Chapter 2: New Century (Epilogue)
Chapter 242: Destined Battle
Chapter 242: Destined Battle (4)
The now-insane CN Bai Zhu seemed to have completely abandoned his defenses. It was as if the various modified organs on his body had reawakened, possessing their own will. The Demon Wings behind him flapped erratically, horrifying eyeballs bulged from his crimson skin, his ribs continuously parted, and his intestines writhed like tentacles.
(Player Name) (M) didn’t understand what was happening. He thought to himself, “Are Abyss Players really this twisted? If you’re going to go all out, why do it with performance art?” He cursed the player’s lines, claiming they were more offensive than anything Mrs. Sam had ever worn for a month.
He sidestepped to CN Bai Zhu’s right, longsword in hand, while Uncle Priest raised his scepter for a swift downward strike from the front. CN Bai Zhu didn’t evade, instead raising his hand to block the scepter.
“Clang!” His crimson demonic arm was smashed, breaking clean off. However, the tentacles from CN Bai Zhu’s intestines also seized the scepter opportunity to wrap around it. These flimsy-looking intestinal tentacles were surprisingly resilient. Uncle Priest gave a few tugs but couldn’t break free. With a flash of electricity in his eyes, he unleashed a torrent of lightning. He intended to give this grotesque enemy a complimentary electrotherapy session.
Meanwhile, (Player Name) (M) was already engaged in a bizarre battle with CN Bai Zhu’s spine, ribs, and one arm. The sight was absurd, comparable to Sailor Moon fighting an Ultraman in black stockings. This was the first time (Player Name) (M) had encountered a player whose body parts could attack independently. He even felt a pang of envy, thinking how much easier things would be if his own parts could be detached and operate automatically. Claudia wouldn’t have to constantly visit Winter Fort to buy restorative herbs for Loli.
After the signal flare was fired, the other Corrupted Players seemed to relax, their grim expressions replaced by amusement. Only their captain, CN Bai Zhu, who had undergone the most modifications, had the authority to fire the flare. If he hadn’t been able to, their deaths here today would have been in vain. There were no Resurrection Crystals nearby, and by the time they respawned and returned, the soldiers from Winter City would have long since vanished. Their new strategy was to stall the Winter City warriors for as long as possible, waiting for Qi Wub, their leader, to arrive with the main force. In fact, they believed Qi Wub alone could slaughter all these Winter City trash within five minutes. They had witnessed Qi Wub in combat, and the only word to describe it was: a meat grinder.
As it turned out, CN Bai Zhu’s madness had little bearing on his strength. As Uncle Priest covered his lightning-charged fist with his scepter, a massive surge of voltage traveled through the scepter’s “tentacles” into CN Bai Zhu, causing the already frenzied fighter to perform a wild jig. Soon, the electric arcs overloading his flesh sputtered and sparked, emitting smoke and sparks. To (Player Name) (M)’s stunned amazement, CN Bai Zhu’s HP plummeted rapidly, finally exploding with a “pop.” A piece of intestine splattered onto (Player Name) (M)’s face. He squinted, catching the faint scent of foot odor in the air, and felt a wave of nausea.
“Impressive, I’ve never used lightning like this before. It seems quite effective,” Uncle Priest rubbed his hands, arcs of electricity crackling around them. He seemed delighted, a wide, friendly smile on his face, as if he’d discovered a new game. A corner of his hood was blown back by the breeze, and (Player Name) (M) couldn’t shake the feeling that Uncle Priest’s appearance was slowly merging with that of Professor Yang, despite them not looking alike.
With his newfound understanding, Uncle Priest greeted (Player Name) (M) and immediately turned towards the other Corrupted Players. (Player Name) (M) scoffed, then noticed the metal scepter lying on the ground. “Isn’t that Uncle Priest’s weapon?” As per the request of many readers, a VIP ad-free function has been launched. Click to view. He picked up the scepter and shouted after Uncle Priest’s receding figure, “Hey! Uncle Priest, your weapon!”
“Don’t want it~ It’s yours now!” Uncle Priest waved his hand without looking back and then tackled a Corrupted Player who had stumbled in front of him. “Feel this, little darling~” Uncle Priest smiled innocently, rubbing his calloused hands, raw electrical currents swirling in his palms. He then placed his hands on either side of the Corrupted Player’s temples. “Zzzzt—cracklesnap—” Sparks flew. The Corrupted Player’s legs twitched violently before going still.
(Player Name) (M) watched as Uncle Priest stood up. The Corrupted Player was charred black, smoke billowing from his mouth, his HP bar completely depleted. “Who will remember he was a priest?” (Player Name) (M) sighed, looking at the metal scepter in his hand. He tossed Uncle Priest’s scepter into his backpack and rejoined the Winter City soldiers, offering his assistance. His suicidal fighting style was a major headache for the Corrupted Players. (Player Name) (M) actively drew all the fatal damage onto himself. The Corrupted Players tried to quickly eliminate him, but at that moment, the Winter City soldiers would launch their own deadly attacks. They were already outnumbered, and with the ‘incorrigible’ (Player Name) (M) joining the fray, the Corrupted Players were even more outmatched. It was like fighting an enemy who had a taunting tank that was also fearless.
Just as the Corrupted Players on the battlefield were about to be massacred, a non-human shriek echoed from the southern sky, followed by the sound of flapping wings. Everyone turned to look and saw a demon clad in black armor, with three pairs of crow-like black wings, his face pale. The demon had crimson lips and red eyes, his face a mask of sinister purple veins. He had a handsome face, yet his gaze was chilling. In his hand, he held a longsword entwined with demonic energy. The sword reflected the blood moon in the sky, its killing intent spreading like moonlight.
The Corrupted Players let out excited howls. This was their leader, the forerunner of demonic modifications, the cruel leader of the Purifiers, Qi Wub. Qi Wub’s gaze swept the battlefield, immediately locking onto Uncle Priest, who was electrocuting a Corrupted Player. In the next moment, he flapped his wings, his figure flashing like a phantom, appearing behind Uncle Priest. He raised his Demon Sword and thrust forward. “Ching—” The Demon Sword passed through Uncle Priest’s chest unimpeded. As he pulled it out, a massive siphon pulled Uncle Priest’s head back involuntarily, as if his throat were being choked. He let out a painful wail, all the veins in his body swelling and converging towards the chest wound. His strong body visibly shriveled, and he let out a gasping hiss. Within moments, he was reduced to a desiccated husk.
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It’s getting cold, everyone wear more clothes, kekeke. I’m not afraid of the cold, kekeke. Welcome to Antarctica to play with me, kekeke.
