I Became the Game's King of Villains
Chapter 203

I became the King of Villains in the game

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The short black felt cloak over Froy's slender shoulders gave off a faint black mist, concealing her figure.

Barton and the eight remaining Servant assassins followed behind her, like an entourage surrounding the Daughter of Death.

"In accordance with Lord Jack's will, the Undead 'Rotten Persimmon' and his accomplices have violated the Sun Codex and the Containment Regulations and have been added to the Circus Kill Order list..."

Froy spoke softly.

She held her hands folded in front of her, her posture elegant.

"The Circus maintains order in Amber City. Lord Jack judges the Undead who act with reckless abandon... You have broken the rules. I, Froy, Lord Jack's nun, have come to send you on your way."

The players' expressions changed drastically.

The boss fight was starting already?!

Boom!!

A thunderous crash rang out.

The ground beneath the players suddenly split open. Dozens of Black-Purple Vines burst from the earth and stabbed toward them!

"Dodge!"

Gan Ziwen shouted a warning.

He leaped backward, drawing his blade and severing two vines as he evaded their attack. After falling to the ground, the severed vines continued writhing and twisting like severed octopus tentacles.

"Aaah!!"

"They're too fast!!"

The players screamed one after another.

Despite Gan Ziwen's warning, most of the hired players were low-level, generally around level seven or eight, and had no time to react.

They were either impaled by the vines, like cured meat skewered on black spears, or strangled by coils of vines, resembling bundles of rice dumplings.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen players turned into white light and vanished one after another. Only a handful remained of the "Rescue Squad" led by Gan Ziwen and Honey-Trap Fool.

"Guild leader! We did our best!!"

Caught in the vines, Doghead Gold hurled a fireball

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