The Zerg Queen, who is assigned to me, wants to kill me!

Chapter 245 Hehe???

The reason why neither the leader nor the other players chose to launch the first attack was...

It's just because there's an unwritten rumor, or rather, a piece of experience, within the instance.

It is said that if a player encounters a ghost in the small world that does not actively harm them.

Therefore, you should never rush to attack first, because they may very well be a clue or a source of help.

If the player does not attack, they are very likely to give a direct indication or guide the player to discover clues.

However, if the player attacks first after only one encounter, these monsters are very likely to explode.

What were originally harmless ghosts that merely assisted in the plot have been transformed into monsters with combat power amplified several times over.

This prevents players from fulfilling the mission requirements, thus causing them to fail to complete the game.

Qi Min was pushed to a corner near the door, where a player temporarily tied his hands. He squatted on the ground and watched as the group of players around him began to move.

A player with a slender build crouched down and carefully opened the door, trying to check the situation outside.

But as soon as he poked his head out, his whole body suddenly trembled and then froze.

The vigilant person nearby noticed something was wrong and kicked him, but accidentally opened the door a little. Looking down, he gasped and immediately retreated in panic.

It turned out that there were already many children, older than those inside the room, standing outside the door.

Just as that player was looking at the person peeking out, they bumped right into each other.

The child who was leading the group, around five or six years old, was the same height as the player when he was squatting down.

In a single glance, the child reached out and ripped out the player's heart.

The player who accidentally opens the door at this moment will see a small child who is just up to their thigh.

She was dragging her little hands, stained with blood, clutching a heart that was still pounding, and staring at him with a sinister look on her face, her blood dripping down her cheeks.

hey-hey???

The child tilted his head back and smiled, revealing his pearly white teeth, startling the player who had accidentally opened the door, causing him to back away.

"Ah!!...Ugh..."

The player had just cried out in fright when something came hurtling towards him and grabbed his head.

The next moment, the body, which had disappeared from the neck upwards, fell limply to the ground, blood flowing on the dusty ground and quickly spreading over a small area.

The thing that had been holding his head fell to the ground along with his body.

The players, who turned around because of this sudden situation, realized that it was a child who was only about three or four years old.

At this moment, the child was pressing down on the player's head with one hand, looking up at them with a bloodthirsty smile.

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With the death of the second player, it was as if some bloody switch had been flipped.

The babies who had been motionless in the room suddenly started crying loudly.

Outside the slightly ajar door, children of varying ages, all around one or two years old or older, began to stream in.

Without exception, these children's faces were almost all filled with murderous intent as they pounced on all the players who were stopped at the doorway.

Their actions were swift and ruthless; in the midst of killing, injuring, and seizing, some had cold expressions, some wore expressions of satisfaction, and some were a mixture of excitement and hatred.

Immediately, panicked shouts, chaotic footsteps, the sound of weapons being brandished and gunfire erupted in layers, plunging the scene into a chaotic vortex.

This was interspersed with the piercing cries of babies, as if serving as background music; the sharp sounds had their own unique rhythm.

One player was caught off guard and was quickly climbed onto by two children around three years old, who tacitly identified him as their common target.

The next instant, the player's arm and head were ripped from his body and fell to the ground almost simultaneously.

The player who, like Qi Min, had been used as cannon fodder, was now lying under a baby care bed, silently staring to his right, lifeless.

Of course, not all the players present were weaklings. Those who were able to join the "Menglong Association" team naturally had their own guarantees and skills.

Especially the one in the lead.

To be honest, that person truly deserves to be the team leader among all the players present.

His skills are swift and decisive; whether it's throwing a punch, dodging, or making a precise attack, he rarely misses.

Moreover, judging from his performance so far, he has already used at least six or seven cards.

Not to mention the guns he took out of his backpack and the auxiliary items he pulled out one after another.

Regardless of whether these items were his personal possessions, the sheer quantity and quality of them are enough to demonstrate the strength of their association.

But even with his strength, the infants attacking them were clearly not weak.

Not only are they quite difficult to deal with, but they are also extremely fast, and their bodies are slightly slippery. Judging from the players' movements, it seems that they can't catch them at all!

At this moment, the player in the lead and his teammates were clearly trapped here, forced to retreat several steps into the room by the attacks.

At this point, they were completely stuck here.

Although the baby inside the room has not shown any signs of aggression so far.

But if they continue to stay in the room, then it will only be a matter of time before they die.

Qi Min's position at this moment was also quite ingenious, as all the players were forced to walk into the room by the baby outside the door.

He was stuck in a dead corner where the door had been opened from the inside and he was close to the wall.

So for a moment, neither of the two sides engaged in the battle paid any attention to him.

Although Qi Min felt this was a rare lucky moment for him, he dared not be careless in the slightest.

He immediately pressed himself even closer to the wall, taking out a dagger to cut the rope while trying to completely shrink himself down and minimize his presence, hoping that no one would notice him.

However, his idea was just an idea, and his good fortune was only fleeting.

Just as Qi Min untied the rope, pulled over a device on the left to block himself, and was preparing to find an opportunity to run away...

An infant who missed its target because other players dodged saw Qi Min looking into the arena as it turned its head.

Immediately, a sinister smile appeared on the baby's face, and the baby lunged at Qi Min with both hands and feet.

However, just a second before he got close, a thigh thrown by someone hit him squarely on the head.

The impact caused him to stumble as he was moving forward, and his mind went blank for a moment.

What Qi Min saw was that he was focused on looking outside the arena for an opportunity to escape, when suddenly a splatter of blood flew over and splashed all over his face.

However, this also gave him an opportunity. Just moments before, the babies that had inexplicably appeared outside the door had almost all come in.