Chapter 560
The epic-level shotgun barrage was incredibly powerful, creating a storm that blasted it back into the Furnace and pulled it back into the Abyss Grade. The following strike, with the force of a thousand pounds, sent the massive black dragon plummeting into a sea of blood.
Neltharion rolled a few times, folded his wings, crouched down to protect his head, and waited for the flying sword to be deflected. Then he looked up and saw the last, and most unforgettable, scene.
Blood flames boiled, and the battered demon held a skull in its hand and stepped on the remains of a slime. Their blood stained their bodies, only to be evaporated by the Chaos Furnace Flame.
It held a knife in one hand and its head in the other, the Roar towards the sky.
"Slaughter!!!"
The tower collapsed, and a gray sky replaced the illusory and dazzling starry sky. After Neltharion and the Undead King were taken away, the attacking players were completely devastated.
Whether they were Transcendental Grade or epic-level, they were all fleeing in disarray. But it was precisely at this best moment to expand their gains and reverse the situation that the players of the Sage's Tower did not give chase.
But this had nothing to do with Orochimaru, who had returned for the third time to check, because the latter stood there like an outsider, watching hundreds of players run past him.
All eyes were fixed on a spot ahead, the place where Neltharion and the others had been taken away.
"Fumerra, are we really not going to give chase?" The red-haired girl, looking at the battlefield where the army was collapsing like a house of cards, was eager to try. She had just come from the lower levels and said nonchalantly, "Isn't he just a troublemaker? It's already good enough that he can hold off those two."
Logically speaking, now is the best time to strike while the enemy is down, since all of the enemy's strongest members have been taken away by Yuki.
"It's not our friend," Fumerra whispered.
"Wouldn't that be even better? Let's eat it all together. You're not worried about that Judge, are you? There are so many of us..."
"No, I'm worried about it. That madman gives me a very bad feeling. The most vicious demon I've ever seen is like a good child in front of it." Fumerra had no intention of putting on an act; the fear of death filled her heart.
In fact, there was no cooperation between the two sides. The message from Frieren was very simple:
When they encounter me, their only thought is to save their lives, and then they fight however they feel they should.
It was more like a reminder than a plan. At first, she didn't believe it, but after seeing Yuuki single-handedly sweep through the Yuki and slaughter countless people, she believed it.
Lina Inverse pursed her lips, about to speak, when suddenly her pupils contracted, and she and the surrounding players raised their weapons.
Is it coming out?
A vortex appeared in the space, and a giant dragon could be vaguely seen. Her first reaction was, "How could it be so terrifying? Deathwing just defeated him." But in an instant, she realized something was wrong.
Neltharion, the player who has reached Mythic Tier III, showed no smugness of a victor, nor even the joy of escaping a desperate situation. Instead, his despair and fear were incredibly impactful, like a newbie encountering a terrifying dungeon where all their mental defenses crumble, leaving only the thought of fleeing for their life.
It appeared for only a fleeting moment, then a heart-stopping crimson figure blocked its path, and with a desperate dragon roar, both vanished.
Gurgle.
Lina Inverse swallowed hard, hearing similar sounds coming from all around her. Before her lay the scattered players, while the victors stood frozen like statues, utterly silent.
Is this the demon that Fumerra spoke of?
Their thoughts were somewhat confused, as if the battlefield had lost all meaning. Everyone stared intently at that space, and before they knew it, they were drenched in sweat.
Time ticked by, and the feeling of spatial distortion became increasingly pronounced. About five minutes later, a foot covered in wounds stepped out.
Following behind was a mutilated body; his hands were severed, and there wasn't a single patch of intact skin on his body, except for the intensely Incandescence like a bright Lighthouse in the darkness.
The hearts of hundreds of players stopped beating, as if they were simultaneously gripped by an invisible hand. This was a demon at its last gasp, like a dilapidated house that would collapse with a single kick.
Call--
Yuki returned to reality, opened its mouth, and spat out a thick, blood-red mist. It was no longer human, with not a single patch of intact skin on its body. It had lost all reason, and only used its jewel-like red eyes to scan its surroundings before finally locking onto what lay ahead.
Hundreds of players formed a tight formation, still possessing considerable strength, including many epic-level players.
Fumerra's eyes twitched slightly, Lina Inverse was surprised and uncertain, Reinhard was eager to try, and in the corner, Frieren looked completely incomprehensible, unable to understand how her disciple could be involved with this terrifying demon.
In complete silence, the two stared at each other in silence until, half a second later, Yuki took the first step, unleashing a barrage of skills.
Roar!!!!
It was a deafening the Roar that shook the heavens and the earth, and the flames of slaughter surged forth, as if declaring to the whole world his thirst for killing and blood.
With only five minutes left, the repeated stacking of the effect and the uncontrollable rage made Yuki too lazy to care about anything else; all that existed in his mind was a joyful laugh.
Tear apart all living things, I am the strongest champion of all time!
Kill! Annihilate! Destroy! Slaughter!
Khorne's Blessing is a double-edged sword; it can drive people to self-destruction, with the Corpse Mountain, Blood Sea unfolding before them, yet not a single one of their countless prepared skills is unleashed.
Everyone turned around in fear to look at Fumerra in the middle of the formation. The Ancient Magician didn't even blink, as if she had forgotten to think.
What judgment of strength, what expansion of advantage? The crimson figure filled every inch of vision, and then took the second step.
Her arms regenerated, becoming killing hands composed entirely of crimson flames. Fumerra's pupils trembled more and more violently, finally widening as Yuki began his charge—
"Run! Run! Run to the Borderlands!!"
No one questioned it, no one objected; the command was like a life-saving charm, and everyone began to teleport.
Run! Run now!
100 points have never been so worthwhile, and the Reincarnation Game setting has never been so useful. The victor's defenses collapsed in an instant. Some slow-reacting players hesitated for a second, and the Crimson Demon stepped into the crowd and began to slaughter.
Those bloody hands were the sharpest blades in the world, piercing through defensive artifacts like paper, leaving body parts scattered all over the ground.
One roar and ten thousand troops are defeated? One person can rout an entire powerful army???
Orochimaru was stunned, completely bewildered. Even a Grand Inquisitor leading a complete extermination team couldn't easily capture the 'Aether Particles,' and then this mysterious player turned against the entire faction, defeating both sides.
Fishing in troubled waters? How did they manage that? Is this 'Taiyi'? Should we inform everyone to begin a 'Faction Judgment'?
Many questions lingered in my mind, but were then all forgotten.
The demon slaughtered the dozen or so players who hadn't escaped in a second. It paused for a moment, as if it didn't understand why the prey it had almost caught had disappeared. A moment later, it turned around and locked its gaze on the Judge.
Hiss.
A chill ran through his hair, and he and the entire squad took a step back. Just as they were about to speak and remind the other side of their identities, they saw the demon transform into a streak of blood and rush towards them.
"Withdraw!"
All dignity and prestige vanished. Orochimaru immediately opened a portal, and a group of Judge fled in a panic, as if their backsides were on fire. As the door closed, a trail of blood streaked across the void.
Yuki stood frozen at the doorway, looking down on the enemy's cowardice. He stiffened for a moment, then suddenly his knees buckled as reason rushed in like a tidal wave.
The special time ended, the joyful laughter faded away, and the heavy burden returned.
What's wrong with me?
It was as if I had just woken from a long, bloody dream. Some hazy memories began to flood my mind, and then I felt pain all over my body, and my mind was in complete chaos.
He saw the blood flames on his body gradually dying down, and he saw the densely packed players outside the tower. Before he could even process what he had seen, the cunning old man, regaining his senses, immediately made his choice.
It's not time to draw conclusions yet.
Yuki forced himself to stand up and stepped onto the ruins of the tower, looking down at the thousands of players. He opened his mouth and released all the remaining Khorne's Blessing.
"Kill!!!!"
The battle cry shook the earth. He was stunned to see that the thousands of players who still had fighting power were all speechless for a moment, and he didn't know who would speak first.
"Run."
"Run! Lord Neltharion and Ainz are both dead!"
Run!
Before Yuki move, the thousands of players collapsed on their own. No one dared to resist, and no one dared to fall behind. They were like a group of rabbits being chased by hyenas, scattering all over the mountains and fields.
They fled in despair, each using their own unique abilities, until they had exhausted every last bit of strength, and not one of them dared to look back even once.
A scene like an avalanche unfolded before his eyes. Watching countless desperate criminals flee in disarray, Yuki opened his mouth and laughed wildly like Blood God.
One roar and ten thousand troops are routed!
Chapter Nine: Doing quests is nowhere as fast as killing people.
Call--
The bloody memories were fading away. Yuki lay on his bed in the bedroom, feeling as if he were still hungover.
Despite not being part of the allied faction or under the watchful eyes of the Judge, he brazenly withdrew via teleportation, leaving behind only a group of players still shaken.
"This time, the special effect has a really strong aftereffect."
Yuki lay in bed, not wanting to get up. His thoughts were still a bit muddled, his head a jumble of ideas flashing through his mind.
A successful looting trip is more efficient and straightforward than entering a dungeon; you just need to wield your knife and hack and slash around, and you might even get some extra rewards.
He scared off the Judge; Orochimaru must have already rushed back to report. This time, things are a little different.
The stark contrast in character design made it difficult for the Judge to determine whether this was 'Taiyi' or another player, as the two were completely different to them.
If it's 'Taiyi', it means that a Grand Inquisitor can no longer guarantee victory; if it's another player, this is a hidden ally, bringing them under your command is equivalent to gaining a powerful helper.
But regardless of the method, they all need to spend time and effort to investigate, which undoubtedly makes things worse.
"That's an added bonus; it's easy for me to create problems, but it's a real hassle to solve them."
Yuki rolled over; the plan to distract the Judge was still in progress, but at this stage, it was no longer the most important thing.
He put his hand on his head, stared at the ceiling, and tried hard to recall those bloody memories.
The secret behind its properties.
I had some doubts before, and this strange occurrence has brought those questions back to the surface.
Yuki's characteristics have always been strange; extraction—from where?
He initially thought this was a characteristic of his 'time traveler' status, but upon closer inspection, he realized it was rather absurd.
Starting from the initial concept of 'Hesitation is Defeat', the Conceptual Craft Essence transcends the law of causality. Although it is uncontrollable and not particularly powerful, its essence is extremely high-end in a certain sense.
Especially during this 'Khorne's Blessing,' I heard that joyful, maniacal laughter again, and recalled the past of 'Taiyi'...
"Did He confront the Blood God directly in the Great Game, or was He the champion of Khorne? Does that mean I extracted fragments of His memories, crossed the Reincarnation Game, and linked to the 'Pantheon'?"
As he delved deeper into the dungeon, he was no longer as ignorant as he had been during the 'Calamity of Blood'. He now knew that there was another layer beyond the Reincarnation Game, which was the struggle between reincarnators and other life forms. Khorne existed within the 'Pantheon' and could be seen as a reincarnator within the 'Pantheon'.
This formal attire is not simple.
He looked at the formal attire still displayed on the panel, which occupied a memory space. He thought of time paradoxes, causal errors, and even his own state of being, and couldn't help but sit up.
"It's none of my business. I will never participate in this Great Game, and I will not let the journey continue!"
Once you understand this, there's no need to worry. You can't see Khorne's face through the Reincarnation Game; he can only affect you during the duration of his abilities. Why create unnecessary trouble for yourself?
Countless secrets, endless journeys in another dimension. Yuki forcibly stopped his desire to explore, because the scenery was too magnificent; just one glance was enough to make him want to get closer.
"I must accelerate. This has nothing to do with strategy or tactics. As my strength grows, I am getting closer and closer to 'Taiyi,' and the pursuit of power is influencing my judgment."
He recalled the strange things he had experienced while watching TV before. He used to feel an urge to rush back and build a harem when watching stories about Earth, but as he approached his peak, his mind was becoming distorted.
Why return? To slaughter Corpse Mountain, Blood Sea, to crush all powerful enemies—the sense of exhilaration is unparalleled.
Why not keep going? New friends and new lovers are waiting for me. And how much weight does my senior sister carry?
Power and killing are addictive. Yuki had a feeling that if he could completely unseal the Black Blade, he could sever the path blocked by 'Taiyi' and reconnect the Reincarnators.
How many sworn enemies are there? How many former lovers?
How many levels are there after Epic and Legendary?
How epic and magnificent must a Great Game be!?
Call--
Yuki a deep breath, suppressing his fervent emotions. What's that inspirational saying again?
People sometimes forget their original aspirations as they go along.
He began to feel that instead of returning, he should continue on his path, reclaim the power of Taiyi, and take it a step further to control the Destiny of the heavens.
"I need to slack off for a while, but thankfully the senior students will be back soon."
Yuki withdrew his gaze from the future, feeling like a kite that, if he continued, would break its cable before the Reincarnation Game was ready. A voice seemed to be calling him from the heavens, urging him to forget the earth and journey to the infinite depths of space.
Returning to the present, he suppressed his desires with the joy of a bountiful harvest.
"After using one, there are 4 epic-level soul materials left."
This was the biggest gain, but the one that was used up was heartbreaking for Yuki. This Khorne's Blessing was completely brainless; how could it use such precious material as bullets? Wasn't it afraid of exploding?
That single shot destroyed at least 10 specialized points and nearly caused the Soul Hunting Gun to explode. Even in Hunting Mode, it couldn't withstand such a powerful bullet.