Faced with their crazed companion, the players neither tried to stop him nor joined in. Like spectators, they looked down at the people below.
Stranger still, the Player slaughtering ordinary people didn't react when his companions arrived. He seemed unable to tell who was standing in front of him, attacking every living thing he could see without discrimination.
"The East District players really are going to kill us all." The thought flashed through the minds of everyone who witnessed the scene. They had no idea what was happening. All they knew was that after one East District player began slaughtering them, the East District players who arrived later had shown the same tacit approval.
The purge might have been a lie. The people of the East District might never have truly intended to wipe them out. But at that moment, everyone had the same vague understanding: sooner or later, the East District players would do it. If not today, then tomorrow.
But hatred and revenge took time. The stench of death was already breathing down their necks!
Bang! A beam of light shot in from afar and stopped the East District player's descending blade. A masked man appeared in the street, holding up a small, square object toward the East District player. Their Artifacts immediately switched places.
The masked man got the East District player's greatsword, while the latter got the small object.
The East District player reacted a little slowly and even looked down at what he was holding. The next second, the exploding Artifact splattered across his face. He wasn't wearing a Defense Artifact mask, so the irritating slime that burst from the square object came into direct contact with his skin. He immediately clutched his face and screamed, frantically trying to tear the stuff off. He hadn't