“What a carefree bunch of newbies.”

On the hill high above the village, Lonely Ruxue lit a cigarette and looked at the new players having fun, sighing.

Once upon a time, he was also an ambitious new player, but now, he is a qualified meat shield.

At this time, Lonely Ruxue was wearing heavy platinum armor and holding a steam shotgun of an absurdly large caliber. The ground under his feet collapsed with every step he took. It was not an exaggeration to say that he was a human tank.

“But this mission is probably not easy.”

"Bringing so many new players to the front line, they look like cannon fodder anyway."

Then, Lonely Ruxue scratched his head and looked at his panel.

[Main Quest: Kill the Devil! ]

[Demons come from the abyss. They hate everything in the world and wantonly spread chaos and evil, attempting to return the entire universe to chaos.

The first target of these greedy and crazy guys was the newly rising country in the Anzeta Wasteland - the Burning Empire.

For this reason, the "Burning Emperor" Cassius was furious. He launched a call to use all his strength to destroy the demons. And the Fallen Starmen, you will come to the front line and become the empire's first line of defense against the demon invasion.

Warriors, kill the demons! ]
Mission objective: Hold your ground and kill the demon

Mission rewards: According to the strength of the demon, players will receive corresponding camp contributions and gold coins.

Note:
Dread Demon = 5 faction contribution, 25 silver nar

Quasai = 20 camp contribution, 1 gold

Babu Demon = 500 Faction Contribution, 20 Kinnar

Vroth = 1500 contribution, 50 gold nar

One Balrog = 125w camp contribution, 20w gold

It is still the standard Imperial style, with all kinds of rewards listed on it and clearly marked with prices.

Seeing this generous reward, Lonely Like Snow's eyes suddenly brightened.

"What the hell? So many?
If I could kill a Balrog, wouldn't I be financially free?"

He was daydreaming in his mind while wiping the rough barrel of the steam shotgun and looking towards the dense forest not far away:
"Whatever, what's wrong with being cannon fodder? As long as I can get contributions and money, it's fine!"

In Leo Village, players are busy everywhere.

However, they are not building fortifications, but looting, or buying for free, which is the greatest pleasure for RPG players!

"It's a box! Open it and take a look!"

"What the hell, a low-quality iron hoe, what use is it?"

"And this, the underwear of the widow at the east end of the village, who would want something like this!"

"In the closet?"

"It's organic pulp and half a loaf of black bread. I give up. Is it worth hiding such a small thing?"

"Let's go check the basement again. I don't believe we won't find anything good!"

"Smash that jar open! I feel like I'm about to ship something!"

"Is this a hidden device? No, it's a pickle!"

In just over ten minutes, the players had turned the entire village upside down. All the cabinets and cellars in the villagers' homes were opened, and they even wanted to lift up the floor to have a look.

It’s a pity that what these villagers have in their homes are just ordinary daily necessities, and even the slightly valuable items have already been taken away by the villagers.

This result disappointed the players.

“Damn it, isn’t it reasonable for a villager to find a demon-killing artifact in his home?
At the very least, a few hundred gold coins will be revealed!"

"I've already said that Erezeghe's main theme is the truth. Think about it, do the villagers in your hometown also keep AK47s in their homes all year round?"

"Humph, I still suspect that the authorities have left some hidden benefits. I'll check it out again!"

"boom!"

The door was kicked open.

A new player in simple cloth, nicknamed [Driving], shouted excitedly, "Open the door, check the room!"

"What the hell?"

He raised his hand and gave the French salute.

The old man was seen holding a cigarette and a shotgun in his hand. His weather-beaten eyes showed a sharp look, as if he would pull the trigger without hesitation in the next moment.

This is old White's home!
No matter it is the Falling Stars, the devil, or anything else, nothing can change this. As long as they dare to break in, we will fight them to the end!

Looking at the black muzzle of the gun, Doufeng stood there like a wooden stake, with cold sweat on his forehead.

This villager is really full of martial virtues!

He kept his hand raised, with a stiff smile on his face: “My fellow countryman, this is really a misunderstanding!
I thought there was no one here so I dared to come in. If I had known you were here,

Old White raised his gun and said, "Go out and tell them that no one is allowed to break into my house!
Otherwise, my bullets don’t have eyes! "

"Ah, then I won't bother you. I'll leave first."

Doufeng laughed, responded repeatedly, and then ran out as if he was running for his life.

"boom."

The door was closed gently.

Old White put down the gun. The hand holding the gun was actually shaking a little, but he did not show any cowardice during the confrontation just now.

Even though he was mentally prepared, the opponent was the legendary "Undead Warrior" after all.

"This so-called Falling Star is just like this."

However, for some reason, more and more people gathered outside the door, and Old White felt a little uneasy, and he could not understand the conversation between these Starfallers at all.

"I heard there's an old man with a gun in here?"

"Maybe it's a hidden NPC? Who's going to contact him again?"

"Could this be a hidden master, the kind of novice village boss who will give me the magic sword if I complete the mission?"

"Oh my god, what you said makes sense. He is the only one in this village, and it is about to be invaded by demons. There must be something fishy going on!"

"What does this mean? This might be a master who can fight the devil alone!"

"Squeak-"

The door was opened cautiously.

Old White immediately clenched the shotgun in his hand and his nerves tensed.

Unexpectedly, a flattering smiling face appeared from the crack of the door: "Old man, do you need any help?"

Old White hesitated for a moment before tentatively saying, "Go get me some firewood?"

"okay!"

The player simply accepted the task and left.

"Go and repair the bridge in the village."

"You go and grind the flour."

"You go cook."

"you go."

As the players left one by one, Old White became more and more skilled in assigning tasks, and he could easily send them away.

In the minds of the players, this is clearly a manifestation of the confidence of a hidden boss.

When Old White left the house and said that he would no longer issue tasks, the players who did not receive any tasks were particularly disappointed, while the players who went to do odd jobs were very proud.

"This is Erezega! Opportunities are rare and will never come back again!"

"Old man, give me another task!"

"I'm crying. I've been waiting in line for a long time!"

"Please, let me do another task."

So these Starfallers are like this? Are they all so "helpful"?
Hearing the players' calls behind him, White sneezed and couldn't help but wonder in his heart.

“I’ve lived for so long, and this is the first time I’ve seen people scrambling to do odd jobs.

What a bunch of weirdos. "

Old White carried a gun and walked on the road leading to the mountains south of the village.

"I hope I can get a deer today, or at least a rabbit."

Old White said so.

At this time every day, he would go hunting in the mountains and forests, and often bring back a lot of prey. Over the past few decades, this has become a habit for him.

Following the familiar path, Old White went deep into the dense forest.

"rustle."

A faint rustling sound appeared.

Old White looked around vigilantly and couldn't help frowning.

"Something is wrong here."

He muttered to himself.

This is the intuition of an old hunter.

White has walked this trail thousands of times. He knows the location of every tree and every stone by heart. It can be said that entering the woods is like returning home.

But today, this woodland felt a little strange to him.

He always felt that the leaves and weeds were covered with a layer of turbid light, and the branches stretched out like dry arms, as if grabbing him.

There were also poisonous snake-like vines entwined around the branches and hanging down, almost touching old White's shoulders several times.

The forest was very quiet, so quiet that it was eerily quiet; not even the chirping of birds could be heard.

"Caw, cackle, cackle" a few terrifyingly large crows flew through the air, making hoarse cries and casting confusing black shadows in the dense forest.

Old White looked up at the crows and always had a strange feeling - they were looking at him.

Those eyes that flickered in the darkness revealed a strange smile, greed and hunger - they were clearly the eyes of someone examining fresh food.

He looked carefully and found sharp, exposed fangs between the bird's beak, with bloodstains on them.

"Damn it, that's not even a crow!"

"This is a monster!"

Old White let out a cry of surprise, his hand holding the shotgun trembling slightly, but he still aimed skillfully in the direction of the flock of crows.

"boom!"

"Ga, ga, ga"

A loud gunshot rang out.

The "crows" flapped their wings, continued to make noisy and shrill calls, and disappeared into the shadows of the dense forest, leaving only a few slowly falling black feathers.

Those feathers fell to the ground and corroded the ground and soil, creating hideous holes on the ground.

"What's going on here?"

Old White's face was pale and sweat soaked his back. He stared nervously at the road he had walked countless times.

This woodland - it was so strange that it frightened him, as if it had come alive.

The vines swayed in the wind, like arms hanging in the air. The overwhelming malice and twisted sense of oppression came from all directions, making old White feel terrified.

"Swish"

The leaves swayed, and a blurry black shadow appeared in the dense forest, which was noticed by the sharp-eyed old White.

"Who?"

Old White turned around suddenly, but found nothing in front of him, only the terrifying dense forest.

He stood there, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it for himself tremblingly.

"call--"

"Calm down, no, don't be nervous."

Suddenly, Old White held his breath and his whole body tensed up.

He subconsciously tightened the spear in his hand, and the sweat oozing from his palms made the surface of the wooden barrel a little sticky.

Because Old White suddenly realized that there was a huge projection on the ground in front of him - it was a pair of ferocious wings spread out.

The experienced old White could tell at a glance that it was not a vulture, not a giant eagle, not any kind of bird that had ever appeared in Anzeta.

In this special period, there is only one possibility - the devil.

"This is."

Old White turned around stiffly, his eyes widened, his mouth opened, and the cigarette fell to the ground.

It was a skinny humanoid creature with large areas of bare skin, some parts of which were covered with black hair, and all four of its limbs had sharp claws.

The dark wings spread out behind him, casting a huge shadow that completely enveloped Old White.

The most chilling thing is its head, which looks like a rotten crow's head, with a twisted smile and cruel light in its dull pupils.

——This is a Vrock.

In the eyes of Old White, the creature in front of him was beyond his imagination. The twisted, irregular body exuded a chaotic aura, and just seeing it made him feel endless malice.

"Evil, devil!"

In extreme fear, old White almost mustered up his last bit of courage and pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

Gunshots rang out and crow feathers fell.

The Flo demon flapped its wings, easily dodged the bullets, and came in front of Old White.

The fang-filled beak slowly opened, the corners of the mouth slightly raised, and a low sound came from the exposed, wrinkled throat.

"Humanity."

It's really pitiful, your resistance is like the wailing of lambs to be slaughtered, fragile and powerless."

Old White collapsed to the ground, crawling backwards with his hands and feet, trying to get away from this terrible existence: "No, no, you monster!"

At this moment, the instinct for survival reaches its peak.

"I, I want to go back."

Old White tried his best to get up from the ground and ran desperately along the familiar road.

“Ga, ga, ga!”

Countless corrupted crows emerged from the dense forest, making noisy cries, and followed White like a black tide.

The vines and branches twisted, blocking White's escape path and leaving scars on his body.

"Jie Jie"

"Escape, run away desperately - and then be killed by me in extreme fear."

A low, hoarse voice echoed through the woodland.

The Vrock was in the sky behind him, flapping its wings like a ghost, allowing the huge projection to always cover humans.

"Haha. Such a vulnerable human. Lord Jezalslak's task is really easy."

The Vrock enjoyed this feeling.

He likes to play this cat-and-mouse game, letting his prey be killed by him in extreme fear, or even scared to death.

Moreover, the escape of these humans could also lead it to find the gathering place of humans, causing a massacre that would tremble the entire empire.

"Let these humans feel fear!"

Vrock thought expectantly.

It knew these humans too well. Facing the invasion of the abyss, they would only tremble like lambs to be slaughtered.

Vrock had even imagined how those humans would be swallowed by him amid screams and wails.

Soon, Old White was covered in wounds and blood. Under the power of chaos, the exposed flesh had even begun to rot.

But at this moment, he finally came to the exit of the dense forest and saw the dawn of hope.

Leo Village is just ahead.

His homeland.

Old White ran a few steps tremblingly, but another corrupted crow came forward, tore off large chunks of flesh from his legs, and even swallowed them with relish.

"Pfft."

He finally couldn't hold on any longer and suddenly fell to his knees.

At this time, old White was almost tortured beyond recognition, with only a belief supporting him.

Let Starfall slay this demon that has corrupted this land and changed the familiar woodlands beyond all recognition.

Old White raised his head and shouted with his last bit of strength: "Evil-devil--"

The Vroth flapped its wings and sneered, "Will it work? They can't escape anymore. Your relatives and friends will be swallowed by the abyss in fear.

Your wife will be torn apart by claws, your children will be crushed by fangs, your friends will be blinded by pecks, and you
Haha, I will let you witness it all with your own eyes."

However, the village did not see the wailing and running around that Vrock had expected.

Hundreds of players came from all directions, armed with muskets that had long been eliminated and dressed in rough cloth.

There was no fear on those faces, but enthusiasm and joy, just like hunters seeing a deer.

"What the hell? There's a big monster!"

"It's Vromo!"

"This thing is worth 1500 contribution points plus 50 gold nars. Whoever kills it will make a killing!"

"Brothers, come on! Make a fortune today!"

"Ah—for the Empire!"

The playful smile on Vromo's face froze for a moment, and then gradually disappeared - things seemed to be different from what he had expected.

How dare these audacious humans treat an abyss demon like this?
They should be afraid!

Thinking of this, the Flo Demon opened his fang-filled beak and uttered a low, hoarse voice: "Ignorant humans, you don't know what you are facing..."

"boom!"

Gunfire rang out.

One player muttered quietly: "This thing speaks so harshly, kill it quickly, it makes me uncomfortable to hear it."

"Indeed, I have no idea how it came out. It's like scratching a blackboard with fingernails."

"Stop talking nonsense and kill it quickly! I want both the contribution and the gold coins!"

Flomo was so angry that he could hardly contain himself: "You guys—"

"Bang! Bang!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

In an instant, dense gunfire rang out, bullets poured down like rain, and hundreds of players were shooting at the Flomo in mid-air.

"Disgusting guy"

Old White laughed sarcastically, then fell to the ground and remained motionless.

The battle between players and demons has just begun. (End of this chapter)