Chapter 336 Game End

In the midst of endless doubts, Sale slowly turned his gaze to his two colleagues, Neo and Rothschild.

"I say, the werewolf is not one of you, right? Hurry up and admit it yourself, don't force me to do it."

"How are you going to do it?" Someone was watching the fun and didn't mind making trouble. Sale immediately glared at the other person fiercely, "We three don't need you to take care of our business."

"You three are the Order Association, right? The Order Association is great? In the end, you all died one after another like cutting squash."

"You talk so much, did no one talk to you when you were alive?"

Gignatius once again demonstrated to the people outside the mirror what schizophrenia is. After making an expression that was inconsistent with his age and arguing with himself, he directly "banged" a punch and broke the mirror for the second time.

This time the power was even greater than the last time. Hephisgetu's expression in the distance changed slightly. Obviously, it was not easy for this clone to maintain the integrity of the mirror.

But he pretended that it was not difficult at all. Who could imagine that the clones sometimes care about things like self-esteem and image.

A few seconds later, the mirror was repaired. The soul in the mirror was obviously frightened, shivering and trembling.

Sale did not forget his purpose: "Neo, Rothschild, I'll ask you one last time, you are not werewolves, right? Dare to lie to me, you are finished!"

Neo: "No!"

Rothschild: "Yes."

Suddenly, everyone's eyes were focused on Rothschild.

And the seemingly honest man gritted his teeth: "I really don't want you to get into trouble. It's me, I am the werewolf!"

"You..."Sale looked at this colleague seriously for the first time, and everyone celebrated the werewolf's self-exposure.

But at this time, a voice interrupted at an inopportune time.

Hefeisgetu didn't know when he appeared outside the mirror, getting closer and closer to the mirror.

"For my own perception, I have to explain that the words of these two people are one true and one false."

"That's enough!"Sale cursed inwardly. He was too lazy to use his brain. This experience could drain his brain cells accumulated for half a year.

Neo and Rothschild were speechless. They didn't dare to face Sale's murderous gaze.

If the words of these two people were one true and one false, Neo was "true" and Rothschild was "false", and neither of them was a werewolf.

If Neo was "false", then he was a werewolf and Rothschild was not a werewolf.

What's the difference between this and not saying anything.

The hearts of the people became more and more impatient. Once they knew that they were about to die and could use the death of strangers to offset their own death, most of them would find a way to "kill" others.

Some people began to appeal to their emotions, saying how difficult their families were, that there were elderly people and children at home, and even a sled dog to take care of.

Some people suggested killing Rothschild directly. Anyway, whether his words were true or false would only take a while to distinguish.

"You have to think about it, the next round..."

Riya was about to say something, when suddenly, there was a violent vibration on the black sea that replaced the sky. He looked up and his pupils shrank into needles.

A creature that blocked half of the black sea in sight revealed half of its broken body, and with its appearance, black and red blood began to rain here.

Little Shival appeared immediately and drove the investigators to the bottom of the building to take shelter from the rain. It ran to the side of Hephisgetu in anger, staring with wide eyes and suddenly stretched out its tentacles to point at him.

"Gu!!!?"

Hephisgetu: "You have to believe me, little pet, I never do such things."

"Am I that kind of person?"

It would be better if he didn't speak. Once he spoke, Little Shival wanted to use this head as a spiral.

At this time, Hephisgetu no longer dealt with it, but raised his head and looked at the huge body like Leah.

The more he looked at this thing, the more familiar it looked.

"Dagon, Dagon..."

Ermigana saw that half of the body and felt like he was hit hard.

"Dagon!!!"

It wanted to rush forward, but Hephisgetu stopped it.

"It's useless for you to rush up now, not to mention that you can't fly."

"But it..."

"Don't worry, it's not dead yet, but it seems that it won't live long, right?"

"You!"

Ermigana gritted her teeth. Hephaestugtu was right. It couldn't get to the other end of the Black Sea by itself, and Dagon's accident meant that Hydra's current power had exceeded the imagination of all deep divers.

Maybe it was hiding its power before.

"I'm going to save Dagon."

Ermigana looked around and decided to find a way by herself, but for it, it was too difficult for it to reach the upper reaches of the Black Sea.

So the next second, Little Swar swallowed it and spread its wings directly to the top.

The battlefield in the Black Sea was extremely fierce, the sea was turbulent, the buildings collapsed, and all the deep divers jumped into the water to the abyss. The number and scale were so large that even formed a whirlpool on the sea.

Dagon is still alive, but the pain he is experiencing is beyond words. The gray mud is attached to his body, and the creatures in it are like maggots tearing his flesh and blood, crawling around in his flesh and blood.

There is a natural phenomenon called "whale fall". According to legend, when a giant whale dies, its body will fall into the deep sea, nourishing all things with its flesh and blood.

And Dagon's current situation is just like a whale fall, except that his flesh and blood are all from those intelligent lives that have become extraordinary creatures.

Riya slowly lowered her head: "As expected, we are powerless in the face of natural disasters. Even Dagon can't stop Hydra. Maybe the abyss will revive soon, and we will all become his sacrifices."

"This situation is so critical, why don't we run away quickly and still play games here!?" Someone shouted in the mirror.

"The more at this time, the more we must continue to maintain an optimistic attitude. The game is not over yet.

Do you have any way to end this now?

No, no one can save you, and no one can save me, so before I die, of course I have to use your life to entertain myself."

Riya saw some of her own reflections on the glass. This werewolf seemed to have no emotions, indifferent and selfish, but it seemed that it would suddenly rush to the side like a mad dog at any time and bite the throat of everything.

"The game is still going on."

Under the wreckage of the Black Sea, in the city of blood rain, the werewolf turned around the mirror like an elegant dancer, and the rain dripped on its hair and slid down its hair.

"It's getting dark, please close the door..."

"Wait!"

Sale suddenly said, "I'm not in the mood to play with you anymore. If I point out who the werewolf is now, will I be declared the winner?"