I Became the King of Villains In the Game

[Trigger the main task: Scarlet Festival! 】

The first ring: The owner of the "Time Amber" gallery in Amber City, Oil Paint Sir Beckman planned a grand exhibition of bloody paintings. He is going to use [A-level spooks-Bone Gallery] to capture the head of the "Circus" and the shelter. Special commissioner Roderick and other extraordinary people in the field have many spiritualities, and turned all the guests present into oil paintings, strengthened the [Gallery of Bones], and then fled far away...

Just as he betrayed the "History and Ceremony Association", took a risk and robbed the tomb of the Red Apple Church, stole the magic artifact from the remains of Archbishop Monroe, and designed to frame the association members, he was ruthless and ruthless.

But fate is a circle, and Bishop Newman sacrificed himself, triggering the trap of [Gallery of Bones] in advance, attracting a terrifying existence...

The destruction of Amber City was only a thought away.

Go to where it happened and stop it from happening.

Task rewards: 50,000 experience points, 100 gold pounds, 10 regional popularity, 10 special attribute points and 1 blessing point.

"The main line...is ahead of time?! Is this oil paint lord a lunatic?"

Chen Lun's face darkened.

Things have changed over at the gallery!

My previous divination was wrong, either because the current level of the sequence was insufficient, or the power of a higher sequence distorted my prediction, resulting in a misjudgment.

But no matter what the situation is, I must leave immediately.

boom!

He spread his black wings, soared into the air, and disappeared into the sky with a black shadow.

Outside the church yard.

There was too much movement here, and it had already attracted the attention of the surrounding residents, and they all ran towards here.

The five members of Polaris hid in the crowd. They first received a reminder that the first ring of the mission had been completed. Before they could be happy, they saw Mr. Jack flying away in a hurry.

Intuition told them that perhaps the matter was not over.

"—follow the past! There will definitely be big things happening!"

Polaris sent a text message.

The group of five players squeezed through the crowd and rushed in the direction Chen Lunfei was walking.

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gallery.

The scene is like a crossbow.

Seven or eight men and women in costumes controlled the guests present, and the men in tuxedos were marking prices for the guests one by one. Only a few people noticed that Beckman standing at the door suddenly made a strange movement.

From the pool of blood oozing out of nowhere under his feet, an easel slowly emerged.

Beckman calmly picked up the paintbrush, faced the direction of the guests present, and began to paint. The man in the tuxedo noticed something, and suddenly turned his head and glanced at Beckman.

"Sir Painter, what are you doing?"

Tuxedo asked.

"Oh, this scene can't help but inspire me."

Beckman smiled and drew by himself.

The tuxedo stared at him for a few seconds, then turned his eyes to look at the old man in costume beside him. The old man instantly understood what the leader meant, and walked towards Beckman with a bloody dagger in his hand to see what he was doing.

Beckman was indifferent to this, and seemed not to care about the other party's inspection at all. But when the old man in the costume walked up to him, he was startled suddenly, his pupils shrinking slightly.

Because the old man suddenly saw that on the canvas was the back of the regiment leader.

Beckman is specially painting for the leader...

"Sir Painter, you...?"

The old man in costume opened his mouth, just about to question.

boom! !

The door suddenly exploded from the outside.

A black light wave shot straight at it, and the dark color distorted the light, attracting attention, and seemed to contain the extraordinary power of death. The speed of the light wave was extremely fast, instantly hitting the old man in the costume and passing through his body.

hum!

The old man's face froze, and he stood on the spot. There was no visible damage to his body, but he had actually suffered a serious injury on the soul level.

"Cough—poof!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood, turned his back to the sky, and fell to the ground.

Everyone present was startled, only to see a group of investigators in uniform rushing in from outside, and even the investigators lurking among the guests pulled out their flintlock guns and confronted the men and women in costumes.

"Shelter... Do you think I'm defenseless against you?"

The man in the tuxedo said calmly.

Roderick and Mona walked into the gallery slowly, and the guests dared not show their atmosphere.

"Unless you don't care about the life and death of these high-class figures, as long as you dare to act rashly, I will order them all to die."

Tuxedo said.

"Really?"

Roderick looked at him impassively.

next moment.

Beckman waved his hand, and a phantom of a gallery appeared in front of him out of thin air.

huh huh...

Oil paintings passed in front of him like a revolving lantern. The last oil painting stopped, with a strange eye pupil on it.

Beckman lightly tapped the paintbrush, and the pupil in the painting opened his eyelids, revealing the deep pupils of the three primary colors.

With a grunt, it scanned all the "circus" members present.

hum! !

During the strange fluctuations, I saw the seven or eight men and women in costumes trembled as if struck by lightning, bleeding from their seven orifices. The short knives in their hands fell to the ground with a clatter, and then they fell down clutching their left chests tightly.

"One glance confuses the mind... Eight [Sequence 9] transcendents died at the same time. This is the power of the sequence in the [Stars faction]. No wonder you can confuse Countess Bradley."

The man in the tuxedo narrowed his eyes and commented calmly.

It seemed that those who died just now were not his subordinates, but a group of strangers.

"Sir Oil Paint, you and the Asylum will join forces to deal with me, and there will be no good results."

"Thank you, Captain, for your concern. Compared with my own safety, I care more about whether I can draw you well."

Beckman kept smiling, raised his brush and continued to compose the picture.

The man in the tuxedo lowered his head and glanced at his palm. He found that his spirituality was slowly passing away, faintly drifting towards Beckman's painting.

"You want to steal my power... ridiculous!"

A cold light flashed in his eyes.

The shadows on the soles of his feet covered his whole body from bottom to top, and immediately led him away like ink.

In the next second, he appeared from the shadow behind Beckman, with five fingers together, piercing the back of Beckman's heart.

"Quiet."

Roderick stretched out five fingers, and the black light flickered.

The movements of the man in the tuxedo froze for a moment.

Bang bang bang bang...! !

The investigators at the scene raised their flintlock guns and focused fire on him.

There were several muffled puffs, and the lead bullet hit his body, but pierced into the shadows. The man in the tuxedo snorted coldly, and slipped back into the shadows again.

In the field of vision of everyone present, he was lost.

"Sir Youcai, you ruin our plan, even if you escape to the ends of the earth, you will be hunted down to death..."

In the gallery, the voice of the man in the tuxedo echoed.

Roderick frowned slightly, and Mona beside him said softly:

"The head of the 'Circus' is [Conspiracy Faction Sequence 7-Assassin]. He hides in the shadows and comes and goes without a trace. If we want to escape, we have nothing to do..."

Beckman chuckled.

He called out the phantom of the gallery again, a row of oil paintings passed by, and finally stopped at that——

"Hammer" Ferry's portrait "The Unyielding".

"He can't escape."

Good news, beauties, Sanjiang is gone.

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