Survival in the dormitory, I was pulled into the management group

Naturally, others did not understand what the King of Beasts was mumbling.

I thought he was crazy.

Everyone entered the house one by one, then formed a semi-encirclement, ready to surround and kill.

The King of Beasts was still talking to himself.

Fortunately, there are not many words left.

"Now I have woken up from the dream and accepted the reality. The fate is over and can no longer be redeemed."

"I can die, but I have to take a few people with me before I die. You guys will stay here forever!"

The King of Beasts suddenly looked up and looked towards Chen Bei fiercely.

The strange thing under his seat is not ordinary. It is called the "Sacrifice Altar" and can be used to offer sacrifices to an evil god.

Different effects can be obtained depending on the part of the body that is sacrificed.

Moreover, this kind of sacrifice is lost forever and cannot be compensated by other means.

For example, after sacrificing a hand, even if you take regeneration potion, the hand cannot be regenerated.

The King of Beasts obtained this "sacrifice altar" by chance and has never used it because he does not want to lose any part of his body.

But things are different now.

He was forced into a desperate situation and decided to die with his enemy.

The "Dedication Altar" has the most extreme way of sacrifice.

No more sacrificing a part of the body.

But sacrifice the whole thing!

This will lead to unknown risks, and the King of Beasts has no idea what will happen.

The altar was activated, and the palms at the edge wrapped inward, opened their mouths, and tore into the flesh of the Beast King.

This strong man screamed in pain.

Chen Bei watched helplessly as a palm bit through the face of the Beast King, revealing the flesh and bones inside.

boom! boom! boom!

There were loud noises coming from behind.

The stone door that was previously opened closed automatically.

More stone slabs were put down, completely blocking the road in front of the door.

The surrounding walls lit up with dense, twisted runes, which moved across the surface of the walls like living creatures.

Obviously, something is wrong!

Chen Bei was not too surprised.

He had already made some plans before coming.

There must be danger in the Beast King's dormitory.

It's just a matter of degree of danger.

Now it seems a bit weird...

Chen Bei squatted down and assumed a shooting stance, resting his shoulder on the butt of the Dragon Slayer rifle, aiming at the Beast King opposite and pulling the trigger.

But the bullets were blocked by an invisible force.

A large number of warheads exploded everywhere.

Seeing that the physical attack was ineffective, Chen Bei immediately released the Pangui pattern. A huge red python quickly swam to the opposite side and opened its mouth to spit out red light to attack.

But it still couldn't prevent what happened next.

The attacks of all players were blocked.

Once this sacrifice begins, it will not be disturbed by external forces.

A chilling evil spirit descended upon the room.

The game itself was already quite chilling, but the chill brought by this evil aura was even greater.

Even Chen Bei's hands were shaking!

"What's happening here?"

"Oh no, I shouldn't have come in..."

"I have an ominous feeling."

"Don't be such a pessimist at a time like this! You're not an NPC in a horror movie!"

Some players in the group lost their composure.

A temporary team can only play in a favorable situation. If something goes wrong, you will get confused.

The altar of devotion opposite was eaten quickly.

Those people ate the Beast King completely, even eating most of his equipment.

The portrait of the beautiful woman that was originally held in his hand fell to the ground, and the smiling face was stained red with blood.

Those hands were still not satisfied and even picked up the flesh and blood that fell on the altar and ate it, without wasting anything.

The players stared at each other in amazement and could only wait and see what would happen.

After a brief but suffocating stalemate.

The altar of devotion underwent further changes.

Those palms looked like they had stomach upsets. They first squirmed and twisted, then opened their big mouths and started vomiting towards the altar.

The vomit was like jelly mixed with blood and flesh, sticking together, the surface wriggling violently, and beginning to form a new shape.

It even feels a bit like a 3D printer, forcibly creating a new life.

Bluebeard was resurrected using unorthodox methods.

This time it's even more weird.

A monster quickly took shape on the altar.

This monster is still human-shaped overall, and is taller than normal humans.

The bloody, jelly-like substance that makes up the body is somewhat transparent, making it look even more disgusting.

It reeked of blood and its surface was uneven, like it was covered with grapes.

There were no facial features on the head, but it emitted a demonic voice.

"Poetry."

"Poetry."

"Poetry."

Just these two words over and over again.

The sacrificial altar unfolded, and the monster swayed down while muttering.

Perhaps it was not used to this new body, and it stumbled and almost fell when it came down.

The softened feet were sticky, leaving slime wherever they stepped.

I don’t know if the consciousness inside the monster is still the King of Beasts himself.

Through the investigation of the Eye of Truth, even the name of the monster could not be seen. The text seen was changing, like a row of garbled codes.

Chen Bei raised his gun and shot again, aiming at the head with the first shot.

boom!

-560!

A damage number pops up.

But the one who was injured was not the monster, but Chen Bei himself!

Chen Bei felt a sharp pain and his health points dropped a lot. He was so scared that he quickly released the trigger.

Other players also took the initiative to attack, causing screams.

Those screaming are all the players themselves!

No matter who it is, as long as they attack the monster, they will be injured.

The part where you are injured is the same part where the monster is injured.

Looking at the monster itself, its body was partially battered, and then the wounds began to wriggle and fill with a jelly-like substance.

"There's a problem! Everyone, don't attack blindly!"

"Why did I get hurt when I hit it?"

"I nearly beat myself to death!"

The players were talking at once, and no one dared to attack.

"Poetry."

"Poetry."

The monster was still reciting these two words as it gradually adapted to its new body. Its movement speed increased, and it suddenly raised its deformed arm and smashed it hard forward.

boom!

There was a loud bang, and conduction damage was caused to the ground. Any player with both feet on the ground would be injured.

The players dared not attack it, but it had no scruples and attacked at will.

The monster continued to attack, swinging its deformed arms, sometimes swinging them around and sometimes smashing them against the ground.

Its body is highly plastic and extensible, and its arms and legs can be swung out.

The players were caught in a tough battle, forced to dodge left and right, looking very embarrassed.

This is definitely not a solution.

Qingyi Bushan used his ability to create vines out of thin air, trying to entangle the monster.

This is a restraining measure that will not cause any harm, and naturally there will be no rebound damage.

Vines tied up the monster, restricting its movements.

But it didn’t last long!

The monster's body softened quickly like jelly, and it flowed out directly from the gaps in the vines, and then condensed into a human form somewhere else!

"Shishi!"

The monster raised its arms towards Qingyi Bushan.