Realizing this, the players became extremely alert.
The enemy before them was unfathomable; the players knew the enemy was healing, but for a moment they dared not advance.
Having learned their lesson from Silvis, they realized that being touched by this creature could mean being devoured by the worms, and a rash attack would be no different than handing the enemy a health pack.
Silvis's Whisper did not escape Muller's ears. The Blood Corpse, who had just been at a disadvantage but had instantly reversed the situation, tucked the two bone blades into his forearm and clapped his hands with a smile:
You guessed right.
At this moment, the half of his body that had been kicked apart had completely healed. Apart from being naked, there were no traces of his previous injury, and the brief embarrassment he had felt earlier had long since vanished.
On the ground not far away, numerous worms had devoured Silvis's right leg completely, leaving not even a bone fragment.
Seeing that the insects had no food, they gathered in one place and then crawled quickly toward Muller like a wriggling stream.
A Molotov cocktail was thrown into the worms' path, and flames instantly erupted.
The plump, white insects struggled painfully to death in the raging fire, their exploding bodies crackling and echoing throughout the cave.
Muller turned his head, showing no anger whatsoever, but instead cast an approving glance at [ Easily Soluble in Water ], who was determined to become Master of props:
"Young man, you are very perceptive. Why don't you guess which esteemed person I am the descendant of?"
"If you guessed correctly, I would..."
The flames from the incendiary bombs made the shadows in the cave even darker. Before the words were even finished, Muller's figure vanished from his spot and emerged from the Shadow of another player in front of [ Easily Soluble in Water ].
Shadow Traversal!
A flash of cold light, and the bone blade was already pressed against the player's neck.
Muller's relaxed tone carried a hint of composure:
"How about I recommend you to join that lord's ranks?"
Before he could answer, "[ Easily Soluble in Water ]", Muller suddenly withdrew the bone blade that was resting on his neck.
Another bone blade had somehow passed through the crowd and was now pressed against the [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ]'s brow.
Muller's figure then appeared in front of the player almost instantly:
"I have good eyesight, you were the one who bumped into me, weren't you?"
He glanced at [ Easily Soluble in Water ]:
"Guess again later."
Silence enveloped the entire cave.
For several breaths, not a single player uttered a single word.
They weren't afraid of the Blood Corpse Marquis in front of them—after all, the World of Disorder is an immersive game for 18+ players, so a bit of gore and violence is perfectly acceptable.
Encountering eerie enemies in a game is like watching a horror movie; no matter how scary the ghosts are, they can't just crawl out of the screen and harm people, right?
Unless it's Sadako... then try watching it on a smaller screen device.
The players didn't react much simply because they hadn't yet found an effective way to counter Muller, much like those who pause Machine Spirit game to check a walkthrough after breaking their defenses.
Therefore, faced with such a threat that could shatter the psychological defenses of most people in the world, they, who were not afraid to begin with, did not show any signs of backing down.
The bone blade gently moved forward, piercing the [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ]'s brow, and a trickle of blood flowed down the tip of his nose.
At this moment, this research-oriented gamer showed no fear on his face; on the contrary, his excited expression rivaled that of Muller before him.
"You've reminded me. Next time, I'll add a crusher to the front of the tank."
Like any player who refuses to back down even when losing, he unleashed his taunts with abandon:
"Those Blood Corpse that will be reduced to bloody pulp will thank you later, so you don't want to say your full name, Muller?"
"Haha, what do I care if they live or die? What's the difference between humans and Blood Corpse if they're blocking my way?"
Muller appeared to be unfazed by the players' moral condemnation.
Despite their best efforts, their attempt to survive failed.
The next second, [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ]'s head flew off the spot, and arterial blood gushed high into the air.
He felt his vision spinning, but he hadn't completely lost consciousness yet.
As the head fell to the ground, the player's mouth opened and closed, clearly and distinctly uttering the words he had spoken when he smashed Muller:
"What are you trying to show off for..."
Just as Muller was making a big move, a cold light pierced through the darkness and shot out with incredible speed, far beyond what Muller could have dodged with his previous agility.
But then Muller's figure flashed and he instantly disappeared into the Shadow of the headless corpse of the [ Traditional Eccentric Wheel ].
The knight's sword, accompanied by a burst of sparks, was half-buried in the ground, embedded in the shadow where he had disappeared.
The next instant, Muller reappeared before [ Easily Soluble in Water ], and with a light touch of his bone blade, slit his throat:
"If you can't guess it in one minute, you'll die."
The Marquis spoke in a relaxed and carefree tone, not even glancing at the knight's sword piercing the rock or the old knight who had thrown it.
Silvis had thrown the knight's sword with all his might, stood on one leg, panting heavily.
With only one leg, he had clearly given it his all to make such a powerful throw, but unfortunately, Muller remained unharmed.
He looked at the swaggering vampire in the distance, gritted his slightly loose teeth, and shouted in a deep voice:
"I told them to run you over, now come and kill me!"
The old knight's voice, though deep, was not faint; everyone heard his almost suicidal words.
The players were all moved by the old knight's pleas, but Muller ignored them.
He continued to use the bone blade to catch the gushing blood from the player's neck, occasionally bringing the blade to his lips to take a sip.
Seeing this, Silvis slumped to the ground, drew a short sword tucked into the outside of his left calf armor, and prepared to start over.
It's understandable that a numerically-based monster that excels only in close combat would feel hopeless when faced with a mechanically-based monster that can quickly devour any that gets close.
Feeling the blood draining away, [ Easily Soluble in Water ] I suddenly remembered the tales of the Eternal Domain that Silvis had told me.
The vampire count he had once met, who possessed similar abilities.
He seemed to realize something and said in a daze:
" Shadow Traversal, you are of the York Lineage."
"Puff!"
As soon as the words were spoken, a head flew up.
Muller, wielding two swords, said calmly:
You guessed wrong.
His body was leaning back exaggeratedly, with an air of dominance over the world, as if no one could stop him anymore, and in fact, that seemed to be the case...
"You beast!"
Silvis's angry curses came from afar, but at this moment they seemed as soft and powerless as cotton fists.
His short blade was already pressed against his neck, but at the last moment he couldn't bring himself to strike.