Chapter 179
"But two groups are different from the others." The man in the red suit took out a roster and read from it, "One group is called Kevin. He actually used a barrier to cover the battlefield, making it impossible for the audience to see anything."
What?
The figure paused for a moment. As far as it knew, these seeds fell into one of three categories:
The first type directly obeys the rules, throwing themselves wholeheartedly into the fight to the death, ultimately burning themselves out.
The second type maintains composure and struggles desperately, but ultimately loses themselves in the waves of frenzy.
The third type is somewhat clever, deliberately avoiding combat or attempting to leave the deathmatch arena; the Cult will personally deal with such people.
The red figure took the record, examined it carefully, and realized that this Kevin was indeed someone they had never seen before.
He neither shied away from battle nor insulted the sacred arena, killing his enemies every time. The result was fine, but the process was bizarre, as if he was enjoying teasing the audience.
"The guide has already issued a warning, but he continues to do as he pleases, citing reasons such as: this is his fighting style, and some kind of innate social anxiety." The man in the red suit read out the proposed course of action, observing the man's eyes:
Should we issue further warnings, or simply rule it out altogether?
If Yuki were here, he'd probably be trembling with fear, awaiting judgment. The apostle was indeed silent for a few seconds, before finally showing some interest.
"His unconventional approach might bring surprises. Send him a stronger warrior; if he can reach the Warrior stage, then we can consider other options." The apostle tossed aside the report, remembering something else. "Tell me about that Adam. I remember he killed members of the Cult. How did you resolve that?"
"Yes, he didn't hide after killing the Cult members. Instead, he stayed in Arena VIII, constantly fighting and killing."
"Not dodging but attacking instead?" The apostle was surprised; this didn't fit the three rules of experience. "How can it keep going like this?"
"Without stopping, he unleashed all his power, tearing even those who were also seeds to shreds."
Kill him! Go kill him now!
The flames in the skull mask's eye sockets Incandescence, and the apostle quickly turned his head, filled with surprise and eagerness.
In terms of breaking the rules, Yuki is far inferior to Adam, but the latter is more to my liking.
"There are actually seeds like this?"
"Yes, he has an insatiable thirst for battle and killing." The man in the red suit stuck out his long, thin tongue and licked his mask. "I want to fight him, to respectfully cut off his head, or to be torn to shreds by him."
"Then let's go." The apostle agreed without hesitation, then covered his head.
I must control myself; this time, I might actually have a chance.
After so many attempts, I've accumulated a lot of rationality points, which should be enough to create a very simple plan.
In an instant, all living things within a hundred meters began to spontaneously combust, their frenzied killing intent boiling over, yet suppressed by an even greater desire.
Like a whale inhaling water, the apostle, standing amidst a sea of crimson flames, took a deep breath, drawing upon all his wisdom, and gradually a plan began to take shape.
This time, two different seeds appeared, and they were even opposites!
That's interesting.
"I understand. You two come back first, and we'll face whatever comes up together."
In Arena IV, Yuki stood outside the ring, having cut off communications, feeling somewhat uneasy.
They've been discovered. Given the style of the senior students, it won't be difficult to trace the source.
What kind of punishment will there be? Ayanokoji said not to provoke the forces in the storyline.
Despite his anxiety, he wasn't panicked. If players didn't even have the chance to search for clues, he might as well create a deathmatch arena and let everyone fight to the death.
Back in the present moment, surrounded by a cacophony of curses, Yuki thought to himself that if the Cult was to punish anyone, it should be him.
He just made these people look at the 'Black Egg' for an hour. It's like going to a Western restaurant and the waiter only brings you lemonade, one glass after another, until you're sick of it.
There was no bloodshed, no roars, and no one knew what had happened inside the barrier. Anyway, Yuki walked out an hour later.
'This time the enemy is stronger; it took a lot of effort.' Yuki rubbed his wrist and looked at a warm enhancement point on the panel.
As expected, there's no way to exploit bugs to farm rewards in this Reincarnation Game. The first two enemies didn't give me a single reward, but this third one finally delivered upgrade points, and correspondingly, it's much harder to deal with.
In terms of game rating, he should have a combat power of Extraordinary III or higher, and he's the kind of player who specializes in melee combat.
There aren't many unpredictable skills; it's all about getting to the point. The skill and relentless fighting spirit are formidable, and players with unstable mindsets, like Shinomiya Hongzheng, will find themselves scrambling to react.
But I like this kind of opponent the most—straight to the point, no fancy stuff. And considering everything I've seen Hiyori heard, and what I've observed, this feeling...
Why is it so strong?
A volatile passerby, a relentless warrior, an obsession with killing and bloodshed, and a simple, brutal logic.
Now, we also need to add the rituals of collecting corpses and beheading, and --
"Damn it, this woman flying around is such a hassle."
"Using a gun? They have absolutely no sense of honor."
"Kill them, cut their heads off!"
The surrounding area was filled with noisy roars. The audience was very dissatisfied with Hayasaka Ai, who was wearing Flying Boots and dodging nimbly, and Kaguya Shinomiya, who kept retreating and shooting arrows.
No wonder all my opponents are melee fighters; do they really hate those underhanded projectiles that much?
While others might only find it absurd, Yuki had already sensed something amiss:
Could their code be 'blood sacrifice to the Blood God, skull offering to the skull seat'?
Indeed, from the moment he entered this instance, Yuki sensed the presence of Khorne. Fortunately, his experience of being too the Bystander Is Blind prevented him from being too terrified.
There are beings capable of transcending dungeons, and the olive branch extended by that evil god earlier didn't seem like a joke. Yuki wasn't clear about the connection between this being and the Reincarnation Game, but he understood the most important point:
Even if they exist, they must still follow the rules of the game, which in a sense is inferior to the Reincarnation Game.
Moreover, this might not actually be the Blood God. Yuki has seen many familiar monsters, but they have all undergone mutations. Some, like the Licker and the Tyrant, are almost identical, while others, like the Saint, require guesswork.
"I've also encountered hunters who seemed to be players, so what exactly are these beings that are above dungeons but below the Reincarnation Game?"
Yuki had this thought, but quickly suppressed it himself; it was too far off, far beyond what he could possibly guess at the moment.
Back to the present, Hayasaka Ai and Kaguya Shinomiya had used all their strength and were almost backed to the edge of the ring. Fortunately, they were experienced enough to not be affected by the crazy curses.
The constant roaming had already made the opponent extremely impatient. The warrior in brass armor charged forward on a beast that looked like a bull and a tiger, holding his tower shield high, on which Death Knell bullets exploded in bursts of sparks.
Its hardness exceeds that of main battle Tank armor, making it far beyond the penetration of projectiles, and its sprint speed reaches 100 meters per second. This is the Roar humanoid Tank.
The charge was unstoppable, iron hooves leaving footprints on the ground. With a powerful leap, they soared into the air, and the knight behind them thrust out his spear with lightning speed.
Swish--
Soon, only a dark afterimage remained in the air. Hayasaka Ai instinctively shrank her head, feeling her ponytail being pulled apart, and a fishy, foul smell filled her nostrils.
The monster, resembling both a bull and a tiger, opened its mouth wide and lunged at me. I had already realized how powerful this mount was during our previous battle.
Ghost Shooter.
A gaping maw swept across her body, creating a ripple, but no blood or flesh spurted out. At the same time, an arrow came from afar and pierced her body as well.
Bite.
The arrow struck the monster's heavy armor but failed to Piercer, instead unleashing a vortex of dark blue light.
Deep-Sea Longbow.
The vortex wasn't fatal; it merely pulled the rider towards the center, slowing the lance the knight was swinging, leaving him helpless as Hayasaka Ai slipped away.
"You can't escape!"
The monster was charging up in mid-air, about to perform a double jump, but the second arrow flew in, causing the vortex to quickly freeze into ice.
Click.
The ice shattered under the immense force; this wouldn't hold for long, but it was enough for Hayasaka Ai.
Storm Cut.
She swung her cleaver, and the Transcendental Grade weapon left a long, narrow blade of wind in the air, forcing the knight to raise his shield to defend himself. The resulting hurricane sent the girl back more than ten meters.
The two immediately created distance between them, and cracks appeared in the middle of the seemingly indestructible tower shield. She saw the knight land back on the ground, switching from defense to evasion, and immediately shouted:
"Miss, stall him!"
Whoosh whoosh whoosh.
Three arrows came flying in quick succession, but Kaguya Shinomiya, who was already prepared to shoot, was incredibly accurate and even anticipated their trajectory.
The three arrows landed on the knight's left front, right rear, and feet respectively, and then three dark blue vortexes appeared.
The vortex pulled, preventing the mount's already crouching hind legs from stepping out, and pulling the left hand holding the heavy tower shield to the side, exposing the heavily armored knight completely.
The knight fought with all his might, his face turning red. He looked up and saw the blonde girl raise her silver revolver, the Black Hole muzzle pointed at him.
Bang--
The Death Knell tolls.
Written as bullets, read as cannonballs, fragments of armor mixed with blood and flesh flew everywhere, causing even the monstrous creature, resembling both bull and tiger, to let out a mournful cry.
The knight leaned back, gripping his lance tightly. This wasn't enough to kill him, but a second and a third bullet followed.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The special firing mode features six bullets, each more powerful than the last, eventually enough to level a building. Even a knight as hard as steel couldn't withstand such continuous fire.
At first, there were fragments of armor, then flesh and entrails, and after the fourth shot, all that remained was a mangled mass of rotten flesh and a huge crater.
The knight did not die, nor did he beg for mercy. His body burst into crimson flames, reforming his tattered form.
But Hayasaka Ai had already swooped down like a raptor, her horizontally held cleaver slashing through the air.
Puff.
Half a mangled head flew into the air. Hayasaka Ai nimbly turned around, raised her gun, and fired at the mutilated corpse.
Bang bang bang bang...
Gunshots echoed incessantly. Death Knell's normal mode had unlimited ammo, and its power was equivalent to a 12.7mm anti-materiel rifle. This power was previously only enough to tickle, but now it was used to finish off enemies, making Yuki's eyes twitch.
One by one, fist-sized blood holes appeared. Considering the tenacious vitality of the warriors here, Hayasaka Ai simply beat him into a pile of mangled flesh.
There were only gunshots, no cheers. Tens of thousands of people watched as the blonde girl whipped the corpse; her fighting style was clearly not in the public's aesthetic sensibilities.
This time, a battle scene was indeed witnessed, but the powerful Brass Knight was riddled with holes by these two women before he even began to fight. Their scheming and trickery were despicable.
Slap slap
Amidst the gunfire, crisp applause rang out, drawing tens of thousands of eyes to the scene. On the sidelines, an even more despicable man was clapping.
Yuki didn't care about the aesthetics of the characters in the dungeon; he only saw two kinds of people.
Companions and enemies, the living and the dead—there is only one thing more meaningful than killing the enemy:
That is a massacre that is fast, efficient, and precise to the millimeter, leaving the enemy with no chance to resist.
Chapter Nine: Team Atmosphere (First Update)
Hayasaka has grown up, Kaguya is not bad either.
Yuki clapped lightly, his tension completely gone. He had been really worried for the two of them when the Brass Knight charged.
Extremely fast and unstoppable, even the slightest hesitation will result in being stabbed through the heart. Even Transcendental Grade players with less combat experience will be caught off guard and thrown into a panic.
However, the two responded very well and cooperated perfectly, which can be said to be a perfect combination of the characteristics of the two types of shooters.
One provided long-range cover, while the other delivered the fatal blow at close range, preventing the knight from getting close and shattering his terrifyingly strong armor.
"Hayasaka even hid the powerful firing mode. If anyone thinks Death Knell's power is only this great, they're in for a world of trouble next time."
Yuki narrowed his eyes, quite pleased that Hayasaka had grasped the essence of survival tactics, and watched the two leave the arena.
The craters on the ground would soon repair themselves. Hayasaka didn't care about the audience's reaction and remained expressionless and serious. His player form, combined with the ice sculpture beauty behind him, did give him a rather cold and aloof look.
"Well done."
"It's because you taught me well." Hayasaka nodded gently, not hiding who had influenced him.
Indeed, the combination of swords and spears makes me feel like you're copying my idea.
Yuki couldn't help but grin, and just as he was about to speak, he felt a disapproving gaze. He turned his head and saw only an ice sculpture of a beautiful woman.
"Kaguya, you did a good job too."
"Please call me Moon Bow in the dungeon, just in case I get caught and cause trouble," the girl replied coldly, a slight twitch at the corner of her mouth.