggregates of energy and cannot be considered human beings.

Just when Fury was shocked by the power of the rifle in his hand, a bullet pierced the shoulder of the character it controlled.

Blood spilled from its character's shoulders, and the angry character fell to the ground uncontrollably.

The sequence of inscriptions originally left inside this humanoid energy body took effect...according to the game, the angry character's health value has returned to zero and turned into a dead form!

Damn it! Don't try to imprison me in this way!

Anger constantly used his own energy branches to modify the inscriptions inside the aggregate, but the effect was minimal.

At this moment Angry heard footsteps again.

The group of attacking characters were approaching here, and at this moment Anger felt an emotion called despair growing in his heart.

The irony is that these desperate emotions actually allow it to... absorb some usable energy.

As long as the attacking characters fire a few more shots at it lying on the ground, it will completely disappear from the world.

But no…

The scenery in front of Angry suddenly changed, and a feeling of weightlessness suddenly swept over it. Because of this sudden feeling of weightlessness, it lost its balance and fell to the ground. It looked around... all the previously dead defender characters had been resurrected.

As if nothing happened, these characters bought a brand new firearm and left quickly.

We are the attacking side in this game...Huh? Don't you want to buy a gun?

The player who had been pestering it before came over again, and Angry figured out what happened based on the information reconstructed from his character's body.

Its characters are reborn.

Second game? Angrily stared at the teammates who were leaving, and suddenly understood the rules of this consciousness space.

It should have found a place to hide now, and then finished converting the energy in this character's body.

Anger thought so too, but as soon as it let its character take a few steps, a bullet hit the character of Anger's body.

The enemy has arrived behind it.

An inscribed rifle appeared in Angry's hand.

None of you will survive this time.

Anger reloaded the inscription gun in her hand. When she held these objects made of the power of faith again, she no longer felt the same repulsion as before.

All the messy voices in his mind disappeared. Anger was stunned at this moment. It had not yet completely transformed the power of faith in its body.

Anger raised his character's hand and summoned his own body, which was the part of gray mist.

As a result, what came out of its hand was not a gray mist, but a light grayish white mist, with some golden color mixed in it.

…………

Qiao Xiu pressed the m key on the keyboard and defected to the enemy's camp. Because three rounds had passed, the character incarnated by anger had been killed several times by Qiao Xiu's side, but it still existed here.

Bai Niao told Qiao Xiu some... interesting news.

That is, 'The Messenger is gradually assimilated by the World Tree. ’

After Qiao Xiu rebelled against the attacking side, he found the role occupied by anger.

Brother? Do you want to continue?

Qiao Xiu turned to look at Nogus who was sitting next to him. This was already Nogus's fifth game. He still seemed to believe that he could use the inscription gun in the game to eliminate anger.

Ever since Qiao Xiu pointed out who Angry was, Nogus had been staring at Angry to kill...

Now that Nogus had learned how to use a sniper rifle, while Qiao Xiu was answering him, Nogus accurately knocked down the angry character to the ground.

Why don't you continue?

Naugus controlled his character and asked Angry, who was lying on the ground.

Well... the thing is, it is gradually being eroded by the power of faith. Qiao Xiu explained.

Then? When Nogus came to Angry's side, it was cursing Nogus loudly, and kept repeating that the next round will definitely kill you.

Then it is possible that it will gradually change from a servant of the outside world to...a servant of the World Tree.

Qiao Xiu kept squatting and standing up next to the angry corpse.

Although Anger still retains the memory of past hatred, its body is composed more of the power of faith than gray fog.

You want me to let it go? Nogus saw what Qiao Xiu was thinking.

This is your prey, brother... I can't decide. If you want to destroy it, I can do it for you. Qiao Xiu was not very interested in this messenger.

Do you have a way to imprison it?

When Nogus was talking to Qiao Xiu, he did not put down what he was doing, and even killed an enemy with the sniper rifle in his hand.

Imprisonment? I think it should be fine. Qiao Xiu said.

Build me a cage to imprison it, and then tell me how to torture it. Nogus looked at the screen and said, I have a few questions to ask it.