The sound of blood splattering that made teeth sore rang in everyone's ears. It was the sound made when the dagger belonging to the little thief instantly penetrated into Yan Shalom's head. The giant dragon was still in a weak state.
His snake eyes seemed to be unable to withstand the full-strength strike from the max-level thief, and he let out a final long roar during the struggle. The ferocious look on his face still did not fade away, and the thief who pulled out the dagger then cast his greedy gaze on
He licked his lips and finally took out a water bag on his waist: "Put two bags of dragon blood first, maybe it will
It’s useful... Hey, don’t just stand there stupidly, come over and collect it!”
"...Brother Lin."
Looking at the back of the other swordsman behind him who was hesitating to move forward, King Fall, who was still standing there and still didn't move, asked Duan Qing not far away in a low voice: "How about... you pick first?"
"We've already agreed."
Duan Qing, who was clutching his chest and sitting on the ground, still closed his eyes: "We only want that head, and you can take the rest."
"Well……"
Looking away from the fierce gaze of the woman next to Duan Qing, King of Fall finally hesitantly followed the steps of the other players and stepped forward: "Okay, then... it is better to obey orders than to be respectful."
The sparse footsteps echoed around the cave as the quicksand gradually disappeared, leading the hesitant figures and movements of the other players to slowly approach the direction where the giant dragon fell, until the mat...
When the heavy-armored warrior at the rear also moved his eyes away from the two people standing and lying together, the tight air between the two groups of people began to appear in the cheers of the group of players.
There were some signs of looseness. He slightly put down the hand that was touching his back. Xueling Huanbing, who was still wearing a cloak, gradually hid his cold gaze in the darkness of the hood, and then retreated with his steps.
Duan Qing's bodies touched each other slightly, and he caught the negative look of the man in gray robes in his eyes: "Don't always show this bitter and resentful expression, okay? We haven't suffered anything."
"Then do you regard this behavior of others taking away the results of our hard work as a common occurrence?" Xue Ling Huanbing bit her lips and said: "They have obviously been waiting for our results, and then they will see the opportunity.
Act..."
"Don't always think so bad of others."
Interrupting the other party's words, Duan Qing exhaled two weak breaths with difficulty: "Maybe he really just ran here as they said."
"……Do you believe it?"
"What do you want?"
"Even if we don't get anything, at least we can't make it easy for them."
"Then it costs two of our lives, and then continues to postpone the completion of the mission?"
Looking at the figures of the group of max-level players jumping for joy, Duan Qing's lips twitched slightly: "Don't be ridiculous, no matter how happy they are now, they won't explode anything."
"But they are much easier to deal with than that giant dragon." Xueling Huanbing replied in a low voice: "Now is the best opportunity for a sneak attack. As long as we can take care of those two captain-level players..."
"I want to correct a conceptual error of yours."
Pulling the opponent's body forward again, Duan Qing said weakly: "Whether it's an ancient online game or a current virtual reality game, the most powerful enemy in the game world is never a monster or something.
levels, but players with the same identity as you."
"Like you and me, they may have strong strength and skills, legendary weapons and equipment, and most importantly - they also have their own relatives, friends and guild teams." Duan Qing smiled as he said this.
He shook his head and said, "A game is just like a world. You can't just talk about it casually. Or...have you forgotten whose hands you fell into a few months ago?"
"..."
"Okay, okay, maybe your experience in the virtual world is not enough for you to realize these facts that are more cruel and straightforward than the real world."
Looking at the other person's face with tight lips and looking forward, Duan Qing, who was sighing, finally raised his eyebrows: "In this case, I will comfort you from a slightly different angle."
"Do you still remember the fog from before?" He pointed to the entrance of the cave not far from the two people: "Do you still remember the information we obtained when we were in the Adventurers Association?"
"……how?"
Blinking his eyes, looking at the giant dragon's body being torn into pieces by everyone, Snow Spirit Huanbing finally moved away his sight: "The fog was not condensed by the wind magician of the previous restorationist.
Thundercloud? Are there any other questions?"
"It's true that those thick fogs are indeed his thunderclouds, but if that's the case, some of the information we got before has gone awry." Duan Qing reminded with a smile: "The fog in Kemparo Canyon has been around for a long time.
It began to appear a few years ago. The large number of demonized monsters contained in the canyon is also caused by the long-term existence of this fog, but..."
"The wanted criminal wanted by the Council of Mages has not been on the list for such a long time." Xue Ling Huan Bing suddenly understood, with a glint in his eyes: "Not to mention that after he betrayed the Magic Empire...
...Even counting from the battle in Liberty City, it’s only been half a year now.”
"So the fog that makes Camparo Canyon impassable should not be the same thing as the thundercloud created by the wanted criminal we saw before."
Saying the same words as a summary, Duan Qing then returned his gaze to the center of the cave in front of him: "Considering the existence of the fog, the existence of the mission we received, and the strength of the Rock Salon..."
"The reason for the appearance of this fog may have already been revealed."
The screams belonging to the players then appeared in the open space in front of the two people, accompanied by the exclamations of the other figures surrounding them as they gradually retreated, a layer of hazy water.
The fog then filled everyone's eyes as the giant dragon corpse gradually disappeared, exuding a strange hazy light in the already dark sky. In the eyes of Gedman, who stood at the end, gradually widened, the fog
The hazy water mist was constantly surging above the dragon's corpse, and countless lines that were deeper than the darkness gradually surged from the depths of the water mist to the surface like torn hairballs, weaving into a strand in the air.
Image of a giant eyeball: "...finally...saw..."
"What, what is this?" One of the players' panicked shouts echoed in every corner of the cave: "You--"
His voice suddenly stopped, and along with it was a black thread that penetrated the player's head. The surface of the thread protruding from the center of the huge eyeball lit up with bright black fluorescence, and the player
The player's mouth and eyes screamed and slowly directed towards the direction of the water mist: "...lower...creatures, the taste...is very bad..."
"I...want...more..."
"So what is this eyeball? Is it a hidden BOSS?"
Looking at the scene where the player had turned into a white light of death under the absorption of the black thread, the little thief who was closest to the mist pulled out the dagger that was still inserted into the dragon's corpse: "Huh, just right! I didn't have it before.
Going into the war, I’m still holding my breath!”
"Agility burst!" He roared, and his whole body seemed to emit a light green radiance: "Burst and stab! Drink!"
The light green radiance gathered at the tip of the dagger in his hand and became the last point. As the thief roared and swung forward, it turned into a complete arc, as if it could split the air.
The arc then separated the surface of the water mist, and a big wound was made at the bottom of the eyeball woven with black lines. Then a trace of joy flashed in his eyes. The little thief named King Genji originally wanted to
The action of quickly evacuating the mist also paused slightly. He looked at the hazy appearance of the eyeballs that were still entangled and condensed in the center of the strange mist, and once again used the explosive power emerging from his body.
Condensed between his hands: "Ha! It's injured! Everyone, hurry up! We have another BOSS who can-"
puff.
The eyeballs did not return to their original shape as everyone expected. The entangled black threads finally turned into the shape of a pair of giant claws in the mist. The ferocious and sharp claw tips suddenly stretched forward in the eyes of the others as they expanded.
It pierced the chest of the thief who was still talking. In the blood that spurted out from his chest and mouth, the thief who didn't react at all turned his head in shock. He stared at the blood that was still gushing in his chest.
The bulging black threads gradually became fluorescent, and the dagger that was originally intended to be chopped off also gradually stopped in the air: "How... is it possible..."
"It tastes bad, and it's weak."
It was still the mysterious voice that kept ringing from the mystery, and the surging black lines conveyed the clear will into the thief's mind: "A soul that is too dirty..."
"In the name of Distoia, I grant you the fate of disappearing."
The harsh buzzing sound then echoed in every corner of the entire cave. It was the sound made when the thief player on the fingertips of the giant claw was gradually being sucked out by some dark power. It was just the same as before.
Different from that player, the body of this Foundation King disappeared bit by bit in a visible dissolution method. Looking at the half-decomposed body of the thief who could not make a sound, he was filled with fear.
On his face, King's Fall and Gedman's original intention to evacuate seemed to be frightened by the huge fear. Together with the remaining players who were still alive, they looked at the still-still-still-playing players with trembling bodies and eyes.
In the ever-expanding dark mist: "You, who are you?"
"I am an observer."
As the surrounding air suddenly sank a little, the voice that came directly into my head answered clearly: "Thank you for lifting my seal, lower creatures."
"Uh...you're welcome." In the scene where all the players were trembling, it was Gedman, the leader of the group, who took the lead in speaking out: "We, can we go?"
"No."
The water mist was completely dyed black, and the voice, along with the surging threads, extended in front of everyone: "I will continue to perform my duties and observe your consciousness."
"Become my delicious meal in this immersive nightmare, little human being."
The piercing screams were accompanied by countless extended dark threads spurting out towards every corner of the cave, instantly piercing the figures of every player present, and the radiance with energy absorption was followed by the black mist.
It suddenly expanded, covering all the players with the white light they transformed into when they died and were reincarnated.
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"What on earth is that?"
"No, I don't know, but I will never go back again. Those black lines extending into my body...oh, it's scary to think about it now."
"I won't go back either. Whoever wants the dragon's corpse can take it."
"I agree, but... have you noticed anything is wrong?"
In a tavern in Tanzania City in the free world, several players who had just emerged from the respawn point quickly gathered around a certain heavily armored warrior. They discussed with each other the bizarre feelings they had just experienced.
Finally, everyone's eyes widened as a certain player prompted: "Damn, my level seems to have been lowered too!"
"The experience has been reduced by about 10%... Damn, that eyeball monster can really absorb experience."
"You can make up for it by killing a few monsters and completing a mission. The amount absorbed is not too large, but because we are all at full level, it is natural for us to lose levels..."
"How is that possible! I dropped a whole level!"
A sudden and angry sound sounded next to the group of people, and at the same time, the figure of the little thief jumped up and down in front of them: "Go back! Go back! I'm going to chop that one down."
Monster! I...eh? Why is my dagger completely damaged?"
"It should be because of the corrosive effect of that mysterious monster."
With a deep sigh, the man named Dynasty Fall also walked out of the tavern corridor where he was reborn: "Wang Genji, you went a little too far this time."
"...Is it too much? I've already been sucked into a level of experience, and I haven't dealt with it yet!" The thief turned around with a fierce look on his face: "And there are only a few who are less than 20 years old.
Novice players, why should we respect them based on the associations generated by those few IDs? Or based on them relying on a few bottles of potions to kill that... Huh?"
As if he suddenly remembered something, he opened his eyes wide and looked around here. Then after confirming that there were no figures of those two people here, he couldn't help but let out a curse: "...Holy crap, how is that possible?"
"Aren't they all dead?" (To be continued)
This chapter has been completed!