I Became the King of Villains In the Game Chapter 101

  Chapter 101 The **** fraud

  Chen Lun was already vigilant based on the divination.

  When he saw the other party waiting for him here, he was basically sure in his heart that the other party didn't want to trade with him at all, but used that extraordinary knowledge as bait to lure him to come, and then intercepted and killed him.

  【Peeping eye】!

  Chen Lun fixed his eyes and stared directly at Molimo who was not far away.

  【The judgment is successful! 】

  【You get the following information—】

   Name: Mollymore

  Identity: President of the Amber City History and Ritual Association, Professor of History at St. John's College for Girls

   Race: Human (eastern part of the continent)

  Template: Elite (base LV20, attribute growth increase)

   Level: 58

   Health: 1200/1200

   Physical Strength: 600/600

   Sanity: 30/30

  Main occupation: [Sequence 9-Tomb Robber LV10 (MAX)] [Sequence 8-Historian LV20 (MAX)] [Sequence 7-Alchemist LV8] (Earth faction)

  Attributes: strength 27, dexterity 31, endurance 55, intelligence 48, faith 34

  Special attributes: Charisma 11, Will 20, Insight 16, Luck 10

  Skills: Earth Affinity LVMAX, Underground Walking LVMAX, Historical Retrospect LVMAX, Borrowing the Past LVMAX, Potions General LV3, Alchemy LV2, —

   Combat power: 204

  【Risk Level: High】

  【Favourability degree: disgust】

  【Evaluation: Beware of this guy's hidden ability, no one knows whose history he has stolen! There is no mouse who does not steal, and there is no alchemist who does not throw bottles! Watch out for his potions too! 】

  “【Sequence 7】… elite template?”

  Chen Lun frowned secretly.

   It's no wonder that he didn't notice the extraordinary fluctuations in him in the port black market before. The opponent was two ranks higher than himself at that time, and had already entered the middle rank stage.

   "However... I seem to have underestimated my strength too much."

   He lowered his eyes.

  I have an advantage that NPCs do not have, that is the panel.

  I can add points, you can't.

   This is the player's advantage, but it is inherited by the NPC.

  At the same time, his own growth rate far exceeds that of the players, which is why he has reached the current situation.

  Even if the opponent has an elite template, the natural growth rate is faster than that of ordinary NPCs, but it is still not as good as yourself. With the accumulation, coupled with future promotions, he will only become stronger and stronger, and finally widen the gap with his peers, comparable to the existence of higher sequences.

   It's starting to show up now.

  My panel attribute has unconsciously surpassed most of the low-sequences, comparable to a Transcendent who has just entered the middle-sequence. In addition to the hole cards in his hand, the outcome of the fight with Molimo will not be known until the actual fight.

   "Is this the extraordinary power of [Fate Faction]...?"

  Mollymer frowned.

   After he was glanced at by Chen Lun just now, he felt a feeling of being seen through.

   This feeling made him extremely uncomfortable.

  Hua Hua—

  The sound of pages turning can be heard.

  I saw an illusory shadow flashing in Molimo's eyes, and finally fixed on an old man in white robe.

   "Die! Spades!"

  Boom!

  Mollymer radiated heat all over his body, and an invisible air current gushed out from under his feet, blowing his clothes and hair upside down.

  I saw his whole body burst through the air with a bang, and came across a wave of air.

   Woo-!

  He swung his fist, and a high-temperature flame burst out from his fist.

  The surrounding air stagnates and is distorted by burning.

  Pong!

  A silver streak struck Morlimer's wrist, deflecting his attack, and his fist brushed past Chen Lun's side.

  The heat wave raised Chen Lun's black hair and curled the ends of it.

   "The power of the sun, this is [Sequence 7-Ascetic Monk]..."

  Chen Lun secretly thought.

  Boom—!

  Mollymer took advantage of the deflection of his body, turned around and raised his legs, his heels falling like a war hammer.

  Chen Lun raised his silver cane, opened it with a bang, and turned into a round shield in an instant.

   Bang!

  Morlimer's heavy kick hit the silver shield, and there was a trembling tail amidst the loud noise.

  The silver shield was retracted, folded into a line, and moved sideways towards Mo Limer's neck at a speed that broke free from the sight of ordinary people.

   At this time!

   Chen Lun, holding the silver sword, suddenly noticed something.

  Spiritual intuition told him that someone was secretly watching!

  Thinking all over, the slash in his hand suddenly slowed down.

"too slow!"

  Mollymore drank violently.

  Wow...

  His figure was illusory, appearing at the position a second ago, avoiding the silver sword by brushing shoulders.

  He raised his hand and punched Chen Lun directly in the abdomen.

  With a muffled bang, Chen Lun vomited blood and retreated violently. Finally, he staggered a few steps and fell to the ground. The silver cane dropped from his hand and fell to the ground with two clangs.

   From the invisible perspective of Molimo, the dark gold scales and black bone armor on Chen Lun's chest and abdomen intertwined and flowed, and finally dissipated slowly.

  step on...step on...

  Morlimer walked slowly, his feet sizzling on the floor, and green smoke came out.

   "It's rare for a [Sequence 8] to last for so long."

   he said indifferently.

   When bending down to pick up Chen Lun's silver cane, a piercing scream came.

  Wow...

  Amidst the sound of the pages being turned, Morlimer's figure was illusory, reappearing at the position a few seconds ago. A black light wave penetrated his original phantom and disappeared at the same time.

  Morlimer turned his head to look, and saw four figures standing aside, looking at him quietly.

   "Black Skull...?"

   "Introduce yourself, Amber City Shelter, Commissioner Roderick."

  The man in black with a high collar was holding a head in his hand, and threw it away casually. He was an old man with white beard and hair.

   "Mr. Knowledge thought he was smart, but he was shot to death when he went out...

   I have to say that [Magic faction]'s transcendent methods are still very clever. Several investigators under me have turned into stones. "

  Morlimer didn't speak, but looked at him coldly.

   I didn't expect that the host of the mysterious association would be the boss of the shelter. All of this was just his arrangement, grasping the information of the members, and waiting for the opportunity to catch them all.

  The civet has already taken off its mask. This short-haired woman is holding a revolver and a limp hammer in the other. The latter's face was pale and his eyes were indifferent. It was obvious that he had been severely injured and lost the power to resist.

  The last person is wearing a dark red cloak, Molimer is most familiar with him—

  Bishop of Red Apple Church in Amber, Newman.

   "I didn't expect that the shelter would join hands with the Red Apple Church, just to get rid of the branch of the 'History and Ritual Association' here?"

  Morlimer asked slowly.

   "You disgusting dead rats, do you need to ask others what you did?"

    Newman grinned.

   "The tomb of the archbishop of our faction church was robbed, Lord Rafa was furious, and he used divine magic to divination that the tomb robber was a member of the "History and Ritual Association" and was hiding in Amber City.

  Molimo, if you hand over the perpetrator, I will not kill you, but let you repent for fifty years in front of the statue of Lady Rose. "

  Mollymer frowned.

  He directly ignored the second half of the other party's words. Although he had heard about it, he didn't know who the perpetrator was.

  Could it be a member of another branch?

  He suddenly thought of someone, but he couldn't be sure.

   "It seems that you have planned it for a long time... The asylum suppresses the extraordinary in the wild, and the United Red Apple Church smoothly removed our "History and Ritual Association". Everyone is happy."

  Mollymore sneered.

   "Stop talking nonsense! Mollymore!"

   Newman growled.

   "Since you choose to shield your accomplices, then I will bring you to Lord Rafa and let him interrogate himself!"

  The next second, the red robe was raised.

   Bishop Newman rushed towards him like a falcon.

   The phantoms in Molimo's eyes began to flip, ready to do something.

  Suddenly a whistle rang in my ears!

   Phew—!

  Mollymer was taken aback for a moment.

  The spades that had been "dead" at his feet suddenly exploded, and the silver cane turned into a sword, slashing across his waist.

  The silver light cut through the clothes and scratched the skin.

  A palm-sized notebook fell from the broken pocket.

  I saw the other party reach out and grab the notebook in his hand.

  All actions are fleeting.

  When Morlimer came back to his senses, Newman's ghost-like five fingers had already inserted into his chest!

   "Ah! Spades!"

  Mollymore screamed and roared loudly.

  (end of this chapter)

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