"Whether you believe it or not, but the reality is like this," Wenwen said seriously: "Rocarjede is one of the three people who survived in that battle. After he escaped, he began to take revenge wildly and constantly slaughter adventurers in the new world. This man is simply a pervert. He will never take care of anything when killing people. Even if the enemy reinforcements arrive soon, he will kill the enemy first."

"And what's even more terrifying is that this man has always liked torture and kill. He would torture the victim to death, then dismember the victim into pieces of minced meat, and then take photos to send them to the victim's relatives."

"He would also cut off the most beautiful parts of the female victims and store them, and then sort them into barbecue for consumption. The two guilds searched his place many times, but he ran away every time. In his residence, countless large glass bottles were found in each time, containing countless women's organs. This perverted behavior, but I would feel disgusted when I just said it." Wenwen had a disgusted expression on her face, and as she spoke, she seemed to have almost vomited.

Please, I just let you explain it, don’t be so dedicated, right?

I took out a piece of barbecue and handed it to her: "It's disgusting? Otherwise, eat a piece of meat to squeeze it?"

"Vomit~~~"

"..." I am worthy of being my woman, even if I want to vomit, I am so beautiful

"Okay okay, I won't talk about the topic just now. What do you mean is that this man is actually more powerful than Helgados, and even comparable to the twelve archangels of the Gods Guild or the three heroes of the Gods Guild, but don't you find it strange? What else do he need to ask Old Man Zhuge to divine him when he is standing at the top of the food chain?" I asked a handkerchief to Wenwen who came back from the toilet.

Wenwen gently wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, then tightened her space, thought for a while and said, "I have heard of this, maybe it has something to do with his daughter?"

"His daughter?"

"Yes, it is rumored that the Gods Guild once found an ice coffin in the secret room of his real home. There was a girl's body in the ice coffin. Alongside the ice coffin was piled with a rebirth cross, a demon's contract, the magic of the gods, the resurrection scriptures and other series of resurrection props, but none of them could resurrect the girl. On the ice coffin was engraved with a line of small words, which read, "Death is above, I want to transform into a demon and offer countless living sacrifices to you, just to ask my baby Angel to survive."

As he said that, my classmate holding his hands on his cheeks, and said in confusion: "What a romantic fatherly love."

"Do you think it's very romantic? But I think it's nonsense. This is obviously a pervert with a serious female fetish to make excuses for his crazy life."

Wenwen glared at me fiercely: "You know that you pour cold water on beautiful things. But if that happens, maybe he is asking Lord Zhuge to resurrect his daughter?"

"I don't think it's possible," I touched my chin and said, "Zhuge Laoer had been famous for a long time when I entered the new world. If this was the case, why didn't he ask Zhuge Laoer long ago?"

"You don't know that in the peak battle six years ago, Rocaljede also participated, but he finally escaped from the dungeon. Someone saw with his own eyes that he had almost no breath and was covered with wounds caused by the power of breaking the rules. Such wounds cannot be recovered with anything. Even if you use the rebirth prop, you can only recover slowly by relying on your own strength. So I suspect that he has been repairing his body over the years."

"If... I mean, as you said, the small words on the ice coffin were really carved by Rocaljede, then in this "Death is Coming" film..." I frowned and had a vague premonition.

"Anla" Wenwen smiled comfortingly: "I understand what you want to say, but don't forget that even without Lord Zhuge's consent, Rocaljede can enter the dungeon, and no one can stop him. So I believe that this time he must have come for Lord Zhuge's prize."

"Hope so"

...

If two days pass quickly, time flies, then time flies.

Although Wenwen and I have become more intimate in the past two days, we are still in a stalemate and have not reached the point where you know my strengths and weaknesses and I understand your depth.

On the other hand, although Kahn kept giving us the chance to beat him, we still gave this future boss a very good face. He only beat him six times a day in the morning, noon and evening, just half an hour each time.

Of course, the most important thing is that in these two days, we have basically learned some of each other's abilities and honed some cooperation.

Among the six people, in a weakened state, I have the dark life transformed from my life energy to use as an application of attacks and other original Dark Heart skills; Kahn has more than fifty tons of power and skins that cannot be damaged by ordinary rockets; Wenwen has the power to break the rules; Chen Mo has a set of swordsmanship that can force me to escape in a panic; Lao Niu has more than thirty tons of powerful power and defense that is comparable to Kahn, plus a group injury recovery ability with a priority of 97, and a super blood recovery skill with doubled recovery speed of 20 wounds in one move.

So, it was natural that Kahn and Wenwen became the main attackers of this dungeon, Lao Niu as the main tank deputy nurse, Lian'er nurse, and Chen Mo wandered around to protect Lian'er.

As for me, I was fired from the staff and became a professional shit-scratcher.

It was not until this time that I realized that the suicide squads were called the shit-scratch guild, but they were not a false reputation. According to the old man Sop Hayana who arranged and cooperated for us, no matter what the suicide squad team under any lineup, there must be one or two professional shit-scratch guilds, responsible for wandering around, killing enemy adventurers, disrupting the opponent's lineup, and interrupting the opponent's plan.

But it’s a coincidence that what I like the most is this kind of behavior that harms others and is not good for oneself, so I have no choice but to accept the glorious and arduous profession of a shit stick.

As mentioned earlier, time flies.

Nearly a hundred adventurers were waiting outside a portal outside Tedar City in the blink of an eye.

In the center of the huge door frame with strange relief, blue energy vortex rolled up like a tide, gradually covering the entire door frame like a water film. After a war drum sounded, a mechanical female voice rang in people's ears.

"The copy of "Death is Coming 3" is turned on, the task difficulty is blue, and it can enter 100 people, fixed task mode, the entry time is five minutes, and the countdown begins"

"Everyone" Old Man Zhuge sat in a wheelchair, surrounded by a group of bodyguards, and came out of the crowd and bowed to us: "Thank you very much for your help. This time, whether successful or not, as long as you come back alive, the old man will give you ten thousand gold to express his gratitude. Of course, if someone can achieve the crystallization of the God of Death, then I will never regret what I promise you, please."

As the adventurers around me bowed to express their gratitude, I curled my lips and walked into the portal first...

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