"Huohe!"
A slightly muffled voice rang in his ears. Lancelot raised his head slightly and saw a powerful-looking Kaila People striding towards him.
This is a Ninth-Rank Transcendent!
No wonder the group of Kaila People I was chasing were so confident that they could escape after entering this stronghold.
Three months have passed, and although his strength has greatly improved, he is still no match for Ninth-Rank Transcendent Lifeform.
Call for support?
The idea was rejected by Lancelot himself as soon as it came to mind.
He desperately needs academic credits.
Once the Alliance supporters arrive, the resources of this underground stronghold will no longer be his concern.
"It's the last mission anyway, so taking some risks isn't a problem. Besides, even if we can't beat this guy, running away shouldn't be an issue."
With this in mind, Lancelot suppressed his thoughts, calmed himself down, and observed silently.
"Commander!"
The Tier Seven Kaila People named Huohe bowed his head in respect to the Grand Commander he spoke of, Ninth-Rank Transcendent Lifeform.
The president's gaze was fierce. "What happened? Why are you all in such a sorry state?"
Huohe lowered his head even further, and after he recounted what had happened, the Grand Commander's aura became extremely dangerous.
"Waste!"
A furious curse rang out, Huohe dared not utter a word in response.
"Take them down to rest." The commander waved his hand impatiently.
It's too late to say anything now. At least they weren't all wiped out by the enemy, especially Huohe, a Seventh-Tier Transcendent. As the Kaila People were besieged by the Alliance, their strength continued to decline. Now, let alone members at the Sanctuary- level, there are less than thirty High-Rank Transcendent left.
It's important to know that the Kaila People were once one of the most powerful races on Planet Golden Bridge.
"Sigh, if only I hadn't listened to the Chosen Ones ' instigation and obediently accepted the Crimson Alliance's rule. Now we wouldn't have to hide here and there." With a sigh, the Grand Commander turned and walked dejectedly into the depths of the stronghold.
Now, regret is useless. The Kaila People and the Alliance have long been sworn enemies due to the continuous bloody battles, and Blood Sea is almost impossible. They can only go down a dark path.
Following a young Kaila People, Lancelot and the others each received a place to stay, as well as supplies of food and medicine.
Inside the wooden cabin, Lancelot closed the door, glanced at the supplies on the table, and a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes.
The Kaila People, who were hiding and fleeing, had their production capacity completely destroyed. Their food and medicine were very primitive, and their healing abilities were limited, so Lancelot didn't want them.
"However, this underground town is probably one of the largest settlements of the Kaila People right now. Even if the entire tribe is decimated, they can't possibly have lost all the wealth they've accumulated over hundreds or thousands of years. And even without supplies, the heads of the Kaila People are still worth a lot of military merit..."
As he pondered, Lancelot touched his chest, where his skin cracked, revealing an old-looking bronze pendant.
Space necklace.
Lancelot's spoils came from a magical beast. Its storage space wasn't large, but it was just enough to hold some key items.
With a single grab, Lancelot pulled out a long, slender, all-black gun.
Darkness's Fallen Slaughter, a runic firearm, a weapon with dark properties, suitable for assassination.
For the past three months, Lancelot has been carrying out missions all over Planet Golden Bridge. Darkness's Fallen Slaughter has been a great help, as many enemies have died silently under the shadow bullets.
"The Kaila People are also mammals, a terrestrial humanoid race, with habits similar to ordinary humans. Even after hiding for a while, their basic living habits have been preserved. According to the time on Planet Golden Bridge, it's about 9:30 PM now. Wait another three hours, move out at dawn, withdraw from the battle within four hours, leave this place, and notify the Alliance forces to come and clear out the enemy."
After quickly making arrangements, Lancelot took out a high-quality dark attribute magic crystal, equipped it with Darkness's Fallen Slaughter, and then sat back down with his weapon in his arms, adjusting his breathing, blood flow, and organ activity... gradually entering combat mode.
At the same time, Molecular Aggregation Insect flew out in all directions from him, sharing the same perspective, and Lancelot saw a series of images before his eyes.
In each frame, there is a Kaila People. As the Molecular Aggregation Insect spreads, all the Kaila People in the entire stronghold are brought under surveillance.
"No matter how many times I use it, I still find it useful." Lancelot secretly admired it. The Molecular Aggregation Insect lived up to its Legend quality and its almost demanding usage requirements; its performance was truly powerful.
"A total of 715 Kaila People, no children. It seems this is an operational base, and its main mission is combat."
"Seven High-Rank Transcendent individuals, one Tier Nine individual, two Tier Eight individuals, and four Tier Seven individuals."
"With my strength, I could quickly kill Seventh-Tier Transcendent, but that would definitely cause a commotion and attract an attack, which wouldn't be worthwhile."
"If you want to achieve an instant kill while also gaining sufficient benefits, Mid-Rank Transcendent is the most suitable target."
"Before leaving, I might try to take down a Tier Seven Kaila People and find the most lucrative operation."
A multitude of ideas converged in my mind.
The action plan is being refined little by little.
The Underground Space was dimly lit, devoid of moonlight and stars, with only the faint glow of fireflies.
After 10 p. m., the Kaila People's biological clock reminds them that it's time to rest.
And so, from one dwelling to another, the sounds of snoring, some soft and some deep, drifted out.
After midnight, eight or nine out of Kaila People are asleep.
The entire stronghold seemed to have been muted, falling silent.
Only the sound of the patrol team's footsteps carried far in the dark and quiet night air.
A mass of darkness writhed on the ground, blending perfectly into the environment. Even upon close inspection, no one could possibly spot Lancelot hidden beneath the darkness.
After traveling about 300 meters eastward, a two-story building came into view.
"First target!"
Lancelot murmured to himself as he slowly raised the Darkness's Fallen Slaughter in his hand.
The slender muzzle was covered with runes of dark nature. Within the energy core, a high-quality magic crystal began to function, forming a spiral-shaped shadow bullet about the length of an index finger in the barrel.
As Lancelot pulled the trigger, the shadow bullet silently slid out of the muzzle. It wasn't fast, but due to its unique energy structure, its lethality was definitely not weak.
Through the crack in the open window, the shadow bullet pierced straight into the figure lying on the bed, creating a fist-sized hole in his chest. Dark energy emanated from it, forming a five-meter-diameter domain. Within this domain, all sound vanished, including the dying screams of the Kaila People.
"The first one!"
Lancelot entered the room, took out a special powder to mask the smell of blood, and swiftly found the man's secret stash. Without even glancing at it, he stuffed it into his spatial necklace, then quietly closed the door and strode away.
As night fell, the Slaughter spread, and one by one, the sleeping Kaila People were taken by silent, shadowy bullets.
Strangely, not a single sound was heard during the entire process.
From a third-person perspective, it looks like a pantomime is unfolding.
Grand Commander Dige'er was particularly agitated tonight, not only because yet another Kaila People stronghold had been destroyed, but more importantly because his innate ability was giving him a warning.
Unfortunately, the warning was not very strong, and based on his past experience, it certainly wouldn't threaten his life.
However, the psychological pressure caused by the warning of one's talent can be quite unpleasant.
Moreover, Dige'er knew that enemies were already watching him, or rather, this stronghold.
Let's arrange the transfer tomorrow!
After thinking for a long time, holding his forehead, Dige'er made this extremely difficult decision for him.
Unbeknownst to Dige'er, he was surrounded by watchers, Molecular Aggregation Insect.
Lancelot would show sufficient respect to any Ninth-Rank Transcendent.
"That's about enough!"
At 3:30 a. m., Lancelot completed the kill of the 52nd Kaila People.
The spoils of war have nearly filled the space necklace.
Although most of them are ordinary one-star or two-star level supplies, they add up to a considerable value.
Not to mention, there are 15 three-star items among them, the highest quality of which is even close to Legend quality. It is an old ancient knight's armor, with average craftsmanship but solid materials. It contains a special metal that is very compatible with the Steel Feather Cloak and can be disassembled and reused.
"Seventh-Tier Transcendent only have one chance; afterwards, they will definitely be hunted down."
"Four people. First, we can rule out Huohe; he's a penniless wretch."
"The remaining three..."
Lancelot recalled the surveillance footage transmitted back by the Molecular Aggregation Insect, and after analyzing it frame by frame, he selected a slightly thin old man.
This is a spellcaster.
It should belong to the category of "word magic".
This school of thought requires players to shout out the spell's name while casting it, thereby gaining a significant Magical Energy boost and drastically increasing damage.
But it's uncomfortable if the sound can't get through.
Legendary Mage, through their own Sanctuary, can largely avoid this situation from occurring.
However, even a mere Seventh-Tier Transcendent being is unable to overcome this fatal flaw.
It is well known that spellcasters are renowned for their wealth.
And Lancelot's Darkness's Fallen Slaughter happens to be a perfect counter to this Word Magic Mage.
And so, the last victim made her grand entrance.
"What's going on? The warning seems to have suddenly become much stronger?"
Inside the room, Dige'er suddenly sat up in bed, his four eyes, larger than copper bells, were bloodshot.
"Keli, blow the horn! All assemble!"
In any case, concentrating all combat forces together is always a good idea.
Dige'er thought to himself.
The guard outside, Keli, immediately followed the commander's instructions and took down a meter-long, entirely brown-black horn from his back.
Waaah...
The mournful sound of horns spread through the Underground Space, and the once silent stronghold instantly awoke from its slumber. Some of the Kaila People hadn't even opened their eyelids when their bodies instinctively sprang from their beds, a habit ingrained from long-term combat readiness.
"What's going on? Why are they sounding the war horn?"
"Quickly, everyone assemble!"
Shouts rose and fell, echoing through the night sky.
One by one, the Kaila People rushed out of their dwellings, but some remained completely silent.
These silent Kaila People are mostly mid-level leaders or minor officers in this stronghold.
As a result, Lancelot wiped them out almost all in one night.
"Huh, where's the captain?"
The teams successfully assembled, but to the team members' surprise, their captain, who usually arrived earlier than them, was unusually late.
One team, two teams...
An inexplicable emotion was spreading.
Meanwhile, Lancelot, upon hearing the war horns, knew he had to act immediately.
Because the Tier Seven spellcaster had already walked up to him.
Yes, the two were only about a meter apart, almost face to face.
Lancelot hadn't expected that the spellcaster would use a spell to teleport right in front of him.
The spellcaster was also dumbfounded.
Even with his poor perception, the distance and the piercing danger emanating from ahead constantly reminded him that death was imminent.
"Hooray..."
In an instant, veins bulged on the face of the Kaila People spellcaster, and his staff cracked loudly in his wrinkled, withered hands. The old man hadn't lived enough; he didn't want to die, much less die in such a humiliating way.
To willingly offer oneself up is too shameful and abstract a way to die; even in death, one will not rest in peace.
However, within a meter, he was facing a melee master, who was also a spellcaster.
With so many debuffs stacking up, death is inevitable.
Sizzle!!
A flash of blue-purple lightning appeared, like a thunder flower blooming in the darkness, dazzling yet dangerous.
"Extreme Speed, Strong Fist!"
A low growl reached his ears, and the old man's only thought before he died was, "That voice is so young."
Pfft!!
In the instant the lightning flashed and blood splattered, the spellcaster, whose chest had been blasted open with a charred hole, was instantly killed by Lancelot's punch before he could even utter a word.
The original battle strategy was to first snipe with Darkness's Fallen Slaughter, and if that failed, to use the silencing effect of the Dark Domain to suppress the spellcaster's incantation ability, and then Lancelot would rush in and kill him in melee.
In the end, none of them were used.
However, this is precisely what makes the life-or-death struggle so fascinating and alluring.
Accidents can happen at any time.
And it's an unexpected situation you would never have imagined.
If you are not mentally strong enough and your reaction is not quick enough, you are likely to expose a fatal flaw when faced with unexpected situations.
Conversely, if one's inner strength is sufficient, one can turn unexpected events into opportunities.
Lancelot clearly belongs to the latter category.
Lancelot swiftly and cleanly killed the old spellcaster, looted the corpse in a second, and then vanished without a trace of light.
It wasn't that he didn't want to go into the old man's house to loot the remaining spoils; it was simply that the conditions didn't allow it. A powerful will had already locked onto him, and it was none other than that Ninth-Rank Transcendent, the Grand Commander Dige'er.
"Asshole!"
A furious roar exploded in the air like rolling thunder, and a chilling aura rose like the morning sun.
"Holy crap, Peak Tier Nine?"