298 Devil King of Fury (1/2)
There was a human in the Winterfell Dungeon Lord Main Hall. It was like a Devil appearing in a Surface Chapel.
The human had a weathered face, and he was wearing a normal set of white clothing. If he was thrown in with the gray stone statues, it would be impossible to figure him out.
Even the gamers knew that he wasn't simple.
”I thought Andrew would be a BOSS, but he's now part of the backdrop of a scene.”
”That's hilarious. The game officials are so mean to Andrew. He has a tough character, yet he can't be a BOSS in the Instance Dungeon.”
”No, a statue can also be part of an Instance Dungeon.”
”The game officials must hate Andrew a lot.”
”If we complete the Instance Dungeon, will Andrew be saved?”
”Definitely. We are the heroes that are here to defeat the evil characters and save Winterfell.”
”Yes, we depend on them to compliment us as heroes. If the NPCs in Winterfell are all dead, who's going to compliment us?”
”Are you fools? Just replacing all of the dead NPCs will do.”
”That sounds logical.”
It was a grave situation, but the gamers behind Sherlock weren't in the mood. They were chattering non-stop in front of the human.
The human looked more and more annoyed.
”Is that an insult, Sherlock?”
The human stood up and walked towards Sherlock as he asked, ”Are your green-skinned creatures here to humiliate me?”
The gamers were dumbstruck. They reminded each other to keep quiet.
”Shh, stop talking, be immersive.”
”That's awesome. Is the Plot created in real-time based on NPC interactivity?”
Sherlock exerted his dominance so that the gamers were unable to speak. Then, he looked casually at the human and said, ”Green-skinned creatures? They look green, but they aren't normal creatures. They are the Underworld's bravest warriors and the citizens of Eternal Kingdom. They will stop you, Samael. Whatever schemes you have, they will stop you.”
”When did you discover me?” The human didn't appear shocked, and he said, ”Seeing your reaction, you must have taken Michelangelo's relic. Where is it?”
”Who knows? Do you want to try capturing and interrogating me? Perhaps I will tell.” Sherlock smiled.
A huge rock smashed into the side of Sherlock and cracked as though it hit a wall. The flying rock fragments fell to the ground like a mist.
Sherlock smiled as he stood, unmoving, at his location, a transparent shield flashing by him.
Samael tilted his head. Behind him, Orcs, Werewolves, and even Vampires with strange pupils walked out from the sinister Dungeon Lord Main Hall and the streets.
Their distorted faces were flattened as though they were walking serpents.
”Kill all of them.”
Hissing sounds came from Samael's mouth.
Those strange creatures came from all directions and charged at Sherlock and the gamers.