I'm not a drama god

Chen Ling's hollow corpse was swallowed by the surrounding red paper. With his death, the monster in front of him seemed to have completely broken free from some kind of restraints, surging in all directions with an almost infinite posture!

The red clouds seemed to be ignited from the cliffs by flames. Countless pieces of uncontrolled red paper rushed straight up into the sky, eventually covering the entire sky...

When Diamond J saw this scene, his eyes were filled with astonishment and confusion, "Did he just... commit suicide?"

"That's right." Sun Bumian shrugged.

"But this is commonplace for Hearts."

Diamond J:?

Not only the Jack of Diamonds, even the Archbishop couldn't understand all this.

Chen Ling was clearly dead, so why was this monster's body still moving? Why was his aura even more terrifying after death?

The archbishop held a bone stick in his hand and stood in the center of the bloody village, his eyes fixed on the rolling red sky… Two black crescent-shaped pupils slowly opened from the air, as if someone was looking through the sky, playfully overlooking the ant-like earth.

At the same time, all the shadow centipedes hiding on the cliffs trembled. They prostrated themselves on the ground respectfully, not daring to move at all under the scarlet sky, as if they were praying to their king to have mercy and spare their lives.

"@*!&#!!!!"

The Archbishop finally sensed the source of the aura from the surging aura of disaster, and a flash of fear flashed across his dark eyes...

He didn't understand why Chaozai appeared here and infiltrated the Jiangtian Sect in a semi-human form... But one thing was certain, that was that Chaozai had already regarded him as a meal.

The archbishop knew that he had no way to retreat, so he could only clench the bone stick tightly, grit his teeth and roar, then rush towards the sky!

……

[Current expected value: 62%]

[It was detected that the actor connection was lost and the performance was interrupted]

[Audience Expectation Value-50]

[Current expected value: 12%]

【warn!warn! 】

[The audience begins to participate in the performance! 】

Thumb-thump-thump...

A glaring spotlight lit up above the stage, and lines of dark green characters floated across the screen.

Chen Ling slowly opened her eyes, but did not get up immediately. Instead, she lay on the floor for a long time before slowly standing up.

He turned his head and looked behind him, only to see a huge screen showing the scene of the fight between the outside world's ridicule and the archbishop... The archbishop, who had felt oppressive when facing Chen Ling just now, was now being beaten like a sandbag. He had just leaped up when he was slapped to the ground.

After so many deaths, Chen Ling had already figured out the relationship between audience expectations and the power of ridicule. This time, when he died, he had 12% of the expectations left. The audience that got out could probably exert the strength of the seventh level. Coupled with the suppression of ridicule itself on the Jiangtian Sect, it should be no problem to beat the archbishop.

Chen Ling walked straight to the curtain and tentatively stretched out five fingers behind it...

The fourth wall, which should have been extremely solid, was now as soft as jelly in front of Chen Ling. This meant that as long as he wanted, he could easily pass through the wall and regain his body.

If it were before, it would be almost impossible for Chen Ling to achieve this by his own strength, but now he has controlled a part of Chaosai's power, and 12% is a node that he can come and go freely... Long before the ceremony began, Chen Ling had already thought of this offensive and defensive strategy based on the audience's expectations at the time.

If you can defeat the enemy with your own strength, do it by yourself. If you can’t defeat the enemy, commit suicide and take on the disaster!

"There's still a lot of time."

"Now that you're already on stage... don't leave."

Chen Ling's bright red robe emitted a blood-like glow under the spotlight. He slowly raised his palm and grabbed his face hard!

Stab-! !

The red and black flames ignited between his five fingers, and under the flying embers, a hideous Nuo mask had replaced the original face, exposed to the air. The bright red robe moved without wind, and as the flames flowed, it was also refined into a gorgeous red and black gilded color.

As Chen Ling summoned the Nuo mask, the soul of Yao residing in it was aroused. His palm crossed over the fourth wall and pressed hard towards the real world outside!

The next moment, black shadows flew out from behind the fourth wall as if they were summoned out of thin air!

[God descends]!

These figures were all the audience who had taken the opportunity to rush onto the stage. They were also a key part of the ridicule outside. They were happily beating up the archbishop outside just now, but were directly dragged back to the stage by Chen Ling, with a trace of confusion still remaining in their scarlet eyes.

"This opportunity is rare, come in batches."

In the center of the stage, a man in a red and black costume stretched his body. A chilling light was reflected from the ferocious Nuo mask, and his eyes were flashing with fighting spirit, as if he no longer regarded this place as a stage, but a life-and-death arena!

After a few days, Chen Ling activated [Slaying Evil] again!

For other fusionists, the Killing of Evil can be performed at any time, but this is not the case for Chen Ling... There is the limitation of the fourth wall between him and the audience, so he can only start the Killing of Evil when the audience takes the initiative to step onto the stage.

It is not easy for the audience's expectation value to drop below the controllable range of 20, so Chen Ling does not intend to miss this opportunity. Even if they come in batches, he wants to catch all the audience who come up this time in one fell swoop!

As Chen Ling completed her divine descent, the originally bright spotlight began to flicker.

In the dimness, Chen Ling's figure was like a ghost, whistling out from the spot, grabbing the shoulder of the nearest audience member with both hands and tearing a crack in it!

The audience's scarlet eyes showed fear and anger, but the next moment, Chen Ling's mouth bit directly on the wound, and the two of them fell heavily to the ground!

……

boom--! ! !

The blood-red silk fell from the sky like the tentacles of a giant octopus, slapping the archbishop who was ejected into the air like swatting a fly, and smashed him to the ground with a bang!

The power of the liberated Scoundrel was now enough to suppress the Archbishop. The terrifying force reduced half of the village to ruins. Amid the cracks in the earth, the Archbishop's chest was covered with hideous wounds and his body was stained red with blood.

Even so, the Archbishop's body still did not collapse. He stared at the red monster that had transformed into the sky, propped up his body with a bone stick, and tried to stand up from the ground little by little...

As a strange red light climbed up to the one eye in the sky, the next moment, the land where the archbishop was located seemed to come alive and was suddenly endowed with some kind of spirituality. The originally cracked gaps visibly turned into two rows of hideous fangs, which suddenly bit together!

The archbishop who was in the center of the rift was like being in the mouth of a giant creature. Before he could come to his senses, he was instantly squeezed by the giant mouth of the monster transformed from the earth, and was chewed madly, making bursts of loud noises that made his scalp tingle.