Chapter 532: Anxious Blood Mist Creatures, Is Lang Ge a Prophet? |
【False Heart of the Evil God (Fake)】
【Type: Imitation Object】
【Level: 30】
【Rarity: Legendary】
【Effect: Placing it inside a corpse will cause the deceased to revive in a special form】
【Introduction: Thump-thump! Can you hear it? That's the sound of a heart thrumming!】
This was something Kambada offered to the Tiger-Jiao. Word had it that the Sacrifice Building held an imprisoned evil god—maybe that was actually true.
【Mountain and Sea Heart Sutra (Fragment)】
【Type: Cloth Scroll】
【Rarity: Uncommon】
【Effect: Reading the Mountain and Sea Heart Sutra increases affinity with mythical beasts from the mountains and seas】
【Introduction: The legendary realm of mountains and seas shattered long ago...】
A lot of players from the Sacrifice Building who came to challenge Xu Lang had dropped many signature Sacrifice Building summoning and sacrifice items. After fusing them and reading the Mountain and Sea Heart Sutra, maybe he could become a mythical beast summoner himself.
"Master, what's got you in the mood to visit the Coliseum today?" Miaoying lightly tapped her pink lips with a finger. "Is it because the Blood Calamity is coming, and you need to urgently scrounge up some resources?"
If Xu Lang answered yes, it would mean the pressure was too much, and she'd need to help him blow off some steam.
Massage was practically a must-have skill for every lifestyle android.
"No, I just feel like fighting," Xu Lang said with a smile. "The early stages of the Blood Calamity shouldn't be too tough. We can just lie around at home and sleep it off."
"Awesome!" Miaoying let out a meow and pounced onto Xu Lang's body. "I love sleeping the most!"
The girl's soft, delicate body pressed against him, and Xu Lang's thoughts started to wander.
The slaughter in the Blood Mist World, along with the battles in the Coliseum, had kept the Divine Seal of the Path of Asura active. Someday in the future, he might actually become a Mythical Race.
Besides...
He glanced at the clock. It was nearly six in the evening.
...
Time flew by fast. At five in the afternoon, the Neighborhood Committee issued a notice ordering all players to return to their dorms immediately.
Worker players also headed back to their worker dorms to hunker down, trembling in fear.
The duration of the Blood Calamity was uncertain, so they had stockpiled plenty of water and food at home.
Looking out the window at the scene outside, the workers felt nothing but unease. The atmosphere inside the Safe Zone was like a slab of lead—heavy enough to crush anyone.
In the public chat room, people had stopped talking.
Most of the players below the tenth floor were new arrivals, but under the overwhelming influence of the Demon King Castle, they were very obedient. Even the stubborn ones followed orders and returned to their dorms.
Extreme disaster, safe dormitory.
Nothing drove home that contrast and sense of security more than this.
At some point, bloody rain began to drift in from the skyline, blanketing the entire Safe Zone in an instant, pattering down softly.
Outside the Safe Zone, lightning flashed and thunder roared. Scarlet thunderbolts, like mountain ranges, wove through the dark clouds.
The Mad King Building hastily raised a semi-transparent white membrane, letting the players hear the sounds and see the sights without connecting them to the deeper, more terrifying entities.
Danger had been sealed off.
In theory, Mad King Building players could no longer form deep links with the outside world—but that was only in theory.
Inside the Demon King Castle, the fireplace burned quietly.
Xu Lang sat on the sofa, another field of vision reflected in his eyes.
...
In a colossal city, inside a building a thousand meters tall, a bald giant with no body hair curled up, the phantom image of a magic box flickering in his eyes.
Leaving behind seeds was a virtue.
The bald giant shrank back, trembling faintly—a bone-deep terror.
At the crown of a giant tree, a dragon coiled itself among the branches, as if nesting. Its tail wrapped around its body, as though that brought it some sense of security.
The giant tree that released paralyzing pollen had actually made peace with the dragon, forming a symbiotic relationship.
...
"These Blood Mist creatures are all terrified... No wonder Song Fei said that even a third-tier dormitory building might not be able to protect itself at the epicenter of the Blood Calamity."
Xu Lang's heart grew incredibly heavy.
Under the heavenly disaster, all living things fell silent.
Wasn't there a single truly powerful creature that could face this Scarlet End Blood Calamity head-on?
There probably was, he just hadn't seen it yet.
The cowering of the Blood Mist creatures outside stood in stark contrast to the warm room inside the Demon King Castle. Xu Lang examined the dormitory building once more.
Perhaps, in this Blood Mist World, the dormitory was the only safe haven.
At that thought, he couldn't help but shiver with sudden realization and association.
The dragon and the giant tree had formed a symbiotic relationship. So were players and dormitory buildings also in a symbiotic relationship?
But then why would the dormitory buildings go out of their way to kill the players?
There were too many baffling things about this.
Swish, swish...
Miaoying walked over in her leather shoes, not disturbing Xu Lang, and silently set down a cup of coffee.
Sometimes Xu Lang would sink into deep thought, his expression terrifyingly stern. At those times, no one else would come to bother him.
...
Six o'clock.
The Neighborhood Committee released a message right on schedule.
[Mad King Building Neighborhood Committee 100: The "Rain Man" is about to visit the Mad King Building. If you hear a knock on the door, do not respond, do not open the door. All workers must also take note.]
"Damn, what the hell is going on with that bloody rain outside?"
"The Neighborhood Committee told us not to open the windows, definitely not let the blood rain in, and never let it touch our skin!"
"Now there's another message. Rain Man? What the hell is that?!"
At the Hearth Home—that was the new name for Zhang Dahai's dorm—the trio was holed up inside. They had stopped eating hotpot and now wore worried expressions.
Not only had the Neighborhood Committee issued behavioral guidelines, but Xu Lang had also warned all committee members in the small Neighborhood Committee group chat, showing just how serious this was.
Hearing Ye Fan's uneasy muttering, Zhang Dahai looked at Chen Kui. "Uncle Chen Kui, can you detect anything?"
Because Zhang Dahai often brought home unknown items, Chen Kui had learned a whole set of detection skills and occasionally appraised treasures at the stronghold, so he definitely had an eye for things.
"I can't make a good call without getting my hands on the actual item," Chen Kui said, feeling the difficulty.
Ye Fan's eyes went wide, and he looked nervously at Zhang Dahai. "Brother Dahai, you absolutely must not go collect samples!"
Zhang Dahai let out a helpless laugh. "Of course I won't. If the sky falls, the tall guys will hold it up. The Neighborhood Committee hasn't even said a word, so why would I go stick my nose in?"
Hearing that, Ye Fan breathed a sigh of relief, but he couldn't help silently cursing.
Zhang Dahai loved sticking his nose into things. His nosy personality had gotten him scolded by Chen Kui many times, but he never learned.
Just then.
"Knock, knock!"
A knock sounded at the door.
The three inside felt their scalps tighten. They looked at the surveillance screen and grew even more horrified.
There was no one in the hallway at all—so where was the knock coming from?!
"Knock, knock!"
The knocking continued, right outside the door!
But there was no one out there!
The three were so scared they barely dared to breathe. The atmosphere was so quiet that a pin dropping could be heard.
Ye Fan, being the most timid, felt his heart thumping wildly, yet strength surged through his limbs.
Diminished rationality, boosted strength—the hallmark of Mad King Building players.
Chen Kui nudged the two with his elbow and mouthed the words "Rain Man."
Ye Fan's pupils shrank.
Was Lang Ge a prophet?