Chapter 118

Their eyes met, and there was no awkwardness whatsoever; on the contrary, it was filled with murderous intent.

Pan Zi saw the Tengu player rush in, and before he could even identify him properly, Yuki drew his sword and attacked, using all his strength right from the start.

Hey, hey, hey, aren't you even going to try and find out what's going on?

Too decisive, too ruthless; the killing intent stimulated his nerves, causing him to instinctively take out a small round shield and place it in front of his chest.

Chaos Item. Activate.

Yuki looks like a berserker. Summoners usually don't fare well when they get close to him. Pan Zi is no stranger to skirmishes. Focus on defense first, then think about counterattacks.

The shield formed a white protective barrier, shining brightly like a powerful light bulb.

Peeking out, I saw that the red energy had formed a sword aura that shot out in a crescent shape.

Energy release?

The shield's power was increased again, preparing to withstand the blow head-on, but the energy seemed to have a life of its own, and was controlled to change direction.

Swish--

Before the Belgian Malinois, whose forelimbs had expanded but hadn't received an attack command, could react, a dog's head flew into the air, instantly widening the eyes of the man beside it.

He dared to kill my dog!

I initially thought he was a powerful swordsman, but when he silently crept up to me, he seemed like a ruthless assassin.

Pan Zi was wondering if this was the hidden player his teammates had been searching for, but when the dog head flew up, he immediately knew the answer.

He's not a swordsman, not an assassin; he's just an extremely calm and calculating old fox who wanted to kill Mach Dog from the very beginning.

The latter pounced on Yuki, memorizing his true scent. When the players gathered again, they could recognize him by simply closing the door and unleashing the dogs.

But now is not the time to complain. This old fox is really good; he caught me completely off guard.

Yuki killing the dog, Yuki immediately shifted his target, glancing only at the shredded styrofoam box out of the corner of his eye.

Ribs and limbs flew out, making his throat tighten. Was this some kind of modern logistics?

You aided and abetted evil; you must die.

His killing intent deepened, and Yuki caught up in a few strides, wielding his sword with both hands and bringing it down heavily.

Clang--

A dazzling burst of sparks exploded on the protective shield, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the ground. The strike was heavy, and the opponent's reaction made it clear to him.

Specialized players, like my classmate, can only use Chaos Item to compensate for their weaknesses.

This guy isn't a pure combat type; he's better at scouting, reconnaissance, and support. In other words:

Once we get close, you're no match for me.

The horizontal slashes and vertical cuts were all imbued with soul energy, incredibly heavy, causing the protective shield to shake violently.

Even if it's an Arcane Grade- level (Level 5) item, Yuki doesn't believe it can hold out indefinitely; he can sense the opponent's anxiety.

A Barbarian with at least four dungeon runs under his belt, and all combat abilities maxed out!

Pan Zi understood. He kept retreating, launching continuous attacks, but he couldn't release the ferocious hounds from his storage space at all, and the durability of his round shield was decreasing rapidly.

In the end, I was just too arrogant; I never expected to be tracked down right in front of me.

Then let's be more serious.

Trait: Soul Hound.

Invisible souls were released from the body, forming more than a dozen ghostly dogs invisible to the naked eye, which silently passed through the protective barrier.

They are purely spiritual entities, immune to all physical attacks; even the sharpest blade cannot penetrate their skin.

Bite him to death!

The Soul Hound became even more ferocious, its attack having killed countless players, but the blade light in front of it suddenly paused, changing from heavy to gentle.

I knew you'd pull this trick.

With a slanted backhand slash, he accurately severed a dog's head, then slightly withdrew his hand to avoid the ensuing bite.

This bastard can see spirits...

Pan Zi felt a chill run down his spine. This was his nemesis. What was the point of fighting? All the wealth he had painstakingly accumulated would be wiped out in a few strokes.

We're out of here. Luckily, I had a backup plan.

He immediately stepped back, and in that instant, Yuki understood.

Trying to run away? Not so easy.

He was practically dying of laughter. This summoner was powerful, but his skills were precisely what he could counter.

An invisible Soul Hound? Immune to physical attacks?

What a coincidence, I happen to be Demon Possession.

Its eyes are specifically designed for the soul world; its energy doesn't resemble a physical attack at all. Yuki is curious to see how many dog heads he can chop off.

Skill countered, and technique was incomparable. Blade marks bloomed all over his body, making the protective shield dimmer and dimmer. Pan Zi did not retaliate, but retreated while enduring the slashes, letting the Soul Hound frantically tear at the wall.

If an ordinary person were to watch from the sidelines, they would witness a bizarre scene:

The wall automatically broke open, and the man retreated through it. The swordsman followed closely, relentlessly slashing at the defenseless man, as if attacking a target.

'He's quitting? He wants to rejoin his teammates?'

The 'light bulb' in front of him had dimmed considerably; the target hadn't been stabbed, yet the blood seeping from his body had already stained his cloak red.

Just like the senior's Singer's White Veil, defensive items are not unlimited, not to mention they have side effects.

'He can't hold out for long; he definitely has other tricks up his sleeve.'

Yuki, having confirmed his thoughts, continued to suppress his rage while subtly shifting his gaze away.

Ceiling, walls, hallway...

The Demon Eye can see things beyond the Hawkeye, and suddenly freezes when it looks down.

There's another layer?

There was a dark shadow underground, though the area was relatively small, like a warehouse, which he had deliberately moved there.

Boom!

The floor shattered from bottom to top, and an octopus tentacle suddenly emerged. This thing was thick, dark white, and covered with sucker-like palms. Without saying a word, it reached upwards to grab.

Yuki had prepared in advance, jumping up as the floor shattered, stabbing his knife into the wall, and suspending himself in mid-air. But Pan Zi wasn't so lucky; another tentacle blocked the light from the 'light bulb' and dragged him directly into the ground.

"You want to die together with me?"

Upon Yuki quickly put away his Demon Eye, thinking to himself that the veteran player was indeed cunning. Not only had he misled people before, but he had also prepared a trap in advance.

This thing was definitely discovered a long time ago, and they deliberately lured him this way.

The monsters in this instance will attack targets indiscriminately in all directions; no wonder there's no one in this factory.

Yuki glanced into the dark cave entrance, unable to ascertain Pan Zi's condition, but it was impossible to pursue him now.

The hole resembled the mouth of a vase, from which thick roots grew. Before he could examine it closely, the dark shadow loomed larger in his eyes.

Bang!

A tentacle slammed down, shattering the thick wall, but Yuki landed on the ground before the attack arrived. Without a second thought, she immediately left through the hole bitten out by the Soul Hound.

Bang, bang, bang.

The tentacles bit down hard on his back, powerful and fast, forcing Yuki to retreat two warehouses in succession, watching as white foam boxes were knocked away and various human remains were scattered on the ground.

Two warehouses, a hundred meters away, just as Yuki was preparing to concentrate his forces to counterattack, the tentacles suddenly stopped.

Will you let me go?

Yuki was initially puzzled, but when he saw the tentacle taut and trembling slightly, he immediately understood.

It's beyond its attack range. Is this thing, located in the middle of the building, immovable?

Relieved, he focused his attention again and observed carefully, finding that this thing really didn't resemble the slippery tentacles of an octopus.

Like gnarled roots, except they were headless human torsos, some facing upwards, some with their backs to the viewer, linked together like the Human Centipede that Yuki had seen in the Demon Hospital.

No wonder it's white; it's clearly the color of skin. The torso is covered with arms and thighs, some parts of which are dark red with cut marks, and blood is dripping from the cuts.

Yuki glanced at the boxes scattered on the ground, his eyes twitching violently.

He now knew where the town's food came from; it was the legendary self-sufficiency, just like chives in the field—they grow back after being cut.

The monster regenerates infinitely and cannot be approached; there's absolutely no need to fight it.

Opening the Demon Eye will attract the gaze of the evil god, and without the Demon Eye, even if he works himself to death, he still can't finish cutting it down. Besides, this is the church's 'assets,' and if it drags on too long, it might attract an encirclement.

Yuki calmly weighed the pros and cons; battles are about rewards, and he wasn't a true berserker.

Just as he was about to call it a day, another tentacle lashed out from afar. This one was slightly thinner, and even stretched to its Limit, it still couldn't touch Yuki.

Um?

Yuki was puzzled. If they couldn't hit him, was this considered a farewell?

He soon had his answer.

A person stood on the tentacle, about two meters tall, his face obscured, wearing a long purple robe, with an indescribable golden badge pinned to his chest.

I recognized Yuki from the plaza; wasn't he the priest from the ceremony?

Swish--

A strong forearm emerged from deep beneath the cloak, gripping a long, serrated knife, the serrations still interspersed with bits of flesh.

Needless to say, the visitor has already made their stance clear.

Yuki wasn't afraid. His gaze darted back and forth between the serrated edges and the wounds on his tentacles, and he took a deep breath.

A butcher?

The flesh was growing on the monster's body, but to remove it, they needed the help of others. Yuki watched as the purple-robed priest jumped down from the tentacle and walked towards him in silence. This was the first church member he had faced directly.

Very well, we'll have to meet sooner or later. A one-on-one fight is better than me getting ganged up on in church.

Yuki lowered his sword, his fighting spirit palpable, but then took a step back.

Come on, chase me.

Chapter Thirteen: A Fleeting Strike!

The skin trembled slightly, conveying a strong sense of pressure.

Yuki immediately retreated. He wasn't stupid; only someone with a lot of free time would go up and fight two people at once.

If the other party doesn't chase me, I can just run away; after all, I've already accomplished my mission for the first night.

The priest clearly wasn't going to let him off the hook. He quickened his pace, passed through the hole, and entered the next room. Once inside, he looked around.

Yuki was gone, hidden inside the mountain of white styrofoam boxes. In the dim light, there was no sign of him, nor could you sense any presence.

They escaped so quickly?

The priest tilted his head slightly, carrying his serrated knife as he walked through the warehouse, slowing down as his cloudy eyes scanned the surroundings, revealing a completely different scene.

Everything was gray and gloomy, except for the severed corpse of the Malinois, which maintained a sliver of light, as if only living beings were of no concern to him.

Clatter.

After walking a few meters, his leather boots stopped, and his tall, javelin-like body suddenly sank, taking a quick step to the side, as fast as lightning.

Swish--

The serrated blade extended, leaving a jet-black gash in the air, instantly severing a row of styrofoam boxes in two, while Yuki leaped into the air.

Does it have skills similar to the Demon Eye?

Yuki wasn't surprised; the Conceal Presence provided by the character's costume wasn't very sophisticated, and she had long been prepared to be seen through.

Using his core strength, he adjusted his posture in mid-air, placing his feet on the wall, preparing to launch himself forward.

Bang!!

A gunshot rang out, and the priest pulled a short-barreled shotgun from under his robe, raised his hand and fired; the Heat bullet was clearly not an ordinary bullet.