Quick Wear: Let go of the desire to help others and respect the burial of the insane.

Everyone was shocked, and everyone was breathing heavily and rapidly.

What to do? They are really going to die. Can they really avoid the weird boss of god-level?

The loli player used her talent to communicate with the doll, but was discovered by the lord.

The lord raised a strange smile at the corner of his mouth, and with a light pinch of his fingers, the doll carrying the loli's hope was crushed to pieces.

"Your evil god has no control over this place."

In the moment before the doll shattered, a faint but firm light flashed by. That was its last words to the loli player - "Please believe that even in the darkest moments, He is never far away."

At the same time, high school student Chen Xiaomiao clenched her hands into fists and pinched the goddess's two-dimensional peripherals deeply into her palms. The pain made her wake up from her fear.

"No matter where in the world you come from, beautiful God-sister, please come and save your unaffiliated believers. Please!"

As a civil and military official duo, Zhang Yi and Li Wu both accepted their own deaths calmly.

Li Wu closed his eyes and concentrated, counting quickly with his fingers, and told himself a fortune before he died. His talent told him that crisis can also be an opportunity, not only for players, but also for them.

On the other side, Pu Qianjiao seemed to be in another world.

Every pebble-sized gem inlaid on her wedding dress sparkled with colorful light.

She danced excitedly with the Evil Lord, round and round, and every spin and every step revealed her inner joy and madness.

For her, the fear, terror, pleading and even bloodshed of the people around her are all the nectar that nourishes her inner world and is her favorite chicken soup for the soul.

The more painful the crowd is, the more it highlights her uniqueness!

She is the one who is loved and the most unique one.

It turns out that she doesn't want to be a strategy queen, a strategy superstar, or the so-called savior of mankind. She just wants to give a home to all the weird male protagonists who have been hurt!

Pu Qianjiao laughed out loud, her laughter was crisp and pleasant, and the madness and cruelty in her eyes were not concealed.

"Satisfied, so satisfied!"

This was the power and privilege she had always dreamed of, to be above everyone else and to have control over their life and death...

This feeling was absolutely wonderful! With her SSS-level talent, she deserved to enjoy this kind of life!

At the same time, the headless maid and butler shuttled between the players, mechanically tying more balloons to the guests' seats, foreshadowing the next tragedy to unfold.

Inside the hall, the atmosphere of fear and despair grew thicker, and an absurd and cruel banquet was quietly reaching its climax.

"boom!"

Deafening, earth-shattering thunder suddenly rang out, and the castle gate, along with one-third of the castle, was blown to pieces.

The dust cleared, and a figure slowly walked in. His face was covered by a pure black veil, making it impossible to tell what was real and what was fake.

In her hand, she tightly grasped a strange sword with a human head spine, and she wore an elegant and solemn black dress, like the god of death walking out of the abyss.

"Such a grand event, why haven't I received an invitation? Do you think I'm unworthy of participating in this feast?"

Ning Jun's voice was like an ancient wind chime, ethereal and yet carrying an indescribable depth and ethereality, making every player present feel an unprecedented sense of comfort and tranquility.

The only one who didn't feel comfortable was Chen Xiaomiao.

Her heart was pounding, her eyes were full of stars, and she almost cried out in excitement, "Oh yeah, yeah, the goddess is here to save me! I am so cute, the goddess will definitely come to save me!"

Chen Xiaomiao even wanted to record it live. She wanted to set the goddess' voice as her cell phone ringtone and listen to it every night before going to bed!

As soon as Ning Jun arrived, the headless servants rushed towards the uninvited guest as if driven by power.

"Gifts, gifts! No gifts, no entry! Without gifts, you are a pariah."

Giving gifts, or becoming a part of the love play between the male and female protagonists, is the only rule to enter the party...?

Ning Jun simply smiled. "Is this how you treat guests? These beasts you raise are so inhumane. It seems their owner isn't any good either."

The next second, all the headless servants were engulfed in blue netherworld flames.

Ning Jun walked slowly into the castle hall, and a strong wind accompanied her.

The strong wind carried her power, sweeping the flames in all directions, enveloping the entire banquet hall in a sea of ​​fire.

Ning Jun flicked his finger lightly, and the chairs that tied the players were instantly reduced to ashes.

The players regained their freedom, their faces showing joy of surviving the disaster.

"Wow, the goddess is so beautiful!" Chen Xiaomiao was extremely excited when she saw this scene. She decided to officially become the most loyal fan of the Goddess of the Dead from today on.

The Evil Soul Lord was horrified, his eyes widened with anger, and his voice became shrill with shock.

"Who are you? Why are you able to come in here!" Without his permission, even the most powerful Lord God cannot set foot in!

According to the unspoken rules between gods, kings do not meet kings, and gods do not meet gods. He should not end up so easily.

Ning Jun's lips curled up into a playful smile. "My believers are calling me. As their protector, how can I not answer their call?"

The Evil Soul Lord's face turned pale in an instant, and he stood there in a daze, with Ning Jun's words echoing in his mind.

Believer...? He suddenly realized that he had made a fatal mistake.

The evil gods that no one believes in are almost forgotten. The faith of believers is the source of part of the power of gods, and it is also the bridge between gods and the real world.

Through believers, gods can transcend the limitations of time and space and descend upon their side at any time. Similarly, Pu Qianjiao is half of his believer, so he can also descend upon Pu Qianjiao.

If I had known this earlier, I should have executed the believers first.

The little girl was deeply shocked by this scene, her eyes filled with tears. She went back and asked her family to worship the god of the dead.

But the Evil Soul Lord would never have thought that Ning Jun had not completely gotten rid of his identity as a [Player], and it was he who provoked him by using his authority.

"You...are actually doing this for these disgusting bugs. You're really lowering our status as gods!"

He had completely considered Ning Jun a deity on par with himself. Why would a deity care about the feelings of insects? The blazing fire of her soul couldn't even be extinguished by him. Who the hell was she?!

Although the flames did not burn him directly.

But the high temperature was melting his pale skin, exposing his decaying muscle tissue and emitting a disgusting stench.

When Pu Qianjiao smelled the stench, she immediately broke free from the Evil Spirit Lord's arms.

"Yue, it stinks." She couldn't stop dry heaving, and her pretty face suddenly wrinkled into a ball. The human body is extremely sensitive to the smell of corpses, which comes from a physiological nausea.

How could her man be so stinky?! It's fine that he can't defeat the enemy and is a coward, but his face is fake? Did she sleep with a stitched-up corpse in her arms?

Other players also covered their mouths and noses. They could not stand the stench coming from the body of the Ghast Lord.

The stench seemed to have life, and it became more and more fresh with time, like a pile of stinky socks that had been sealed and pickled for thousands of years. After fermentation by microorganisms, it had been completely pickled with flavor, penetrated into their nostrils, and was eroding their will all the time.

It stinks so bad that it makes you lose your SAN!

Yes, according to legend, the Evil Lord has lived for at least several hundred years. After living for such a long time, it is normal for his insides to rot and deteriorate.

Ning Jun smiled calmly, and said with a hint of joking in his voice, "How about it, do you like the wedding gift I gave you?"

The lord's face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out of it, even though he was ragged and in a dishevel, like a stray dog ​​on the roadside.

But the arrogance and conceit that came from his bones were like the blazing flames around him. His majesty could not be despised or challenged by anyone.

"You deserve to die! You deserve to die!"

His voice was low and powerful, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying deep hatred.

What was his confidence? It was because he was the absolute ruler of this dungeon world, holding 90% of the authority!

"I want you to experience firsthand what true despair is! God's wrath!"

The high temperature burned off the lord's first layer of blood.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Grim Reaper's body began to undergo astonishing changes. His muscles and bones expanded at a visible rate, and every inch of his skin felt as if it had been injected with a laboratory-grown fitness drug. It was incredibly intense.

But this is not the end. The corpses buried deep in the castle were pulled by the power and gathered towards him, becoming part of his body.

In just a few seconds, he had transformed from an elegant and wealthy lord and duke into a chimera monster, possessing the characteristics of many creatures, sewn together and fitted together.

The luxurious clothes were torn and scattered on the ground like waste paper, and in their place was a huge body made of rotten flesh and bone spurs, which emitted a suffocating stench all the time.

"You ignorant youngster, today I will let you see what true power is and what the supreme god is!" The lord's voice echoed in the empty castle, with unquestionable authority and contempt.

【Ding! 】

The system's prompt sounded at the right time, announcing that an unprecedented challenge was about to begin.

【The final boss battle has officially begun! 】

[About to face the final boss——『Undead Lord』]

[Level: Peak Level 8, Demigod]

[Race: Gods Above All]

[Scope: All instances]

[Difficulty Rating: SS-level Purgatory, Invincible!]

[To those players who are still alive, please survive the wrath of the gods. Good luck!]

The Bride of the Dead is a fairly late-stage dungeon. When Pu Qianjiao challenged this dungeon, her talent had already reached the peak of level seven, almost level eight. Most of the players who did not fall behind were also level five or six.

However, due to Ning Jun's actions, the dungeon was opened prematurely. The people with the highest talent levels right now were Little Loli and Zhang Yi. Both were at the peak of Tier 2, not even ants.

"Lao Da, you beat me like this?"

"How can we fight? We might as well ask others how to join the church." Zhang Yi lit a cigarette silently, opened the doctrine booklet, and began to recite the first sentence of the doctrine.

"'You can't have both rice porridge, love, and responsibility'—that's a truly profound statement. Do you think a wealthy woman would give up her responsibilities for rice porridge and love?"

Li Wu: ???

What can I do? I can only believe it, choose to believe it again and again, and belief requires a reason.

The remaining players choose to hide in a safe place to watch the show, but the entire copy space will be used by the Undead Lord, and there is no absolutely safe place.

The place where you stand is either affected by the battle or is being destroyed.

"Um, I think I can teleport everyone to a safer place."

The handsome guy who hadn't spoken yet spoke up.

Faced with a battle that they could not participate in at all and that could easily lead to world-destroying battles, a group of strangers finally let go of their guard against each other and started communicating frankly.

"My talent is 'I am a wind, a wind that sweeps across the heavens and the earth'. I can teleport a group of people to a designated location."

"But I can only take four people at most." He could only escape from the scene with his small group and another player.

"That's perfect," another voice echoed, that of a silent lone wolf player. "My talent is 'Super Double Effect!', which doubles both your positive and negative effects. It's just enough to carry eight people."

"But where can we go?" the uncle was confused.

The little Loli said without hesitation: "Let's go to the church. There is no place safer than the Goddess Church."

God's Village was too far from the castle for them to walk there.

The handsome guy frowned and said, "I need to teleport to the church. I need to consume items that are highly related to the church. Otherwise, our landing location will be off. Do you have any?"

The believer was silent, and her doll was blessed, but unfortunately it was crushed by the Lord of the Evil Spirits.

Chen Xiaomiao thought for a moment, and finally took out the goddess peripheral products that no player was wearing from his pocket, and handed a delicate little iron piece to the handsome boy. "Is this okay?"

The survivors landed in the church together.

The church was no longer as quiet as before, but was now bustling with people suffering.

As the handsome guy landed, he collapsed, foaming at the mouth and looking pale. Carrying eight people was a heavy burden for him. The villagers helped him up and placed him on the bed in the hall.

"Ah, fellow Saviors, you are back."

Saint Ryza seemed to have anticipated the player's return.

Everyone looked out the window of the church. The village had become a ruin, cracks appeared on the ground, fires, tornadoes, and lightning continued one after another. The owner of the copy was trying to cleanse all intelligent life.

Only the church remained motionless.

"Um, Her Highness the Saint, hello, I'm here to ask how to become a formal believer?" Chen Xiaomiao was quite bold and thought it would be better to join the church directly in the end.

Anyway, if the Goddess of the Dead wins, everyone is happy. But whether the Lord of the Dead wins or loses, they will all die.

"To join the cult, you'll need to register your personal information and contact information. Phone, Penguin ID, or WeChat ID are all acceptable. In short, there must be a way to notify you." The little girl said calmly, "These are all instructions from the adults."

"That's all? It's that simple?" Chen Xiaomiao asked doubtfully, "Doesn't it require a blood oath or the loss of a certain ability as a price?"

"? You've watched too much TV, haven't you? Ours is a genuine, old-fashioned, righteous deity. There's no such thing as those twists and turns. Those who offer ridiculous conditions and don't offer you benefits are all evil gods, false gods, and wild gods. It's just a simple joining of a cult. You don't have to believe in it in the future."

"I'm in, I'm in!" Li Wu hurriedly pulled Zhang Yi into the religion, trying to get the protection of the gods. He didn't want to become cannon fodder.

The remaining players all joined the cult and left their names and contact information on a piece of parchment. Zhang Yi was more direct and wrote down his ID number to prevent the gods from blessing the wrong person.

"So now, what are we going to do?"

Lisa said, "Open the first chapter of the doctrine, read the first paragraph, then pray with all your heart and wait for spring to bloom."