I've Become the King of Villains in the Game-Chapter 303 - 217: The Power of the Portrait (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)_2

Chapter 303: Chapter 217: The Power of the Portrait (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)_2

Gurgle, gurgle…!

[Beef Power Potion]!

It allows one to transform into a Minotaur, increasing Attributes and greatly enhancing healing effects for a short period of time.

“Hngghhhhh!!”

Jack, while roaring furiously, simultaneously unleashed his power as a [Sequence Nine-Butcher].

In a mere two breaths’ time, his figure soared in height, his muscles swelled, and he transformed into a three-meter-tall Minotaur with two horns on his head and a pair of arms sprouting from his back!

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Not just that, the Forget No Taboo and the five team members cultivated by the Hercules Cult beside him all followed suit, lifting up their potions and drinking them back, each and every one transforming into towering Minotaurs!

“The Hercules Cult demonstrates divine might! Everyone back off!”

The Minotaurs, with eyes blood red, bellowed and shoved aside their comrades blocking the way.

This scene deeply shocked Landon and everyone from the Lost Name Guild.

“What… What the hell are these things?!”

Bang!!

With a punch, Jack smashed a decaying hunting hound into pieces, his four arms moving violently, grabbing the neck of another hound that was about to bite a comrade, casually throwing it and knocking down a group of Lost Name players.

This set off a chorus of exclamations.

“The… The Minotaurs are charging over!”

Several hounds pounced onto Jack, managed to bite him twice, and then he tore them apart, alive. The wounds on Jack’s body healed at a visibly rapid pace, as if he were an undead, unkillable Minotaur monster!

Forget No Taboo and the six towering Minotaurs charged in the opposite direction, turning the decaying hounds into toys crushed by a bulldozer, being thrown around, howling chaotically.

“Hercules Cult invincible! Minotaurs invincible!”

The players from God’s Love Guild cheered.

Those who had joined the group under Jack and Forget No Taboo from the Hercules Cult also shouted and cheered for them.

If it weren’t for the limited number of potions in the hands of the two “leaders,” they could all have turned into Minotaurs and joined the battle.

“Die, you Lost Name brats!”

With his four arms, Jack lifted a player from the Lost Name Guild and, with a ferocious yank, gruesomely performed a “quadruple Minotaur dismemberment.”

The player, overwhelmed by the fear of being torn apart, turned into a white light, and was sure to retain deep psychological scars from the experience after the resurrection.

“Damn! What treasure is this?! It’s too freaking terrifying!”

The players from Lost Name Guild kept retreating, at this instant they forgot the other party was also made up of players, as if they were trapped in a boss fight, their psychological pressure skyrocketed.

Seeing this, Chenxi let out a sigh of relief.

She directed the female players from Chuxi to hide behind the Minotaurs and open fire and then took the opportunity to throw fireballs into enemy-packed areas.

The scene was chaotic.

On the other hand, the main battlefield where Dongyang was.

“Die!”

Dongyang let out a furious shout, punching a heavy-armored Guardian in the chest and producing a thundering clang.

The chest of the heavy-armored Guardian caved in and was slightly reddened by the high temperature of the fist, with blood seeping from gaps in the helmet, and he staggered to the ground.

But in the next second, before he could react, one of his arms was “bitten off” by a Monk’s palm!

“Ah!”

Dongyang leaped backwards to distance himself, clutching his severed limb.

The Monk from the Church coldly watched him, a gaping maw full of sharp teeth revealed in the palm of the lifted hand. In between the lips and teeth, the Monk gnawed at his severed arm, flesh and blood indistinct.

Clang, clang!

The Horseman, wielding a long-handled soup spoon, fought off a Monk for a few moves but was punched away, tumbling to the ground in an unseemly fashion.

He got up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and without time to send a private message in the chat room, he shouted anxiously:

“Deputy Guild Leader! We can’t hold on! All three Monks are Transcendents from Sequence Eight! Our brothers’ firearms are ineffective against those heavy-armored beasts!”

Dongyang, enduring the pain, turned and roared:

“Brothers from Hall of Valor, put on your gloves and use fire! Don’t be afraid of friendly fire!”

Then he quickly sent a message in the chat room:

“—I’ll trade my life with the Monks using bombs!”

The other players were startled.

Has the Deputy Guild Leader been driven to this extent?!

“—Deputy Guild Leader! Don’t forget that we’re on the train, and we also bought the paintings from Jack!”

Kuang Benkuang, seeing Dongyang preparing to blow himself up, immediately posted a reminder.

Dongyang was slightly stunned.

“Yes! How did I forget about that?!”

Boom, boom!!

Countless flames sprayed out from the players’ gloves, with the frontline heavy-armored Guardians taking the brunt, enveloped by the orange flames.

The iron armor, impervious to bullets, couldn’t defend against these flames, and under the scorching heat, that armor became like walking ovens cooking the bodies alive!

“Ah! Ahhhh…!”

The heavy-armored Guardians let out muffled and pitiful howls, their bodies glowing red hot as they fell, their corpses emitting waves of heat and white smoke, giving off the smell of cooked meat, a ghastly sight to behold.

“Hmph! You damned heretics, accept your judgment!”

The three Monks couldn’t stand it any longer and took action.

They were physically astonishing, moving rapidly, leaping straight into the midst of the players.

The next second, the players turned their guns and palms towards them, bullets and flames attacking.

But the Monks waved their hands, and the gaping maws in their palms actually sucked in and devoured all the flames and bullets, making chilling clinking sounds as they chewed.

Immediately afterward, the three Monks rushed into the crowd of players, about to start a massacre.

“Screw it! Go die!”

Dongyang cursed furiously and, in desperation, threw out the ten paintings he had.