When I traveled through time and became a player, I just wanted to commit suicide

"Shadow Guard..." Elsa curled her lips slightly, "Why did you choose such a name?"

Li Shanren shrugged and said, "It's just a random name. If you don't like it, you can also call him Rose Guard, Hunter Gut Guard, Northern Guard, Blood Clan Guard... If you like silly names, you can also call him Idiot Guard. I have no objection."

Elsa looked at him, speechless for a moment.

"Okay, time to leave this place."

Li Shanren got up from the sofa and walked upstairs.

"The butler is a witch cultist. We cannot rule out the possibility that he has communicated with other cultists. The longer he stays, the more danger there is."

Back in Alice's room, the little girl was still sleeping. The Headless Knight was standing in the corner dutifully, his body was illusory and his breath was empty. If Li Shanren hadn't known where she was, it would have been difficult for him to notice her the moment he entered the room.

Although Lutier is not the most powerful soul in him at present, she is too comprehensive. She can track and scout. The large metal shield in her hand has powerful defensive capabilities. She also has the combat skill phantom gun as a means of long-range attack, and can restrain enemies who are good at using shadow power.

Therefore, unless facing multiple powerful opponents at the same time, Li Shanren generally likes to ask Lutier to come out for help.

Although in the original game, due to the limitations of the game's expressiveness, she is not very practical among all the hardcore characters.

Li Shanren picked up the sleeping Alice and was about to walk out. At this time, Lutier, who was following behind him, suddenly reminded him in his heart: "There are a lot of people outside, they may be enemies."

Elsa leaned on the handrail of the stairs, drew the black kukri from her waist, and stared outside the house with burning eyes.

"Young Master is right. Unfortunately... they are already here."

"Who?"

"Witch cultists, um... I can already smell that smell."

Hearing this, Li Shanren sighed inwardly, wishing he would have slipped away a few minutes earlier.

However, who knew that the other party would come so quickly? From the time he rushed back to the villa to the time he was ready to leave, less than ten minutes had passed.

But in other words, if the other party reacted so quickly, even if he left early, he would most likely be blocked halfway.

Li Shanren released his spiritual perception and locked onto the targets outside the house one by one. After counting carefully, he found that there were thirteen unknown beings surrounding the entire villa. No matter which direction he went from, he would be besieged by at least four to five people.

"How about I stop those witch cultists for you, and you take the opportunity to escape with your little sister, how about that?" Elsa said with a smile, playing with the scimitar.

"Can you stop them by yourself?" Li Shanren glanced at her.

"If the young master can get that headless guy to help me, maybe it will work~"

"That won't work."

Li Shanren refused without even thinking about it.

The ashes souls will be called back to him when they exceed a certain distance, and they cannot stay to help Elsa.

Li Shanren pondered for a while and said, "How about this, I'll go meet them first, you and Alice stay in the house. If there's a fight outside, you take her and escape in the chaos, and wait for me here..."

He gave Elsa a hotel address.

That was where he and Alice had stayed before.

"Oh~ Master didn't let me stay behind to cover our retreat. Could it be that he cares about me?"

"Yes, I used a divine punishment contract on you. If you die here, I will suffer a great loss."

Li Shanren said in a mercenary tone.

"Put away your knife and be ready to take her away at any time."

After saying that, he took two steps forward, transferred the sleeping Alice into Elsa's arms, then went downstairs alone and walked out of the house.

Outside the house, a figure with skin as pale as a corpse stood in the courtyard. His cheeks were thin and his bones were covered with only a thin layer of flesh. He looked like a skeleton.

There were only a few strands of gray hair on his bald head that stubbornly stuck to his scalp.

He was wrapped in a dark purple robe and had a crazy expression on his face.

“Not good, not good, not good! What a wonderful aura this is! What a wonderful aura!!”

"Your Highness the Witch, have you been here just now? Did you? Did you? Did you?!"

The crazy man roughly pulled the subordinate next to him over, pressed his cloudy eyes against the other man, and asked: "Hey! You smelled it too! The breath of Her Majesty the Witch, this is good news!"

"Excited? Thrilled? Joyful?"

The witch cultist in purple-black robes nodded woodenly.

“In that case, why don’t you laugh? You should laugh out loud! Like me…hahahahaha!!!”

The crazy man grabbed his men's shoulders, raised his head and laughed wildly and shrilly.

However, the witch cultist beside him did not react at all, as if they were used to it or had become numb.

After laughing alone for a while, the crazy man seemed to feel a little bored. He pushed his subordinate to the ground and then stepped on him again and again, making the witch cultist tremble all over.

"Why! Why! Why don't you smile?!"

"You are so disrespectful! So profane! So lazy!"

With one final hard kick, he stomped the believer's head deep into the mud.

At this time, the door of the villa was opened, and a foreign young man wearing a black hooded windbreaker walked out.

The crazy man paused, then suddenly bent his body and started sniffing everywhere.

“The smell…the smell…the smell…”

Soon, he was five steps away from Li Shanren.

The next second, his eyes flashed, and a headless knight in heavy armor stood in front of him.

"Bang!"

“Ouch! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!!!”

The crazy man who bumped his head against the armor covered his head and stepped back, looking like he was in pain.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Li Shanren asked knowingly, while calmly glancing around the courtyard.

There were a total of six witch cultists surrounding this place. Except for the crazy man in front of them, all the others were wrapped in dark purple robes, and their faces were covered tightly by wide cloaks.

"We? Who are we?"

The crazy man released his hands from covering his head and revealed a twisted smile.

He stared at Li Shanren for a while, then bent down slightly, bowed respectfully, and introduced himself:

"I am... the Archbishop of the Witch Cult, the one who holds the title of Sloth... Betelgeuse Romanee-Conti."

After saying that, he looked straight at Li Shanren, his gaze so sticky that it seemed as if it was sticking to the other person.

"You have a strong aura of favor. But, I haven't seen you before. Could it be that... you are arrogant?"

"I don't understand what you are saying. No matter why you are here, you'd better take your people and leave here now before I start to expel you." Li Shanren said calmly.

"Leave...here?"

Snap, snap...

Romanee-Conti tilted his head and twisted his neck to a terrifying 90 degrees, as if it was broken.

"Excuse me...can you repeat that?"

"Leave here, now, immediately, right now." Li Shanren stared at him seriously and said, "Don't make me repeat it for the third time."

Romanee-Conti's mouth twisted into a strange arc, his whole body trembled violently, and he covered his face and laughed wildly.

“Haha…hahahahahaha!!!”

"Let me leave? Let me leave! You...you, you are so despicable!"

"I clearly felt it! I felt it from a very long distance away. Your Majesty, the Witch must have favored you! That's why you can receive so much favor!"

"But...you actually! You actually want to chase me away!"

"How despicable! How shameless! How abominable!"

"Do you want to monopolize Her Majesty the Witch? You cannot ignore me! You are not allowed! You are unforgivable!!!"

"Even if you are arrogant, you cannot selfishly monopolize Her Majesty the Witch!"

“Hehehe——!! Kill him! Take back the favor of Her Majesty the Witch from this lazy fellow!”

As soon as the words fell, all the witch followers surrounding the villa moved and turned into shadows wandering in the courtyard.

After just half a breath, Li Shanren was surrounded without leaving a single gap.

Even the witch cultist who was trampled into the mud climbed up and joined the siege.

The current number comparison is thirteen to two.

Li Shanren had no way of finding out the specific strength of these witch cultists. He only felt that the aura around them was quite strange, as if they were puppets without much self-awareness.

The difference in the number of people is a little bit big.

Li Shanren's eyes focused, and a light green light emanated from his body, forming a thin spherical shield that spread out and isolated the witch cultists outside.

"Hmm! Elemental Shield, you are the Grand Mage... Hehehe, eh, that's not right, it seems to be some kind of magic tool, you are not the Grand Mage!"

"How pathetic! You actually use this kind of external object to improve yourself. I'm afraid you will never be able to become a great mage in this life. Only a pathetic person like you would use this kind of thing to deceive yourself."

Romanee-Conti, who was standing outside the encirclement, nervously put his ten fingers into his mouth, bit his nails with a crackling sound, and mocked with a smile.

He could actually see through the details of the spiritual shield at a glance.

Li Shanren's eyes focused, he grabbed the meteorite staff with his right hand and swung it in front of him. In an instant, a blue magic sword with a blade nearly two meters long condensed and he swung forward without hesitation.

The sword blade, which contained great power, pierced through the waists of the three witch cultists surrounding the front as easily as cutting butter, as if it was going to cut them in two.

The headless knight Lutier gripped his spear tightly and tapped it lightly on the ground. The tip of the spear immediately ignited with yellow and black flames of death.

The next second, she disappeared.

"Ohhh! Great! Great!"

Seeing the brilliant blue sword, Romanee-Conti applauded excitedly.

Before he could say anything else, the tip of the spear burning with yellow and black flames pierced through his chest, cruelly lifted him up, and then slammed him to the ground.

The pale face rubbed against the grass thoroughly.

“Aaaaaa! It hurts so much, so much!”

Romanee-Conti screamed, but from the momentum of his shouting, he did not seem to be in a dying or weak state.

On the other side, Li Shanren looked at the three witch cultists in front of him who were hit by Kalia's sword but still stood there as if nothing had happened, and his eyes sank slightly.

Even...you can't even see the wound.

"Hehehe! Surprised? Confused? Scared?"

Romanee-Conti, who was lying on the ground, let out an uncomfortable, shrill laugh.

"Lift up your clothes and let him see what you really are? Hahaha!"

As soon as the words fell, the twelve witch cult members in purple and black robes took off their hoods at the same time, revealing strange and distorted faces.

There were no facial features on the purple-black face, only layers of indescribable wrinkles and holes, so densely packed that any trypophobia patient would not dare to open their eyes.