It's time to become an evil god.

The witch paused for a moment, "Mr. Bai?"

Xi Zeliang quickly took out an emergency call device and said, "Mr. Bai, can you hear me?"

"sure."

Bai Ge's indifferent voice came through the pager, "What's going on?"

Are you not sick?

Bai Ge, on the other end of the walkie-talkie, said, "Look at what you're saying. My health code is clearly green, so what disease could I possibly have?"

Ryo Nishizawa took a deep breath and muttered to himself, "...Mental illness."

The witch interrupted Nishizawa Ryo, saying, "Anyway, you should be careful now. Someone used the [Plague Virus] item and released a large number of viruses in the hotel. Many players have already been infected and died."

"Okay, it's alright. Remember to drink more hot water if you're sick."

"..."

Bai Ge seemed to be recalling past memories, and said with deep emotion, "Back then, my mother was also sick and lying in bed. She said she was too sick to cook for me and asked me to go out and buy something to eat. I immediately replied, 'Mom, don't worry, your son has grown up and can help you to the kitchen.'"

"As a result, I was recognized as a filial son who was well-known throughout our village."

"..."

Xi Zeliang looked up, and everyone had a strange expression on their face, as if they wanted to say something but couldn't.

Wen Liang put down his bow and arrow and said in a low voice, "Since this guy can still spout nonsense, it at least means he's immune to the deadly virus, right?"

"Which floor are you on now?"

The witch hurriedly said, "We need you to shut down the box containing the plague virus!"

"I'm on the thirteenth floor."

Bai Ge spoke as he walked, then suddenly stopped.

The corridor ahead was so lively that I was hesitant to go any further.

Joseph and Trump, Yuri, Joan of Arc and King Arthur stared at each other.

The atmosphere was tense and solemn; swords were drawn and bows were strung.

There was sudden silence on the other end. Nishizawa Ryo asked nervously, "What's wrong? What happened?"

"Hmm...it's nothing really."

Bai Ge stopped where he was and said in a low voice, "The first thing I saw when I came up was the three leaders of Yalta having a meeting."

Chapter 190 Pingdu Town Reveals Big Boobs

The other players in the room were stunned for a moment, then asked hesitantly, "The Yalta Conference? What Yalta Conference?"

Before Bai Ge could explain, a hurried exclamation came from the other end of the call device: "Oh no, the negotiations have failed, and world war has broken out."

President Trump had been trying to get close to Joseph to activate his ability to teleport to another dimension, but he didn't expect the other to spray 7.62mm bullets at him like they were free, so he could only cower behind the concrete, cursing under his breath.

The concrete wall where he was hiding was riddled with bullet holes. He cursed through gritted teeth, "Damn it, what the hell is this? A New World Steel Warrior?"

"Do not."

After running out of bullets, Comrade Joseph drew his greatsword and charged forward, declaring, "I am the loyal Red Ghost!"

On the other side, the two-on-one battle put King Arthur in a tough fight. She could only keep changing positions to avoid Yuri's mind control. Each time she flashed, she would leave behind a large pool of black, glowing dots, as if they were adorned with various stars.

Joan of Arc clasped her hands together, and as if drawn by a magnet, she slowly but actually quickly pulled them apart to the sides, unleashing a burst of azure lightning from her palms, which, like a spear, were thrown towards King Arthur.

The lightning spear streaked across the corridor, sending sparks and lightning flying everywhere. The corridor was filled with a blinding flash of electricity. King Arthur planted his greatsword on the ground, his hands around the hilt, his eyes closed, his lips trembling slightly as if he were chanting some unknown incantation. He was completely oblivious to the spear that Joan of Arc was about to strike.

"You shall die along with your people."

Because her expression was so distorted, Joan of Arc seemed to display a manic, exaggerated expression, and as she recalled how she had personally ended the faith of the British people, an excited smile appeared on her lips.

Victory belongs to France!

King Arthur suddenly opened his eyes, gripped the greatsword with both hands, and swung it upwards. The tip of the sword shot out like a laser beam, destroying everything in its path. The Holy Lance of Light disappeared in a dazzling display of light, leaving Joan of Arc with no chance to escape.

"stop!"

Yuri's eyes began to glow. In terms of mind control and corruption, he was unmatched among the current Earth players. Sure enough, even the resolute King Arthur was stunned by the impact and his sword veered off course, grazing past Joan of Arc.

The battle reached a stalemate when suddenly a large hole was smashed in the ceiling. The corridor lights fell to the ground along with the concrete, and a man suddenly appeared in front of everyone. He was wearing Gothic armor, holding a knight's lance, and had a pair of strange wings on his back, like a birdman.

The other side arrogantly provoked, "The Polish Winged Hussars are here. Who among you dares to take a step forward?"

Everyone stared at him with strange looks, as if he were an idiot.

Seemingly sensing the contempt in the eyes of others, he said disdainfully, "My great Bosnia has punched Germany and kicked Russia, and the entire European continent trembles under my feet. What are these mere Americans? And what are you all... Hey, who the hell hit me?"

Before he could finish speaking, Yuri picked up a brick, walked behind the Winged Hussar, and slammed it into the back of his head. The Hussar turned around angrily, only to be punched hard in the face. The other players, already seething with anger and unable to settle their differences, put aside their past grievances and rushed forward to punch and kick him.

"Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me! Everyone, I was wrong!"

"Stop fighting!"

When Bai Ge shouted from behind, all the players stopped and turned to look at him, wondering what he wanted to do.

"You can't kill anyone by fighting like that."

Bai Ge took out a spiked club from his inventory and put one in each person's hand, saying confidently, "This is how you have to fight."

Everyone gratefully took the spiked clubs from the white-clad singer and beat him even harder.

At this moment, thick green smoke had already seeped in from the elevator shaft and the emergency exit door, beginning to spread in their direction. Soon it would engulf the entire corridor. At the same time, Bai Ge saw hotel staff emerge from nowhere, walking into the billowing green toxic smoke. Even though their faces were covered in horrifying blisters from the viral infection, their expressions remained indifferent and cold, as if they were born emotionless monsters.

"Why are these hotel staff members completely unharmed?"

Bai Ge was horrified. At first, he thought all the hotel staff were dead, but now it seemed that the hotel staff might not even be human!

There isn't a single normal person in this entire hotel!

They are all from the underworld.

"Don't come any closer!"

At a shout, the hotel staff member stopped in his tracks.

"Private Marseille".

The hotel staff member maintained a stiff, eerie expression, his eyes empty and numb, like a walking corpse.

He bowed slightly, and then his whole body swelled up rapidly like an inflating balloon, expanding and bulging, even the buttons on his shirt tightened, as if they were about to burst open at any moment.

The hotel staff member's mouth began to open repeatedly, tearing open at a ninety-degree angle. An arm covered in blood and mucus emerged from deep within his throat, like a monster in human skin removing its disguise to reveal its true form.

This is a monster that is entirely white, with no facial features, and its teeth are hidden under its almost transparent white skin. It looks like a monster that came out of the world of Alien Engineers.

It spread its arms and let out a strange roar, as if releasing some kind of dangerous and ominous signal.

Countless eyes and enormous cocoons began to appear on the walls, the dark figures within about to break free of their pupae and transform into adult insects. The room had invisibly transformed into a series of iron prison doors, from which terrifying roars echoed.

A monster dragging a massive iron hammer blocked the end of the corridor. Its head was covered with a dirty, tattered hood stained with black blood. Iron hooks, nails, and spikes, and all sorts of sharp weapons were stuck in its head. It was alive in an almost impossible way.

"So the real hotel trial wasn't about killing each other."

All eyes turned to the president, the instigator. His lips twitched, and only then did he realize that he had been deceived by that damned devil.

Oh no, actually it wasn't deceiving itself, but deliberately giving an ambiguous answer to induce it to make a mistake!

"It's about all of us players uniting and cooperating to survive these monsters!"

Chapter 191 Are you still cosplaying as the Dark Goddess of Gunara?

The players who were just fighting amongst themselves suddenly turned grim, their faces revealing indescribable expressions. It was likely that the number of deaths from their infighting was not as terrifying as the number of deaths caused by the plague virus. Even though the few players in front of them could withstand the poisonous smoke, a gloomy atmosphere hung over everyone as they faced the surging tide of monsters.

Occasionally, screams could be heard from other floors, but they would quickly stop, as if the survivors who had just escaped the poisonous smoke had not had time to react before being killed by the monster.

"We must find a way to stop the toxic fumes from coming out, or we'll all die," said Nishizawa Ryo anxiously through the emergency call device.

"Hello."

The one who had been standing silently to the side asked the monster that resembled an alien, "Is it too late for me to give up my player identity and join the monster faction? Do I submit a resume or a medical record to join you monsters?"

The other players' lips twitched. "Damn, what's wrong with you? You're not human anymore!"

Bai Ge turned his head, winked quietly at the other players, and said in a low voice, "Don't panic, everyone. It's okay. I'm a professional at infiltrating. I was sent to infiltrate a gang as a new recruit to the police station, and then I was sent to infiltrate the police station as a new recruit to the gang. It took me two years to finally collect enough evidence of the chief's corruption and bribery to bring him to justice. In the end, the police station had no choice but to send me to infiltrate a brothel. As a result, a year later, all the technicians got pregnant, and I was hailed as a gynecological expert."

Hearing Bai Ge's untimely吐槽 (tu cao, a Chinese internet slang term for sarcastic or unhelpful remarks), Xize Liang couldn't help but chime in, "Well, you guess you've really taken to what you do."

Strange phenomena began to appear on the ceiling dome, converging into eerie, bloodshot eyeballs that stared down at the crowd with an extremely malevolent gaze. Then, like cells dividing and multiplying, the bloodshot eyeballs began to multiply rapidly, one becoming two, two becoming four, four becoming eight, constantly replicating and growing, rapidly proliferating until finally, like a bunch of plump, juicy grapes, they drooped down.

Yuri's expression changed. As if sensing something, he shouted, "Watch out, this isn't a monster..."

However, before he could finish speaking, the grape-shaped eyeballs hanging from the ceiling turned around and stared at Bai Ge, unleashing all sorts of mental pollution and evil curses upon him.

The next instant, Yuri turned pale, blood seeped from his seven orifices, and he knelt on the ground with a thud, his eyes wide open but unable to utter a single word.

"I'll get rid of it."

Joan of Arc realized that this was not the time for infighting. She opened her arms, revealing two deep wounds in the center of her palms, pierced by sharp blades. Then, her hands burst forth with brilliant light from the wounds, revealing two lightning spears made of lightning bolts in her grasp.

Replicas of the Spear of Longinus and the Spear of Cassius

Before Joan of Arc was burned at the stake, she was nailed to a cross by Pierre of Beauvais, a Vatican relic. After receiving baptism from the relic, she was left with stigmata and was able to wield a portion of divine power.

The lightning spear thrown from his hand struck the grape-like eyeball, then exploded instantly, blasting the monster into dust.

The immense danger brought together a group of players who were originally fighting each other, encouraging them to stick together for mutual support.

"You guys try to hold off these monsters, I'll go deal with the source of the poisonous smoke."

The monsters were endless, like a tidal wave. Since the battle was to drag on until six o'clock the next morning, it meant that this was a tower defense battle that would last all night.

……

A middle-aged man emerged from room number 666, carrying an old, dusty book. He gently wiped the rough cover, revealing the words "The Holy Scripture of Law."

He came to retrieve a book of spells containing cult texts that he had kept in the hotel.

He is [Death Summoner Aleister Crowley]

If it were the 1930s or 40s, everyone would feel uneasy and fearful upon hearing the name Aleister Crowley. He had many titles: British occultist, notorious psychic of the 20th century, blasphemer, but more people called him "King of the Beasts" or "Beast of the Apocalypse," and some even called him "the most evil man in the world."

After the evolution game began, he was transformed back into a player and participated in the evolution game.