Chapter 130
"Then lend me your gun and use it as bait again. I need you to lure those two players away around noon." Yuki said, still devoid of any emotion, then looked at the Phantom Thief: "As for holding them off, that's up to you."
The boy didn't hesitate and immediately nodded. The two players standing on the church's side were unavoidable, and the difficulty of stalling them was vastly different from that of killing them, so it was acceptable.
"But that's for tomorrow, it's part of the second step. You'll stay in the cemetery tonight. I'll give you some coordinates later to activate the Hidden Domain, but don't act rashly, they'll definitely come to Reconnaissance." Yuki held out his hand, telling him not to rush.
"You want to fight here?" The Phantom Thief immediately understood what he meant.
"Yes, we must attack, but silently."
It was a risky plan, and he wasn't afraid of attracting the entire Yadu Town, but he had the right to do so.
The boy hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded. Anyway, he didn't need to do anything. Yuki went to draw aggro, he would be safer.
Rick looked left and right, sighed, put away the Chainsaw Sword, and offered the Glock pistol, not understanding Yuki wanted this useless weapon.
At least there's a plan, so there's some confidence.
"And what about me?" a cold female voice rang out.
"You stay with me and hold the graveyard. When morning comes, return to town, and after the gathering begins, work with Rick to lure two players away. The Phantom Thief will then come to cover for you."
Only two 'Undercover' can avoid the enthusiastic townspeople after dawn, and once the gathering begins and the town becomes deserted, the players can move freely.
It's a fair arrangement; Black Sword and Pan Zi can make their move around noon.
Yuki, he had a more mysterious and powerful Phantom Thief provide cover for her, and he didn't assign the latter any difficult tasks, just enough to stall them.
Staying means fighting.
Moon Bow hesitated for a moment, then nodded slightly in agreement.
Let's put it this way: since we're all in the same boat, Yuki trusts everyone. If he can stall until noon, he'll have a chance to break the deadlock.
"Then--" Yuki looked around and clapped his hands lightly.
"Action."
The torchlight pierced through the thick fog; the cemetery was actually a small hill, pitch black and nothing could be seen clearly.
Led by two grey-robed priests, dozens of believers entered the mass grave, looking around with expressions of disgust.
There is no divine presence here. According to the intelligence gathered by the Phantom Thief, the cemetery belongs to Godless Age in the past, and the townspeople who have actually died in recent years are thrown into the Garbage Mountain.
People die and aren't buried in graves, but instead dumped in Garbage Mountain? This highly abnormal practice answers one of Yuki's questions:
No wonder Rick was found in the trash; that place, belonging to the same Godless Age, had already been polluted.
But the cemetery remained pristine, so the believers loathed it, and since they needed to search the entire town, they didn't send many people.
Click, click.
Pairs of leather shoes broke the dead branches underfoot. As the slope gradually increased, and due to the lingering fog and extremely low visibility, the crowd slowly dispersed, forming small teams to carefully inspect each tree hole.
This was clearly physical labor, but fortunately, the believers were not afraid of hard work and used all their concentration to search carefully, occasionally muttering complaints under their breath.
"Those despicable outsiders, they can't really be hiding here, can they?"
"It's normal for people without gods to stay in places without gods."
"Then why don't we call everyone over? How long would it take us to find them?"
"Outsiders are cunning. What if they're hiding in town? I'm wondering why they're all being arrested, since not every outsider is blasphemous?"
As they were complaining, footsteps suddenly approached. Several residents turned around and saw that it was the gray-robed priest. They quickly crossed their hands in a salute.
"Father, will you confess for us?"
"It is my honor." The grey-robed priest had a kind, middle-aged face, looking like a gentle old farmer. Instead of coldly uttering phrases like "follow the order," he patiently explained:
"The outsiders have been in Yadu Town for a day and a night, which is enough time for them to learn about God, and the church has given them ample opportunity to make their choice."
Aside from the midday gathering, there was also the factory that Yuki voluntarily entered. The church had almost no presence during that day and night, and the priest's words seemed very honest.
"But they made the wrong choice and mocked the great gods. This cannot be allowed to continue; they must be given a chance to repent."
"Why not just kill him and let him be punished by God?" A young man raised his fist, his face contorted with rage.
"We must be full of love. Every stranger becomes a fellow countryman after baptism. Don't let anger blind you." The priest smiled gently and patted the young man on the back.
"Remember, this is to help outsiders repent. The saint originally arranged for it to be held tomorrow at noon, but since there are stubborn heretics among them, we have no choice but to offer our help."
This magnanimity is truly touching. You have to understand that the player really slapped the church in the face. The bell-ringing rally was held late at night, and as a result, two outsiders were killed and escaped, thoroughly messing with the Yadu Town.
Even at this point, the priest was not angry and was still willing to offer confession, only he did so more than ten hours earlier and went to great lengths to personally invite the priest.
What compassion! What magnanimity!
The believers around immediately knelt down and began reciting scriptures. Those outsiders were so lucky to have encountered such a kind church.
If they had even a shred of conscience, they should have taken off their shirts, walked to the center of the square, knelt down, and listened to the teachings of the gods.
The priest looked pleased and stroked each believer's head, and the believers enjoyed the touch, even as the priest's hands extended from their heads to their chests and buttocks.
In the midst of harmony, there was a 'plop' sound as the Heat liquid sprayed onto my face.
They opened their eyes in confusion and saw the priest leaning forward, frozen in front of them, a gleaming blade piercing through his chest, his kind, old farmer-like face filled with bewilderment.
The large tree behind them came to life, and a dark-haired man emerged from the thick fog, his face showing obvious disgust.
Pooh.
Yuki had been hiding nearby for a long time, spat out a mouthful of saliva, twisted his wrist, and drew his sword.
"I repent, Nyima."
That's what he said.
Chapter Twenty-Five: Don't Be So Hot-Blooded!
That's so weird.
Yuki had been hiding in the fog all along, initially to gather information, and the conversations between these characters in the story did indeed answer many of his questions.
Why the sudden roundup of players? Why make all players gather at noon the following day?
The goal, of course, was to prevent any player from leaving the instance comfortably, but at Yuki now understood the reasoning behind it.
Confession and killing are no different, but it sounds much better.
But as he watched, he realized something was wrong. It was supposed to be a harmonious sermon scene, so why did he suddenly smell the scent of silver? He couldn't hold back any longer and took action to end the eerie scene.
When Yuki first attacked the grey-robed priest, he used all his strength, piercing the priest's chest with a single blow. As expected, he was much weaker than the purple-robed priest.
But he wasn't satisfied. He drew his sword and slashed horizontally again, severing the head completely. The spurting blood stained the white mist red.
Clatter
The headless corpse knelt down, collapsing heavily to the ground. The believers, regaining their senses, replaced their comfortable expressions with ferocity, rising to their feet and grabbing their weapons.
"Different..."
Puff.
The long knife pierced through the open mouth, exiting Piercer the back of the head, silencing the second word. Yuki expressionless, stepping forward and landing on the hunting rifle beside him.
"I've already said, this is a silent massacre, so stop making a fuss."
He drew his sword, slashed horizontally, raised his knee, grabbed a woman's hair, and slammed her head against a tombstone.
His head shattered like a watermelon, the blade severed the head of another believer, and a raised knee slammed the last believer into a tree trunk.
Bones shattered, and splattered blood stained his trench coat. Yuki suddenly crouched down, letting a machete graz his head, then reached out, grabbed the coat, and threw it from behind his back to in front of him before stepping on it.
Smack
The believer's head was driven directly into the soil by the nail. Yuki pulled out his sword, gave it a light shake, and there was no one left alive in his sight.
These townspeople possessed Limit physical abilities, but a mere few were far too weak for Yuki, who was going all out. As for their numerical advantage—
"Why do you think I chose to start the war here?"
The blade was still dripping blood Yuki rushed more than ten meters away, where several people were already standing, asking what had happened upon hearing the commotion.
For Yuki, who had not opened his Demon Eye, this was tantamount to an attack prompt. The evil god granted his followers power, but not combat skills.
They were just a group of civilians, lacking formation and vigilance; all they did was spread out...
"They're easy to hunt."
The lead believer raised his torch and saw a blurry shadow rapidly grow larger in the darkness. Just as he raised his hunting rifle, he heard a shout from the other side:
"One of us!"
His hand, which was raising the gun, paused slightly. Before he could figure out what was happening, a figure had already darted in front of him, and a sharp pain shot through his arm.
Brush--
Deception, severed hands, decapitation—before the corpses even hit the ground, Yuki had already bypassed the bodies and rushed into the crowd. Then, leaning back, he slid in, his blade slashing left and right, leaving behind pairs of thighs.
Screams rang out, but the believers were not afraid of the pain. Even with their legs severed, they still struggled to their feet. However, Yuki, who had slid to the back of the line, turned around and attacked again.
Puff puff puff puff.
The blade pierced each person's forehead precisely, silencing their screams and soaking the withered wood and soil with blood. Yuki looked down at himself with a puzzled expression.
Shirts, suits, and wide-brimmed hats—this is the attire of the town's residents.
Did he pause just now? Is it impossible to accurately distinguish friend from foe here?
The footsteps approached again, Yuki became interested. He hid the knife behind his back and picked up the hunting rifle from the ground.
Two or three townspeople rushed over, and upon seeing him, immediately asked, "Where is the outsider?"
"Over there." Yuki pointed casually, and the group turned around. Behind them, a smiling man raised his gun.
Bang!
"Outsiders have arrived!"
"Kill him there!"
The townspeople nearby were all alarmed, and a jumble of footsteps could be heard. Soon after, five or six people emerged from the thick fog, raised their torches, and shone them with astonishment.
The ground was littered with corpses, and the attackers had vanished. After realizing what had happened, they quickly surveyed their surroundings.
Thick fog, tombstones, withered trees—nothing else could be seen. It was a desolate graveyard. Just as he was wondering what was going on, a boy felt a drop of water fall on his head and instinctively looked up.
A dark figure hung from a tree, blood dripping from his wet hair and splattering on his face.
He is...
Puff.
Yuki abruptly stopped the warning, then, wielding his sword in both hands, fell from the tree, cleaving the man in two from head to toe.
Blood gushed forth, and gray mist swirled around, resembling a demon, but it must be said that demons and evil gods are a perfect match.
Bang!
The double-barreled shotgun emitted a dazzling flash of light, and within just a few meters, dozens of bullets were all blocked by the gray mist.
'After the Demon Heart reached its normal level, its defensive capabilities increased somewhat. Is this a qualitative change resulting from a quantitative change?'
Yuki deliberately took the hit head-on. It looked like a civilian shotgun, but it was actually empowered by the power of an evil god, and each bullet was no less powerful than a rifle bullet.
He nodded in satisfaction and saw a dozen men rushing towards him, armed with pitchforks and machetes.
Undeterred by death, and incredibly fast, they were like a swarm of ghostly figures rushing through the fog, arriving in just a few steps, five in front and six behind, even coordinating their movements.
Yuki didn't engage in a sword fight with them; he simply stood still and suddenly raised his left hand, revealing a Black Hole hunting rifle beneath his trench coat.
Times have changed.
Bang!
Both were hunting rifles, but his Transcendental Grade (level 4) weapon was clearly more powerful, blooming like a flame in the mist, and then sending more than a dozen mangled corpses flying backward.
The shotgun ripped them apart; even the Clown couldn't withstand it, let alone ordinary townspeople.
White smoke rose from the muzzle of the gun. Yuki paused for a moment, then suddenly turned and aimed behind him.
Bang!
The second shot was fired, and the charging gray-robed priest instantly fell to the ground, but the believer behind him was in grave danger, his flesh and blood flying everywhere.