My players are too fierce!

Deadly Town, Third Ring Road, Melting Plaza.

The priestess who wiped out Hachimedes and the other players is now in a very miserable state.

The flesh and blood in the altar were estimated to be almost gone, and the fire was extremely weak.

The priestess was practically reduced to a skeleton, with the iron chain around her waist hanging limply to the ground, unable to move.

The brazier overhead was almost extinguished.

The fleshy carpet on the ground was compressed to its limit, leaving only a piece at the priestess's feet and the part under the altar.

Kill it while it's sick!

Hachimedes made a gesture, and the seven players quickly followed.

"Weaknesses Revealed!"

The fire basin above the priestess's head, and her chest, lit up.

It seemed to sense that the enemy was approaching, but it could only slightly raise its head and stare intently at the seven people.

It recognized five of them; it must have killed them once before!

They should be dead!

Especially the one standing at the very back, the fallen one who colluded with the demon and used demonic power!

"Demon..."

Under Hachimed's command, the gale raised its pistol and aimed it at the brazier above the priestess's head.

boom--

The bullet was fired.

The dangling, cooled black-gray iron chain suddenly rose up and blocked the line of fire.

really!

This boss is faking it!

However, this seems to be its last gamble.

The chain is broken.

The priestess staggered from the upper body after being hit by the bullet.

"ah!!"

A shrill whistle came from behind.

The toad remembered clearly that the priestess hadn't been this badly beaten the last time she was attacked; she was probably on her last legs.

At least those two braziers are almost out.

"Reload!"

The swordsman led the remaining brothers and charged toward the priestess.

However, as soon as he took a step, his legs went weak.

[Status: Infected (Stage 1, not contagious), Weak]

"Damn it..."

If he had known that the debuff wouldn't be removed when that thing died, he would have asked his buddy to finish it off!

Using his broken sword as a support, he waved forward, signaling his brothers to charge ahead and ignore him.

After reloading his ammunition, Gale aimed again.

boom--

It missed.

The distance was still too far, and besides, this gun was just a flintlock pistol; the previous shot that hit was just luck.

"Curse of Weakness!"

David Day's curse has arrived, and this time it has finally taken effect.

A burst of red light swirled around her, and the priestess's waist visibly slumped downwards.

Kashima and the toad surrounded him, preparing to hack him to death with a flurry of swords.

"Eeya!"

The priestess plunged her hand into the altar and sucked the last bit of flesh and blood from it.

Its flesh and blood visibly recovered a layer.

The flames above his head reignited!

Then, a ring of fiery new stars exploded.

Kashima was quick to escape, but Hachimede and the toad weren't so lucky.

The toad turned to ashes on the spot, and Hakimed was seriously injured.

The priestess's feet moved, absorbing the flesh and blood on the ground, and she slowly walked towards the kneeling swordsman.

"Swordsman! Swordsman! Give me some of your blood!"

The swordsman didn't answer, but handed his hand to Awei, his eyes fixed on the priestess.

The dagger slashed across her wrist—

A few drops of blood seeped out.

Wait a minute! In TV dramas, they always just cut it in the middle!

"I'll do it! I'll do it!"

Kashima, who had just come from the front lines, glanced at what Awei was doing and was completely baffled.

"These are the blood vessels!"

Pointing, he snatched the knife-wielder's hand and forcefully stabbed at the radial artery.

Blood splattered, and Ah Wei quickly grabbed a bucket to catch it, almost getting sprayed all over his face.

"Damn it, you son of a bitch!"

Kashima acted hastily and his actions were anything but gentle, causing the swordsman considerable pain.

Ah Wei collected some blood and quickly took a pen from his waist.

Following the "instructions" that came with the equipment, Awei sketched the scene in front of him on the canvas based on his intuition.

The priestess sensed that someone was up to no good and immediately set her sights on Ah Wei, who was painting. She changed her target and walked towards Ah Wei.

His hands were glowing with orange light, as if he was gathering power.

boom--

A gust of wind rushed over, and a bullet struck the priestess in the leg, knocking her to the ground.

Since we can't hit them from a distance, let's just get close and shoot!

"Reload!"

Ah Wei's painting is almost finished.

A strong sense of crisis enveloped everyone present.

Swah——

Ah Wei makes a horizontal stroke on the canvas!

The priestess's chest was torn open, and her heart, now engulfed in flames, was clearly visible.

The swordsman included in the frame had his back instantly covered in blood and gore.

Everything present that is included in the canvas will be attacked.

Regardless of friend or foe!

Then, the painting on Awei's canvas, made of blood, gradually faded into the canvas, as if it had been eaten by the canvas.

[Sanity -35 (Awei)]

[Sanity -10 (Swordsman)]

The fire in the brazier flickered, the flames weakened, and the flesh on its chest writhed, seemingly about to close again.

One hand was raised and aimed at Awei.

Pfft!

The swordsman struggled to his feet and, with all his might, thrust out a sword!

Although not fatal, the flames on his chest remained, preventing the flesh from closing up.

The priestess struggled, intending to stand up first, burn the swordsman to death, and then deal with Awei.

But the swordsman disregarded the sharpness of the blade, tucked the broken sword under his arm, and used his body to restrain it.

The two trapped beasts locked in a fierce struggle!

At that moment, Gale, having finished reloading, approached the priestess, pressed the muzzle of his gun against her chest, and pulled the trigger—

boom!

This flintlock pistol is ultimately a product of the game, but its destructive power is in no way inferior to that of modern hand cannons.

The priestess's heart flame went out.

Its legs buckled, as if it had lost its power source.

It raised its head and looked at the raging wind.

The emptiness beneath the white cloth shimmered with a final, desperate madness.

"He's going to self-destruct!"

The strong winds didn't give it that chance.

It took less than 20 seconds to reload, with the muzzle pressed against the brazier above its head.

boom--

The brazier shattered.

The priestess and the altar turned to ashes together.

Lying on the ground, Hakimed, though he was observing the whole thing again, still felt a sense of comfort.

Sigh, the big boss who wiped them out before, just like that, died at the hands of a newbie?

It is embarrassing.

Where the priestess had stood, a ball of light remained.

There is also one at the altar.

Kuangfeng helped the swordsman up, looking at the man his own age with eyes full of approval.

He's a ruthless person.

If it had been a decade or two earlier, he might have recruited this guy to work under him as a colleague.

Hey, I wonder what this guy does in real life.

Let's have a drink sometime.

Kashima picked up what the priestess dropped, while Ah Wei retrieved what the altar dropped.

The crack was erased after the bell rang.

As with countless years past, only those with deepest obsessions can remain in this cemetery.

[Imagining a source of fire]

[Lighting this will create a simple campfire, which is weaker than the one at Roland's location and cannot be upgraded.]

[Quality: Excellent]

[Note: You will receive a reward after handing this item over to the administrator]

[Small-sized fuel x5]

Each one thrown into the fire can be counted as one unit of fuel.

[Note: You will receive a reward after handing this item over to Roland]

"Cough cough..."

Just then, as everyone was preparing to return after cleaning up the battlefield, an accident happened to the swordsman.

[Status: Infected (Stage 2, non-infectious), Weak, Rotting]

A trickle of black blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth.