The World of Evil God game

Meteor World, Rhea Magic Academy.

"There are really many people participating, and the registration form has been filled up for more than a dozen times."

Professor Harley was in a large library, looking at the registration form in hand. This was the place where the college's great magicians exchanged their magical experiences. Ordinary students were not allowed to enter here.

Now, there is a group of great magicians gathered here, almost professors from several colleges gathered here.

But what they were discussing was not academic.

But how to win in new game competitions!

Next to Professor Halley is Professor Linnear, who is wearing a white robe and a star hat. He is an expert in celestial magic. Unfortunately, all the students in his class are fast asleep, or they arrive late and leave early.

Professor Linnier was studying a form carefully at this time, but when he looked closer, he discovered that it was not magic or a worksheet at all.

That's a list of moves.

Professor Linnear is reciting a combo list of a certain character.

"Hmph!" Professor Linnier's beard trembled, his face full of anger: "If I get this virtual wish card, those students will wait for death!"

"I will make a wish when the time comes."

"Anyone who arrives late, leaves early, sleeps and does not listen to my lectures within a week will flee on the spot regardless of the occasion. Only by coming to my classroom and listening to my lectures can they spend the week safely!"

Professor Harley's expression turned into sweaty beans.

"Actually, not many people can use celestial magic. The employment scope of this industry is too narrow. You don't need to let so many people flee."

Linnier rolled his eyes: "I just said casually. I will use this to scare those little devils. How could I really let them defecate anywhere?"

"Of course I also have my own wishes that I want to realize, so I won't waste this wish on those students!"

After he finished speaking, he touched his beard again: "Harley, are we good friends?"

"Since you have joined the Church of Fiction, why not let the God of Fiction open the back door for us and match up with a few weaker opponents?"

Professor Harley laughed loudly: "I'm afraid there are a lot of weak people this time. Many of them are playing for the first time. You can also see the number of participants and the world. They are all here for the wish card!"

"And cheating is not allowed. Last time I remember two people used spells to cheat while playing a game, and they were disqualified."

Linnier rubbed his eyebrows: "Hey, I have another idea. Why don't we let those students play games freely? If they win, I will give them extra credits, and then they will give me their wish cards."

"How can you be a good teacher?" Harley complained. At this time, other old professors came over. They were discussing something intensely. Farther away, the tables next to the bookshelves were moved. Opened and replaced several game consoles.

"No, this god's move should be"

"Seize his opening. If the opponent chooses the God of Pain, he will know how to counter the Puppet God."

"How about we choose an unpopular character and study it carefully, maybe we can win by surprise!"

"There are too many participating worlds. I have a plan! Everyone, why don't we defeat them one by one?"

"Oh! I'd like to hear the details. Do you want to develop a plan for each character's weaknesses?"

The eyes of dozens of professors gathered at the same place, and the black-robed mage wearing a black magic hat stood up, his eyes like torches:

"No! What I mean is to find a few mages who know the purification technique to purify all the undead and Lich players first, and then prepare a pile of garbage and waste to be secretly dumped in the world of the God of Abandonment, so that the waste collectors can If you are busy with work and are late; prepare some lucky props so that the Crystal Sisters can forget about participating in the competition.”

"Set fire to the trees in the light elves' hometown and let them go back to put out the fire. Place a big order for the carpenters' association and let them go back to work. Find some broken rune towers for the maintenance demons and let them all repair them. Get some ancient alchemy books for them to do alchemy. Magicians, go back to your hometown and study.”

"Splash the filth on the blue vampires and make them all take a bath; apply 'soft magic' to the pain believers to make them fall into comfort and forget about the pain, weakening their combat power; and finally, touch the porcelain to win the believers , fall in front of them and ask them to pay, making us weak, so that the ability of the Believers of Victory cannot be triggered, and we can only get out!"

"This way we will lose a lot of opponents!"

Although personal attacks and offline solo kills are very unethical behaviors, they are more effective!

The black-robed mage's thoughts also shocked everyone. Many old professors pushed up their glasses and clenched their fists with both hands!

"Is he really a genius?"

"Professor Taylor, I'm jealous of your talent!"

“Let’s just go ahead and do it!”

Professor Harley squirted out all the hot water he just drank until the dean of Rhea College stood up. He was a tall old mage, wearing a brown magic robe and holding a dragon-headed cane. He looked very similar. The old version of the magician in the classic work.

"That's it! Do you want to destroy this meteor world? Are we some kind of criminal organization?"

What King Xuan of Qi! Are you doing this to start a war with the worlds?

Under the scolding of the dean, these professors from different colleges sat down unconvinced, but they still communicated with each other using their eyes and the reflection of their glasses!

They still haven't given up on the idea!

"Hey, how can we old people beat those young people when we play this kind of thing? If we don't use some means, then aren't we just running with you!"

"Although the strategies on the forum are very good, everyone can read the forum. I suggest developing a 'drop magic' to make other users drop out of the forum. The same is true when playing games, and then let them Unable to connect."

"No, I tried, but I couldn't get around the permissions of the God of Fiction. My account was said to have committed major violations and was banned for a month."

"You are really developing disconnection magic!"

The old professors are still studying crooked ways. This academic seminar was originally supposed to discuss how to perform more powerful operations and achieve the great goal of entering the top five, but now it has turned into a "cheating seminar."

They were discussing how to cheat and how to cheat bigger.

"It seems I have to ask for off-site assistance!" The dean in the brown robe picked up a piece of paper and wrote magic words on it. Then he recited a spell, and the letter immediately ignited. into flames.

"Dean, do you know other masters?"

Professor Taylor was very dissatisfied. His black robe was shaking: "You just need to follow what I said."

"Shut up, you want to make big news all day long!" The dean said sternly: "I don't want to see you in the magic prison then."

"In short, I found a 'witch'. She is the legendary immortal and immortal person who does nothing all day long and has spider webs on her head. They can create 'field magic', 'god's curse', and 'interference with imagination' And various 'magic props' should be able to help us!"

The old professors all looked at each other with different expressions. Professor Linnier touched his beard and whispered:

"Dean, you don't want the witch to put a curse on us, and then use interference to imagine it."

"That's right! You know it very well!" The dean laughed loudly: "This will greatly improve our winning rate!"

"Have you heard of reverse curse, and interference with imagination? Some of you may not understand it. In short, this ability is the witch's unique 'imagination magic', which can interfere with a person's behavior and settings, and the effects it brings yes--"

"My strength depends entirely on her imagination!"

Professor Harley shouted:

"Poisoned milk magic! Genius!"