Boom!!
The colorful flames burned fiercely.
This base had no defenses at all and was engulfed by the flames, followed by a smell of charred flesh wafting through the air…
It seemed like there were heavy casualties inside.
"Wait? What's going on here?"
"This doesn't feel right!"
...
The players rushed into the base, only to find that all the members of the Blood Cult had been wiped out by that lucky guy who had previously taken over 30 heads in one go!
From the looks of it, it seemed they were preparing to relocate; just as they had shut down the protective array, they were hit by a skill. Caught off guard, not a single one managed to escape.
???
Everyone wore expressions of disbelief.
Wait a minute, how is this fair? Why is all the luck concentrated on one person?
Sterl's main body could easily sense the envy radiating from those around him.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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