CHAPTER 287: CHAPTER 224: THE WEREWOLF KILLING GAME MOOD

I didn’t expect that there would be a way to use the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms to turn the ghost dragon from one into eighteen. Xiao Feng had never thought there would be such a method, hearing about it for the first time.

"Then why not use a megaphone to enhance the power of my Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms several times more?" Xiao Feng suggested from this angle.

Rosen’s eyes widened, his face puzzled: "Can you really do that? I never thought of it."

Since Xiao Feng said so, Rosen’s thoughts were instantly opened, and he said, "How about adding high-power speakers so that everyone’s combat power can soar again?"

"High-power speakers? I like this, why does it feel familiar, right, it’s this BGM!"

Xiao Feng seemed to really like the high-power speakers Rosen bought for him online. When the BGM was on fire, his combat power instantly soared again.

Rosen was very sure that he could rely on his current strength to stabilize the chaos in the Capital City and prevent the boundaries from expanding further.

This was also to maintain world peace; otherwise, if the devil ran out from the Underground Palace, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Just when Rosen was gathering the Beggar Gang, preparing to advance towards the depths of the Underground Palace in the Capital City.

A prophet in the Capital City had already dreamed of this war about to break out.

The prophet told the situation to the witch.

The witch laughed heartily and said: "No problem, let them come. Anyway, I’ll intervene then."

The prophet squeezed out a bitter smile and said: "I only hope that when you intervene, you don’t poison your own people. As a retreat, just don’t poison me."

The witch patted the prophet’s shoulder and said, "Don’t worry, I’ll send you away first... to a safe place. I definitely won’t poison you first."

Upon hearing this, the prophet shivered all over.

This message was conveyed to everyone by the prophet.

The common people grumbled and said: "Okay, okay, after all, those who suffer in the end are the ordinary folks."

The prophet calmed everyone’s emotions and said: "Don’t worry, even if casualties occur in the end, the witch can use her medicine to heal them."

"Pah, pah, pah, the worst fear is the witch being a pig teammate, just don’t poison me," the common folk grumbled.

At this time, a hunter ran over carrying his hunting rifle and shouted: "Has anyone seen the werewolf? I’ve been looking for him for days, where is he hiding?"

The prophet then told the hunter the language of war.

"What? I didn’t expect that besides the werewolf plaguing our Capital City, a great disaster is also about to arrive!" The hunter was shocked.

His strength could only kill a werewolf alone, but he had no resistance against large forces.

"Don’t be afraid, we, the Royal Knight Order, will provide protection for everyone." A knight clad in bright blue armor walked over from afar, saying valiantly.

"Sir knight, we only hope you protect civilians and don’t always choose self-preservation."

Although common people make up the largest number, they are also the easiest to be slain at night, either by werewolves or by pig teammate witches. As for knights, they seem fine every night, only knowing to choose self-preservation.

The hunter, as a rash fellow, still couldn’t determine where the werewolf was hiding among the civilians.

Anyway, since their birth, they’ve been playing this hunting game repeatedly, tirelessly, as if their life’s meaning lies within.

"Prophet, when will the future you foresaw happen?" the knight asked seriously: "Perhaps I can deploy troops for defense."

The hunter sneered and said: "A knight’s protection can only guard one target a night. I bet our knight again chooses self-preservation."

Amid the crowd’s laughter, the prophet said bitterly: "I foresaw the future war would be three minutes later, but it’s already five minutes past. People should have arrived."

"What, five minutes have passed? Then shouldn’t the war you foresaw have appeared two minutes ago?" Everyone was shocked.

But just then, someone noticed quite a few unfamiliar faces in the crowd.

"Wait, our numbers increased!"

"Yes, they did. Let’s count and see how many more people there are?"

"1, 2, 3..."

After counting, it turned out there were thirty-something more individuals present.

How did so many people appear?

"Our Capital City has a seal and barrier, yet why did people still break in?"

"No idea, could it be the legendary wall-crossing secret technique?!"

"Wall-crossing?"

"Yes, it’s about using world loopholes to achieve wall-crossing."

Just as the locals were discussing, Rosen turned to the person beside him: "So strange. We’ve been observing for two minutes, and the scenes inside the Capital City are completely different from what we imagined."

"Yeah, completely different. Did we arrive at the wrong set, how is it a werewolf game?"

Logically, the instance they entered should be the high-risk Capital City instance, filled with elite demon troops from the Royal Family, but what they’re seeing is this motley crew with combat abilities comparable to cannon fodder.

It’s quite baffling.

"I’ve got it!" Suddenly, Xiao Feng realized: "Is there a chance that we overdid it while crossing walls, went straight through, and ended up in another instance?"

"There’s that possibility, but I’d rather think we entered a small instance within the Capital City instance," Rosen said.