Chapter 155
"Are you afraid of an ambush? But the Attendant just went by and didn't encounter any enemies."
"I just don't feel good about it. Looking back now, the whole thing seems very strange, and there are too many things that don't make sense."
The young man in leather armor twitched his lips. He also found it strange, but the facts were right in front of him.
There were two enemies, confirmed not to be puppets or illusions. Their strength was neither too great nor too small, and they had already been forced into hiding by the Leopardess.
We can't exactly say the enemy is putting on an act; that wouldn't be that realistic.
"The battle has already begun on Lord Yellow Light's side. We need to rush there to reinforce him. That madman Adam is most likely still guarding outside. If we don't leave the random mission..."
These words, though phrased euphemistically, had already made Hongzheng lose face. Zhou's 10% of his forces were trapped, while Adam alone was equivalent to another 10%, meaning that a combined 20% of their strength was just watching from the outside, while the opposing side only had two players.
Even the simplest math problems are of great importance; they cannot be solved by 'intuition'.
"Let's go, deal with those two as soon as possible, then leave the instance." Hongzheng had no choice but to continue forward, even quickening his pace.
It was pitch black all around. Everyone was busy gathering and searching inside the instance, and no one bothered to calculate the pattern of the lightning.
Trekking across the undulating piles of bones, Hongzheng slightly behind. She felt that this random instance Taiyi from usual. As she walked, a sudden flash of lightning made her instinctively close her eyes.
Rumble--
The rumble of thunder entered my ears, but this booming sound was mixed with other sounds, a crisp sound of bones being crushed.
Um!?
He opened his eyes and saw the leather-armored youth turning his head to look at him, his expression somewhat stiff, his slightly bulging eyes filled with doubt.
The young man looked at him, and he looked at the young man. Only a thin red line appeared on the young man's neck, and the angry, wide-eyed head gently slid off his neck.
Before he could even think, a Black Hole gun muzzle suddenly appeared on his severed neck.
Yuki slightly turned to the side, causing the headless corpse to fall forward, and swiftly aimed at the second enemy.
That's right, it was a shameless sneak attack. This place was completely dark, which was perfect for him to take advantage of his speed.
The battlefield was several kilometers away, and the two, who were busy on their way, had no time to prepare. Yuki was already waiting for them on their only route, and then attacked with all his might.
However, the darkness also obscured the Demon Eye, and Yuki couldn't tell who was in front and who was behind. So he used the 'flashbang' in the sky to attract attention, jumped out, and cleanly beheaded the demon.
How is that possible!?
Because of the Fool's Mask, Yuki's appearance confused Hongzheng.
Wasn't this person supposed to be being chased? Is it teleportation or a clone technique?
Anyone would be bewildered in the same situation, but that's Yuki wanted.
Not good.
As the gun was pointed at him, Shinomiya Hongzheng suddenly realized he had been tricked and instinctively lunged to the side. With the sound of the gunshot, he felt excruciating pain.
A volley of shot grazed past him, tearing his expensive suit. His left arm detached from his body and spun in the air, the pain jolting him awake.
Before the gun could reach him, he rolled on his back, and at the same time, he pulled out a gold pen with his right hand and quickly wrote a single word:
[Retreat.]
Um?
Yuki pulled the trigger, and with a 'boom,' he blasted a small mountain of bones into dust. He then found that his feet were involuntarily moving backward, and his shot had obviously gone out of bounds.
What kind of ability is this?
He looked ahead, and saw Shinomiya Hongzheng also retreating, his movements as stiff as a puppet's. He then quickly wrote two characters with a flick of his wrist:
[Stab him.]
After finishing writing, a miraculous scene appeared before Yuki's eyes: he saw the surrounding skeletons actually float up, like pale white spears, all shooting towards him.
Such a fast reaction speed! To dodge my second shot, you must have Transcendental Grade physical abilities.
The sudden ambush shocked him, followed by a double volley of Hunter's Blunderbuss —almost becoming Yuki's signature move. And this Shinomiya Hongzheng only lost an arm, naturally possessed reflexes far exceeding those of a human.
And that golden pen, is it Chaos Item of at least the Arcane Grade level?
Yuki, they were players of the same level, and it would be too embarrassing if he didn't have some special skills. He didn't panic, immediately discarded his spear, drew his sword, and fiercely slashed down at the incoming bone spear.
Boom--
Crimson knife marks lingered in the air, and the scattered ashes resembled a thick fog, only to vanish into darkness with the passing lightning in the next instant.
Without a target, the seemingly endless spears immediately went out of control, falling like unfinished writing.
Damn it!
Suddenly he couldn't see anything again. Shinomiya Hongzheng clenched his teeth, the pain causing his forehead to be covered in cold sweat. Only then did he have a chance to feel fear.
Too fast. That person was already prepared, waiting to hunt him down like a hunter waiting for a rabbit to run into a tree stump.
'He wanted to kill me from the very beginning, and he almost succeeded.'
Those few seconds just now were so fast they're hard to recall. I thought the enemy was far away and I was busy getting there, and then a Transcendental Grade player suddenly appeared and killed me with all his might right away.
Unless you have a skill like Intuition that allows you to react instantly, anyone in this situation would be instantly killed. Even players who specialize in defense would have to retreat into their shells to survive.
'If I hadn't deliberately fallen a few steps behind, I'd be dead by now.'
A sense of fear washed over him. The player who was with him was also a skilled fighter, but before he could even use his abilities, his head was chopped off.
Calm down, calm down, let's think about what to do now?
Before my eyes was pitch blackness, and I could hear nothing but the clattering sound of bones falling to the ground.
Having gone through nearly ten instances, Shinomiya Hongzheng, having calmed herself, wrote in the darkness:
All around me was silent.
First, he used the environment to hide, then he took out a syringe and injected it into his left arm. After the green liquid was injected, the severed limb immediately closed up, and no more blood flowed out.
Finally, he opened the communication and roared hysterically, "All of you, focus on me! The real enemy is with me!"
The timing was perfect; the gunshot had just rang out, and the players in the distance were caught off guard.
There should have been two enemies entering the battlefield; even with stealth abilities, they would still be exposed when teleporting.
"But we have a sniper on our side..."
"Ignore her. This person killed three of us players, all with a single strike. If I die, do you think you'll survive?"
Hongzheng was too lazy to explain. He understood after just a brief encounter that 'Nagumo Miyabi' was not an assassin at all, but an executioner who pursued extreme efficiency and hadn't uttered a single word from beginning to end.
'This ruthless monster is definitely not one of those little brats. A third party has joined this war, and I must tell my older brother.'
The fear of death, ironically, cleared his mind; he took out a futuristic-looking pistol and tucked it into his waistband.
In a daze, I remembered the words spoken before the battle began:
You think you can kill me so easily?
Chapter Fourteen: Kaguya Greets You
Not stupid, and quite experienced.
In the pitch black, Yuki was like a statue. He listened intently but could not hear even a breath. He deliberately tapped the ground with his sword but did not receive any attack.
Silence reigned, as if Shinomiya Hongzheng had already taken the opportunity to escape, but Yuki knew he was still around him.
If he truly possessed skills like stealth, there would be no way I could have detected him. Besides, he knew nothing about my abilities, and anyone with a modicum of intelligence wouldn't act rashly.
Because they couldn't see each other, the two remained locked in a stalemate. Even though he knew the other was definitely calling for reinforcements, Yuki remained completely calm.
He has reinforcements too, and this dark Bone Plains is perfect for Kaguya Shinomiya to use. With her sniping down there, how easy is it for reinforcements to come?
Yuki the hilt of his sword lightly, calculating the time of the next sunrise, while simultaneously analyzing the brief contact he had just experienced.
"A law-based ability that alters reality through writing, and that writing speed must be some kind of Transcendental Grade skill. Before an ordinary person can even finish a single stroke, my knife is already at their throat."
Is it some kind of powerful Chaos Item? He has powerful backers, so he should have no shortage of Transcendental Grade or even Arcane Grade artifacts.
Yuki didn't know the details; he simply went through Kaguya's words in his mind and enriched the character model's settings.
"Regardless, I've gained the upper hand."
Rumble--
The lightning flashed as the fingers stopped, and vision immediately returned. Yuki saw Shinomiya Hongzheng standing a dozen meters away, his eyes closing for a moment due to the bright light.
Bang!
In that instant, Yuki charged forward, and before Hongzheng even opened his eyes, he felt an astonishing killing intent wash over him.
It's no coincidence; he knows when 'dawn' will break!
A sudden shock struck him as he realized the lightning was actually patterned, but there was no time to observe it closely.
A dozen meters is too close for this level; there's no chance to lock on or attack. Fortunately, he was mentally prepared.
The moment he opened his eyes, the golden pen almost left a blur as his nimble fingers finished writing in a fraction of a second:
[The skeleton stopped him.]
It can be considered a case of adapting to local conditions; the rules, as described, influenced reality, with countless skeletons flying towards the route of Yuki's impact.
They were cut down by longswords and blasted apart by hunting rifles, yet they continued to surge forward like moths to a flame, doing everything in their power to stop him.
All he could see were ashes, his vision gradually being filled by the skeletons. Through the gaps, Yuki saw the other person bite a pen with their mouth, pull out a rather futuristic-looking pistol from behind their back, and aim it at him without a word.
The gun muzzle split like a module, revealing spiraling arcs of electricity. Yuki sensed a deadly threat and immediately channeled his soul energy into it.
Demonbreaker!
Call out--
A plasma ball the size of a head flew over, dissolving everything in its path. Fortunately, Yuki had already activated his domain, and saw ripples appear on the blade, radiating terrifying heat.
That's incredibly powerful.
The anti-energy field was pierced the moment it made contact. He quickly flicked it upwards, throwing the plasma ball into the sky. With a loud 'boom,' he released a massive amount of energy.
The air became the Heat, even breathing felt stinging; now he finally understood why he could resist the Conceptual Craft Essence.
With his Transcendental Grade physical abilities, incredibly powerful Chaos Item, and bizarre crowd control skills, Shinomiya Hongzheng indeed a cut above the average player.
'Luckily, his left hand was shattered at the start; otherwise, writing with one hand and shooting with the other would have been much more difficult to deal with.'
Yuki took a slight breath and looked at what was in front of him. The skeletons did not rush over, but instead continued to pile up, forming walls of bones.
His eyes flickered as he realized the thing was quite mechanical; the writing obstruction was truly just an obstruction.
Just then, a lava-like color appeared in the middle of the wall of bones, and no matter how solid the bones were, they were instantly melted.
The second plasma generator has arrived.
Without a Yuki thought, Yuuki jumped up, feeling the Heat brush against the soles of his feet, watching it carve a path of lava. He then raised his Hunter's Blunderbuss and fired the fully loaded soul bullets.
Bang!
Shinomiya Hongzheng lowered his gun, he quickly rolled to dodge, but the slug shot out from the hole he had blasted, sending up a shower of shattered bones.
'No, the distance is too close. I can't match his rate of fire, and now that I've lost my left hand, I can only choose between controlling the battlefield and shooting.'
The [Blaster Rifle] is indeed more powerful, and when combined with the [Fantasy Weave] crowd control, it can wipe out all living beings within a kilometer like a match-3 puzzle.
But now, at less than twenty meters, his 'sniper rifle' wasn't as fast as Yuki's shotgun, and the side effects of the Arcane Grade- grade weapon were astonishing.
After firing two shots, my skin started to melt, and I only managed to keep it cool thanks to my ice-blue elbow pads.
Where did this monster come from?
The feeling was getting worse. Just as I was about to write a new paragraph, it was as if someone had pulled the plug, and darkness returned to my vision.
Damn it, at such a crucial moment again.
He couldn't care less about being annoyed. Writing required an audience, and without Yuki, the previous passage was meaningless. If he forced it, like with that "retreat" character, he would be dragged into it himself.
I can only focus on myself and spend more time writing about me.
[The skeletons, with me at the center, unleash a storm.]
The words were longer, just like the denser beads of sweat on his forehead, and he muttered to himself, as if calculating something.
But the results were truly astonishing.
There was no wind here, yet a storm suddenly arose in the darkness, and countless skeletons began to spin. The bones of these aliens and monsters were already as hard as steel, and now, spinning at high speed, they formed an insurmountable wall.