Chapter 75: Hmm, So Much Feeling

It might be to avoid unnecessary program effects when playing cutscene animations.

So before starting, the game automatically scanned each player's location.

Players who haven't sat down are automatically assigned seats, and those in overly remote seats are gathered forward.

The camera hanging in the air is pulled higher and higher, then pivots to focus on the mural on the sanctum's ceiling, gradually zooming in.

This show‑off is way too obvious; could there really be some eccentric art lover in the Production Team?

Ai Ge watches with a sly smile, but suddenly notices a line of text drifting into the upper right of the view.

【I'm copying, what is this thing?】

Hm?

His mind stirs; looking closely, he finally notices an input box hidden in the lower right corner.

Could it be…

He opens the input box, mentally types the four characters "cutscene animation," and confirms sending.

Sure enough, the line of text is wrapped in a white box and floats off the screen the next second.

Awesome, you can still send bullet comments!

In an instant, those playing bad jokes, greeting, curious, and even idle ones who just want to drop profanity flood in.

The whole screen is quickly filled with chaotic text, forcing Ai Ge to turn off the bullet comments.

And the camera slowly zooming toward the mural trembles abruptly at that moment.

The next second, a black shadow thunders into view, bursting out from behind the mural.

So the space behind that piece was empty?

But the players have no time to ponder, as the massive creature already stretches its body, revealing its full form in midair.

Its broad wings are withered and ruined, each bone tip hanging with ice crystals.

The dull scales are corpse‑pale, turning to a gradient of gold at the tips.

Above its head, a blood‑red crown bone gleams as if dripping, accentuating its face with greater majesty and terror.

A steady gaze reveals that it is a demon dragon brimming with the aura of death and danger!

【Whoa, a face‑to‑face kill, right!!!】

【So funny!】

【Am I watching a horror movie?】

【Everyone, please don't use first‑person view, I almost lost it just now!】

【So much feeling】

Ai Ge glances at the bullet comments; the players who were chattering earlier are now filled with a uniform emotion.

Amid low, wailing sounds, the demon dragon flaps its wings, soaring recklessly through the sanctum.

The skeletal wings barely skim, yet a frigid wind like a razor sweeps over the players' heads, making them feel as if seated on needles.

Fortunately, this wild aerial display doesn't last long.

Soon, the demon dragon folds its wings and lands on the frontmost platform.

Its glass‑like, cold, soulless eyes sweep over the players below, and a forced smirk lifts its mouth.

"Interesting, the Pioneers resurrected by the High Priest, are you the meat‑worms?"

At that moment, a blue box silently appears, revealing its name.

【Shade Guard·Bu Long Fei Er De】

In a hoarse chuckle, Bu Long Fei Er De stretches its neck, leaning toward the front‑row players like a child watching ants.

After the bullet comment alert, Ai Ge quickly switches to the so‑called first‑person view.

Then he regrets it, even beginning to regret having snatched that front‑row spot.

Because up close, the demon dragon's face shows every detail—scales, even ice crystals—clearly visible in the flickering candlelight.

He can even feel the unintentional breath exhaled from its snout, a chilling cold that feels like falling into an ice cave.

My god, is this really the level of biological modeling and interactive effect achievable with current human technology?

All of this makes Ai Ge unable to stop doubting whether what he sees is truly real.

Nevertheless, he suppresses his fear, and amid a strange excitement, he widens his eyes, fearing to miss any detail.

But the demon dragon suddenly tightens its expression and sits upright again.

Because another voice sounds from behind them.

"Humans also have their own interesting aspects, Bu Long Fei Er De, do not attempt to question the High Priest's decision."

Clad in heavy armor, six wings sprouting from its back, the figure breaking through the sky is a towering angel.

Its pure white armor bears golden patterns, looking divinely magnificent—if not for the blood staining it with a few crimson shades.

Flapping blood‑soaked wings, this lifeless‑looking being stands on the demon dragon's opposite side.

At the right moment, the name appears.

【Shield of Death·Xi Er Wei Ya】

Now the bullet comments explode again.

【Did I see wrong? Her six wings all look slightly different】

【Indeed, blood still seeps from the armor's seams; could she be a stitching monster?】

【Who knows what's under that armor, yuck, maybe it's all eyes and tentacles!】

【Wu Hu, although… it still sounds quite traditional】

【So much feeling】

"I was just joking with the meat‑worms, how could I dare question the High Priest's decision?"

Bu Long Fei Er De was explaining with his mouth, but his tone showed no retreat.

It swayed its massive dragon head, even carrying a faint threat.

"Actually, it's Gresen; if he doesn't show up now, the High Priest would probably be angry."

"Hehe, how could that be? I actually arrived earlier."

This time the sound actually came from underground!

The players hadn't yet found the exact source when they saw the meticulously trimmed potted plants in the sanctuary suddenly move.

They grew wildly like one poisonous snake after another, intertwining and merging.

In the end, before the curtain, it evolved into a terrifying plant-made entity that resembled a deer but wasn't a deer.

【Soul-Binding Wood·Gresen】

Silver branches, golden leaves, and dotted with countless blooming flowers.

This design and sense of luxury, even if placed in the world's top museums, are museum-level treasures; even outsiders could exclaim its beauty.

But against the backdrop of the other two monsters, all this seemed especially eerie.

The twisted trunks resembled white wax for the dead; the turned leaves looked like paper money burned at Qingming Festival.

Moreover, those flowers were dirty and off-color, clearly silk flowers stained with blood from graves.

【Mom, things got intense, the wreath became a spirit!】

【Isn't this a bit too eerie? I feel cold sweat straight down my back】

【I thought this was a fantasy adventure game, but the opening is so intense】

【Ugh ah ah ah, don't talk about this, there's still a memorial set up downstairs in my building, no way】

【Quite a feeling】

Ai Ge didn't send bullet comments, because he noticed that the three roles would emphasize an existence called the 'High Priest' each time they appeared.

Zombie Magic Dragon, Hateful Angel, Ghostwood Giant Deer…

Then what kind of terrifying existence should this High Priest, who directs everything, be?

His doubt didn't last long, because as Gresen appeared, a figure materialized out of thin air among them.

A white-robed garment with gold trim reached the ground, its face-covering hood embroidered with red patterns.

Although the head and face were hidden in darkness, this fourth being had all limbs and well-proportioned.

If it weren't for the Samsara Staff·JiMiYin slowly appearing, the one standing there would clearly be a living person!

But…

【I'd bet three points that under that robe are all tentacles!】

【No need to guess, with Cthulhu's recent popularity, they'll definitely jump on it】

【Hey hey, I think the Production Team is just reusing the old bottle of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse】

【You see, the magic dragon corresponds to war, the angel to death, the giant deer to famine, and as for this last one… person? It's plague, and also conquest!】

【If you say so, could this robe-wearer possibly be a living person?】

【Tsk, no interest at all】

……

【byd you wilt at the sight of a living person, right!】